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Right as Hanbin finishes running, he should have realized it wasn't enough.

It’s never enough, because he can never outrun Gyuvin. He’s tried—maybe over twenty different times at this point? But every chase ends the same. Hanbin’s cornered and left with his metaphorical tail between his legs while Gyuvin’s looking down at him with an annoyingly stupid smugness.

A smugness that he wishes he could slap off him. However, Hanbin is far too scared for that. Gyuvin makes his blood run cold and every inch of his body sweat. He hasn’t ever said it explicitly, but he can tell that Gyuvin’s aware. It’s probably why he enjoys chasing him so much.

“You really are such a pathetic hunter, you know.” Gyuvin’s voice slashes through the silence, sending explosions of fear downpouring over Hanbin’s entire body.

His head snaps towards Gyuvin after he giggles, carefully stepping out of the shadows with a deviously chilling smirk. Smug as always, gorgeous as always. He seems to shimmer in the moonlight which streams through the treetops.

Hanbin’s stomach drops. He’s fated to constantly fall into these situations. He’s destined to always fall right into Gyuvin’s deathly-cold hands. No matter how hard he tries to fight it—which, admittedly isn’t that hard—they always end up at the same place.

“I’d take you a lot more seriously if you didn’t shake so much,” Gyuvin glances down at Hanbin’s hand, which tightens around the dagger in his grasp.

“I don’t need you to take me seriously,” Hanbin says, trying to calm down with a deep breath. “Let your guard down, then.”

Gyuvin inches closer to him. Hanbin can smell the faint traces of pine and hazelnut, smells of the forest which burns his nose every time Gyuvin shows up. It’s somewhat earthy, but in a way that feels expensive and rich. It’s an infuriating smell, one that he can never quite get away from.

Hanbin honestly thinks Gyuvin stalks him when he’s at home. It’s the only explanation as to why he always smells him around. It’s annoying for a million different reasons, but the main one is that he likes it. He enjoys the way Gyuvin’s presence wafts through his life in the smallest ways, which pisses him off.

“My guard has been lowered since the way we met, Binnie. I really don’t see why you still try to pretend like this is some sort of… fight.” Gyuvin crosses his arms and rolls his eyes. “You’ll come to your senses eventually and realize how dramatic you’re being. You’ll realize you can never win against me.”

Hanbin’s fingers squeeze against the hilt of his dagger as he clenches his jaw. “I don’t need to beat you. I only need to outsmart you, which we both know isn’t that hard.”

Hanbin’s bluffing because that’s all he knows how to do.

Gyuvin is painfully right—he’s stronger, faster, and far more intimidating than Hanbin ever could be. Even on a good day, Hanbin isn’t sure he would be able to focus enough just to think of a half-baked plan to outsmart him. All he has is his mouth, and even then he isn’t quite sure that’s enough.

“Hmm, do we know?” Gyuvin smiles, taking a step closer. Suddenly, he’s standing directly in front of Hanbin. His eyes sparkle in the moonlight. He looks untouchable—the perfect form of beauty and grace. Hanbin knows how deceiving that is, because Gyuvin has neither.

Hanbin’s breath catches in his throat as Gyuvin lifts his hand, causing him to flinch.

Gyuvin chuckles, slowly bringing his hand up to Hanbin’s face. “Don’t act so scared. It’s cute, but I’m starting to think you’re scared of me.”

Gyuvin’s hand delicately traces a line down Hanbin’s jaw. Every inch of his skin tingles from the contact, waves of vibration echoing like a ripple in water. Gyuvin’s smile widens impossibly so—fangs on full display. His bottom lip juts out even further underneath them, and Gyuvin’s tongue swipes along it with a hum.

Hanbin can’t believe he’s gotten trapped underneath him again. Well, he can believe it but he still is disappointed in himself.

He’s fallen face-first into the lion’s den of Gyuvin’s domain without even a second thought despite all the fear he’s been harboring for months. Now, that fear is keeping him trapped in place while Gyuvin stares at him with a burning, insatiable hunger in his eyes.

“I think you like getting caught,” Gyuvin says, finger nail scraping along his chin. “I think you like my attention, hunter.”

Hanbin swallows hard. At the same time, his stomach seems to flip and turn and drop all the same, the entire mood shifting to something suffocating.

