"If you want it easy, just lay back and enjoy. If you want hard, fight some more," his voice was soft, barely above a whisper, "Gotta be honest, cherry bomb, I think I'd prefer hard." He lifted the tip of his long ponytail and wrapped it around his fist and gave a gentle tug. He raised one brow at him, "But easy or hard, I can't make any promises about the 'stay alive' bit."
"You do this often, do you?" he glared at him, "Have sex with and then kill others?"
He shrugged and took a whiff of the hair in his hand. "I don't usually kill them."
Usually? How many had he killed?
He tried to process what he was telling him. He wasn't in a trance and that was a perceived complication. This lack of a trance could mean the memory of him after he drinks his blood and, err…sex he was worried that what, that he'd reveal it? As if anyone would even believe him.
He shook his head, "Listen; here's a plan B to consider. Why don't you just blindfold me and take me outside, down the road, and then let me go? I won't know where you had me."
He swallowed and then continued, talking very quickly, "and I won't tell anyone that I was abducted and held by a vampire. I don't have to die. You don't have to kill me."
He stared at him thoughtfully.
"But," he added, "Even if I did say anything, which I wouldn't, but even if I did people would just think I'm crazy." He laughed nervously, "Vampires? Mother fvcking craaazy" He threw his arms up in the air animatedly and then drew air circles around his ears, "No complications."
He snickered, leaned back, giving him more space but not letting go of his hair, and then said, "No complications." He pursed his lips and fingered the cleft on his chin with his index finger.
He did have a very chiselled, rugged, sexy face.
Forget the face, Jungkook! He exhaled, feeling hopeful.
"Nice sales technique," he said.
"Survivor," he replied, with conviction.
"Noted. But there's a problem." He leaned forward and started to pull that fist that held his hair toward him slowly so that he had no choice but to rise until his back arched and he had to support himself on his elbows. He stopped when their mouths were just centimetres apart.
Jungkook wished his heart would slow down. It was beating so wildly it was painful, bruising his chest, echoing in his ears.
He shook his head as if to ask, "What?"
He took a whiff of his hair on his fist and then in a sexy deep voice he said, "I'm dying to find out what a feisty little firecracker like you taste like."
He let go of his ponytail and he dropped back onto the pillows.
His stomach clenched and his knees went to jelly. The scent coming off him was sweet, mouth-watering, and it washed over him. His breath hitched and he decided that it was a good thing he was horizontal.
Wait, what? No; horizontal was bad, very bad.
He tried to rise. He stopped him with a gentle push on his shoulder. How could he be so petrified and feel so, so… what? Turned on? Was his mesmerizing thing starting to work? Weren't vampires inherently designed to have powers of seduction? This guy's voice, his aroma, his demeanour…the whole package was laced with sex. What on earth was sexy, though, about biting his and then tasting his blood?
"You see," he continued, "You've piqued my curiosity. I got a whiff of you and you smell delicious."
He pushed 'So do you' out of his head — well, tried to. He caught a whiff of jelly doughnuts or something, something with powdered sugar and berries. He must be messing with his senses. Plus he'd forgotten to eat today so he was probably just starving.
"So," he moved forward and grabbed his hand, "We'll see what happens" He rubbed his thumb across his fingers and then touched his lips and the tip of his tongue to the back of his hand. He felt fiery inside. His eyes were dancing with flirtatiousness; his hands were strong and warm. So were his lips. He frowned. Weren't vampires supposed to be cold?
He continued, "So…we can do this the easy way or the hard way. You could cooperate or you could not cooperate and then…then I get to have some real fun." He smiled, flashing fangs at him quickly. They quickly disappeared. He kissed his knuckle. He gasped and snatched his hand back.
He seemed suitably impressed with his ability to make his gasp.
"Either way," he shrugged, "The same result. You see, delicious-smelling Jeon Jungkook, you were brought to me tonight as a gift. It's a special night. Kinda like an anniversary and it's also my birthday. And I just got some big news. So there are a few reasons to celebrate. This…" his eyes swept over him, "is how I celebrate." He was looking at his expectantly, a smile playing on his lips and a gleam in his eye.
"Uh, Happy Birthday," he said after a long silence. It was almost a question.
He smiled, "Indeed. Thanks to you. And it'd be rude of me to refuse a gift that was chosen especially for me, don't you think? So. Now. How's this thing gonna go? Easy or hard?" He winked, looked slowly and hungrily up and down his body and then drummed his fingers on his cheek.
