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“The devil doesn’t come dressed in a red cape and pointy horns. He comes as everything you’ve ever wished for.”
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Tucker Max, Assholes Finish First
"I often wonder, darling, what would your fellow coven members say if they saw you like this?"
taehyung growls deep from his chest. he's got a scathing remark right on the tip of his tongue, but it dissolves in a pitiful whine between his teeth as jimin raises his whip and sends it cracking down on his back, over the already healing cuts.
jimin has lamented, on more than one occasion, how it's such a shame that he can't really mark taehyung, not when the marks heal almost instantly.
"guess you will just have to keep on trying," taehyung said once, dizzy with pain and pleasure.
jimin grinned, said "guess I will", and on the sinful edge of his smile taehyung saw salvation, saw his very own damnation.
jimin whips him again and taehyung howls with it, thrashing on the bed. his body shakes with the sting of the thick cord and the little boost of pain the spikes that run up the length of the whip provide — jimin's favorite hunting weapon, a whip made entirely of silver, down to the spikes covering the length from the tip to the base.
all silver like the restraints that make sure taehyung can't move around too much, that he stays put and takes it — a pair of cuffs around his wrists and around his ankles, an extra spiked cord wound tight around his thighs because jimin is nothing if not thorough in all the ways he hurts taehyung.
the restrains dig into his skin when his body tightens up as the aftershock of pain reverberates through his bones. the burn of the silver as he pulls on them gets taehyung so, so wet; his cock twitches and releases a long string of precum on the sheets below.
and then comes the pleasure, rushing through his veins to crash at the fiery pit in his gut. it's embarrassing how close taehyung is already, considering all jimin has done so far is tie him up, whispering filth into his ear as he whips him hard.
jimin is so good at it, though, taehyung doesn't think he's to blame from how worked up he is already. he's come just like this before, with nothing but the sound of jimin's sharp tongue and the bite of his silvery whip on his skin, sometimes accidentally, other times it's jimin purposefully pushing him over the edge like that so he can bring him back up over and over and over again.
taehyung laughs, but it comes out as a breathless wheeze.
"do you, now? do you also think about what your God would say when He sees you tangled in the sheets of a filthy Sinner like me?"
jimin grits his teeth. a muscle jumps on his jaw and taehyung is laughing again, until jimin surges forward and digs his fingers on the half-healed burn marks on taehyung's thighs real mean. suddenly taehyung is not laughing anymore. he gasps, moaning in bliss when jimin wipes the blood on his fingers on his asscheek, spanking it hard afterward.
"shut the fuck up," he growls. it sends a delighted shiver down taehyung's spine. "you better keep His name out of your dirty mouth, you wretched — "
"how funny," taehyung says through a grin, fangs on display. "you never seem to mind when it is you calling out the Lord's name in vain when you're between my legs."
jimin's throat clicks when he swallows. taehyung can't see him that well from his current position, but he doesn't need to to know jimin's eyes are currently zeroed in on his fangs.
taehyung runs his tongue over them, a promise and a taunt all in one. his grin gets even bigger when he sees jimin lift his free hand, dropping it like it burns when he realizes what he's doing. his tongue comes to push against his cheek. he's visibly annoyed now, and it's a rather lovely sight to see. the more he pushes his buttons, the better jimin will give it to him.
taehyung doesn't have a doubt jimin was about to brush his fingers against his neck. it's where taehyung bit him last week. it was a risky move — vampire bite marks heal over quickly when they are taken care of properly, but even the mere hint of one could get both of them in deep trouble. taehyung would be relentlessly persecuted (more than he already is, anyway), captured, tortured, and then killed. jimin would be tortured and executed at best and ex-communicated at worst.
hunters are people of God, devoted to Him and His cause to eradicate Sinners, all those fiends created by the Devil himself that prowl through the night on a mission to drag as many innocent souls as they can to their world of darkness and depravity.
for such a revered hunter like jimin, being expelled from the holy order of hunters should be a way worse fate than being killed. but taehyung knows as well as jimin does, deep down, that jimin is not as Holy as he once was even if he claims otherwise. not anymore. the light of jimin’s halo started to dim the first time he looked at taehyung’s in the eyes, not with disgust and hatred, but with something akin to appraisal . like he already was imagining how taehyung would feel under him.
that was the first Crack. that’s how it always starts. a tiny crack in your foundation that grows bigger and bigger until the whole house comes crumbling down.
it beings with a Pull. they kept bumping into each other on the streets, at night, when taehyung was out to feed and jimin was out patrolling the districts of downtown seoul that made his coven’s usual hunting grounds. all the clubs and bars littering the streets made it a prime spot for feeding: there were lots of people roaming around, and it was not that unusual to see someone passed out in an alleyway.
it also meant, unfortunately, a high concentration of hunter patrols. taehyung had a schedule set up so that there would not be big groups of them feeding at the same time. fledglings were accompanied by more experienced vampires at all times. most of the vampires in taehyung’s coven were old enough to know how to deal with hunters, anyway.
until park jimin appeared. taehyung had gotten comfortable, didn’t think much of it when he heard from jinhee, his second in command, that their district hunter patrol would be changing captains. it happened quite frequently, usually tied to their inability to keep the growing vampire population in check.
taehyung didn’t think much of it, until the hunters started to make a considerable dent in their numbers. neither he nor the other coven leaders saw it coming. under park jimin’s guidance, the hunters in their district had gone from being a mildly unpleasant headache to a full-blown migraine, the kind that forces you into bed with all the blinds shut tight.
they came to an agreement that, since jimin’s patrol was assigned to taehyung’s district, he should be the one to deal with it. it made perfect sense, but taehyung suspected that none of the other coven leaders wanted to have anything to do with someone like jimin if they could help it.
irene had had a bad run with him and she almost hadn’t made it. taehyung still believes, to this day, that the only reason she had even made it out of there at all was because a group of vampires had stormed the area and forced the hunters to retreat. jimin was ruthless — no Sinner crossed his path and lived to tell the tale - but he wasn’t stupid. unfortunately, he knew when risking it just wasn’t worth it.
then the Pull gets stronger. jimin seemed to be everywhere taehyung went. he was a vicious fighter. no other hunter had been able to keep up with taehyung the way jimin did. he, like many other high-ranking hunters, had many Holy Marks covering his skin. they provided hunters with an extra boost of abilities so they could keep up with the unnatural abilities Sinners usually had.
jimin was the first hunter to ever come close enough to taehyung to use one of his Marks on him.
it happened so fast taehyung’s supernatural reflexes didn’t even have the chance to kick in. one second jimin was lunging at him and wrapping a hand around his nape, then through a gash on jimin’s forearm taehyung saw something on his skink flash golden yellow and then —
— then taehyung was on his knees, clawing at his throat, gasping for air. his entire being felt like he was on fire, vibrating with the force of the shock. it felt like he had just been electrocuted.
jimin’s voice broke through the ringing in taehyung’s ears, mocking.
“how’s that feel, fiend? I’m impressed you’re still conscious right now. not many can withstand a shock of Holy lightning without passing out.”
Holy lightning? no wonder taehyung felt like he was burning from the inside out. he looked up at jimin, his beautiful features twisted into an ugly sneer. Holy man or not, jimin was gorgeous. taehyung may be a Sinner, but he was not blind. looking at jimin then, at the flush of his cheeks and his hair framed by long strands of black hair, taehyung already knew that he would gladly suffer through an eternity of Holy punishment if it meant getting to taste even a single drop of jimin’s blood.
taehyung looked up at him. he grinned at him. blood dripped from his fangs and down his chin, but he couldn’t tell if it was from the person he was feeding on before jimin interrupted them or if it was his own.
what mattered was: jimin was fixated on his fangs, trying his damndest to make the disgust on his face look real. he seemed to be almost… at a war with himself. like he wanted to look away from the sight of taehyung’s bloody fangs, but he just wasn’t capable of doing it.
oh.
“y’know,” taehyung panted. “I was feeding before you so rudely decided to interrupt me. I’m so hungry still. would you be so kind as to let me have a taste of you before you stake my heart, mhm, Holy boy?” taehyung’s eyes briefly traveled down to jimin’s white-knuckled grip on his silver stake. “one last meal before you free me of Sin forever. I promise I won’t take much, and no one will know how much you wanted it after I’m - “
taehyung saw it coming when the troubled expression on jimin’s face shifted to pure, unadulterated anger as he lifted his right leg to kick him in the chest, but he did nothing to stop him. he fell back against the cold alleyway ground with a grunt. jimin stood over him, a cold shadow of righteous fury.
“shut your fucking mouth. how dare you even suggest that I would want to - to engage in such blasphemous act with a Sinner like you,“ his voice cracked around the word ‘Sinner’, but jimin did not let that stop him. “your kind lost its right to God’s mercy the moment you decided to stray from His path and give in to your unholy impulses.”
taehyung laughs. “you speak as if I had any other choice. most of us don’t, holy boy.”
