bleed me dry

by sonderess

Summary:

"I could be very dangerous," the stranger says. His fangs glint sharply in the glow of the streetlamp above them. "Where's your sense of self-preservation?"

"You could be," Beomgyu returns. "But something tells me I might like that."

A delighted smirk spreads across the man's face. "Oh," he says. "You're one of those, aren't you?"

Local fangbanger gives two sexy vampires a run for their money. And then they give him a run for his.

Notes:

a sonderess fic without yearning? it's more likely than you think.

happy spooky szn! this might be the nastiest thing i've ever written lol, please read the tags! no major CWs but if you think i should add a tag, just lmk.

this is a little different from my usual, but i had so much fun writing this and definitely pushed myself here in terms of style and tone, so hopefully you’ll enjoy my take on the 3choi Dynamic™ too.

inspiration for this fic comes from here, here, and here.

“Everything in the world is about sex—except sex. Sex is about power.”

– Oscar Wilde

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Blood.

Coursing through his veins, pulsing in his core. Warm liquid spilling out onto a vampire’s teeth and tongue, adrenaline zinging through his entire body.

Beomgyu loves it.

Loves the rush, the thrill, the danger of it all. Loves leaving them wanting more, begging for just one more taste.

“I’m surprised you haven’t gotten yourself killed,” Kai says.

He’s perched on the edge of Beomgyu’s bed watching him dust a thin sheen of glitter onto the ridges of his collarbones, underneath the sheer black button-down that already leaves little to the imagination.

“That’s a little bit dramatic, don’t you think?”

Kai raises an unconvinced eyebrow. “Is it?

Beomgyu thinks so. Long gone are the days of bloody vampiric rampages across the country and widespread fear among humans. Doesn’t stop people from talking though. Vampires might be more integrated into society than ever before, but many still prefer the company of their own kind, and most humans aren’t complaining.

Beomgyu’s not one of them.

“Sure you don’t want me and Taehyun to come with?” Kai asks.

Beomgyu tucks the edge of his shirt into his skintight jeans and fluffs his hair one last time. All ready to go.

“Nah. They’d eat you alive, baby. Don’t worry, I can handle myself.”

“They’ll eat you alive too,” Kai mumbles, but Beomgyu just smiles, half to himself. It sounds like an appealing possibility if he’s being honest, though he doesn’t voice that particular thought out loud.

“Can I ask you something?” Kai continues, oblivious to his internal thought process. “Why do you do it?”

Beomgyu ponders the question for a moment. Kai is his best friend, but Beomgyu doesn’t know how to explain this to him. He never has. Unfortunately, he’s always had a penchant for danger and an unquenchable thirst for something no regular human can provide.

“Because,” he settles on. “It’s fun. Besides, what’s life without a little danger?” A woefully inadequate answer, but it’ll have to be enough for now.

“Hard enough without you going searching for extra trouble,” Kai rolls his eyes. He catches the collar of Beomgyu’s shirt and loosens another button. “One more.”

His attempt at a peace offering.

Beomgyu gives him a proper smile this time, the fond one he reserves for their quieter moments.

“Don’t forget your laptop charger this time,” he says. It had been a flimsy excuse for Kai to come over today, no doubt to try and talk him out of going out tonight. It’s a familiar dance that always ends the same way, yet they perform it from muscle memory every time.

“Don’t die,” Kai shoots back.

Beomgyu grins. “I’ll do my best.” It’s cute when Kai worries, even if it’s entirely unfounded.

The nighttime chill crawls up his skin when he leaves his apartment a short while later, alone at last. It’s a quick trip on the metro to get to where he’s going, and soon enough he steps out onto the pavement once more, inhaling the faint odor of metallic smoke filtering through the brisk autumn air.

Beneath the grimy residue of a city built on cheap thrills and synthetic dreams, lies a secret realm of supernatural debauchery that crackles to life when the sun goes down. And like a cog churning in the oil-slick machine of hedonism and sin, Beomgyu feels right at home here.

He belongs.

He wanders past rusted neon signs blinking luridly at him from behind barred shop windows, advertising every vice imaginable. In between the sprawl of street vendors and speakeasies coating the streets in the smell of frying oil and gasoline, he slips into the back-alley entrance of his final destination.

Welcome to the red light district.

It’s here, in the beating heart of Seoul’s underground vampire nightlife scene, that Beomgyu finds his freedom at last.

Bite Me, reads the pink neon sign emblazoned above the club entrance. A little on the nose for his taste, but he supposes they’re all here tonight for the same reason anyway. To feed, or to get fed on.

The bouncer gives him a skeptical once-over as he steps across the threshold. Probably wondering what a human like him is doing at a seedy joint like this all alone. Most people come in groups to these places, after all. It’s safer, in case something goes wrong.

He’s not worried though. He’s done this enough times to know exactly how this goes.

Step one: scope out your available options.

The man sitting on the pleather lounge chair in the corner? Too old. Beomgyu wrinkles his nose when the guy leers at him, and quickly glances away.

The twinky-looking dude leaning against the wall at the edge of the dancefloor? Beomgyu could probably make him cry in seconds. Unfortunately for Mr. Twink, that’s not the sort of mood he’s in tonight.

His interest piques momentarily when he spots an attractive guy dancing in the crowd with his friends, but it quickly vanishes when one of the girls he’s with passes him a pill, which the guy eagerly places on his tongue. Probably molly. Rookie mistake, which means he’s definitely human. Too bad.

It’s easy to sniff out the other humans a mile away. They always cluster together, sipping their drinks and avoiding eye contact in case they get accidentally compelled by some unwanted vampire. But unlike some of the poor souls who wound up here because their morbid curiosity got the best of them and they’re desperate for a cheap thrill, Beomgyu’s not stupid. There are rules to this thing.

Rule number one: always fucking take your anti-compulsion meds. If he goes home with a vampire tonight, it’ll be on his own terms.

He feels the weight of someone’s gaze on him. A long moment passes, and then he finally allows himself to turn around. That’s rule number two, of course. Be patient. Don’t show your cards too early. Always keep them guessing.

He surveys the room, trying to locate his mystery suitor, and then–yes.

The man staring shamelessly in his direction is gorgeous, and there’s no two ways about it. He’s all long legs and lithe proportions, a hint of toned, sinewy muscle filling out his lean frame. He runs a playful hand through his dark hair, and when he catches Beomgyu looking back, his full lips curve into a knowing smile.

Beautiful, in the effortless way of the lucky few who don’t have to try. Undoubtedly a vampire. Finally, something interesting tonight.

Step two: acquire your target.

Beomgyu tilts his head and grants him a half-smile. An invitation. Come and get me.

“Hey angel,” the man says. The piercings running up and down his ears flash silver in the darkness. “What’s a pretty thing like you doing here by yourself?”

From anyone else’s mouth the line would be sleazy, but somehow, it’s not. Maybe it’s the pretty privilege working in this guy’s favor, but the compliment lands easily on Beomgyu’s skin. Besides, he’s in the mood to be someone’s pretty thing tonight.