He didn't know what to do. Should he try to pretend to be under his spell? Should he cooperate to move things along and hope that he'd let him go? He let go of his ponytail and folded his arms. How do I stay alive?
"Try hypnotizing me again," he used his phone sex operator voice, a voice he and his old high school friends had tried on for jokes on more than one occasion, the voice he used when he was dealing with a douchebag at the bar and was about to knock him down a few pegs. "Try harder. Maybe it'll work. Then you won't have to hurt me. Easy peasy. We'll both get what we want in the end."
"Hmmm." He leaned forward and stared deep into his eyes, making his tingle all over. He could barely breathe while he was staring at him like this. He could feel something magnetic in his eyes like it was pulling him in. He still had his faculties but couldn't deny that there was a pull happening. He smelled so fucking good.
"Did it work?" He looked thoroughly amused, "Are you ready to be my birthday present?"
"Yeah," he breathed, "What would you like me to be for your birthday?" It sounded so awkward coming out of his mouth, even in his phone sex voice. He wished he could snatch it back. This wouldn't work. Jungkook knew that unless it was a prank call he sucked at lying. Because he sucked at lying he couldn't play poker, couldn't fool anybody — not in person when they could see his eyes, which were an open book that showed his true emotions. Everything he felt became evident in his eyes. Another reason to avoid emotion. Heat rose in his cheeks.
He rolled his eyes, clearly cognizant of his botched attempt at pretending, and leaned in and flicked the nape of his neck with his tongue. He shuddered.
Then he looked thoughtful for a moment, "Hmm, I get easy peasy every day. I don't want that. I know what I do want; be yourself. But…" he licked his lips and then leaned so close his lips were almost touching his, "I want you to scream my name when you come."
His chin might as well have hit the floor. He gaped at him, gobsmacked, and surrounded by the scent of fresh strawberries dipped in melted chocolate.
"It's V," he added, looking pleased with the effect of that line on him.
Nope, he couldn't fake the trance thing. He couldn't do this. He couldn't just lay there while this man, err monster, had sex with his and then drank his blood.
"This is so not happening," he said and then he tried to get up. He caught his arm and then pinned him to the bed.
Suddenly he was on top of his and he had his face in his hands. He searched his eyes, his breathing was heavy, his look carnal, "Oh, it so is. You are quite a birthday present. I guess this is going to be hard then, is it? I get the impression you like to do things the hard way. I'm okay with that. It's a nice change."
He'd rotated his hips each time he said the word hard, grinding his crotch into him, showing he was more than prepared for hard, and then he rubbed his thumb across his lower lip and leaned in close and sucked on it for a beat, "See? Hard already."
"No!" he cried out, pulling his bottom lip back in and turning his head away, "Don't rape me." He hoped to startle him with his words so he'd stop and reconsider. He ignored the fact that his lips and his whole body were tingling.
He seemed to be taken aback but not enough to move out of his personal space, "I've never had to rape. It's always very consensual. Be open to this. You might as well since you're not going anywhere for the moment. I'm good at it…promise." The tip of his nose was in the crook of his neck now.
"If they're hypnotized it's not consensual, you asshole!" he spat.
He leaned back a little and laughed, "I suppose that's true…Never thought of it that way."
"I'm, I'm a virgin. Please don't do this to me," he lied.
He scoffed, "I wish. But not likely."
He frantically searched his brain for a reply, having trouble concentrating due to his proximity, the feel of his warm breath on him, the sweet scent of him filling his nostrils, and the fear that pulsed in his veins.
"Pretty sure you're not," he said. Goosebumps rose on his skin.
"I can tell by the way your body is responding to me," he continued, "Even though you're not mesmerized, you are responding to me. Nice to know I've still got it."
He inhaled deeply, like he smelled a burnt offering in the air, burnt especially for him, "And, even if you were a virgin, what makes you think that would make a difference? I'm an evil vampire. We don't ask; we take. We eat virgins for breakfast, or haven't you heard?" He ran his palm up to his arm and then caught his chest in his hand.
3
He moaned in his mouth, "Mmmm, good boy." He let out a little whimper as his brain started to register what was happening but it was almost like having an out of body experience. Was he controlling him? Why was he not fighting back? Why did he taste so good? He made an exasperated sound and use of his arms returned, somehow so he shoved at his chest, trying to push him off.