“everyone has a choice — “
“is that why you won’t let yourself have it?” taehyung could not help but keep on taunting him. “are you afraid Sky Daddy won’t open the gates for you if he sees you enjoying the shit out of a vampire bite?”
taehyung howls in pain when jimin’s stake pierces his shoulder, effectively pinning him to the ground. he knows that he must look like every inch the demon from hell hunters claim he is, now, with his all-black eyes and the black cracks on his skin, growling in jimin’s face.
“keep His name out of your fucking mouth, you monster,” jimin said between gritted teeth. taehyung tried to reach for the stake. jimin kicked his hand away and stepped over it. “I’ll make sure you won’t disrespect God’s name ever again.”
jimin reached for his belt. he bypassed his infamous whip and went straight for a rather old-fashioned pistol: all silver, covered in Holy Marks. like the bullets it contained. taehyung could bounce back from a stake wound, but if a blessed silver bullet stayed long enough in his system it would poison his blood and kill him.
not that jimin was even going to give him that chance. he looked like he was going to aim straight for the spot in between taehyung’s eyebrows.
“you know killing me won’t make it go away, right?” taehyung wheezed, looking at jimin from beneath his lashes. “you can spend your entire life killing Sinners and kneeling every night before bed to pray it away but it won’t work. you know it won’t.”
jimin cocked the gun. “shut up.”
taehyung didn’t. if he was to die, he was going to make sure he gave jimin something to remember him by.
“do you lie awake at night thinking about all the vampires you have killed? how does it feel when you realize it doesn’t make you want it any less? do you think of them and wish it was you with their teeth in your — ?”
two things happened, then, one immediately after the other: first, the sound of jinhee’s voice calling out his name. then jimin’s voice, loud and angry, “I said shut up ” accompanied by a gunshot. but the bullet did not bury itself in taehyung’s forehead, like he was expecting; it hit him in his other shoulder, and the pain was so intense he was dizzy with it.
he had to close his eyes for a second because everything was spinning, but he made an effort to keep them open long enough to watch jimin curse, hands in his hair, before he realized he was outnumbered and took flight. he was an extremely skilled hunter, but he wasn’t stupid. he could not win against half of taehyung’s coven.
“shit, boss, you look like shit.” jinhee kneeled next to him, tucking her blond hair behind her ears so she could take a better look at taehyung’s wounds. “ was that — did you run into a hunter patrol?”
taehyung snorted. saying he looked like shit was the understatement of the century. “yeah, you could say that.” he tried to shift a little and regretted it immediately. his entire body ached like someone had tied his leg to a car and then proceeded to drag him all over town. “ran into fucking jimin. fucking hell, that bastard sure knows how to hit.”
jinhee sucked in air between her teeth sharply.
“I’m sorry taehyung, we tried to keep up but we lost track of you at some point because, well, you know how hard-headed fledglings can be. they wanted to stay and fight the hunters but we just — ” jinhee lifted her hand and pressed her pointer finger and thumb against her forehead, like she was trying to fight off a bad headache. she probably was. “goddamn. well, at least you’re alive. thank fuck we got here on time.”
taehyung had to agree. at least he was alive. not many vampires that ran into jimin or any member in his patrol could say that. “let’s just get out of here,before holy boy comes back with back up.”
jinhee nodded hurriedly, quickly snapping her leather gloves on so she could safely remove the stake from his shoulder and relocate to a safer space.
it had been taehyung’s turn to keep an eye on the fledglings that night. he had jinhee and yoongi with him, so when the hunters arrived, he and jinhee went out to distract them while yoongi gathered the fledglings and led them to one of their many safe havens scattered around the district. they were meant to meet him at the safe haven in gangnam once they had effectively shaken the hunters off.
jinhee did. so did yoongi and the fledglings. taehyung ran into jimin instead.
the wounds jimin inflicted on him that fateful night put him out of commission for a few days, as his body struggled to get rid of all the silver in his system. their coven chose to lay low until taehyung and many other members got back on their feet, but he knows many other vampires were starting to form patrols of their own to go out and fight the hunters.
as long as the hunters didn’t find the locations where their covens were based they were somewhat safe, but sometimes taehyung felt like it was a matter of time before he woke up to the sound of his people screaming and the overwhelming burnt smell of holy water on vampire flesh.
all the while, he wondered if jimin had finally succumbed to his demons, and he selfishly found himself wishing he hadn’t. he wanted to be the one to push jimin over the edge.
he wanted to be the one that could look up at the sky with jimin in his arms and say, “he belongs to me now.”
the underlying tension between them kept growing with each of their violent encounters under the moonlight. jimin had an iron will, and he was as strong-headed and stubborn as he was beautiful, but so was taehyung. he brandished his silver whip with the righteousness of an angel descending from heaven to bring on the Rapture, but taehyung could still see it in his eyes. the doubts. the what ifs. the I’mnotlikethemI’mnotasinnerbutmaybejustoncejustthisoncemaybenotasinnernotasinnernotasinner —
taehyung took great pleasure in ripping hunter’s throats off and hissing at jimin with his mouth full of blood, fangs full on display, as if he was saying, come and get it, holy boy. come and get it.
it was clear they were bound to snap at some point. taehyung would not be able to tell who gave in first, whether it was him, jimin, or both of them in a team effort to satiate the burning need simmering under their skin, but the memory is still crystal clear in his mind - the day jimin’s foundations collapsed for good. taehyung was at Eden, a nightclub that advertised itself as a wine bar to cover up what it really was: a feeder bar. a place where human and vampires could meet to indulge in the pleasures of bite marks and blood-drinking.
taehyung was on his knees for one of his favorite regulars when jimin walked in on him. a pretty boy named jeongguk with galaxies for eyes and a thing for being watched. normally he would have dragged jeongguk to one of the many rooms the bar provided specifically for feeding, but that night had been one of those where his hunger ate away at him with such fervor the most he could do was drag jeongguk to the back of the club and sink his teeth into him right then and there.
it was not at all unusual to find people engaging in feeding in semi-public and out right public spaces, not in a neighborhood that was known for its Sinner population. it was not unusual either to find people watching as someone else fed (among other things) and taehyung knew for a fact that jeongguk actively preferred being bitten outside rather than in a room inside where there was virtually no danger of “getting caught”.
taehyung didn’t even bother to pull away and look at who the newcomer was when he heard the crunch of gravel beneath feet behind him, lost in the daze of hot, sweet blood filling up his mouth until it spilled down his chin when he couldn’t possibly swallow it all. he had danced this dance a thousand times already: the unmistakable sound of clothes rustling would follow, maybe accompanied by the unbuckling of a belt or a zipper being pulled down.
jeongguk would then notice they had company (or, if he was already too fucked out to notice anything but taehyung’s mouth on him, taehyung would make sure to bring his attention to it with a whisper of: “look, baby, someone has come to watch how good you’re being for me. maybe they could have a turn with you next, hm?” ) and moan even louder, pulling at taehyung’s hair to get him to give him more, bite him harder —
however, that was not quite what happened that time. instead of pushing back for more, jeongguk went rigid in taehyung’s hold. taehyung immediately paused, let jeongguk’s cock slip from his mouth so he could look up at him.
“guk?”
“oh, shit, ” jeongguk spat, before taehyung could even ask if there was something wrong. his hands came to tangle in taehyung’s hair, but not to bring him closer: jeongguk was desperately trying to shove him away. “shit, tae, it’s him , we gotta get out of here fast. put me down. let me - ”
it’s him. the way jeongguk said it did not leave room for any other interpretation.
however, taehyung didn’t have time wonder how the fuck did jimin always seem to know where he was. his priority was protecting jeongguk. feedees were, for the most part, human but they still were classified as Sinners because of their willing involvement with many of the creatures that went bumping in the night. they were rarely attacked and killed on the spot the same way non-human Sinners were: instead, they were taken to special “rehabilitation units” where hunters and priests tried to get “the Devil out of them”.
very few made it out of there alive. your chances of survival depended on how well and how soon you could convince them they had successfully “exorcised” you.
taehyung was quick to move: he let jeongguk’s right leg slip down from where it had been resting over his shoulder and helped him regain his balance as he pulled his pants up as fast as he humanly could while attempting to put as much distance between jimin and him as he could.
“go,” taehyung whispered roughly at jeongguk. “go now. I’ll distract him.”
jeongguk blinked at him. “what about you? he’ll kill you, tae. I can’t just leave you here.”
“you can and you will, ” taehyung said, gritting his teeth. were all humans this stubborn? “please, jeongguk. you know what will happen if a hunter gets his hands on you. go. I’ll be fine.”
eyes as wide as they could get, jeongguk swallowed. he squeezed taehyung’s arms with a quick, “if you don’t come back to me in one piece I’m gonna be so mad at you,” before turning back and sprinting down the alleyway, disappearing around the corner in the blink of an eye.
out of the corner of his eye, he saw jimin reaching for the walkie-talkie in his belt, most likely to send other hunter’s on jeongguk’s trail. taehyung lunged at him before he could speak a word, kicking the device out of his hand and crushing it viciously under the heel of his boot.