“Just trying to get a drink,” he says, smiling demurely. Rule number three: keep it playful, but not too eager. After all, everyone loves the chase, and there’s nothing worse than an easy target.

The vampire inclines his head in the direction of the bar and gestures for him to follow. It shouldn’t be sexy, but something about this guy’s energy screams cool. He catches Beomgyu’s waist as someone jostles him in the crowd, and Beomgyu feels the heat of his palm pressing firmly against the small of his back. He fights back a shiver.

“What do you want?” the guy asks. He digs his wallet out of his back pocket and forks over a bill. “My treat.”

Easy. It’s always so easy.

“Whiskey,” Beomgyu tells the bartender. “On the rocks.”

“Not the fruity cocktail type, then.”

“Did you expect me to be?”

The man shrugs, but doesn’t answer. The bartender slides Beomgyu’s whiskey across the counter, and the stranger flicks his hand up to signal his attention once more. “One piña colada, please.”

Beomgyu stifles a laugh. At least this guy has a sense of humor.

“Do you even like that stuff?” At the stranger’s raised eyebrow, he clarifies: “I expected your preferences to be more…savory.”

The man catches on quickly. “There are many types of pleasure,” he says, eyes glinting. “How boring life would be if we could only indulge in one kind.”

“And do you plan to indulge tonight?”

The stranger grins at that, all sharp teeth and sultry eyes. Beomgyu catches a glimpse of the fangs retracted against his gum line. Good.

“Dance with me and find out.”

Patience. Beomgyu can play this game any day of the week. Besides, something tells him that this guy’s probably worth the trouble.

So he lets himself be guided to the dancefloor for a while, lets the music sweep him away as he sways back and forth amidst the sea of thrillseekers drunk on cheap vodka and even cheaper blood. He finds himself getting lost in the vampire’s dark eyes as their bodies move together. God, he really is pretty.

The beat turns grittier, and Beomgyu melts into it, turning around to grind his ass against the guy’s crotch.

He feels the feather-light touch of teeth scraping against his exposed neck, brushing over his pulse point. Just teasing. His heartbeat feels loud in his own ears, and when the vampire’s hands tighten around his waist, his breath hitches.

“You like that?”

“I like lots of things,” Beomgyu tells him, spinning back around. “Maybe one day you’ll get a chance to find out.”

“One day?” The man puts a hand up to his chest. “You wound me.”

“What’s a few days to a creature such as yourself? Surely no more than a blink of an eye?”

Beomgyu’s toying with this guy now, just because he can. He has no intention of leaving alone tonight, but it’s better this way.

“Touché,” the stranger laughs, and he really does sound endeared. “Perhaps you’ve compelled me. Trapped me under your spell.”

“Humans can’t do that.”

“No,” the stranger agrees, like Beomgyu has just said something funny. “Though it appears that I can’t either, at least not with you.”

Beomgyu arches an eyebrow. “Did…you want to?”

The man looks offended that he would even ask, and the taut wire of sexual tension humming between them slackens for just a moment. “Course not,” he says. “It was a compliment. This isn’t your first time here, is it?”

Far from it. Beomgyu slowly shakes his head.

“Good,” the stranger croons, his mask of seduction slipping back into place. “It’s always more fun that way, don’t you think?”

Beomgyu shivers. He feels his cock stir in his pants, and decides that this has gone on long enough.

Step three: secure your target.

“I need some fresh air,” he says, setting down the last of his drink. “Care to join me?”

Their fingers twine together as Beomgyu leads them through the crush of writhing bodies dancing under the flash of LEDs, some ear splitting techno beat that thumps loudly beneath the skin of every partygoer out searching for easy blood tonight.

The midnight chill nips at his face when they step outside, but he doesn’t mind the cold. He’s here on a mission tonight, and he’s not leaving this club without a body to keep him warm.

He leans against the brick façade of the building and puts on his best come hither face, but the vampire doesn’t move.

“Why are you here tonight?” he asks.

To get fucked, Beomgyu wants to say. To get bled until I’m begging for a cock inside me, until you can’t remember the taste of anyone else.

He remains silent.

“Pretty boy,” the vampire clucks his tongue in disappointment. “Fine, we’ll save the honesty for later. What’s your name then?”

Oh. They’d skipped that part. “I’m Beomgyu.”

“Beomgyu,” the stranger repeats. The name sounds good on his tongue. “What do you want, Beomgyu?”

This, he has an answer for. “Want you.”

"I could be very dangerous," the man says. His fangs glint sharply in the glow of the streetlamp above them, fully protruded now. "Where's your sense of self-preservation?"

"You could be," Beomgyu returns. "But something tells me I might like that."

The stranger’s eyes slip down to Beomgyu's lips, to the slope of his neck, and then straight down to his thighs, dragging shamelessly across his entire body. His gaze is unapologetic. Just how Beomgyu likes it.

A delighted smirk spreads across the man’s face. "Oh," he says. "You really are one of those, aren't you?"

"Don't know what you're talking about," Beomgyu lies.

"No, I'm sure you don't," the man says, and he looks amused. "Come on then. Take what you want, angel."

Take it. Take him.

Therein lies the answer to Kai’s question, his reason for being here. The real reason why he feels so at ease under neon club lights, covered in the stench of blood and sex. Why he never fears for his safety on nights like these, not really.

Because when the seduction and glamor of the club fall away, what remains is something quiet and dark lurking in the shadowy underbelly of his mind, waiting to be unleashed.

There’s always been something raw and insatiable inside him, a gnawing hunger that urges him not just to give himself up for the taking, but to take as well. It claws its way to the surface now, and Beomgyu surrenders to instinct.

Step four: make them yours, if only for tonight.

Without missing a beat, he wraps his arms around the man's neck and brings their lips together. It’s languid at first, smooth and unhurried, but then the man tugs at Beomgyu’s bottom lip and slips his tongue inside.

Open up.

Beomgyu gasps at the sensation, and the kiss turns heated fast. He needs it, needs this man to take him apart with his teeth and tongue, needs him to sink his fangs into—

"Really, Yeonjun?"

They break apart at the intrusion, panting heavily.

Another man steps out of the shadows, materializing seemingly from nowhere. His jet black hair is slicked back over a pale expanse of forehead and full cherry lips, which are currently pursed in a frown. His formal slacks seem out of place at a club setting, but the sleeves of his white button-down are rolled up to reveal strong forearms, and—god. That's going to be a problem.

Rule number five: always expect the unexpected. Yet Beomgyu hadn’t accounted for this gorgeous, confounding variable of a man tonight.

The newcomer fixes them with a disapproving stare. "You got started without me," he pouts. "Almost two centuries under your belt, yet not an ounce of patience learned."

"This is Beomgyu," the man—Yeonjun—says, ignoring the admonition. "Isn't he pretty, Soobin-ah?"

"Beautiful," Soobin agrees. "Human."

"He likes it like that."

"Does he?" Soobin muses, arching an eyebrow in interest. "Lucky for us, then."