He doesn’t quite understand what Gyuvin means by that because under no circumstances does he enjoy being a failure. Gyuvin is right about almost everything because Hanbin really is a pathetic hunter. It’s not even what he wants to do with his life, but here he is. Chasing vampires and then getting caught. Simply pathetic.

“I don’t,” Hanbin tries, but his voice cracks. He isn’t sure if he’s about to cry, but his entire body has that feeling that he might. That feeling he gets when he’s about to cry.

Gyuvin frowns, cupping Hanbin’s cheek. “You don’t have to lie. Do you think I’m upset? I mean, I’d love it if you put in some effort when you run, but I think it’s cuter when you’re stupid. When you stand there and shake.

It’s cute. It’s… it’s almost like you’re scared of me.”

Hanbin honestly is pretty scared of him but it’s not like it’s anything personal. Gyuvin as a person is unknown honestly, the problem is that he’s a vampire. Hanbin can’t objectively hold any other feeling but fear because there is nothing scarier than a vampire. At least to him. His family has been fighting them for decades.

If only he acted like it, though. Instead, he’s bumping into Gyuvin every single night like an idiot just because of a stupid family legacy that he doesn’t even want to uphold.

Hanbin actually whimpers because he’s embarrassed and this is one of his worst nightmares coming to life. Each time they meet like this, Gyuvin gets closer and closer. He gets daring each and every time. Now, his freezing-cold fingertips burn against his skin.

Hanbin doesn’t know much about Gyuvin outside of rumors, but he does know that he’s a fledgling vampire. That makes him a little less scary, but Hanbin doesn’t really categorize them any differently. He’s still a vampire, nonetheless.

It does mean that he isn’t as ruthless and bloodthirsty yet. Hanbin’s never met a real, full-fledged vampire so he doesn’t really have anything to compare him to. He only has stories from his town and family. Stories from his father of the friends he’s lost to vampires. But that’s all they are—stories.

It’s so much more terrifying in person.

Gyuvin takes enjoyment out of all this, though. He always does.

“You don’t need to be scared,” he sings like a swan. “Don’t be scared of me, Hanbinnie.”

It’s embarrassing how much Hanbin wants to believe him.

He almost wants to drop his dagger and cry and beg for his life. Then, voices of his father yelling at him echo throughout his head. If he wanted an insta-pass to get disowned, he wouldn’t have put all this effort in the first place.

“You’re not scary,” Hanbin lies, biting the inside of his cheek.

He tries to move his arms, but he can’t seem to find the energy. He then notices just how exhausted he feels all of a sudden. Did he forget to eat a snack before he came out hunting again?

Gyuvin’s other hand cups his other cheek. He squeezes Hanbin’s cheeks together and giggles. Hanbin can’t believe he’s letting himself get played with like this. He tries to tell himself it’s to help get Gyuvin’s guard down, but he can’t even lie to himself like that. He knows he’s just pathetic and terrible at being a vampire hunter.

“I know! I’m really not. I don’t know why you’re so scared. Is it… cause of these?” Gyuvin opens his mouth wide and licks one of his fangs. Hanbin physically recoils backwards out of Gyuvin's grasp.

Hanbin finally moves his arm back up and holds the dagger out to Gyuvin’s chest. Gyuvin’s grin never falls. He places his hands on his hips and raises an eyebrow.

“They’re really not that scary. I’ve only bitten my tongue by accident like… once.”

Hanbin shakes his head. “I—I don’t care! Just get out of here! Leave me alone!”

Gyuvin frowns. “I thought we were having fun, though.”

“Is this fun to you? Chasing me across the woods and scaring me?” Hanbin’s hand shakes, grip loosening on the dagger.

Gyuvin crosses his arms. “I think it’s fun, yeah. I thought you were having fun, too. Why else would you keep coming out here every night? I mean, unless—are you… are you actually still trying to hunt me?”

Hanbin might throw up.

Gyuvin doesn’t take him seriously in the slightest. All this time, it really has been some sort of game. Gyuvin hasn’t been scared for his life, while Hanbin’s been afraid for weeks. This whole time, Gyuvin hasn’t even been taking any of this seriously and putting in any actual effort. And Hanbin still couldn’t capture him!

God, he should really just give up.

Hanbin drops the dagger and follows right after it, falling down onto the ground with a groan. He might as well quit before he accidentally becomes Gyuvin’s dinner. Honestly, would that be a fate so terrible? At least he wouldn’t be shunned from home. At least he’d be used for something meaningful for once.