“oh, darling. let’s not get anyone else involved in this, yeah?” taehyung pouted, bating his lashes at an increasingly pissed-looking jimin. “you know how much I hate it when I have to share your attention with other people.”
the sound that came out of jimin’s mouth could not be described as anything but a growl. it made taehyung skin tingle in ways that it probably shouldn’t.
“do you ever shut the fuck up?” jimin sneered. “is talking out of your ass all you’re good for?”
taehyung covered his mouth with his hands in mock outrage. “jimin! such language on a fine young man like yourself? what will God say when he hears you speak such unholy words?”
“I thought I told you to not say His name, you Godforsaken demon.”
“for a Godforsaken demon I sure am on your mind a lot, holy boy,” taehyung said conversationally. “I don’t know how you do it, but you manage to find me no matter where I go. I think you’re one of the few hunters I’ve seen more than once in my life. do you miss seeing me that much that you’re willing to follow me anywhere?”
jimin lunged for him, but taehyung evaded him easily. he tried to put distance between them, only to realize his mistake seconds afterwards when the unmistakable sound of jimin’s whip cutting through the air reached his ears. he wouldn’t be able to move fast enough to avoid being hit, so instead lifted his arm and wound up the whip around his forearm, gritting his teeth with all his might at the silver burning his skin and prickplings of pain shooting up his arm as the tiny spikes situated along the length of the whip sank on his flesh, and pulled jimin towards him.
jimin hit his chest with a grunt. he immediately moved to dislodge taehyung’s hold on him but taehyung wrapped an arm around his waist, keeping him there. jimin let go of the handle of the whip in an attempt to reach for his stake, his pistol, anything he could use to get taehyung to let him go, but taehyung was quick to wrap his other hand around his wrist, keeping it firmly pressed to his side.
“your heart’s pounding, holy boy,” taehyung said, looking down at jimin. he held taehyung’s gaze, blazing fire in his eyes, despite the traitorous beat of his heart giving away that he was not as unaffected by their proximity as he appeared to be. “are you that afraid to die? or is it perhaps something else that’s making it beat this fast, hm?”
“just kill me already,” jimin spat. “what are you waiting for?”
“I’m waiting for you to tell me the truth, darling,” taehyung lifted a hand, stroking jimin’s cheek with one finger.
jimin twisted his head to the side sharply, pulling away from taehyung’s touch to the best of his ability. “I have nothing to say to a Sinner like you.”
“is that so? let me tell you what I think, then, and then you can just tell me if I got it right,” taehyung said. jimin snorted, but didn’t oppose it, so taehyung continued speaking. “I think that if you truly wanted me dead our first encounter would have been our last. I think that you keep seeking me out and backing me into a corner hoping that I will snap and bite you because then you won’t have to ask for it and if it seems like you didn’t want it, Sky Daddy will surely understand.”
jimin trashed on his hold. “ bullshit. blasphemic bullshit, all of it, I would never want such a thing. I would never want a filthy Sinner’s hands on me like that.”
“you speak fervently, yet there’s no real heat behind your words,” taehyung cocked his head to the side, questioningly. “you’re a patrol captain. surely you must be aware that there is a vast majority of the people you command are not nearly as holy as they claim to be. you have to see the way they half-ass their job then go sneak out with a vampire or a werewolf as soon as they can. if they can have it, why can’t you?”
“stop. just — stop talking.”
taehyung raised an eyebrow. “did I hit a never there, holy boy?”
“STOP.”
taehyung shut his mouth. jimin seemed to be in a great internal debate, against himself, against everything he was raised to believe vs what his body and soul were aching for.
“I can’t — I can’t stop thinking about you,” jimin said, painfully slow, like the mere act of admitting it was paining him. “lead hunter says this is just a test from God, that you have put a spell on me and that’s why I — I’ve tried my best to resist it but I don’t think I can’t do it anymore. you’re just so - “ a near hysterical laugh. “I just can’t resist it anymore. Lord help me, I don’t wanna resist it anymore.”
“that’s perfectly okay, darling, it’s okay to give in. you’re doing so good,” taehyung cooed, running a hand through jimin’s hair softly. he leaned into it, this time, instead of pushing it away. “just tell me what you need. tell me and I’ll give it to you.”
jimin let his head fall back onto his shoulders. he closed his eyes, whispering something hurried under his breath, something that sounded a lot like a prayer.
“Lord, forgive me. forgive me, for the Sin I am about to commit.”
his eyes opened. he looked back at taehyung with a new kind of fire in his eyes.
“follow me. I know a place.”
against what probably was his better judgement, taehyung did.
halfway to their destination, jimin ducked into an alleyway. for a split second, taehyung thought that maybe this was a trap after all. maybe jimin had just used the clear attraction crackling between them to lure taehyung to a place where no one would find him any time soon. maybe he was waiting inside the alley with a stake in hand, waiting for taehyung to walk in with his lowered guard and pounce.
“what are you doing standing there?” jimin whisper-shouted. “don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet now, bloodsucker.”
“I don’t get cold feet, holy boy,” taehyung grinned, unable to hold himself back. “because my feet are always cold. get it? because I’m a bloodsucker and that means I’m — “
jimin stared at him, unimpressed. he sighed, then gestured at taehyung to follow him into the alley.
“you have no sense of humor. no wonder hunters always look so miserable,” taehyung grumbled.
but jimin wasn’t listening. he was kneeling on the ground, the standard backpack all hunters seemed to always carry with them open in front of him. taehyung watched as jimin took off his weapon belt and placed it there, followed by the silver harness that hugged jimin’s neck and body as a way to keep Sinners from grabbing at him.
“what are you doing?”
“I’m not risking being seen with you, ” jimin answered, plain and simple, as he put a cap over his head. “people talk. ”
taehyung snorted. “ahhh, the classic hunter logic. as long as nobody sees what I’m doing then it’s not a Sin.”
“because you would be so willing to let any Sinner from your coven see you walking with me to a motel, right?” when taehyung didn’t say anything, jimin went back to digging into his backpack. he pulled out another cap and a face mask and threw them at taehyung. “just put these on and let’s go.”
jimin’s hurried footsteps took them to a quaint little corner street motel fifteen minutes away from Eden. places like those were fairly common in Sinner neighbourhoods: discreet places where no one would ask questions regarding the company you chose to keep as long as you could pay.
the employee behind the reception desk did not bat an eye when she saw them come in, just like taehyung knew she wouldn’t. even with most of his silver gear gone, it was still clear jimin was some sort of hunter. taehyung’s golden eyes were a dead giveaway as to what he was. but she did not care. she took jimin’s cash, slapped a card key on the reception desk and simply told them to not make too much of a mess before going back to scrolling through her phone.
the park jimin walking in a motel with a vampire would not turn as many heads as jimin thought it would. not in places like these. not with how common it has become for high-ranking hunters to preach one thing and do the complete opposite in private.
the tension between grew more and more unbearable the closer they got to their room. taehyung is still surprised that they managed to keep their hands off each other until they were behind the safety of the motel room’s four walls. with their morals and convictions left at the door, they were free to do whatever they wanted in there.
taehyung didn’t know who moved first, but what he did know was that they were on each other the moment the door closed behind them. taehyung would never forget the first taste of jimin’s hot mouth on his, licking insistently behind his teeth like he needed it more than the air he breathed. he had memorized it all: jimin’s little whimper when he nipped not so gently at his bottom lip and then sucked on it to soothe the sting, tasting blood, how he gasped into jimin’s mouth when jimin picked him up like he weighed nothing to carry him over to the bed; the sight of jimin half-naked, Holy marks on display, standing by the foot of the bed, chest heaving as he watched taehyung touch himself.
“ah, I’ve been so — so bad. I need your help,” taehyung sucked his bottom lip into his mouth as he worked his hand over his cock. his eyes rolled back a little when he repeatedly rubbed his thumb over the sensitive spot just underneath the head. “need you to help me, Father. it hurts so bad.”
taehyung thought jimin would tell him off for calling him Father. instead, jimin groaned, throwing his head back as he squeezed the prominent bulge in his jeans with his right hand. taehyung nearly choked on his saliva, whining as he speed up his hand because oh, that was so fucking hot.
“oh, would you look at that. who would have thought being referred to as Father is what gets little pious jimin’s cock wet? ” taehyung said, laughing. “very blasphemous of you, jiminie. I like it.”
jimin surged forward with a growl. taehyung should have probably been scared because, after all, he was lying naked and defenseless in front of a highly skilled hunter. if jimin decided to get close to him under the guise of wanting to touch taehyung, only to stake his heart instead - there was very little he could to prevent it, but it was precisely the danger of it all that got taehyung hard enough for it to ache to the point it became unbearable.
he should be ashamed. taehyung knew that a good majority of his fellow coven members would be, if they saw him like that, willingly baring himself for a hunter, dripping for him. in the end, he and jimin weren’t that much different: shoving everything aside in order to indulge in the pleasure of the flesh. the danger of getting caught in the act was as terrifying as it was exciting.