He turns to address Beomgyu, eyes sweeping across his frame. Taking him in properly at last. And then he smiles. “Pretty little fangbanger like you can handle it though, right?”

One minute in, and this man already has him pegged.

Oh, Beomgyu thinks stupidly. Mine.

If Yeonjun is sexy and playful, Soobin radiates a different intensity, something moody and a little nasty that simmers just under the surface.

Beomgyu wants him. Wants them both.

And this is the crux of it, really. The balancing act that’s nearly impossible to achieve. He wants to take, but he wants to be taken apart too, wants them to break him and put him back together again just because they can.

He looks between the two vampires, trying to reassess the rapidly changing situation. "So you're what, a package deal then?"

"We've been friends for a very long time," Yeonjun says. He doesn't offer any further explanation.

"What’s it going to be, Beomgyu?" Soobin lets the invitation hang in the air casually, but his grin is sharp, his tone heavy. God, he could probably manhandle Beomgyu with a crook of his finger. Beomgyu fights back a whimper.

"Give me your address," he says at last.

For just a moment, he has the upper hand here. The two vampires share a look, and then Yeonjun gives him the name of an intersection that he recognizes, not more than a ten minute walk away. Perfect. Tonight couldn't have gone any better if he'd tried, really.

It's Soobin who poses the question at last. "Why?"

Final rule: never let them catch you slipping.

Beomgyu tilts his head just so, fluttering his eyelashes once, twice, before licking his lips. Positioning himself just right for the kill.

"So I can get a five-minute head start."

He sees the moment the words land, the way Yeonjun looks down as he bites back a self-satisfied smirk. Told you I picked a good one, Beomgyu can practically hear him think. Good. He'll be extra good for Yeonjun tonight.

But Soobin's gaze darkens into something heavier, something gritty and a little sinister that sends a lick of heat straight down Beomgyu's spine. His eyes flash red, and he mouths a single word.

Run.

 

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Air.

Cold air crashes through his lungs, and now he’s heaving, heart thudding in his chest as his legs burn from the chase.

Beomgyu loves it. Loves the anticipation, the adrenaline racing through his system, propelling him forward into the unknown.

The cityscape flies by in a blur of muted yellows and reds; sleek skyscrapers tower menacingly above him. The rubber soles of his boots dig into cold, glittering cement, but he hardly notices his surroundings anymore. He’s on a runner’s high, predator and prey all at once, hunting, chasing, being chased—

“Caught you,” Soobin murmurs, and Beomgyu nearly screams.

In a blur of vampire super speed, he pulls Beomgyu against his chest and into an alleyway, crowding him up against the wall.

This is how people like you get themselves killed, a voice that sounds a lot like Kai warns him. Left for dead on an empty street corner, and for what?

But Soobin won’t hurt him. Beomgyu’s instincts are rarely wrong, and he feels it deep in his aching core. He’s safe here.

Soobin just holds him, and Beomgyu can do nothing but cling to him as he gasps for air, trying to catch his breath.

“Where’s Yeonjun?” he asks at last.

“He’ll catch up,” Soobin says vaguely. “Wanted to give us some time to get to know each other.”

“Did he?”

“He already got you all to himself,” Soobin says, unable to keep the petulance out of his tone. It’s surprisingly cute. “A pretty thing like you? Unfair. My turn.”

Beomgyu snorts, and the tension eases. “You know, for an immortal vampire, you sound a lot like a jealous teenager. Real sexy stuff.”

“I’ll show you sexy,” Soobin mumbles, and Beomgyu has just enough time to think oh no he’s a loser too before Soobin’s mouth is on his and he’s claiming Beomgyu’s lips with his own.

It’s urgent from the start. Soobin’s hand comes up to grip his jaw as he licks into Beomgyu’s mouth with the ease and precision of someone who’s done this for ages. He breaks away to press their foreheads together, and suddenly Beomgyu feels dizzy and out of breath all over again.

“Gorgeous,” Soobin murmurs. “So eager. Knew you would be.”

It’s embarrassing, really, how easily this guy can read him after spending all of five minutes together. For the first time tonight, he feels off balance. Time to regain control of the situation.

“What was that earlier?” he laughs. “You’ll show me sexy, huh?”

If vampires could blush, he’s sure Soobin’s cheeks would be on fire by now.

“You took me by surprise,” Soobin admits. “It won’t happen again.”

And just like that, his voice is back to the dark, lilting croon that could easily send men falling to their deaths. His fangs slip out, and he grins.

Beomgyu needs him, like, yesterday.

“Take me home,” he says, leaning back against the wall and twisting their fingers together. “Aren’t you thirsty?”

He sees the way Soobin’s eyes glaze over as they flick to the juncture of his glitter-flecked collarbone. He must be starving for it. This, Beomgyu can give him.

“Yeah,” Soobin agrees, his gaze darkening. “Let’s go home. I’m parched.”

 

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Beomgyu knows how this goes.

As soon as they arrive, Soobin will slam him against the wall and open up his wrist first, or maybe his neck. He’ll take what he needs, and Beomgyu will let him.

Yeonjun will join in, of course. He’ll drink until his mouth is dripping red around the edges, until Beomgyu’s begging for it, and then they’ll both fuck him nice and hard until he’s aching and spent.

As with all his hookups, he’ll leave before the light of dawn begins to creep in, blood still singing from the chemical high.

This is not what happens.

“Took you long enough,” Yeonjun complains when Soobin unlocks the door to a house on the end of a dark street, a few blocks off the main strip.

It’s spacious enough, all dark wood paneling and low light. A few slightly unsettling Gothic art pieces adorn the walls, but for the most part it looks like a normal house.

It’s certainly nothing like the pristine penthouses and overly stylized bachelor pads he’s grown accustomed to, but he’s never cared much for all the fake opulence anyway. Vampires are known for their expensive taste, their weakness for pretty things. But there’s a fine line between luxury and tackiness, and Beomgyu has seen enough of the latter to last a lifetime.

Yeonjun has changed out of his club attire, and is now stretched out on the couch in a white muscle tank and sweats, fiddling with the silver hoops in his ears. He follows Beomgyu’s gaze and smirks.

“What did you expect, a haunted mansion?” he teases. “Not exactly many of those around here.”

“Course not,” Beomgyu defends. He sinks into the opposite end of the couch, a respectable distance away. “Just wasn’t expecting it to feel so…lived in.”

“Finally convinced Soobin to upgrade from his bat cave,” Yeonjun says. “I was getting tired of hanging upside down anyway.”

Beomgyu just stares at him, nonplussed.

“That was his attempt at a vampire joke,” Soobin rolls his eyes, taking a seat on the armchair across from them. “I’m afraid the years haven’t sharpened his sense of humor.”

“How long have you guys known each other?”

“Maybe two-hundred years? Our sire turned us at the same time.” Soobin’s tone gives nothing away, but Beomgyu can tell by the way his lip curls up that there’s no love lost between him and the vampire who drained him of human life and resurrected him as a monster.

“Fuck, that was a bonding experience,” Yeonjun shakes his head. “First several years were hell. We figured it out eventually, though.”