Gyuvin’s hand falls onto his shoulder as he crouches down in front of him. “Are you crying?”

“No, I’m not.” Hanbin sighs, because he honestly isn’t.

He’s just annoyed and tired and upset and—he’s not going to cry in front of Gyuvin. Vampires probably get off on tears or something, anyway. The last thing he needs is to get Gyuvin any more excited than he already is.

“Good, because you have no right to. Here I was, thinking we were just having fun! And this whole time you’ve been trying to kill me?” Gyuvin shoves Hanbin back onto his ass, pushing all the wind out of him.

Hanbin falls onto his palms, looking up at Gyuvin with a scoff. “You’re literally insane! You chase people and torment them for fun? That’s fucking fun to you?”

“It would be for you, too, if you were a vampire! It’s just—you look so cute when you’re scared.”

“That’s insane. Do you hear yourself? That’s fucking insane!”

Gyuvin rolls his eyes. “Can you just take the compliment?”

“No, because that’s not a compliment.”

“Do you really not get excited, too?”

“No, it’s not exciting, it’s—”

“Doesn’t it make your blood pump? Your stomach flip? Your heart race? Isn’t that excitement?” Gyuvin prods, crawling further and further towards him until he’s practically between his legs.

As soon as Hanbin notices that Gyuvin’s leaning over him between his thighs, he wishes that he didn’t. Instantly his heart stammers out of his chest and his cheeks run hot. Immediately, he’s back to that place. That place of fear and apprehension that he’s so used to.

“See?” Gyuvin takes a deep breath. “I can smell it. You’re excited, kitty.”

“I’m not—” Hanbin goes to argue back, but he stops himself. “Don’t call—”

He’s never really given it any sort of thought before. The feelings are similar, aren’t they? He’s definitely afraid of vampires, that will probably always be a little true. So, he never questioned it any further.

He only chased after Gyuvin every night because it was his obligation. Right? That’s what his destiny was. Hunting vampires and reaping the rewards—despite sucking horrendously at it.

Hanbin glances down. Of all the times to get a boner, this is probably the worst. Objectively, this is definitely the top five worst times to get aroused.

Unfortunately, Hanbin is used to this. If he’s honest with himself, this happens every time. Whenever they chase each other across the forest, it’s just a side effect of adrenaline. At least, that’s what he tells himself. Usually Gyuvin isn’t so close and doesn’t touch him so much.

Hanbin can usually ignore it and just convince himself it’s because of all the emotions bursting inside him, instead of a side effect of Gyuvin himself. Tonight, it’s harder when Gyuvin’s on top of him.

“Jesus christ,” Hanbin groans, throwing his head back.

Gyuvin is right again.

Maybe he does get a little excited. He’s only human! It’s not like he’s ever been chased by a sexy vampire before. How was he supposed to know that he liked it so much? He was so sure it was fear, but now that Gyuvin's on top of him—a mere breath away—he realizes that maybe it isn’t.

Gyuvin raises an eyebrow, leaning down closer. “What?”

“Nothing. Can you just—please get off me. And don’t talk. I can’t. No more talking.”

Gyuvin looks offended, planting his hands on the ground on each side of Hanbin’s hips. “Hey! I’m not done, though. I’m not moving on from the fact that you tried to kill me!”

“Very unsuccessfully. I’m a failure. We know that. Can you get off me now?”

“Absoulely not!” Gyuvin crawls until his body is hovering entirely over Hanbin’s. “You owe me an apology, and I’m very hungry.”

Hanbin’s stomach flips again and he really hates how much he actually is into this. Clearly, the hate can’t be that strong because he doesn’t even try to move when Gyuvin’s face is centimeters away from his own.

Gyuvin’s staring down at him and his eyes really do shine like the moon. Hanbin can’t seem to move on from that. Gyuvin is very pretty, but he has the kind of beauty that is strikingly captivating. The kind of beauty that feels god-like in many different ways.

It’s overwhelming. More than that, it’s scary. That’s how he knows he really is a vampire. Well, aside from the fangs and stuff.

Gyuvin licks his lips, swiping his tongue over them like he’s already eaten and ready for round two. Shivers run up and down Hanbin’s spine, Gyuvin’s faint breath the only source of warmth in the entire forest.

If he’s already fallen into Gyuvin’s trap—though honestly, there was no trap and Hanbin is just terrible at his job—why shouldn’t he accept his fate? Gyuvin’s clawing at him, begging for a taste. Why shouldn’t Hanbin just let him?