“darling, who said you could touch yourself without my permission?” jimin said, voice low and rough as he batted taehyung’s hand away. his other hand came up to grab taehyung’s face, squeeze his cheeks together. “impatient little slut. Father will help you, but you must do as he says.”
taehyung whined in response, spreading his legs a little farther apart. he made a move to reach for his cock again, but jimin was faster: he wrapped a hand around taehyung’s wrist and squeezed tight. realistically, they both knew that if taehyung wanted to free himself from jimin’s grip he could do so without breaking a sweat.
taehyung didn’t want that, though. not with the way the burn of jimin’s silver rings were digging into the skin of his wrist and jaw was making his cock twitch and leak. taehyung couldn’t get enough of it, of how good it hurt.
“and if I don’t?” trying to speak with jimin’s hand gripping his face like that was difficult, but taehyung quite enjoyed the way jimin was looking at him. like taehyung was a waste of his time. “what will you do to me if I disobey you, Father?”
“I’ll have to make you, then,” jimin said, abruptly letting him go and walking over to the corner of the room where his backpack was. he came back with a pair of silver handcuffs dangling from one finger. “see these? they are for bad little boys who don’t know how to obey.”
taehyung threw his head back with a loud moan, squeezing tight at the base of his cock so he wouldn’t come all over himself right then and there. the sting of the silver on his wrist would feel so good. he has no doubt that jimin did that on purpose. taehyung doubted it had gone unnoticed to jimin the way he didn’t shy away from silver, the way he actively seeked its cold kiss against his skin.
“maybe I want you to, Father,” taehyung said, leveling jimin with a challenging look. “maybe I want you to make me.”
“oh, darling,” jimin sighed, his smile as sharp as the weapons he so expertly wielded. “it will be my absolute pleasure.”
he wasted no time in slapping the cuffs on taehyung’s wrists. he knows hunters keep those on them to “arrest” Sinners and bring them back to their headquarters for “questioning”. taehyung never looked at them the same after that day.
jimin kept him on his back so he could get no relief from the silver, to make it burn worse, with his legs spread and his cock flushed an angry red, leaking almost constantly on his stomach as jimin’s eyes took him in hungrily, almost clinical in the way he walked around the bed to stand in front of him at the foot of the bed.
he moved quick. jimin wasted no time in taking off his pants and climbing up on the bed, positioning himself in front of taehyung with his legs as wide as they could go, giving taehyung a front row view of the way he was enjoying opening himself up.
“bet you wish this was you, hm? bet you want to spread me open on your fingers,” jimin moaned, making a show of throwing his head back so taehyung would get an eyeful of his bare throat. he could heard jimin’s pulse thundering away in his veins. taehyung’s fangs were aching .
“you’d look so good on them.” taehyung said, near panting, torn between watching jimin’s neck and looking down between his legs where he was pushing in a second finger. “they’re so much longer than yours — bet you’d enjoy them a lot more.”
jimin snorted, the sound trailing into a hiss as he began scissoring his fingers.
“you think I would just allow a filthy Sinner like you to touch me, just like that?” he pushed in a third finger, biting his lip hard as he began curling them, looking for that one spot that would make stars explode behind his eyelids. “you, ah - you think I will just let you drink my blood? need to earn it, baby. prove to me that you deserve it.”
the rhythmic sound of lube squelching as jimin rode his own fingers reverberated in the otherwise silent room, save for their heavy breathing and their moaning. jimin liked it wet. taehyung filed that information away, then quickly turned his attention back to the gorgeous picture jimin painted in front of him.
“how, Father?” taehyung pleaded, eyes fixed on the way jimin’s hard, dripping cock bounced with each jerk of his hips. jimin was just as affected as taehyung was, but he didn’t let it show, and that turned taehyung on immensely. jimin was just as in control in the bedroom as he was outside of it. “h-how can I do that? please, Father, wanna touch you so bad, wanna bite you so bad — m’ so hungry. “
taehyung knew when jimin hit his prostate because he threw his head back with a loud keen, massaging that spot quickly until his thighs were shaking before pulling his fingers out slowly, wiping his fingers carelessly on the sheets.
“I’m gonna sit on your stupid big cock and I’m gonna use it to make myself come,” jimin said, chest heaving. “if you’re real good for me, I will consider letting you touch, maybe even drink a little from me. how’s that sound?”
taehyung gums ached where his unsheathed fangs were digging into them. just the thought of getting his teeth into jimin had him embarrassingly close to coming. “I will be good, I will be so good,” he said quickly, squirming under jimin’s heated gaze. “gonna make Father come so hard you’ll be begging me for it next time. ”
next time. taehyung did not have the time, then, to properly analyze the full implication of those two little words that had come out of his mouth so carelessly, of the implication that a part of him was just about ready to repeat this little illicit affair with a hunter (later, in the privacy of his own room in the coven, he will wonder what it was about jimin that had him so willing to give himself up to him) because all of his thoughts came to a screeching halt when jimin reached for his cock with both hands, lubing it up quickly.
jimin snorted. he dug his thumbnail in taehyung’s slit, mean, grinning at the near inhuman sound taehyung made in response. “that so? let’s see if you can put your money where your mouth is, little vampire.”
taehyung’s eyes snap open when jimin climbs up onto his lap, stabilizing himself with a hand on taehyung’s chest as he reached back to line taehyung’s cock up with his hole. he knew when he had closed them - jimin’s fingers could barely wrap around taehyung’s cock fully and the visual had been way too much for him to handle — but he didn’t want to miss the breathtaking vision that jimin made as he sank on his cock, head thrown back and cherry red lips parted as he took all of him in until taehyung was buried to the hilt in the delicious, wet heat of jimin.
jimin barely gave himself any time to adjust before he was bracing both hands on taehyung’s chest and giving a slow roll of his hips that had taehyung in near tears, quickly falling into an unforgiving pace and grinning cruelly when taehyung could barely do more than sob his name through gritted teeth. he felt overwhelmed in the best way possible: jimin’s warm skin on his felt nothing short of electrifying, the delicious burn of the silver around his wrists and on his chest where jimins’ ringed fingers were displayed, but even all of that couldn't compare to the heavenly feeling of being inside of him.
“how do I feel, Father?” taehyung said, tracing his fangs with his tongue as he watched jimin’s lose himself in pleasure, his black hair framing his face like a dark halo. “what do you think your God will say when He sees you enjoying Sinner cock this much?”
“He — He will forgive me for this, He will — “
“will he, now?” taehyung taunted bringing his knees up to plant his feet on the bed and fuck up into him, trying his best to meet jimin’s thruts while his hands were tied. “and when you need it again, what will you do? will you just keep on asking Him to forgive you until He just can’t anymore?”
jimin hiccuped, gritting his teeth at the onslaught of pleasure overcoming him. watching jimin on top of him on the brink of orgasm, taehyung understood why people believed in God. he would gladly get on his knees and pray every single day just for the chance of seeing such a sight again.
“I won’t — shit, I won’t — not again. I won’t be so weak again.”
“oh, baby, don’t you know? you’re already tainted. there’s no going back for you. you’re one of us now.”
jimin shook his head. his eyes were like molten lava when he opened them.
“I’m not like you. I’m not — not a — a Sinner. “
taehyung laughed. “I think you should stop lying to yourself. you kissed your holiness away when you put your mouth on me for the first time.” he showed jimin’s his fangs, watched the way he shivered in response, they way his pupils dilated even more with want. “say it. say what you are, jimin.”
jimin stuffed his fingers in taehyung’s mouth to keep him quiet, fucking his mouth with them until taehyung was gagging. he accepted them with an appreciative groan, sucking and licking around them as he fucked up into jimin with as much strength as he could muster, chasing both his own orgams and jimin’s.
jimin wrapped his free hand around his neglected cock, jerking himself off desperately, chasing after that bliss. taehyung could almost taste it on the back of his teeth with how close he was, he just needed a little more, something to push him off the edge for good.
jimin’s fingers were suddenly gone from his mouth. taehyung had his mouth open and ready to moan about how Father’s tight little ass was about to make him come but, before he could jimin was shoving his shaking wrist right into his mouth. taehyung growled from deep within his chest, something downright animal clawing at him, at the feeling of the delicate skin of jimin’s wrist pressing right against his fangs. a snap of his jaw would be all it took for jimin’s blood to flood his mouth.