"Do you want to fight me, Jungkook? Go ahead and fight. I like it," he challenged, seeming to read his thoughts. When he said his name he made it sound like a dirty word.
He grabbed his hips and suddenly he was flipped so that he was on top of him. He held onto his bottom with both hands and flexed his arms, pulling his into his crotch. Given that his skirt was hiked up there was only a very thin piece of lace between his crotch and his bulge.
He shook his head to protest and breathed, "No." He was hyperventilating and his body was scorching hot like he had a fever. He tried to scramble off but he had him firmly in his clutches. He saw his arm and pectoral muscles ripple as he tightened his grip.
His mouth quirked up into a smile, "These doe eyes. They might be mesmerizing me. I don't think a boy has ever looked at me the way you do. Or kissed me back with so much passion."
He felt woozy. He placed his hands on his shoulders to steady himself. His shoulders and biceps were solid and he gripped them tightly, starting to feel like his veins were on fire, too. Fire everywhere! His skin, his mouth, his veins, and his panties. Holy fuck… the panties. He knew he was wet down there; it was hot and fluid inside the flimsy piece of lace, even hotter than the rest of him.
"Do you know how long it's been since I felt a touch that's not robotic, looked into the eyes of a person that isn't vacant?" he continued, shaking his head in astonishment.
He realized he wasn't just using his shoulders for balance, he was gripping them. He let go.
"Wondering what's happening, Jungkook? I'll tell you. You're ripe and ready for me. Your body is responding to me even if your brain is fighting me. Will you surrender now or do you wanna fight with me some more first? I don't mind. It makes for a nice change, a little bit of extra foreplay, yeah? Let's play…" he let out a chuckle and flipped his back over so that he was on top once again. "Happy birthday to me," he sang melodically and then let go and gripped his shirt behind his neck and then pulled it over his head and tossed it to the side.
His chest. Wow.
His upper body was beautifully sculpted; it was ripped, cut with defined muscles. A rush of air left Jungkook's lungs. He nuzzled into his throat and then started to trail kisses down his shoulder and moved slowly down to his hips. He was frozen in place and his temperature was steadily rising. Now he smelled like birthday cake. His mind was playing tricks on him, it had to be.
He regained feeling in his legs and tried to buck him off but he grabbed his hips and then slid down so that his chin was nestled right between his legs. He could feel his hot breath on his and just like that he was immobile again. His mouth was directly on the thin piece of lace and he was looking up at him.
He wasn't pinned any longer but despite his brain sending off orders for him to fight, his arms and legs again felt like lead. The heat continued to pool and pulse between his legs as he stared directly into his eyes, his soul, even. His eyes held his captive. He felt another whoosh of moisture in his panties.
He hooked his thumbs into the lace at his hips and ripped them off in a quick snatching motion. He heard the fabric tear before he tossed it to the floor.
"Mm," he moaned, looking down at his most private parts and caught his lower lip between his teeth. He was immobile and mortified; he couldn't even swallow.
He spread his legs wide and then buried his face into his and when he felt his tongue slowly and lavishly lick his like he was an ice cream cone. Jungkook couldn't form a coherent thought. He stretched his folds open with his thumbs and then his tongue purposefully travelled from deep within his opening, upward to his cock. He clenched, arched his back, and a primal sound escaped his lips as his tongue found the mark.
He lifted his head and licked his lips and his expression changed from smugness to accusation. But he didn't know what he was accusing him of.
"What the?" he asked and then without finishing his question his head lowered and his fingers dug into his hips almost painfully and then he started to do things with his tongue that he couldn't have even fathomed in his bluest fantasies. He moaned as he devoured him with his mouth, sucking, twirling his tongue, inserting it, and then pushing hard, lapping it up, slowly, then picking up-tempo, then slowly again. A finger pushed inside of his and twirled around a spot inside with a zillion nerve endings that he'd never even known he had.
"Ah!" he could feel what might be the mother of all orgasms quickly building deep inside him. It was like nothing he had ever felt. Ever. He regained arm control but instead of pushing him off, he found himself gripping the iron scrolls on the headboard above him. He held on tight, wondering if he was about to die as sensation revved up and came barreling out like a freight train.
What a way to go!