We’ve been friends for a long time.

Maybe that’s what Yeonjun had meant. Two lost, stumbling souls, thirst-ravaged fledglings just trying to survive together in a world that was no longer built for them. Partners in crime, part-time lovers, long-time friends. Who really needs labels when you have eternity to fuck and fight and then fuck all over again?

“You don’t talk like you’re from the eighteen-hundreds.”

Yeonjun barks out a laugh. “What kind of vampires have you been hanging around, angel?”

Beomgyu shrugs. It’s far from his first foray into the supernatural, but most of his past vampire conquests were decades old, maybe a century at most. “Just saying.”

“Don’t worry, angel.” Yeonjun’s smile grows as he shifts his weight on the loveseat until they’re close enough to brush shoulders, his tone laced with the promise of a good time. “I know a thing or two about talking.”

Something in Beomgyu’s stomach flutters at that. He’s itching under his skin, aching for them to touch him. He wasn’t prepared to make more small talk tonight, though he finds he’s genuinely interested in what they have to say.

But perhaps it’s Yeonjun’s turn to drag this thing out. Besides, Beomgyu’s had enough cheap, desperate fucks to know how these nights usually go. They all have the same familiar cadence, the culmination of surface-level attraction between strangers just trying to get their rocks off. It’s worth the bite, but sometimes not much more.

Maybe it’s better this way. Anticipation, build-up, tension. Getting to know each other first. Seduction is an art form, after all. Beomgyu would know.

Yeonjun grins. “So, do you want a house tour?”

“Come off it, Yeonjun.” Soobin looks amused, legs spread as he watches them idly from his position on the armchair, sitting comfortable and pretty like it’s his throne. “You’ve toyed with him long enough, don’t you think?”

“Have I? I was just getting started.”

“He knows what he wants,” Soobin says.

Yeonjun’s grin turns wicked. “That right, angel? Gonna take what you want for real this time?”

Beomgyu’s nothing if not a fighter, and a deep hunger surges up inside him, spurring him into action. He clambers onto Yeonjun’s lap and guides their lips together. Yeonjun’s mouth is hot against his own, and when he traces his tongue against Beomgyu’s teeth, the resulting jolt of pleasure goes straight to his core.

It turns filthy, fast. Beomgyu runs a hand through Yeonjun’s hair and tugs, and then they’re making out sloppy and hard while rutting up against each other. His cock is so hard it hurts.

Yeonjun breaks away to mouth at his neck, and Beomgyu chances a glance over his shoulder. Soobin watches them, eyes dark with interest, but he doesn’t move.

He turns back to Yeonjun, who seems far too in control right now. That won’t do. Tonight, Beomgyu wants to ruin him for anyone else, wants to make him see red. He shoves his wrist up to Yeonjun’s kiss-swollen lips, parted and glossy with spit.

“Bite,” he orders. “Come on, I know you want to.”

Yeonjun’s eyes narrow, his expression dark. His gaze flicks back and forth between Beomgyu’s lips and his bared wrist, weighing his options.

And finally, he does.

The first touch of his fangs sends a spike of adrenaline through Beomgyu’s system, sharp and quick like a poison-tipped arrow. And then comes the relief, a wave of oxytocin-induced ecstasy washing over him, coursing through his veins.

An addict finally getting his fix.

Yeonjun comes up for air at last, panting heavily. “Come here,” he hisses, pulling Beomgyu down for another kiss. Their teeth clack together as Yeonjun’s tongue meets his own, and Beomgyu can taste his own blood.

“Soobin, fuck, get over here,” Yeonjun groans. “He tastes so fucking good.”

Beomgyu knew he wouldn’t be able to resist. That neither of them would, in the end.

Soobin rises from his chair and glides over to the couch, slotting himself seamlessly against Beomgyu’s other side, tracing a teasing finger down the slope of his neck as Yeonjun fucks his tongue into his mouth.

Beomgyu wants to lose himself right here, in between their push and pull.

“My turn,” Soobin says, tilting Beomgyu’s head towards him. His grip is firm, his motions swift and sure.

But this time, Beomgyu beats him to it. He brings Soobin into a ferocious kiss, making sure to put on a show so Yeonjun can see. He wonders if Soobin can still taste his blood from Yeonjun’s kisses on his tongue.

When Soobin spits into his mouth, he’s ready for it. He swallows obediently and feels satisfaction curl low in his gut when he sees the way Soobin’s eyes darken.

Beomgyu turns back to Yeonjun and kisses him again, letting Yeonjun’s tongue curl against his own, letting a hand thread through his hair until he’s arching into it, one hand against Yeonjun’s chest.

“So fucking hot,” Yeonjun mutters under his breath as he dives back in for another kiss, and then another.

They break apart at last, and Beomgyu turns his head back to the other side of the couch slowly and deliberately, where Soobin is waiting for him. He’s testing the waters, seeing how far he can push, how long it’ll take for Soobin to crack.

“You’re nasty,” Soobin hisses. “God, I knew you’d be good for it.”

Beomgyu just smiles at him, unfazed. “Bite me.”

Honestly, he’s surprised that Soobin lasted this long. He’s never met a vampire this restrained, but at last Soobin’s instincts get the better of him, and he sinks his teeth into the flesh of Beomgyu’s wrist.

“Fuck,” Beomgyu groans, losing himself in the sensation, surrendering to the bliss.

For a moment, he thinks they’re going to feed at the same time, but Yeonjun has other ideas. Whatever previously held patience he was clinging to is no more. He’s antsy now, just like Beomgyu, eager to get this show on the road.

Yeonjun tugs down the zipper of Beomgyu’s jeans and frees his cock from underneath the fabric. His shirt comes off too, tossed to the side without a second thought. The cold air prickles at his skin, rendering him hypersensitive, aching for the warmth of a mouth on him.

“Shit,” Yeonjun swears, sinking to his knees in between Beomgyu’s legs. He laves at the crown of Beomgyu’s cock for a minute, gently teasing, tonguing at the slit while Beomgyu gasps underneath him. “Fuck, might let you top me with a cock like that, angel.”

And—yeah. He hadn’t gone into tonight expecting that particular scenario, but the idea of being inside of Yeonjun while Soobin is inside of him sounds too good to pass up. Besides, Yeonjun can handle it. Can handle him.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” he says, but Yeonjun just grins.

“I’ll show you a good time,” he teases back, and then he’s swallowing Beomgyu all the way down at the same time that Soobin’s teeth meet his wrist again.

“Fuck,” Beomgyu groans, his free hand coming to the back of Yeonjun’s neck to guide him into place.

Soobin cuts himself off, mouth stained red. “You were made for this,” he whispers, shaking his head in awe. “Made to be used.”

Use me, use me. He prefers it that way. He's always found a perverse sort of pleasure in knowing that even as he lets himself get passed around like this, he’s still in control.

“Yeonjun’s doing such a good job sucking your pretty cock,” Soobin continues. “Aren’t you going to say thank you?”

“Thank you,” Beomgyu says obediently. “Fuck, feels so good.”