“I can’t take it anymore,” jimin whimpered. “bite me, please, bite me now.”
taehyung came buried as deep inside of jimin as he could get with his mouth so full of his blood it was spilling from the corners of his mouth and dripping down his chin and onto his chest. his hips snapped up violently in a series of almost unconscious thrusts; he was simply unable to mind his strength as he lapped messily at the puncture wound in jimin’s wrist, hungry to get more of the mind-numbing taste of jimin’s blood into his veins.
the sound of harsh panting reached past the ringing in his ears. taehyung opened his eyes to see jimin shuddering as he lifted himself from taehyung’s lap, letting his cock slip out slowly. a messy trail of cum and lube immediately followed. taehyung sucked harder on jimin’s wrist, growling at the sight of it. jimin looked like a mess and it was all because of him.
it didn’t fully hit taehyung that he was in trouble until jimin had to grab him by the jaw and bring Holy lightning to his fingertips as a warning so taehyung would finally let his wrist go.
the realization that no other blood would satisfy him like jimin’s did came to him slowly, in between jimin bending forward to lap at the trails of his own blood on taehyung’s chest, neck and mouth only to spit it right into taehyung’s mouth and bring him in for a filthy kiss next and jimin slowly lowering himself onto his mouth with a, “you made such a mess, darling. better clean it up”.
he saw it crystal clear as he took turns licking his own cum off jimin’s fucked out hole and sinking his teeth in the sensitive skin of jimin’s thighs: jimin had effectively ruined him for anyone else.
that first night was jimin’s definitive Crack but so was taehyung’s. jimin was gone a little after taehyung licked another orgasm out of him, leaving taehyung to lie on the dirtied hotel sheets with the marks on his wrists and the hum of his blood in taehyung’s veins like a brand. taehyung wondered when he would get to have jimin like that again.
he didn’t have to wait long. with time, he and jimin perfected a dangerous dance of steel and biting on the streets and sex and blood in the sheets. taehyung began to think, after the third or fourth time they ended up in bed after a particularly nasty fight, that the blood and the violence only served to make jimin harder.
jimin liked it when taehyung threw him up against the wall, forcefully holding him against it as he lunged for his throat with his mouth open and his fangs dripping, going in for the kill. he liked to pretend that his cock didn’t twitch as taehyung’s teeth scraped against his throat, making him bleed, before easily shoving taehyung off him with a kick to his stomach or a bolt of lightning to his chest, whip out and ready to retaliate.
he especially liked it when he had taehyung on his knees or tied up or both, sweaty and fucked out of his mind. he loved to make him bleed as much as taehyung loved when jimin made him bleed: hurting taehyung won’t make the Sin in him go away, but they both can enjoy themselves as jimin tries and tries to fuck it all away.
“are you sure you wanna do this, little vampire?” jimin says now, trailing a warm fingertip crackling with Holy lightning down taehyung’s spine. his body jumps at the contact, skin breaking out into goosebumps almost violently as taehyung chokes on his own spit, a litany of “pleasepleaseplease” pouring from his lips. “when I have you at my mercy like this? when I could wrap my hand around your neck right now and end it all?”
jimin wraps a hand around taehyung’s neck as he shakes, pressing an electrified thumb to taehyung’s jaw to lift his head so he can look him in the eye.
“you say that everytime,” taehyung pants, almost immediately zeroing in on the silver harness hugging jimin’s torso and neck tightly. he shivers, anticipating the searing feel of it against his back when jimin fucks him into the mattress. “and everytime, you never go through with it. why’s that, jiminie? is it because you know no one will be able to give it to you as good as I do?”
he makes a show of gasping when jimin hooks his fingers on the cuffs around his wrists and rolls him none-too-gently onto his back, laughs at the quiet fury simmering on jimin’s eyes. he’s expecting the first smack to his cheek when it comes, more sound than pain; a warning. still, he moans unabashedly at the extra sting jimin’s blessed rings provide as they come in contact with his cool skin.
“ah, thank you, jiminie,” he groans, an insufferable lilt to his voice as he looks up at jimin from beneath his lashes. “but could you do it a little harder, please? you know I like it when it — “
jimin’s palm is connecting with his cheek before he can even finish his sentence. his head lolls to the side with the force of the blow, and he keens loudly in response, toes curling at the delicious sensation of jimin’s rings cutting his cheek. the slap to his other cheek comes before taehyung can recover, eyes rolling back into his head as jimin grips his cheeks tight, quickly digging and rubbing his fingers along the cuts before they have a chance to heal.
"that's not what you call me, now, is it?" jimin sighs. genuine disappointment drips from his voice, making taehyung's chest tight with something that aches to fix it. jimin has always been an expert at making him feel small, like he'd do anything to earn his forgiveness. "you disappoint me greatly, darling. I thought you would have learnt your lesson by now, but that's on me for thinking a dumb thing like you would be able to learn anything."
"I'm really sorry, I think I might have forgotten. since I'm so dumb, and all that," taehyung pouts. "maybe you should remind me one more time. make it so that I never forget it again."
jimin shrugs, the very picture of indifference. "why bother? I'm clearly wasting my time with you. maybe I'll just get myself off and leave you writhing here uselessly until someone comes to check up on you and finds you like this." he cocks his head to the side. "do you think they'd tell your coven members? that they found you naked, breathless and dripping like the pathetic little thing you are?"
taehyung groans. his hips jump, his body unconsciously seeking a relief that just won't come. "jimin, please - "
all he gets in response is a distracted hum. jimin hooks his whip to his weapon belt with his clean hand, skillfully undoing his rough hunting pants one-handed next and then slipping his hand into them with a relieved little groan that strikes a chord deep in the tight coil in the fiery pit of taehyung's stomach.
taehyung watches, helpless, as jimin raises his bloodstained fingertips up to his face and shoves them into his mouth, sucking on them greedily as the hand he's got in his pants speeds up.
to his knowledge, blood tastes different to humans than it does to vampires and it's generally an unpleasant metallic taste that doesn't sit right on a human's tastebuds. watching jimin greatly enjoying himself as he licks and sucks his own fingers clean off taehyung's blood like it's a delicacy has taehyung wondering if maybe it's different with vampire blood. if maybe he tastes as good to jimin as jimin does to him.
that thought breaks taehyung's resolve. it's a bit of a struggle when he's all tied up, but he eventually manages to roll back onto his stomach, arching his back as much as he can to present himself to jimin.
"Father," taehyung whispers, curling his fingers tight until his nails are digging bloody crescents into his palms to avoid rutting down onto the sheets. "F-father, please."
he can feel the satisfied smirk in jimin's voice when he speaks, a little breathless. "hm? what's that? can you say that a little louder?"
"Father."
"oh, I know you can do it better than that, taetae. here, let me help you out."
taehyung opens his mouth to speak, but the words fly out of his mouth in a garbled scream when the sharp sound of jimin's whip cutting through the air reaches his ears before he feels its bite on his skin, keening at the sudden shock of delicious, raising his ass up for more.
he cries out a watery, "Father", repeats it like a prayer until it resembles a nonsensical litany of sounds as jimin raises his whip and brings it crashing down on the tender, raw skin of his ass over and over again until taehyung has nearly screamed himself hoarse. there's a metallic clank sound as jimin presumably drops his whip to the floor.
then he feels jimin's warm hands on his ass, kneading his cheeks and spanking them on a seemingly random pattern, tracing the healing bruises with his fingertips and occasionally digging his nails into them, making taehyung tremble though the dizziness of being brought up to the point where he's nearly there only to be denied the bliss he so desperately craves at the last minute.
taehyung gasps when he feels his body being dragged across the bed and then lifted. he can't twist his head very well to look at what jimin is doing from the position he's in, but he manages to catch a glimpse of jimin holding the chain that connects the two silver cuffs wrapped around his ankles, tugging at it until he had taehyung right where he wanted him: with his upper body still resting on the bed and his knees resting on the floor.
his mind is still spinning at jimin's blatant display of strength — he rather enjoys reminding taehyung that he may be supernaturally strong but jimin still can overpower him — when the unmistakable sound of jimin dropping to his knees reaches his ears. he moans languidly when he feels jimin's hands on his cheeks, kneading them firmly and hitting them alternating between different levels of strength, so that taehyung can never anticipate the next hit.
"wish you could see yourself right now. wish you could see the way you look so wrecked already, when I’m just getting started," jimin murmurs, his lower tone making his accent thick and rough in that spine-tingling way it gets when he's particularly turned on. he delivers four quick smacks to taehyung’s ass, two on each cheek, groaning at the bloody handprints he leaves behind. “the Devil sure knew what he was doing when he made you. stronger men have fallen for lesser things than an ass like yours, darling.”
there’s a joke in there, somewhere. there’s taehyung thanking jimin for the compliment, teasing him for it, maybe with a “knew you were an ass man, Father”, but it all gets lost in taehyung’s half-delirious mind when jimin grips his cheeks and spreads them, leaning forward to lick a stripe from his perineum all the way up to the top of his crack, pulling back to groan, then moving forward do it again.
taehyung shakes with it, mouth dropping open on a silent moan as jimin circles his hole with the tip of his tongue a couple of times before switching to lick at it with the flat of his tongue, maddeningly slow languid strokes that have taehyung crying out and trying to push back against jimin’s face, demand he gives him more, but all jimin does is laugh and wrap an arm around taehyung’s waist to hold him still.
“oh, oh, Father,” taehyung babbles, not sure if he’s making sense at the moment but not having enough presence of mind to care either, not when jimin is pressing a kiss to his hole before moving to bite as his asscheeks, licking at the blood there. “ah, fuck, ‘m so close — “ he feels jimin move away and stand up behind him, and it nearly makes him cry.
but he doesn’t even have time to mourn the loss of jimin’s warmth before he feels his hands on his shoulders, tipping him backwards until taehyung is on his knees before jimin, looking up at him with wide, watery eyes.
jimin gives him a tight-lipped smile, and taehyung immediately knows what’s coming. he opens his mouth eagerly, sticking his tongue out. jimin leans forward and spits on his mouth, one, two, three times and taehyung moans keenly every time.