Jungkook was sure he was spinning up and out of control and he didn't know where he would go and how he'd ever get back on solid ground. He was rising higher and higher as he consumed him. His tongue swirled and penetrated. Inside of his was a quickening and then his body's reactions were completely out of his control. He began kneading his bottom, pulling him into his face, he didn't know where his nerve endings started and ended — he felt sensation all over. His legs trembled, hard; he arched his back higher and as he hit the peak of the climax, he let out a squeal so loud it pierced his ears.
As he did he caught sight of his face, he saw his fangs shoot out and he sank his teeth into his inner thigh and started to gulp. He let out a shrill scream. That piercing sensation throttled him, sending his hurtling a thousand feet in his mind. After the jolting pain something warm, he didn't know what felt like it surged through his veins, all of his veins. His eyes were wide, his mouth agape, and every nerve ending in his body seemed like it was participating. He gripped the scrolled headboard so fiercely his hands hurt as ripples of sensation ran through him. It was like one orgasm rolled into another and then another. His eyes widened and then his gaze met him while he continued to drink. The expression on his face, he couldn't decipher it, but it scared the shit out of him, touched something else inside that he didn't know he had, that he couldn't name.
It didn't feel like he was taking blood from his body, it was as if something hot was entering his veins instead. It was hot and electric, and something else, but what? He didn't know. It was such a strange and foreign sensation flooding through every single fucking inch of his body. Like music in his veins.
Free falling he closed his eyes to try to stop the world from spinning but could see stars and a kaleidoscope of pink, purple, and orange patterns. It was like all he was… was a bundle of powerful nerves and then shudders were being repeatedly wrung out of his as the earth got closer and closer to him. Something warm and sweet was blooming bigger and bigger inside his and then he felt the sensations in his body begin to ebb.
Then he trailed his fingertips gently up his stomach to his chest and he brushed the tips with his fingers, pulling another shudder out of him, and then released his mouth from his and climbed up and flipped his over so that he was on top of him again. He held him up at arm's length by the shoulders for a second and stared deep into his eyes. He was like a ragdoll, limp in his grasp, looking wide-eyed at his fangs, red with his blood and then the fangs disappeared.
His tongue swept across his top lip and then his bottom lip and he let out a shudder, his bright blue eyes filled with a look of stupefied amazement as he chewed his lower lip and shook his head slowly, as if in disbelief.
He was out of breath, hyperventilating, tingling all over. His body was rapidly starting to cool down after all that heat, all that fire. He pulled his to his chest, pulled the elastic band out of his hair, and ran his fingers through it, untangling his long, dark loose curls and fanning them across his naked chest. He heard a noise come out of his mouth that sounded almost like a purr.
What the heck?
"Wow," he whispered huskily into his ear, the sound vibrating through his whole body, and then he tilted his chin up so that their eyes met, "That was fucking ambrosia. Never tasted anything like that. Who are you?"
He looked at his searchingly, shaking his head again in what he could only guess might be disbelief. He didn't know what to do. He felt like his limbs were boneless and his body tingles all over. Heat crept up his face and he was sure his cheeks had to be bright scarlet. He couldn't believe what just happened. He came harder than he thought possible. And it was like something was short-circuiting in his brain. Nothing felt solid or real.
"You, your blood…" he said, "And you…wow. Lucid, responding, wet, hot, and you taste like that? What a birthday gift. Holy fuck."
He was breathless, still. Then something warm was tickling his inner thigh so he looked down and saw a thin trail of blood trickling slowly down his leg, which was tangled up with his jean-clad legs. He saw it too because he flipped his back over onto his back and then his tongue trailed up from just below his knee to just inside the inner fold of his leg. How could something so violent be so erotic?
He flicked his tongue over the wound and then planted a soft kiss on the spot that he could just barely see, due to the dimness of the room, were puncture marks. The bleeding stopped. He lifted his head to look at the spot more closely and was about to reach for it but then suddenly his arms were pinned above his head with one of his hands and he kicked off his boots as he unzipped his jeans with the other. He gave him a heated stare, reached down to free himself, and then he slammed his cock into him, balls deep all in one hard thrust.
It was so full, so intense. He gasped at the pinching sensation. He hadn't felt pinching like that since he'd lost his virginity. He stared directly into his eyes, the heat coming off his eyes intensified like the blue bit of a flame. They seemed to flicker, seemed to be emitting heat. On his face was an expression he could only describe as carnal, "Oh, fuck. So fucking wet and tight." He rotated his hips and his mouth dropped open as he moaned, "I might have to keep you."