“Just—ugh. Make it quick.” Hanbin sighs, closing his eyes. He tries to stop his hands from shaking by digging his fingernails into the dirt. “Please.”

Gyuvin laughs, an airy and bright sound that shouldn’t be so cute for how terrible what is about to happen is.

“I’m sorry, but I’m going to take my time.” Gyuvin’s hand grabs onto Hanbin’s jaw. “I want to enjoy this. You’ve been teasing me for far too long. Isn’t it fair?”

Hanbin gulps, squeezing his eyes tighter. He doesn’t shake his head or respond, because he’s afraid of asking him for more than a quick neck-suck.

Gyuvin tilts Hanbin’s head to the side, exposing every inch of his neck. He audibly sighs, entire body slinking closer on top of Hanbin’s.

“It won’t hurt, I promise.” Gyuvin whispers, dragging his tongue along Hanbin’s skin. The feeling is ice-cold, and Hanbin immediately feels as if he was doused in water.

He isn’t sure how much he believes that. How can dying not hurt?

Gyuvin bites down onto Hanbin’s neck with a soft moan, closing his eyes as his teeth sink into his skin.

His lips flatten against his neck and Hanbin can barely stop himself from making noise. He winces at first and bites on his bottom lip, but lets go after it starts to hurt.

Hanbin’s body feels as if he was set ablaze. His toes curl while all the air inside his chest is stolen straight out of his throat. He can feel Gyuvin feeding off him, his grip in the dirt loosening the longer he drinks.

He can feel the blood being taken from him. It’s almost like he’s drifting away on the ocean, losing himself in the waves of pleasure. Which is insane—how is any of this enjoyable? He didn’t realize getting his blood sucked out of him would feel so good.

Gyuvin finally lets go of Hanbin's neck, licking over the two teeth-marks until he’s clean. He presses a soft kiss onto the bite mark before he leans up.

“See? Painless. You’re such a baby.” Gyuvin winks, rubbing his thumb over Hanbin’s cheekbone.

Hanbin carefully opens his eyes. He still feels like he’s on fire but the feeling has definitely lessened. He thought that he was going to die, so he supposes being alive is a pleasant surprise. He stops breathing so hard, pressing a hand on his neck.

What isn’t a pleasant surprise is the boner that hasn’t gone away. If anything, he feels harder than he did ten seconds ago. How that’s possible when he just lost a whole body-bag of blood, he isn’t quite sure.

“You—you didn’t kill me?” Hanbin chokes out, glancing up at Gyuvin with a gulp.

Gyuvin looks extremely confused. “Kill you? What? Did you think I wanted to kill you? This whole time? You really are the silliest and stupidest human I’ve ever come across.”

Hanbin wishes he could crawl into the nearest hole and die. Can this night get any more embarrassing? Silly? Silly?

“That’s what vampires do,” Hanbin sighs out, trying to calm himself down. Now that reality set in, he’s feeling a lot less scared. “They kill and eat humans.”

“That’s really rude,” Gyuvin frowns. He runs his thumb over Hanbin’s bottom lip. “If I wanted to kill you, don’t you think I’d have done it already?”

Hanbin supposes that’s true. If a vampire really wanted him dead, he’s sure that he would have been eaten long, long ago. At least, Gyuvin wouldn’t have entertained their nightly chases for so long.

“I’m sorry,” Hanbin finally says after a few moments of thinking. “I guess—I assumed.”

“You should be sorry.” Gyuvin pouts. “This whole time, I thought you’ve been courting me. Come to find out, you thought we were hunting each other!”

“Courting you?” Hanbin chokes out. “What?”

“You’ve been following me for weeks. At first, I thought it was a little creepy but then I realized you’re kinda hot so then I was like, oh okay, that’s cute.” Gyuvin smiles, continuing to caress Hanbin’s lip. “You have that weird, loser loner kind of vibe that’s really attractive. I thought it was obvious that’s what we were doing. I mean, how else would you explain this?”

Gyuvin then does the unthinkable. He grinds his hips down against Hanbin’s—directly against the erection straining against his pants. Hanbin moans like the pathetic loser he is.

Gyuvin just had to notice. And Hanbin just had to get a boner when Gyuvin’s in his lap. The fates sure can be cruel.

And, did he have to mention the fact that Hanbin’s a total loser? He never imagined that would be something anyone else finds attractive, but stranger things have happened tonight.