Yeonjun, spurred on by his praise, drags his tongue just right against the length of Beomgyu’s cock while Soobin licks over the bite wound on his wrist.

“Oh fuck,” Beomgyu cries. “Don’t stop, please, you can’t—”

“That’s right,” Soobin snarls. “You talk such a big game, but you’ll open your legs for anyone who’ll give you a bite.”

Beomgyu lets the words wash over him, pressing into his skin like the sweetest kiss.

Yes, he thinks. Keep talking. Keep going.

Soobin twists his face towards him. “Answer me.”

“Yes,” Beomgyu keens, reaching up for a kiss. “I’ll do anything.”

“Switch,” Soobin orders. Yeonjun pulls off, returning to his original position on the couch next to Beomgyu.

“You’re going to cum for us just like this,” Soobin says, and then he’s falling to his knees and replacing Yeonjun’s mouth with his own.

“Oh my god,” Beomgyu chokes, voice rough with sex.

God, he must look obscene right now. Naked on the couch with the two of them still fully clothed, sharing his cock, sharing his blood.

He’s the space in between, but he doesn’t feel like a means to an end, like he’s a pawn in whatever game the two of them are playing. If anything, he feels like he’s amplifying the electricity simmering in the room between them.

Belatedly, he realizes that the two of them haven’t even kissed.

Soobin’s pace speeds up, and Beomgyu feels himself hurtling closer and closer to the finish line.

“You’re insane,” Yeonjun murmurs, in between open-mouthed kisses that turn his insides into liquid gold. “Perfect for us, just like this.”

“You’re perfect too,” Beomgyu whispers, allowing himself a moment of softness. And really, Yeonjun is. He’s never had a lay this hot, this attentive to his needs. They fit together, just like he and Soobin do. Three unexpected pieces of a newly-formed puzzle. He’ll think about what it all means later.

Yeonjun smiles at that. “Doing so good, angel,” he praises. “Perfect little fangbanger, fuck, you’re gonna cum so pretty for us.”

“Fuck, please,” Beomgyu moans, letting tears prick at his eyes. He might be unraveling underneath them, but he knows how to cry pretty to get what he wants.

Yeonjun swipes a teardrop off his eyelid and brings a finger to his lips, licking it off without breaking eye contact. Before Beomgyu can react to that, he dives back in for another dose of blood, gently piercing Beomgyu’s neck this time, burying his mouth into the slope of his shoulder.

“Too much,” Soobin pulls off to warn him, but Beomgyu shakes his head.

“Please, I can take it,” he sobs. Soobin’s mouth is so hot, so good, Yeonjun’s bite a shot of adrenaline zinging through his system. He’s so close, needs them to push him over the edge just a little more, needs them to take him with nothing but their mouths.

Soobin swallows around him, fluttering his eyelashes up innocently even as he’s verging on choking.

And maybe that’s what does it. Beomgyu comes hard in between them, Yeonjun’s teeth at his neck, Soobin’s lips on his cock. The perfect combination of physical bliss and a chemical high.

“Oh my god,” he whispers, thighs still shaking from the full-body orgasm. He watches his cum pool on Soobin’s tongue and feels his spent cock twitch one more time at the sight.

“Come here baby,” Soobin murmurs, and it takes Beomgyu a moment to realize that Soobin isn’t talking to him.

Yeonjun crouches next to him, lips tinged crimson red, and Soobin fits their mouths together and pushes his tongue inside, blood and spit and cum mixing together in one nasty go.

It’s fucking obscene. And over his cum. Beomgyu’s never felt so powerful in his life.

He moves to join them, but suddenly every limb in his body feels heavy, and his vision goes spotty around the edges.

“I—” he starts, trailing off.

A glimmer of a thought begins to take shape in his mind, but whatever he’d been about to say slips out of his grasp before he can touch it. His head pulses sharply, and he watches as the world begins to fade out from under him.

“Beomgyu,” Soobin says, voice close, suddenly urgent. “Are you okay?”

Beomgyu closes his eyes and finally surrenders to the darkness.

 

---

 

“Told you it was too much for him.”

The faint hum of voices rouses him from his dreamless sleep, and he groggily blinks his eyes open, squinting through the glare of harsh morning light.

The conversation cuts off abruptly. A door shuts somewhere nearby, and then he feels the mattress dip with the warmth of another presence rejoining him.

“Hey angel,” Yeonjun murmurs. “How’re you feeling?”

Beomgyu slowly lets his eyes adjust to his surroundings.

They’re in a real bed now, tangled together in cool satin sheets. Yeonjun is curled up beside him, head against the pillow as he meets Beomgyu’s gaze. He twists the obsidian ring on his middle finger absentmindedly, his shield against the burn of daylight.

“What time is it?” Beomgyu croaks.

“Past my bedtime,” Yeonjun says, a ghost of a smile on his lips. He holds a glass of water to Beomgyu’s mouth. “You gave us both a scare.”

Beomgyu usually prides himself on knowing his limits, but it’s just one more thing on the list of anomalies from the last several hours. He takes a tentative sip of water. “Never had that happen before.”

“Thought you said you’d done this before.”

“Course I have. Just never two at once.”

Yeonjun shakes his head in disbelief. “Jesus, you could’ve led with that. Never would’ve pushed you that hard if I’d known.”

“I wanted it.”

Yeonjun smiles at that. He looks pretty in the morning light, as if Beomgyu needed the reminder. “You really did,” he admits. “God, the guys at vamp clubs are such painsluts.”

“Not a painslut,” Beomgyu mumbles. “Feels nice when the bite kicks in.”

“Yeah, you’re a proper addict,” Soobin says wryly. Beomgyu raises his head to see him standing in the doorway, holding a tray of what looks like kimchi jjigae. “Thought you could use a real meal.”

“You made me breakfast in bed,” Beomgyu says slowly. “Do you even eat real food?”

“Went to the grocery store this morning,” Soobin says. “Been a while since I’ve been in one of those. You were out for quite a while, if you hadn’t realized.”

“We didn’t even fuck.”

“You kind of passed out on us before we had the chance,” Yeonjun reminds him.

Right. That.

In the harsh reality of the morning after, he feels off kilter again, completely out of control and unsure how to proceed. God, Kai’s probably sending out a search party for him right at this very moment.

“Thank you,” he says when Soobin places the tray on his lap, because what else are you supposed to do when your vampire hookup makes you breakfast in bed?

“Eat well,” Yeonjun tells him. “Gotta get your energy up for later.”

Beomgyu squints at him in confusion. “What’s later?”

Yeonjun grins at that, and this time there’s something deadly in his gaze.

“Oh come on angel,” he laughs. “Did you really think we were going to let you leave that easily?”

Beomgyu swallows hard and says nothing.

He eats his kimchi jjigae, and when he starts to feel like a functioning human being again, decides that a shower is in his best interest. He lets the warm water wash over him as he runs shampoo through his hair, trying to make sense of the past twelve hours.

He’s never cared much for the morning after. Always prefers to leave before the fun of the previous night inevitably gets ruined by the realization that they’re virtual strangers with nothing but surface-level attraction in common.