“look at you. moaning your head off at being spat on like a little bitch,” jimin sneers, kneeling in front of taehyung. “not so high and mighty now, hm? wish the members of your coven could see you for what you really are: a painslut who loves to get on his knees for a hunter.”
pot kettle black or something like that, taehyung thinks, before his mind is overwhelmed by the taste of jimin’s mouth on his. he tries to kiss back to the best of his ability, give as good as he’s getting it, struggling against the tight grip jimin has on the nape of his neck to bite and suck on jimin’s lips, straining to taste even the smallest drop of his blood.
“mhm, too bad they’re never gonna see, isn’t it, Father?” taehyung says, smacking his lips. he managed to open a tiny wound on jimin’s bottom lip and he doesn’t want to let a single drop go to waste. “you, on the other hand… I sure hope sky daddy enjoys the view of you bringing me to my knees, but not at all in the way you should.”
he’s openly grinning at jimin and his grin only gets bigger when jimin near growls and lunges forward to wrap a hand around his throat, palm warm and crackling with lightning. jimin never brings it to its full capacity, perfectly aware that using too much of it could very well kill taehyung on the spot — just enough that it hurts the way taehyung likes it.
jimin squeezes, giving taehyung a little shock. taehyung’s body seizes with it, his skin prickling with bursts of sharp heat all over. it feels a lot like catching on fire from the inside, but there’s something earth-shattering and delicious about the way his bones rattle and ache with it, the ringing in his ears afterwards, when he’s disoriented and jimin is the only thing on his mind, the only thing he can feel on his skin, in his veins.
“again,” taehyung slurs. “do it again.”
“what’s the magic word?”
“Father, please.”
jimin’s fingers travel lower, tracing his collarbones and his sternum, switching the intensity up as he goes. one second it’s barely a caress of spiky heat, the next it burns so intensely taehyung hisses through his teeth and squeezes his eyes shut in an effort to not come all over himself.
it doesn’t escape taehyung’s judgment, clouded as it is right now, how stupidly reckless letting jimin get so close to him with Holy lightning is — more than anything else they do that other vampires and Sinners in general would consider colossally stupid, anyway.
one well-aimed hit and it would all be over. jimin splays his hand over taehyung’s heart for a moment and it would be so easy, so ridiculously easy for him to charge it all the way and end it for them. yet jimin never does.
taehyung eyes flitter over to jimin’s right shoulder, where is Holy lightning mark is: the outline of an owl, wings spread and poised to attack, holding a cross-shaped like a bolt of lightning between its talons. watches with bated breath as it slowly fills up with gold, watches as smoky strands of electricity curl around his arm, hand and his fingers. his palm glows gold. taehyung raises his chin and meets his eyes straight on, only a hint of fear in the hazy cloud of arousal surrounding him as he pants hardly and thinks: do it. do it do it do it do it —
jimin doesn’t, and taehyung doesn’t know what that says about him. the golden glow on his palm disappears. instead, he pressed an electrified thumb to taehyung’s nipple, cooing at him sweetly when taehyung throws his head back with an animalistic keen, pushing his chest against jimin’s hand for more.
jimin laughs, and brings his other hand up to do the same to his other nipple. the lightning travels from his right shoulder to his other shoulder, running down his arm to reach his left hand. jimin’s impeccable control on Holy lightning is as arousing as it is alarming. electricity is such a fickle element; it takes a lot of willpower and skill to be able to wield it like jimin does.
it brings taehyung back to when he crowded jimin up against the wall and whispered to him, “I think that if you truly wanted me dead our first encounter would have been our last” and just how true that statement was.
“you’re so sensitive. I bet you could come just like this,” jimin says, rubbing little circles on taehyung’s nipples and flicking them occasionally, reducing taehyung to a state of near constant whining and pleading. jimin looks down at taehyung’s leaking cock and snorts. “fucking slut. about to blow your load just from having your nipples played with. are you close, baby, hm?”
“so close,” taehyung says, voice wet. “ ‘m so close, Father, please make me come.”
jimin hums, taps his finger against his chin as he looks taehyung all over, like he’s weighing his options. he smiles, then, the kind of smile that more often than not means trouble for taehyung.
“since you asked so nicely, darling.”
jimin wraps both hands around taehyung’s cock, working them in quick, short strokes that have taehyung whimpering with each upstroke, tongue out and panting like he’s trying to taste his quickly approaching orgasm.
jimin leaves his left hand down at the base of his cock, holding it up, while he takes the right one away. taehyung makes a sound that’s a cross between a sob and a groan, thinking that maybe jimin is going to deny him again.
he’s about to protest, to beg, anything to get jimin to get his hands moving again. just as he opens his mouth and draws a breath in to speak, jimin presses his electrified pointer finger to the base of taehyung’s cock, bringing it torturously slow up towards the head of taehyung’s cock, so the only thing that ends up coming out of his mouth is a loud wail of sheer relief as his mind blanks and he starts to come.
taehyung’s cries get even louder when jimin lets go of him completely, only to lean down and swallow taehyung down in one go, sealing his lips tight around his cock to milk him dry with his mouth. the wet heat of jimin’s mouth on his sensitive cock feels delectably unbearable as he shakes and cries through the aftershocks, holding his shaky body up by sheer force of will as he gladly takes all that jimin gives him.
jimin lets taehyung’s spent cock slip from his lips with a wet little pop that, had he just not come as hard as he did, would have had his cock stirring with interest. when taehyung opens his teary eyes and the haze around his mind settles enough for him to see properly, jimin is back on his feet, looking down at him like he’s ready to devour him alive.
taehyung has his mouth open and ready before jimin even has the chance to lean down, which gets him a knowing tight-lipped smile from him. jimin purses his lips, then, and slowly lets taehyung’s cum slip slowly onto his own tongue.
“ah, darling, when you look like this,” jimin says, using his thumb to collect the remaining traces of cum around his mouth and promptly wipe it on taehyung’s cheeks. “I can see why people let themselves be led astray by your kind.”
oh, jimin, taehyung thinks, before jimin pulls him in for a hungry kiss and he’s far too occupied with sucking his own cum off of jimin’s tongue to spare another thought about jimin’s refusal to see himself for what he is: another soul who had a taste of Sin and the rest, like they say, was history.
jimin kisses him like he’s starving for it and taehyung tries his best to kiss back just as fervently, languidly swapping his own cum and saliva with jimin until all of it is gone yet he’s sucking on his tongue just as greedily, whining loudly every time jimin sweeps his tongue across his fangs, rubbing it against their sharp tips to make himself bleed lightly, not enough for taehyung to feed properly but just the right amount to drive him just a little wilder.
“you’re so whiny. and you have been mouthing off all night, too,” jimin says, pulling taehyung back with a firm grip on his hair. his other hand comes up towards his face, rubbing a thumb over taehyung’s swollen bottom lip, like he’s considering what his next move will be. “I think it’s time we put this pretty little mouth of yours to good use, hm?”
taehyung licks his lips. “mhm, I agree. I think it’s about time I get your fat cock down my throat, Father.”
jimin’s hand comes down hard on his cheek, once, then one more time when jimin sees it only made him smile and moan.
“you want Father’s cock that bad?” jimin grits out. he shoves his jeans and underwear down enough for his cock to spring free, deliciously thick and dripping at the tip. taehyung feels his mouth water as jimin wraps a hand around himself, hissing in relief as he gives his neglected cock a couple of quick strokes. “have you been acting up all this time hoping I would just get tired of your attitude and shove it down your throat to keep you quiet?” he tightens his grip on taehyung’s hair, bringing him down, until his mouth is as close to his cock it can get without being able to reach it. all the while, taehyung tries his best to nod, whines when he realizes jimin’s cock is right there and he can’t taste it. “have at it then, slut. choke on it to your heart’s content.”
jimin shoves his head lower, forcing him to bend over as he wraps his lips around the head of jimin’s cock, licking greedily at the tip to taste his precome. he bobs his head to the best of his ability when his hands are tied, taking in as much of jimin as he can into his mouth before coming back up to swirl his tongue around the head, press the tip against the slit and relish in the jerk of jimins’s hips, the way his breath stutters and the grip he has on taehyung’s hair tightens slightly.
there’s really no finesse to it, not when it’s mostly taehyung trying to take jimin’s cock as far down his throat as he can to make himself gag on it, but he knows that’s far from a problem for jimin. he likes it messy and sloppy, likes it when there’s spit and precome dripping down taehyung’s chin, likes it when taehyung looks up at him with the bulge of his cock in his cheek clearly prominent as his eyes fill with tears. likes to hear the wet sounds of taehyung’s throat working around his cock as taehyung takes him all the way until his nose is buried in jimin’s pubic hair.