“You clearly have the hots for me.” Gyuvin grinds down again, causing Hanbin to moan. “At the very least, you want me to fuck you. I can smell it, so don’t deny it.”

“Vampires can smell arousal?” Hanbin grimaces with a wince.

“Well, I can tell when your blood rushes to your panties.” Gyuvin giggles, leaning closer. “And that happens a lot whenever you run from me.”

“I don’t wear—ugh, whatever!” Hanbin’s entire face burns red. “Can you get off now?”

“Why?” Gyuvin frowns again. “You’ve done me such a huge favor, you know. I’ve been starving for weeks. I wanted to wait until I tasted your blood. Which I just need to tell you—god, your blood is sweet. It’s perfect. I should have known.”

Hanbin might die from how embarrassing this all is. On top of that, his blood is sweet? The thought makes his bones weak.

“I really don’t—we shouldn’t.” Hanbin tries to fight it, but the passion just isn’t there.

Gyuvin raises an eyebrow. “Says who?”

“The laws of nature?”

“As if they have any merit. It’s just… returning a favor after all. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t getting something out of it, too.”

Hanbin groans after another few grinds from Gyuvin. His cock strains against his jeans, and he really shouldn’t say yes to this but he doesn’t know how to say no. He isn’t sure he even wants to. There are too many things going on and he can barely focus on anything aside from Gyuvin’s lips.

“Fine, just—okay.”

Gyuvin beams. “It almost feels like my birthday.”

Gyuvin slides off Hanbin’s lap and back onto his knees. He stares down at the bulge in Hanbin’s pants, licking his lips with a grin. He looks exactly like he did an hour ago—starving, ravenous, hungry.

“This is going to be a lot of fun.” He sighs, a sound full of content.

Gyuvin unbuttons Hanbin’s pants and slides the zipper down. He pulls his jeans further down his thighs, exposing his underwear. He giggles again as soon as Hanbin’s cock twitches underneath them, which makes Hanbin feel like he’s being studied.

“What’s so funny?”

Gyuvin shakes his head. “Nothing. I’m just happy. Can’t I be happy?”

“I didn’t say you can’t,” Hanbin mumbles, watching Gyuvin move.

Gyuvin pushes Hanbin’s thighs apart and lowers his body closer to the ground. “Maybe you should stop saying anything at all, aside from thank you.”

His cock twitches again. Hanbin is good at listening, so if Gyuvin wants him to stop talking so much, he will.

Gyuvin pulls Hanbin’s cock out from his underwear, wrapping his hand around the base as he licks his lips again. He seems to have a bad habit of that because he’s been doing it all night.

Hanbin’s cock throbs in his hand. He isn’t sure he’s ever been this hard in his life, and the way Gyuvin’s staring at him only adds to the feeling.

Gyuvin gives his dick a few experimental tugs, lowering his face to the tip. “Try not to come in the first three seconds, alright?”

Before Hanbin can bite back with a rebuttal, Gyuvin takes Hanbin’s cock into his mouth. He slides his lips further around his length, bobbing his head back and forth while staring up at Hanbin the entire time.

God, there is no way Hanbin is going to last more than three seconds. Not only does Gyuvin’s mouth feel amazing, but the feeling is—indescribable. It’s the first time this kind of thing has happened to him. It’s not every day a sexy vampire gets on their knees for you. Most people probably don’t live to tell the tale afterwards.

Hanbin can’t tell if he’s still lightheaded from getting his blood sucked, or if Gyuvin is just exceptional at giving head. Honestly, both things are probably true.

Hanbin’s nails dig into the dig as his stomach flips. He wants to reach out and grab onto Gyuvin’s hair, but he doesn’t want to dirty his head. At the moment, it hits Hanbin how they’re in the middle of the woods and he’s currently getting his dick sucked. By a vampire of all things.

Hanbin moans, throwing his head back. Gyuvin takes his entire cock down his throat and hollows out his cheeks. He stays there for a second, deepthroating him with a swallow which causes Hanbin’s entire body to shiver.

“G—Gyuv—ah, I’m gonna come if you do that again,” Hanbin whimpers out, trying to keep his eyes open.

Gyuvin pops off of Hanbin’s cock with an obscene pop. He lazily jerks him off with the traces of saliva. “That’s the whole point, isn’t it?”

“But it’s only been like three seconds,” Hanbin points out.