His eyes were wide, startled at that comment, but a groan escaped his mouth because of what was happening to him, south of the border. He slowly eased about 90% of the way out, a little mischievous smirk on his face as he seemed to be watching his mouth, he was panting. Then he slammed, hard, balls deep.
He bared normal non-vampire teeth, savagely, and his eyes narrowed, but it felt like heat shot out of them, directly into his eyes. It was an exquisite assault and he felt like he was almost paralyzed, but full of sensation, everywhere. This Adonis with the almost glowing-in-the-dark eyes was repeatedly slamming into his and holding his eyes prisoner. His body was betraying his brain.
He whimpered. He lowered and ripped his nearly sheer tunic off, tossing it aside and tore his tank top down, ripping it halfway off of his as easily as if it were a piece of paper. He took a nipple into his mouth, allowing him to turn his head away, finally squeeze his eyes shut tight. He didn't consider the fact that he was now providing easy access to his throat. His mouth slid up his skin and he immediately started to tongue his throat, like he was priming the area. He whimpered again and started to breathe shallowly, feeling on the verge of another orgasm.
He had a fleeting moment of clarity and thrust his hands against his chest, "No. Stop." He tried to push him but it was futile. He smiled like he was in the ether. He pulled his arms up so that they were wrapped around his neck and then let go as drove into him again, this time slowly, an inch at a time, watching his face contort with every advance. He held on tight. His legs wrapped themselves tightly around his waist and then threw his head back as he hit the final inch. Why was his body being so traitorous?
"Fascinating," he breathed, "Your mouth says no but your body says Yes." He started to go faster, pushing harder, rotating his hips with each thrust.
"Listen to my mouth," he breathed but then he started to feel the ripples of the impending orgasm, and as he started to tremble hard, he held his face by the jaw, staring into his eyes. The sensations ripped through him almost violently. He couldn't look away. It was horror and it was ecstasy and they were braided together. He was having an orgasm, unlike anything he'd ever felt or thought his body was capable of.
Then he bared his fangs and sank them into his throat. It stung at first but then it went numb. As he drank his blood his arms went limp and fell to the pillows above his head. He moaned, feeling a tingling spread throughout the veins in his arms and his legs. He reached up and grabbed his shoulders and then dug his nails in. Everything hummed at his throat where he'd bit and then it trickled down toward his toes. Something inside felt…he couldn't articulate it. He arched his back and let go of his throat, pulling him away from that thought. His eyes blazed.
"Wow, baby," he muttered, staring at him, "You feel and taste like Heaven. Is that where you came from?" he caressed his face.
He started to feel dizzy, hit the peak, and the orgasm seemed to go on and on and on. He'd let go of his throat but kept pumping forward, over and over, staring at him with intensity. White noise rushed through his head and as he was locked into his eyes he felt like he was being pulled into them. Warmth flooded through his body and then surrounded him, like a cocoon.
"V…" he whimpered and grabbed his shoulders tighter but he wasn't sure what he was asking for. Did he want him to stop? Did he want more? He didn't know. He was so confused. The warmth in his veins was so sweet he could taste it. A lone tear trickled down his cheek and V was staring at it, awestruck.
He gasped, his eyes widened and flickered like dark blue flames, and then he touched his lips by the tear and drank it, swallowed hard, then cussed a loud, groaning, and gritty Fuuuck, then spilt into his and collapsed on top of him.
It was quiet for a moment, their hearts beating wildly, almost competing at whose was louder.
Jungkook felt light-headed, euphoric.
He inhaled deeply, his heart began to beat a tad slower. V strained to listen, his brow furrowing. It was clear to both that the loud thuds in their ears was his.
Jungkook was pinned underneath him, completely relaxed, looking up and realized that his fingers were threaded into V's hair was light blonde, silky soft hair.
V abruptly let go and placed palms against his cheekbones.
"Holy shit."
"You remembered," V said softly and rose on his palms and kissed the tip of his nose, hovering over him.
Jungkook was staring at him in disbelief.
"My name... You said it. Best birthday present ever."
The way he enunciated ever was so sensual. He touched his forehead with his lips and then trapped his eyes with his again.
Jungkook frowned.
Jungkook was out of breath, tiny beads of sweat on his forehead, he didn't look like a blood-sucking monster. He didn't feel, right now, his body language wasn't that of a person who'd been forced into sex after being kidnapped.
He lay there, relaxed, he felt so loose, like every muscle in his body had previously been wound tight but had been liberated, sprung free. Jungkook didn't even smoke but felt like a cigarette would've been pretty fitting right now.