Yet here he is in a strange house with two immortal vampires on the other side of the door, deciding to stay.

Soobin and Yeonjun are…whatever they are. He’s still trying to figure that one out. But there’s nothing hard to figure out about his interest in them. That one’s easy.

The shower door slides open, rousing him from his thoughts.

“Hey baby,” Soobin murmurs. “Can I join you?”

Less than twenty-four hours, and they’re already playing house. The perfect picture of domesticity. Beomgyu fights back a disbelieving laugh.

Soobin seems to take his silence as a yes, because he slips in behind Beomgyu and begins to soap him up until he smells like mandarin and sandalwood and whatever else is in the body wash tucked into the shower shelf next to the shampoo. His fingers dig into Beomgyu’s back, and Beomgyu’s breath hitches involuntarily. Soobin smiles against his shoulder.

“Good, right?”

“Yeah,” Beomgyu whispers, not trusting himself to say much more.

Spinning him around, Soobin nuzzles into his neck as he sucks kisses up and down Beomgyu’s throat. Beomgyu gasps in pleasure, willing himself to stay in control.

It’s easy to want Yeonjun. His attractiveness is a fact of life, something deliciously raw and immediately obvious that makes it impossible to look away. But with Soobin, it’s like a switch flips in his brain that causes him to instantly crumble every time they get too close. It’s chemical, something instinctive and dangerously addictive.

He needs both of them. Needs Soobin to take him apart and Yeonjun to put him back together again.

Soobin licks into his mouth now, languid and practiced, and Beomgyu practically melts in his arms.

The shower door is foggy with condensation, the water scalding against his back. Within the confines of this tiny shared space with Soobin’s lips against his, the rest of the world fades away, and Beomgyu lets it happen.

Soobin breaks away, swallowing hard. “Give me your arm.”

“Oh?”

“Just a little bit,” Soobin says. “I had plenty last night, but I know how much you like it.”

“Enabler.”

Soobin laughs at that. “For you,” he agrees, and then he sinks his teeth gently into Beomgyu’s wrist, and Beomgyu’s floating in the clouds once more. He feels his cock stir in interest as the chemicals flood his veins, some pumped up concoction of oxytocin and more than a little adrenaline.

“Fuck, that’s good,” he sighs. God, maybe he really is an addict.

“That’s enough,” Soobin says, wiping his mouth. “Can’t have you passing out on us again.”

Beomgyu watches as the last traces of red liquid disappear down the drain. “You’re taking such good care of me,” he mumbles. “What happened to the guy who chased me down last night?”

“What happened to the guy who was so in control last night?” Soobin counters, a smirk playing at his lips.

His grip tightens around Beomgyu’s wrist, and suddenly Beomgyu feels like a piece of prey getting lulled into a false sense of security before the final kill. He’s the mouse and Soobin is the cat, batting him in between his paws just because it’s that much more fun to watch him squirm.

“Don’t worry,” Soobin says, a slow grin sliding across his face. His fangs slip back out, just to tease. “I’m not done with you just yet.”

“Are you two almost done in there?” Yeonjun calls from the other side of the door.

“Be out soon,” Soobin calls back. He taps Beomgyu’s ass. “Did you clean?”

“Of course. Not stupid, you know.”

“So defensive,” Soobin laughs, squeezing it once, twice, three times. “Just a question, baby.”

Beomgyu huffs. Yet another reminder to keep a handle on his emotions if he wants to retain any sense of control today.

As soon as they’re out of the shower and toweled off, he backs Soobin up against the bathroom door and pulls him down once more in a ravenous kiss. Soobin is immediately responsive, gathering him into his arms and deepening it until he’s gasping for air, until he can barely breathe.

Fuck. It’s too good, and they both know it.

Beomgyu lets it happen, but he breaks away before it can get too out of hand. “Guess I won’t be needing my clothes for a while,” he says, fluttering his eyelashes. They’re both fully naked, towels long since abandoned on the floor.

Soobin’s eyes have gone dark once more. He’s on the verge of caving, Beomgyu knows.

“You won’t be,” he agrees. A promise.

Outside, he can hear Yeonjun clearing his throat.

Soobin scoffs. “Don’t mind him. He’s just jealous.”

“Jealous that you get to have me all to yourself?” At Soobin’s nod, Beomgyu grins. “What if I don’t want that? What if I like being shared?”

Soobin bites down on his lower lip. “Want us to pass you around that badly?” he murmurs.

“You know I’m good for it.”

“I don’t think you want me to tell you that you’re good,” Soobin returns. “Think you want something else from me instead.”

His gaze is practically molten now. “That’s Yeonjun’s job, isn’t it?” he continues. “You gonna give it to him nice and hard, baby? Bet he’ll let you.”

“Shit,” Beomgyu hisses, and then his hand is on the door and they’re tumbling back into the bedroom, clawing at each other desperately.

“Fucking finally,” Yeonjun growls.

Beomgyu breaks away from Soobin and falls into Yeonjun’s arms. They crash down onto the bed as he arches up for a kiss. Yeonjun flips him over in an instant display of vampire super speed, but he doesn’t give Beomgyu what he wants right away.

“Ask nicely.”

Beomgyu flutters his eyelashes prettily, doing his best to convince him without words. “I don’t beg.”

Yeonjun snorts. “That’s not what I recall from last night.”

Beomgyu thinks back to their stint on the couch last night and blushes. Yeonjun isn't wrong, but he doesn’t realize just how much of an ego trip it gives Beomgyu, knowing that he’s the one begging but it’s his partner who’s losing their mind over it. God, men are so easy. In any case, he knows better than to show his cards too early.

“Don’t kiss me then,” he says. “Heard you want to get fucked instead.”

Yeonjun’s eyes narrow to slits as he sizes up Beomgyu’s bluff. Beomgyu realizes how obscene they must look, Yeonjun still fully clothed on top of his naked body. That won’t do.

“Off,” he motions, but Soobin is already there. He shucks off Yeonjun’s shirt and tugs his sweats down until they’re skin on skin. Yeonjun lowers himself back down on top of Beomgyu, mouth hovering over Beomgyu’s own, not letting himself give in just yet.

“You’re a lot of talk,” he hisses. “Let’s see if you can put your money where your mouth is.” And then they’re kissing furiously, Yeonjun pressing him down into the mattress until he’s not sure where his body ends and the bed begins.

Soobin lets them have it for a minute, but soon enough Beomgyu opens his eyes to see him circling a lubed finger at Yeonjun’s entrance. Yeonjun gasps at the intrusion, but soon enough his body relaxes as Soobin preps him, first with one finger, and then two.

Beomgyu kisses him through it. Their mouths melt together, and Beomgyu marvels at how easily they fit together, how far it feels like they’ve come since meeting in a dark club less than twelve hours ago. Last night already feels like a distant memory, replaced with the immediacy of the present moment, Yeonjun’s tongue against his own.

For someone with two fingers inside him, Yeonjun has remained relatively composed. But then Soobin replaces his fingers with his tongue, and Yeonjun collapses, his face buried into Beomgyu’s neck.