Gyuvin shrugs. “It’s been like, at least a minute or two. I don’t care if you come fast, honestly. Isn’t it more flattering? It means I did a good job.”

With a wink, Gyuvin takes his dick back into his mouth.

Hanbin doesn’t think he could remove the image of Gyuvin’s plump lips stretched around his cock if he tried. He looks beautiful, and maybe—just maybe—this is exactly what Gyuvin needs to shut him up. All he needs is a dick down his throat and everyone’s happy.

That thought causes Hanbin to moan again, the fire burning inside him doubling in size. He tilts his head back down as Gyuvin speeds up his pace, moving his head so fast that Hanbin thinks he might get whiplash. Is that a vampire super-speed power? How on earth are his fangs not hitting his dick, anyway? What’s the magic behind that?

Either way, Hanbin’s going to come.

“Fu—fah—fuck, I’m gonna c—come,” Hanbin choke out, hips jutting forward up into Gyuvin’s mouth.

Gyuvin seems to take the challenge, deepthroating his cock again and holding his head at the base of his dick while Hanbin reaches his climax.

Hanbin comes fast and hot down Gyuvin’s throat. He wouldn’t be surprised if Gyuvin sunk his teeth into his dick and drank some more, because that’s honestly what it feels like. He hasn’t come that hard in his entire life.

Gyuvin waits until the final wave of pleasure washes over Hanbin, carefully shifting his head backwards. He comes off his dick with a gasp, panting while he watches Hanbin stare back at him.

Gyuvin wipes off the excess spit from his lips, never for a single second looking away from Hanbin’s eyes.

“So?” Gyuvin licks his lips. “Where’s my thank you?”

“T—Thank you, Gyuvin,” Hanbin chokes out, still unable to properly breathe.

Gyuvin chuckles and sits back on his knees. “You’re welcome. Any feedback?”

Hanbin shakes his head. “No. It was good.”

“Just good? I know you’re lying. My blowjobs are not just good.”

Hanbin’s so tired of how much Gyuvin talks. Despite having a dick in his mouth for the last five minutes, it feels like he’s said a million different words.

“What else do you want me to say?”

Gyuvin pulls Hanbin’s underwear back up. “Tell me how amazing I was. You know, praise me. Compliment me. Is this your first time with a cute boy?”

It is, but Gyuvin doesn’t need to know that, so Hanbin doesn’t reply. Instead, he takes a deep breath and runs a hand through his hair. He tries not to flinch at how tender Gyuvin’s being, running fingertips down his thighs as he yanks his jeans back up.

Just a few moments before, Gyuvin was a scary, blood-thirsty caricature of himself. At least, that’s what Hanbin thought before he realized that he’s not nearly as terrifying up close. Now, Gyuvin’s acting like they’ve been dating for years and they aren’t mere strangers.

He supposes they aren’t strangers, but it’s not like they’re best friends. They’re hunter and prey, but it seems the roles have been reversed. Hanbin really can’t find it within him to complain, though. If this is what it’s like being Gyuvin’s prey…

“It seems like I have so much to teach you,” Gyuvin grins, standing up after he finishes re-dressing him. He steps over Hanbin and places a hand over his belt, staring down at him like he’s going to eat Hanbin alive. “And I think you owe me.”

“What do you mean?” Hanbin chokes out, but he has an idea as soon as Gyuvin starts undoing his belt.

“Isn’t it fair you return the favor?” Gyuvin pops open the button to his jeans and unzips them, hooking his thumbs through the waistband. “I mean, you don’t have to. I just assumed you wanted to. You have that cock-hungry look in your eyes.”

Cock-hungry look in his eyes? Gyuvin can’t be serious. At the very least, he’s the least eloquent vampire-person he’s ever met.

Hanbin does instinctively lick his lips and he can’t look away from Gyuvin’s tented jeans. Maybe he does want it, but now he’s full of spite. He wants to show Gyuvin that he can be good—if not better than Gyuvin is.

Hanbin crawls up off his ass and onto his knees, kneeling right in front of Gyuvin’s crotch. Shame has long since left him, at least since the moment Gyuvin sucked his dick. Well, before that. Probably when he let him drink his blood.

Gyuvin chuckles, slowly pushing his jeans down. “Are you sure, kitty? I don’t want to force you if you don’t wanna.”

“I do,” Hanbin responds too fast. “I want to.”