“ Lord, your mouth is so good,” jimin groans. he looks like a vision like this: messy bangs sticking to his temples, sweat making his collarbones glisten. the glint of his harness under the harsh lightning of the room, his head thrown back and eyes closed as he uses the hand he has tangled on taehyung’s hair to work his mouth on his cock, fucking taehyung’s face like he’s nothing more than a toy to him. “such a shame I won’t be filling it up with come this time.” he shoves taehyung’s head all the way down and holds him there with a hand to the back of his neck, his cock giving a hard twitch inside taehyung’s throat that has him loudly groaning in response, choking a little as he struggles to swallow the flood of precome that follows. “when I come tonight it’s going to be buried deep in your tight little ass.”
taehyung splutters and coughs when jimin pulls him off his cock altogether, groaning at the thick strings of saliva that connect his lips to the head of jimin’s cock. he’s quick to lick them, the taste of jimin thick in his mouth getting him hard and making his head spin.
“Father, you have done such a good job — mhmm, fucked my mouth so well,” taehyung rasps, eyes trailing slowly up jimin’s thick thighs, the delicate veins running up his right wrist, his neck where his quickfire pulse beats the loudest behind the thick collar of his harness. it hurts his parched throat when he swallows. “I think you deserve a reward.”
taehyung opens his mouth, running his tongue over his fangs. he tries his hardest not to grin when he perceives the slightest of hitches on jimin’s breath, the way he tilts his head to the side, considering the pros and the cons to keep edging himself or finally letting himself have it. a little treat before the main course.
the craving must win out in the end, because jimin sighs and says, “you know what? you’re right, darling. I have been so good to you, reminding you of your place and making sure you stay there. I think you should make it up to me.”
“let me,” taehyung says, not caring about the eagerness seeping into his voice. “let me make it up to you, please.”
jimin may just be as eager as he is, because he wastes no time in tugging his jeans and his underwear all the way down and then kicking them away. he hooks his arms underneath taehyung’s armpits and drags him towards the bed with him, in another impressive display of strength, until he’s sitting down on it with taehyung between his spread legs. his hard cock is right there, curving up towards his stomach.
taehyung leans forward almost instinctively, hoping for another taste, but jimin stops him with a palm to his forehead.
“ah ah, did I say you could get my cock again?” jimin tuts, slapping him on the cheek softly. “is this how you plan on making it up to me? by being a greedy cockslut?”
“no, Father,” taehyung whines. “‘m sorry, Father. you just taste so good. couldn’t help myself.”
jimin coos at him. “I know you couldn’t, sweetheart. dumb Sinner sluts like you never can.”
he raises his wrist, holding it right underneath taehyung’s nose. taehyung presses his nose against it and takes a deep whiff, groaning at the sweet smell of jimin’s blood drafting from underneath his skin. saliva pools in his mouth as the sound of jimin’s blood pumping through his veins reaches his ears.
"go on, taetae," jimin coos, running a hand through taehyung's hair. it would be almost sweet, if it weren't for the way jimin's fingers curl into his hair and pull, until taehyung's mouth is dropping open in a wince. he raises his wrist, presses the delicate skin of it right against taehyung's fangs. "take a bite."
he doesn't have to repeat himself again. with a muffled moan, taehyung repositions his mouth to find the optimal biting spot that will bring the most pleasure to jimin, and bites down.
taehyung hears, faintly, the sound of jimin hissing at the initial sting of his fangs piercing his skin, but anything else he may have said is lost to him as he drowns in the euphoric feeling of jimin's blood flooding his mouth. he laps at it like he's been starving for weeks - and, in a way, he has been. he and jimin don't get to.. meet, like this, very often and even when they do, sometimes if jimin is feeling extra cruel, he won't let taehyung drink from him.
that means taehyung has to hunt for other humans to feed, or go see jeongguk if he's not too busy with school or all the other human things he does, which would be fine if it weren't for the fact that all human blood tastes bland at best and absolutely rancid at worst to him lately. even the taste of jeongguk's blood is starting to pale in comparison to the mind-numbing high drinking from jimin gives him.
taehyung doesn't want to think about that, or what it means for him. he knew he would be in trouble when he bit jimin for the first time and his entire being sang with it, but he didn't know it would be happening this fast.
so he tries his best to get his fill whenever jimin allows him to, makes it as good for him as he possibly can to keep jimin coming back for more. although, sometimes, he gets the impression that he doesn't really need to, because jimin has got it as bad as he does. he's just better at hiding it than taehyung is.
"ah, fuck, stop, stop, I'm gonna come if you don't — " jimin half-grunts half-sobs, the hand had slowly working on his cock stilling at the base, squeezing tight to stave off his impending orgasm. taehyung grins and, just to be a brat, bites down just the tiniest bit harder. jimin squeals, and pulls him off his wrist with a harsh pull of his hair. "God , you little shit. can’t go any longer than a minute without being a fucking brat, now, can you?"
taehyung grins, winking at jimin. “ah, you know it, holy boy. gotta keep you on your toes.” he lets his eyes slip shut, hums as he makes a show licking at the blood smeared around his mouth and smacking his lips afterwards. he opens his eyes when he thinks he's gotten most of it, and is rewarded with the lovely sight of jimin's hand white-knuckled on top of his thighs.
"enjoying yourself, darling?" jimin asks, eyes narrowed. taehyung gives him a bloody grin in response.
"mhm, 'm enjoying myself a lot, Father. how could I not, when you taste this good?”
jimin stands up. taehyung dials up the shit-eating grin he’s sporting a couple more watts as jimin side-steps him, batting his eyelashes at him in mock-innocence. however, the little act he’s putting on ends as quickly as it began, with jimin bending over to grip the chains that connect the cuffs on taehyung’s wrists and ankles and haul him up onto the bed with barely a grunt of effort. taehyung lands on the bed with a soft thumb, shrieking as the silver cuffs press against the wounds there that are unable to heal due to their constant contact with the silver. he thinks he blacks out for a second there — from pain or from pleasure, he’s not sure. the line that separates both is blurred beyond measure for him, at this point.
when he comes to, he’s panting hard and face down ass up on the bed. it seems like jimin has gotten rid of the cord around his thighs, because his legs are spread, now. taehyung hisses softly at the familiar tingling sensation bubbling underneath the wounded skin as it heals. louder, when jimin brings his palm down hard on both thighs, rubbing his silver rings along the marks until taehyung’s thighs are shaking and he’s moaning with every swipe of jimin’s fingers against the cord marks on the sensitive skin of his thighs.
“this is exactly how I like you best - a moaning mess, completely at my mercy” jimin says, from where he’s standing behind taehyung. he hears a bottle being uncapped, and seconds later he feels a lubed up fingertip tracing his hole. “gonna fuck all that brattiness right out of you, darling.”
he pushes his finger all the way, ring and all. he moves it in and out of taehyung a few times, fingering him at a slow pace that they both know he doesn’t need. taehyung whines, pushes back against jimin’s finger and begs him for another, begs him to go faster, but all he gets for his trouble is a hard swat to his cheek and vice grip around his waist so he can’t move.
“it’s cute that you think you deserve it, baby,” jimin giggles, fucking giggles. “brats like you only deserve to take what they’re given. if you keep whining I’ll just come all over your ass and leave you like this, got it?”
“ no, Father, please,” taehyung groans. “want your cock so bad.”
jimin snorts. “I know you do. cock is all you ever want. which is why you’re gonna stay still and let me open you up all nice and slow, hm?”
“please, just go a little faster. ‘m not gonna break, I can — “
jimin pushes in a second finger, and the rest of taehyung’s sentence gets lost in the drawn-out moan it rips from him. jimin scissors his fingers carefully, fucking taehyung with them like it’s his first time and he doesn’t wanna hurt him. it’s in moments like these that the fact that jimin is as good with his hands in the bedroom as he is with them outside of it feels like more of a curse than a blessing: he makes taehyung feel it all, from the pleasurable burn of the stretch with the added sting of his silver rings to the occasional jab at his prostate that has him leaking messily all over the sheets, without actually giving taehyung what he wants.
he tries his best to not move, but it’s difficult when all he wants to do is fuck himself on jimin’s fingers, chase that pleasure until he’s completely overcome by it. the only thing stopping him from doing so is the promise of jimin’s cock, which he knows he won’t get if he pushes his luck too hard. jimin is definitely not above punishing himself in the process if it means teaching taehyung a lesson.
jimin slides his fingers out until only the tips are inside, keeping taehyung’s hole spread on them. he shushes him when taehyung starts whining and trying to clench around jimin’s fingers, to no avail.
“look at you. you just want to get something in that greedy hole of yours, hm?”
then he leans forward and spits in taehyung’s hole. does it again, when taehyung screams and bucks his hips up in reflex, wanting more. he’s rewarded with jimin having to wrestle him into position again, palms warm with lightning, which taehyung still counts as a win.
“I thought I told you to stay fucking still? am I once again expecting too much from a mindless Sinner that only cares about getting cock and blood?” jimin growls. he pushes his two fingers back in, fucking his own spit and the lube back into taehyung. he keeps his other hand on taehyung’s waist, shocking him every time he moves.
if taehyung makes an extra effort to squirm so he’ll get shocked, well. jimin probably already knows. he probably did it on purpose.