“Oh my god,” he whines. “Please, Bin.”

Soobin gives it to him, fucks his tongue against his hole until Yeonjun is shaking in between them.

“That’s enough,” Soobin says, pulling off. “You’re nice and loose for Beomgyu now.”

“I want to see you guys kiss,” Beomgyu interrupts. “For real, this time.”

Soobin smiles at that. “Come here baby,” he says, twisting Yeonjun around for a filthy kiss. Beomgyu sits up so he can get a proper look at the action, the way Soobin’s hand comes to rest on Yeonjun’s neck, the way he can see their tongues slip inside each other’s mouths.

There’s a raw physicality to the way they kiss. It’s all power and precision, centuries of learned familiarity, but calling it romantic would be a mistake. But then he watches as Soobin’s gaze softens when they break apart for air.

“Baby,” he murmurs, tracing a finger across Yeonjun’s parted lips. Yeonjun kisses him again, and Beomgyu doesn’t miss the look of utter trust in his expression.

Whatever they are to each other–friends, lovers, everything and nothing all at once–it can’t be confined to a simple label. It defies boundaries, a level of comfort and companionship that can only be cultivated over a lifetime. Many lifetimes, perhaps.

Beomgyu understands this, just as he understands that today, this wouldn't be happening without him.

They untangle themselves from each other, and Yeonjun catches Beomgyu’s gaze before he can look away.

“Fucking voyeur.”

Beomgyu shrugs, not denying it.

“Your turn,” Soobin tells him. “Come here, baby.”

Beomgyu goes willingly, the three of them kneeling together on the bed with him in the middle. He lets Soobin tweak his nipples and press kisses down his neck until his cock is throbbing so hard it’s painful.

He catches sight of himself in the mirror as Yeonjun presses the first lubed up finger inside him. His cheeks are flushed, his hair mussed, lips glossy and kiss-bitten.

He looks wrecked, completely fucked out. He looks–

“Beautiful,” Soobin tells him.

Beomgyu smiles, unable to hide his satisfaction.

“You little fucking narcissist,” Yeonjun laughs, kissing the spot behind his ear and sliding another finger in.

Beomgyu’s breath hitches. “Am not,” he argues back, but it sounds weak even to his own ears.

“No?” Yeonjun taunts. “You can’t even look away from yourself.” He curls his fingers up, massaging Beomgyu’s prostate. Beomgyu keens, unable to get another word out. Soobin’s hand comes to wrap around his cock, stroking gently. It’s enough to relieve the tension, but not enough to be considered anything other than edging.

“So fucking pretty,” Yeonjun compliments. “Pretty enough to get away with it.”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” Beomgyu lies as Yeonjun adds another lubed up finger, sliding three in and out with ease.

“The human wants us to worship him like a god,” Soobin says. He looks pleased with himself, like he’s figured out this whole thing all on his own. Beomgyu says nothing, refusing to give him the satisfaction of being right.

“Is that right?” Yeonjun drawls, clearly amused. “Why don’t you show me what your cock can do then, angel?”

Finally. Enough with the talking. Beomgyu’s not used to being read like an open book left out on someone’s counter, and he doesn’t like it. He’d rather let his body do the talking instead.

“Condoms?” he asks. As tempting as it is to go without, he’s not stupid. He wouldn’t be where he is today without some inkling of self-preservation left.

“On it,” Soobin says. He can’t be gone for more than a second, vampire super speed taking him to the bathroom and back in the blink of an eye.

“God, that’s unfair.”

“Vampire life has its perks,” Yeonjun agrees. “How do you want me?”

Beomgyu doesn’t even have to think about it. “Hands and knees.”

He takes the condom from Soobin’s outstretched hand, lubes himself up, and slides home.

“Fuck yes,” Yeonjun moans. Beomgyu fucks in hard, quickly building up a pace. He wants to make Yeonjun weak for him, wants to ruin him for any other human.

Beomgyu drives into him, chasing his own release. Yeonjun looks gorgeous like this, on his hands and knees for Beomgyu like he belongs there. For a moment, Beomgyu lets himself get possessive, transfixed by the sight in front of him.

He’s the only one who can make Yeonjun feel this way, the only one who gets to fuck him like this. Yeonjun might be the immortal, but only Beomgyu can make a mess of him, not even—

Soobin’s cock prods at his entrance from behind, and he gasps. Soobin takes his time pressing inside him, easing in, stretching him out. It burns so good. Soobin bottoms out, thrusting experimentally, and Beomgyu’s vision nearly whites out.

It’s so much stimulation. Soobin filling him up, Yeonjun’s hole clamped tight around him.

“Oh my god,” he whines.

“One isn’t enough for him,,” Yeonjun rasps. “Greedy thing. Need both of us to keep you satisfied, isn’t that right?”

Beomgyu nods mindlessly, chanting yes yes yes. His thighs shake; his cheeks are wet with tears.

He feels beautiful like this. Pretty and powerful, like he could make them crumble with nothing but a wanton look if he wanted to. He’s the conduit channeling the energy in the room, the lifeblood, the connecting force binding them all together.

Soobin fucks in again, and something just…clicks. Sandwiched between the two of them, Beomgyu feels whole.

Soobin’s rhythm turns faster, and it’s everything Beomgyu can do to steady himself. He spreads Yeonjun’s asscheeks apart, watching his cock disappear inside Yeonjun’s tight hole. Soobin is basically fucking Yeonjun through him, and the thought of that might make him cum right then and there.

Yeonjun is close; Beomgyu can feel it by the way his hole flutters around him, clenching around his cock.

“Come on,” he orders, slipping a hand around Yeonjun’s cock to jerk him off in time to his thrusts. “Cum for me, fuck.” I’m the only one who can ruin you like this, the only one–

“Yes,” Yeonjun moans. It only takes a few more thrusts before Beomgyu feels him shudder, feels the wetness pool in his hand as he shakes through his orgasm.

“Did so well for us baby,” Soobin tells him, slowing down so Beomgyu can pull out and tie off the condom. Yeonjun collapses onto the bed and turns around to watch them. He looks beautiful like this, dark hair matted, sweat lining the dip of his collarbone.

“Fuck, that was good,” he breathes.

Soobin pulls Beomgyu back up until he’s kneeling flush against his chest. He brings Beomgyu’s fingers to his lips and sucks Yeonjun’s cum off them slowly, hollowing his mouth out, savoring every drop.

“Fucking tease,” Yeonjun laughs. “Come on, give me a real show.”

Soobin’s still inside him. He hasn’t moved an inch, just keeping Beomgyu on his cock until he decides what to do with him. Beomgyu clenches around him, drawing him further inside, daring him to move.

“Head down,” Soobin snarls, pushing him down on the bed until his ass is up and his face is buried in a pillow. “You’ll take what I give you.”

He snaps his hips up, and Beomgyu wails. Soobin’s being rough now because he can, because he knows Beomgyu wants it. He drills into Beomgyu with unrelenting focus, hands pressing so tightly into his hips that Beomgyu thinks they might bruise.