The fire of arousal in Gyuvin’s eyes burns brighter. “That’s what I like to hear.”

Gyuvin’s jeans and underwear fall to the ground, leaving his cock standing tall in its full glory. Hanbin makes an effort to remind himself to close his mouth so as not to drool. He supposes it doesn’t matter if he looks cock-hungry, but he can still pretend and try to act like he has some self respect.

Gyuvin grips the base of his cock, stroking himself a few centimeters away from Hanbin’s face. “Come on, he doesn’t bite.”

“He?” Hanbin grimaces, but inches forward. He sits up, placing a hand on Gyuvin’s thigh.

“Mhm. He likes pretty boys, so. This should be easy for you.”

The compliment causes Hanbin’s chest to expand with warmth. God, he’s really losing it. He’s already fallen far enough, what’s a little more depravity?

Hanbin opens his mouth and tries to remember how Gyuvin did it. Or rather, he just does what he thinks will feel good. He licks a soft stripe on the underside of Gyuvin’s cock, glancing up at him to make sure he’s doing a good job.

That’s a bad idea, though, because Gyuvin looks ravenous. Suddenly, Hanbin remembers their positions all too well. Gyuvin’s a vampire, while Hanbin’s a powerless human. He swallows hard, and wraps a hand around Gyuvin’s cock. He better do a good job, then.

“I’m assuming this is your first time sucking dick?” Gyuvin so intelligently points out. How obvious was it?

“No,” Hanbin lies, face burning.

“Right, right. Well, if it isn’t, then you know to watch your teeth. And take it slow, there’s no rush.” Gyuvin’s hand falls onto Hanbin’s head. He slides his fingers through his hair, gripping softly. “Now, be a good boy open wide.”

Hanbin’s lips move with a mind of their open, mouth opening as the tip of Gyuvin’s cock sits on his tongue. Gyuvin carefully pushes his cock into his mouth, but doesn’t force it.

“Slow,” Gyuvin repeats, caressing Hanbin’s forehead with his thumb. “Just move at your own pace.”

Hanbin doesn’t back down from a challenge, though. He may be way out of his element and knee-deep in whatever the hell this situation is, but he’s not a quitter. He wants to be good, too.

Hanbin begins to gently move his head back and forth in small motions, tongue rubbing against the underside of Gyuvin’s dick. He has no idea where this courage came from, but he isn’t complaining. He makes sure to keep his eye contact with Gyuvin as he takes more of his cock down his throat.

Meanwhile, Gyuvin moans above him, singing out sweet little praises. “You’re really good at this for a first timer…”

Hanbin wants to argue, but he thinks it’s better to prove him wrong by doing a better job. He swirls his tongue on the underside of his dick and hollows out his cheeks, ignoring the light sting in his eyes before he pulls off.

Before Gyuvin can say some new witty remark, Hanbin goes back in. He bobs his head back and forth, determined to make Gyuvin come as fast as he did. He hopes he’s doing a good job. He can’t really tell, aside from the sounds Gyuvin’s making. At least, his teeth aren’t hitting.

“Damn, Hanbin,” Gyuvin whines. “You’re a natural”

Hanbin’s face burns, and his heart skips a beat. If this is what it’s like to be praised by a vampire, then he may have learned a few new kinks tonight. Granted, he’s learning a lot about himself.

Hanbin quickens his pace and takes more of Gyuvin down his throat. After what feels like eternity—seriously, is sucking dick this time consuming?—Hanbin finally feels like he got the perfect rhythm. He can feel each twitch and jolt of Gyuvin’s dick.

Gyuvin’s obvious, barely trying to hide the fact he wants to push his hips forward and force his cock deeper. He’s a gentleman, though, and he’s holding back. Something about that makes Hanbin’s head feel fuzzy in a sweet, romantic kind of way.

Hanbin deepthroats Gyuvin’s dick, holding himself at the base as he squeezes his eyes shut. The visual seems to cause Gyuvin to lose it, a string of curses slipping past his lips.

“Ah, fuck.” Gyuvin groans. “I’m gonna come, baby. I’m—”

At exactly the same time, Hanbin ran out of air.

Hanbin takes Gyuvin’s cock out of his mouth as he gasps for air. Gyuvin comes all over his face, spurts of his release shooting from his forehead all the way down his chin.

Hanbin’s left panting, eyes closed as Gyuvin’s come starts to cool. His entire body is burning. All at once, he’s exhausted.