“yeah, I think — I think you are,” taehyung wheezes, nearly choking on his own spit when jimin squeezes in a third finger when he’s mid-sentence. “oh Father, I just want you to put your blessed cock in me, want you to fuck the Devil right out of me, please Father, you’re the only one who can save me.”
jimin groans, curling his fingers inside of taehyung and hitting his prostate dead on three times in a row, effectively shutting taehyung up. “saints, you’re insufferable. not even when you’re hard and dripping with three fingers in your ass will you shut up.”
“ah, ah, thank you, Father. it’s a skill I’m — shit, there — really proud of.”
jimin pulls his fingers out then, spitting on his hole one more time. he smears it around taehyung’s hole with the pads of his fingers, lets it drip down his perineum and past his balls as he alternates between spanking taehyung’s cheeks and his hole. taehyung whines and groans with each hit, raising his ass in a silent request for more, begging jimin for it harder, begging him for his cock.
he feels jimin lean away, and foolishly, taehyung thinks he may be finally done playing with him, like a cat may play with a mouse before devouring it. he’s proven wrong when he feels something hard and plastic poking at his rim - the mouth of the bottle of lube — and he only has a few seconds to process it before jimin squeezes, emptying half of the bottle inside of him.
“ah, there we go, darling. bet you feel so full now, hm? just like you wanted?” jimin says, fucking his fingers in and out of taehyung’s drenched hole quickly. the squelching sound of the lube as jimin fingers him makes taehyung shudder, as he tries his damned best to not blow his load right then and there. jimin pinches his thigh, tsking. “ungrateful brat. not even going to thank me or anything?”
“thank you,” taehyung says earnestly. “thank you, Father.”
only when he’s brought taehyung to the very edge of insanity is jimin satisfied. he squeezes his cheeks one last time and leans back, reaching for the bottle of lube he left discarded on the mattress by taehyung’s feet. taehyung’s chest heaves as he tries to get his bearings back, moves his head a bit to the side so he’s not lying directly on a pool of his own drool.
the bottle of lube uncaps again. jimin sighs a little in relief when he gets a hand around himself again, coating himself in lube despite the fact that taehyung doesn’t need it, just to make it wetter. he keeps a hand around the base while the other curls around taehyung’s hip, as he lines himself up. he slaps the head of his cock against taehyung’s hole a couple of times, laughing when taehyung cries and tries to push back against it.
“ready?”
“I’ve been ready for hours, just — give it to me already, please — ”
jimin buries himself to the hilt in one smooth trust, aided by the copious amount of lube he’s used on taehyung. he pushes back until only the tip remains inside and the thrusts back in, not wasting time with starting off slow because neither of them have the patience for it. taehyung shakes and moans with every smack of jimin’s hips against his ass, with how deliriously full jimin’s fat cock is making him feel.
“you look so good like this, darling, I wish you could see yourself,” jimin grunts, his hands on taehyung’s hips so he can fuck him back into his own thrusts, nails and rings digging into them as he grits his teeth and tries not to lose himself into the wet, tight heat surrounding him so soon. “drooling all over yourself as you cry for my cock.”
taehyung thinks he says something, tries to at least, but he’s not at all sure he’s making any sense. jimin chuckles and buries himself as deep as he can into his ass, grinds his hips in tight little circles that have taehyung hiccuping as he cries harder. then jimin bends himself over him, pressing his silver harness right against taehyung’s back and he’s screaming his lungs out, bucking like a wild animal as jimin fucks him flat into the mattress, bending his legs and pressing them over taehyung’s so he can’t move, so he can only lie there and take it.
“you may think you’re something , parading yourself around the streets of this city as a coven leader, like that means something,”jimin whispers viciously in his ear. “but make no mistake, little Sinner. in the end, this all you and your kind are good for: to be used and then thrown away until someone decides to play with you again.”
“and what does it say about you?” taehyung grits out, squeezing his eyes shut at the constant stream of pleasure and pain and pleasure overwhelming his senses. his cock keeps dragging against the mattress with the force of jimin’s thrusts and he doesn’t think he’s going to be able to last much longer. “that you throw me away but then pick me back up, every single time?”
jimin hauls them up onto their knees, taehyung’s back to his chest as he plants his knees firmly on the mattress and fucks up into taehyung with everything he’s got. the new angle makes taehyung sink even deeper into his cock, rendering him useless to anything that’s not crying out a litany of Father and the occasional Jimin as he gets fucked to within an inch of his life like a chant, like a prayer.
“touch me, Lord, please touch me,” taehyung pleads. “please Father, I’m so close.”
jimin keeps a hand around his throat and the other around his waist to hold him up against him, and he doesn’t make a move to reach for taehyung’s cock with either of them.
“just with me, okay?” jimin asks, overly sweet. when taehyung starts to protest, he adds. “you’ll come on my cock or you won’t come at all.”
“fuck,” taehyung spits. “hate you so fucking much.”
“right back at you, darling.” jimin coos. “here, let me help you out.”
he guides taehyung’s mouth until it’s pressing against his neck, right over the erratic beat of his pulse. taehyung bites down immediately, latching and sucking onto the puncture wound to the best of his ability with the awkward angle he’s working with. jimin blood pours into his mouth, hot and electrifying, and the knot in his stomach nearly unravels past the point of no return. he feels himself coming, until he’s not. until jimin is pulling out and moving away from him.
“what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” taehyung growls, snapping his teeth at jimin. he’s panting and trembling through being denied again, and he doesn’t doubt for one second that he looks every bit the monster jimin sees when he looks at him.
jimin rolls his eyes. “you’re so dramatic. calm down, I’m just gonna - “ and he proceeds to manhandle taehyung until he’s lying flat on his back. jimin quickly gets in between his legs, lifting them until they’re wrapped around his waist, before sliding back inside of him. you could have just said you wanted to move, is taehyung’s last coherent thought before jimin brings the brutal pace he had going on before back up, and he can’t think of anything else but the feeling of jimin fucking into him hard and fast and the delicious burn of the marks left by jimin’s harness on his back against he sheets as jimin pounds into him with enough force to move his body up the bed.
when jimin leans forward, offering him his neck again, taehyung bites him again without hesitation. he laps and sucks at it like a starving dog, no finesse or grace whatsoever, just the primal, animal need to feed, to consume.
“I’m gonna come,” taehyung slurs against jimin’s neck. “shit, ‘m gonna come. Father. Father.”
it doesn’t take much more. jimin pants, “go on, come for me, let me feel you” and coupled with a well-aimed thrust that hits his prostate dead on, taehyung’s back arches to a nearly impossible arch and he’s coming. he swears it starts right in the pit of stomach and then it spreads to the very tip of his fingers, leaving him shaking and panting. jimin fucks him through it, through the aftershocks and straight into the ache of overstimulation, but taehyung only begs for more.
“come on, Father, give it to me,” taehyung says, lazily licking at the blood that has dripped from jimin’s neck to his collarbones. he clenches around him, smiles when it makes jimin growl. “come, let your God know how good Sinner ass feels.”
jimin fucks into him a couple more times, all rhythm lost, and then stills. he bites down on the junction where taehyung’s neck meets his shoulder when he comes, circling his hips as he fills taehyung up to the brim. he slumps against him with a groan when he’s done and, for a few minutes, they just breathe together.
taehyung’s limbs feel like they’re made of jello. he lies there, happy and sated, only opening one eye up when jimin disentangles himself from him and stands up, padding over to the nightstand to retrieve the keys for the cuffs taehyung is still wearing. he unlocks the ones on his ankles first, helps taehyung sit up so he can get the ones on his wrists, too.
“how does that saying go? ‘hate to watch him leave, but love to see him go?’” taehyung says, as he flops back down onto the bed, crosses his arms behind his head as he watches the way jimin’s ass jiggles as he moves around the room, stuffing the cuffs in his backpack and picking his clothes off of the floor.
jimin snorts. “nice try, but you’re not getting my ass tonight.”
he walks into the bathroom then, and taehyung is left to pout at the door as it closes behind him.
taehyung should probably be thinking of leaving soon too, anyway. the sun is coming up, and he definitely doesn’t want to be caught outside when it’s fully out. he stretches with a yawn, like a satisfied housecat, and decides that it’s fine. he can lie there on the bed for a few more minutes. at least, until jimin is long gone so they’re not caught leaving together.
jimin exits the bathroom fully dressed, with his backpack slung over his right shoulder. he’s wearing a black turtleneck underneath his harness now, but it fits him so snugly it really is only a minor downgrade from when he was shirtless, and a face mask. his hair is up, with a few strands of hair framing his face.
something about jimin framed by sunlight has him feeling… weird. he buries it into the back of his mind and doesn’t think about it.
a wet piece of cloth hits taehyung on the chest.
“you should get cleaned up and out of here as soon as possible,” jimin says. “wouldn’t want the sun to get you before I can.”
taehyung laughs, grins at jimin with his teeth stained red, before the door to the room closes and he’s alone.