Good. He’ll have a souvenir to remember them by.

“Pretty thing,” Yeonjun praises. “Knew you’d look good getting fucked like this, right angel?”

Beomgyu nods, eyelashes clumped with tears.

“Knew you’d be loose,” Soobin spits. “Cum untouched, or don’t cum at all. Should be easy for someone like you.”

“Please,” Beomgyu slurs. He’s so close to the edge, feels the familiar tightening curl low in his gut. Soobin’s pace turns punishing, his cock pounding into Beomgyu’s prostate until he’s seeing stars.

Yeonjun tugs him up by his hair. Beomgyu’s sure he must look a wreck, tears streaked all over his face. “Show me how pretty you look when you cum,” he murmurs, and that’s all it takes. Two more thrusts and Beomgyu’s sobbing as he cums all over himself, looking straight into Yeonjun’s eyes as he does. Crying pretty for them like he knows they want him to.

A hand reaches down to swipe at the pool of cum on his thighs. It’s Yeonjun. He hears the parting of lips, and then the sound of kissing. Yeonjun must be feeding Soobin his cum.

Nasty. Beomgyu loves it.

It must set Soobin over the edge, because he cums not a minute later, hips stilling as he fills the condom. Beomgyu almost wishes they had forgone protection, if only to feel the way Soobin would look at him knowing that his cum was still dripping out of him.

Soobin bites into his shoulder as he cums and Beomgyu feels the prick of blood being drawn, Soobin’s tongue flicking out to soothe the sting.

Yeonjun swears under his breath and grabs his wrist, taking a quick drink to sate himself. Beomgyu lets himself be used like this, two mouths on him, getting the bites he deserves. He’s still stuffed full with cock. If he hadn’t just cum, he might have gotten hard again from the thought alone.

“What the fuck,” Soobin pants, his composure slipping at last as he pulls out. Beomgyu realizes belatedly that it’s the first time he’s ever heard Soobin swear.

“Think we’ll keep you a while longer,” Yeonjun shakes his head in disbelief. “God angel, you’re unreal. Fucked me so well.”

Beomgyu doesn’t usually come back for seconds, but nothing about the last several hours has been normal.

Soobin disposes of the condoms and fetches some washcloths from the bathroom to clean them off. He joins them back on the bed at last, curling up against Beomgyu’s other side, and Beomgyu lets himself be cuddled after sex for the first time in a long time.

“We’ve never done that,” Soobin says eventually, once the silence has worn out.

Beomgyu snorts. “You’ve never had a threesome?”

He can practically feel Soobin’s eyes roll to the back of his head. “Of course we have,” he says. “But it’s–sometimes we’re not like that. We’ve known each other for so long. We’ll always love each other. But most of the time, it never feels complete with just the two of us.”

“What he’s trying to say is that we’ve never fucked like that,” Yeonjun interrupts. “Not until you.”

Soobin wrinkles his nose. “Don’t be crass.”

“I’m not the one who wanted to cum-swap,” Yeonjun retorts. “God, you're nasty.”

A part of Beomgyu feels like he doesn’t need to know, but curiosity wins out. “Can I ask what you are to each other?”

Yeonjun looks amused at the question. “We’re immortal vampires,” he says. “Does it really matter?”

And Beomgyu understands.

They are two disparate ends of thread, separate but forever connected, and he’s the knot tying them together.

“So I’m the first human to make you feel this way?” he says instead, testing the words out loud. He preens at the compliment.

“Of course you’d get off on that,” Soobin snorts. “You’re a walking ego trip, baby.”

“What you are,” Yeonjun says, “is a fucking menace to society.”

“I’m not hearing either of you deny it.”

“It’s your blood,” Yeonjun says wistfully. “You ruined me for anyone else, angel.”

“Wonder how he’d taste as a vampire,” Soobin muses.

Beomgyu’s eyebrows shoot up. Now there’s a thought. Not one he’s ever seriously entertained, but still. A thought.

“Do vampires share each other’s blood?” he asks. He knows it’s possible, but from what he’s heard, it’s a rather intimate process, reserved mostly for lovers or those in need of healing.

“You have no idea,” Yeonjun smirks. “God, if you ever decide to turn, you’re in for a whole new world.”

“Does it feel good? You know, during…” he trails off, suddenly not wanting to say it.

“During sex?” A smile tugs on Soobin’s lips, like he finds Beomgyu’s sudden shyness amusing.

Yeonjun’s smirk widens, and he presses a teasing kiss, and then another, to Beomgyu’s lips. “Oh angel,” he says. “It feels even better.”

---

Beomgyu lounges on his couch. He’s freshly showered now, and back at his own apartment. Finally, he has time to answer the barrage of unread messages from Kai, something he should’ve done hours ago.

huening angel [1:24am]
are you home safe?

huening angel [1:40am]
hello???
im worried about u
text me when u wake up i guess

huening angel [10:32am]
please answer your texts i'm rly worried
i swear to god if you actually got murdered im going to kill you

huening angel [12:20pm]
BEOMGYU FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

beomgyu [1:05pm]
sorry baby didn't mean to scare you, i'm alive
home safe and doing well, i promise

huening angel [1:06pm]
oh thank god
never scare me like that again
where the hell were you??
don't tell me you hooked up with another vampire

beomgyu [1:07pm]
not just one…

huening angel [1:08pm]
you can’t be serious

beomgyu [1:10pm]
:D

huening angel [1:10pm]
oh my god you are

beomgyu [1:11pm]
soobin and yeonjun are very nice
they like good boys like you
you'd like them a lot
maybe i’ll introduce you sometime

huening angel [1:14pm]
you're the most insane person i know

Beomgyu exits out of the chat and smiles to himself. He’ll take that as a compliment.

A text from the number he just saved pings on his phone.

yeonjun [1:16pm]
*location pin*
there’s a new club i’ve been wanting to check out
same time next week, angel?

Beomgyu shivers, already imagining what his next bite will feel like. He’s sated for now, but he knows the ache for his next fix will settle into his bones before long.

Another text from Soobin illuminates his screen in their private chat:

soobin [1:17pm]
I know he’s texting you right now.
Don’t forget - next weekend you’re mine.

A bolt of heat flashes down his spine, and his smile grows and grows until he’s grinning maniacally up at the ceiling, cheeks numb from stretching so wide.

Yeah, this arrangement is going to work out just fine.

Beomgyu belongs to no one but himself, but he decides that it can’t hurt to belong to the two of them for a little while too.

Notes:

if beomgyu is insane then so am i because i wrote him this way

anyways soobin my sexy loser vampire bf <3 and beomjun absolute lomls! chasing scene inspired by the omegaverse because i'm mentally unhinged and couldn't resist.

in other news, the kpop to f1 pipeline is embarassingly real lol, so if you're subscribed to me then you'll likely get an email notif for an f1 story i'm posting pretty soon. if you also inhabit both worlds, i hope you'll check it out, but if not, then don't worry i'll be back with more txt content very soon :)

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