Gyuvin immediately crouches down, ripping off his coat and using it to wipe Hanbin’s face clean. “Sorry, sorry.”

Hanbin doesn’t respond, tilting back and forth into Gyuvin’s orbit as he evens out his breathing. He places a hand on Gyuvin’s thigh for support, and also just to have a point of contact.

“Everything alright?” Gyuvin asks, concern laced in his tone.

Hanbin nods. “Yeah, it’s just—my first time ever doing something like that. Like this.”

Gyuvin giggles slightly as he places the coat onto the ground. He cups Hanbin’s cheek, rubbing his thumb over his cheekbone. “I hope this has been a night to remember, then. How would you rate me, for your first time?”

Hanbin opens his eyes, met with Gyuvin’s twinkling ones. He has no idea what he would rank him, but he’s sure as hell not going to forget about any of this anytime soon. Is Gyuvin? Does this mean they aren’t going to chase each other anymore?

“First place,” Hanbin shrugs.

Gyuvin shakes his head. “You’re supposed to say ten-out-of-ten. Or like, more than that.”

“Sorry,” Hanbin sighs.

“It’s okay. I’m glad you enjoyed it. I hope you let me feed off you again—in more ways than one.” Gyuvin grins, showing off his fangs in all their glory.

Hanbin’s face still burns, but it’s chilled out to something softer and containable. “Okay.”

“Okay as in yes?”

Hanbin nods. “Yeah, sure. Whatever you want.”

“You know, you’re cuter when you’re not hunting me. You’re pretty cute then, but I like you like this.” Gyuvin presses a soft kiss on Hanbin’s forehead, sending waves of excitement dancing across his skin.

Hanbin closes his eyes. “Like a loser?”

“Like a cutiepie. You’re a lot of fun, Hanbin.”

Hanbin supposes that’s better than being boring. “Thanks.”

Gyuvin stands straight and pulls his jeans back up, zipping them with a huff. “Well, as fun as this was, I’m getting hungry again. As filling as you were, I think I’m going to go hunt some more.”

Hanbin blinks his eyes open, looking up at Gyuvin from the ground. “What? I wasn’t enough?”

Gyuvin chuckles. “You were plenty. I just get… ravenous after stuff like that. I don’t want to feed off you again, since I already drank so much earlier.”

Hanbin really shouldn’t be so disappointed. He was terrified of Gyuvin literally hours prior, but now it’s like he wants him to suck on his neck and drink more blood. Even if he begged, he wasn't sure Gyuvin would. He never imagined him being so… responsible? Caring?

It is odd, because again, they’re not really friends. They’re not really anything aside from the whole hunter and prey thing. Hanbin isn’t really sure where they stand now, but he supposes that they can’t be strangers anymore. If he was the prey, then he’s definitely been caught.

“Oh,” is all Hanbin can come up with.

“Don’t be sad,” Gyuvin teases, “if you want me to feed off you so badly, I’ll stop by your place tomorrow night.”

Hanbin’s mouth falls open. “You know where I live?”

“Obviously.” Gyuvin responds like it isn’t even a question. Of course, he knows.

Hanbin unfortunately finds that hot.

He nods. “Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow night, then?”

Gyuvin beams. From the perspective on the ground, it looks like his teeth grew even longer. “Tomorrow. Have a good night, Binnie. Stay safe out here. You never know what—or who—lurks in the shadows.”

With a gust of wind, Gyuvin disappears.

Hanbin lets out the breath he’d been holding, placing a hand on his chest to ground himself. The air still feels thick with traces of Gyuvin. Hanbin isn’t sure he’ll ever be able to move if he doesn’t get up now, so he pushes himself off the ground with a grunt.

He dusts off his pants and prays there isn’t a huge dirt stain on his ass.

The whole walk home, Hanbin feels eyes on him. For some reason, he thinks it’s Gyuvin. He feels like Gyuvin’s watching him go back home, making sure he gets there safely. He has no way to prove it, but…

He thinks that maybe Gyuvin is that kind of guy.

Maybe Hanbin was wrong about vampires. They can’t be that scary. At least, Gyuvin isn’t.

And maybe, he likes getting his blood sucked. A little too much.

Right before Hanbin makes it to the front of his house back in town, he stops at the gate. He turns around and glances across the forest.

“Goodnight, Gyuvin,” Hanbin says softly.

He almost imagines Gyuvin saying it back.

Goodnight, sweetheart.