There you have it, he thought to himself, I've been seduced by a vampire.
"Never in my life," V said, looking at him with wonder, "We need to sleep now," he commanded and pulled Jungkook against him and flipped so that his head rested on his muscular naked chest.
He inhaled to speak, to protest, but it turned into a yawn.
Jungkook opened his mouth again but didn't have the strength or even the words and his limbs and his eyes were so heavy that he was pretty sure he couldn't move, anyway.
Suddenly he heard fabric tearing at his back and his chest sprang the rest of the way free from his now shredded top as it was removed and then his skirt was ripped off and tossed to the floor.
His naked skin was now directly against his naked skin and felt a protest bubble up but his eyelids had never been as heavy as they were right now.
Although V was directly against Jungkook's body he felt like he was being pulled deeper, almost as if he were a paperclip and he was a giant magnet. He let out a frustrated little huff but then he involuntarily nuzzled into what seemed like hot quicksand and it was enveloping him and making him even sleepier.
A little voice in his head questioned the bizarre move. He felt like a total contradiction right now. He smelled like warm butterscotch sauce and it was like he could almost taste the warm and creamy smoothness of it on his tongue and feel its sweet warmth around himself.
"Am I gonna wake up?"
Jungkook wasn't sure if that was a thought or if he'd asked aloud but then he surrendered to sleep without waiting for an answer. He closed his eyes and slid into an almost instant and deep sleep after it occurred to him, this felt like it would be a deeper sleep than he'd had in a long time.
It was, indeed, a night of deep and restful sleep but a split second after his eyes opened, his circumstances registered in bold Technicolor. He bolted upright and was instantly out of breath.
'Not a dream! How much time had passed?'
He pulled a thick comforter up under his armpits.
Seduced by a vampire?
Seriously, Jungkook?
V still there.
'In the vampire's, what, lair? But it was daylight and he was alone.'
The curtains were opened part way and the room was filled with light, Jungkook wore nothing.
He surveyed his surroundings, it was a large room dominated by a queen-sized bed with four posters and ornate ironwork. He thought of the events from last night, with his hands attached to that ironwork, white-knuckled as he got pummeled by the gorgeous monster.
Heat rose in his cheeks as he remembered how drop-dead beautiful V was and how much he'd responded to him.
At least he wasn't dead.
Yet.
On the nightstand beside him was a big glass pitcher of ice water and a drinking glass alongside, he leaned over and poured some, feeling shaky. He gulped down a full glass and then poured a second glass and looked around.
In addition to the door that he knew was an exit there were two more doors and he hoped one would lead him to a bathroom. There was a cream-coloured wingback upholstered chair beside the bed, he didn't recall that being there the night before.
Jungkook was pretty sure it had been over in the sitting area at the bottom of the bed was a fireplace and a slightly open door. He spied what looked like a robe across the bed's edge, he darted quickly and grabbed it.
Sure enough, it was a long caramel-coloured silky robe that smelled like the vampire.
'what, though; what did he smell like? Something alpha male, lilacs mixed with sugar?'
Jungkook inhaled deeply and sensed lilies and something else yet masculine.
'Was that aroma cologne or just the smell of vampire?'
Jungkook didn't know.
He felt the colour rise in his cheeks again as he saw again, in his mind, the night before and remembered the way he had responded to him.
His captor.
The vampire.
V.
'Where was the blue-eyed monster, anyway? In a coffin somewhere, hiding from the daylight? He swallowed hard and blew his hair out of his eyes. He must be under a spell. What boy in his right mind says the name of his captor in the throes of passion?'
Damn.
This didn't make any sense, even if he was a beautiful movie-star.
Jungkook never figured himself so shallow that he'd just succumb to Stockholm syndrome based on looks and an orgasm.
Okay, two orgasms.
Two orgasms that topped the list, obliterated it, even.
But this wasn't an ordinary kidnapper. It was a vampire.
V must have him under some sort of a spell, even if his eyes weren't "vacant" as he'd put it.
'If vampires were really real to play with Jungkook's brain. No, he wasn't vacant like V's other victims but that didn't mean that he wasn't doing something to his brain to make him behave so unlike his usual guarded self.'
Jungkook blew his hair out of his doe eyes and looked around as he tied the sash on the robe, his clothes, shoes and bags were gone.
He remembered that he'd ripped most of what he'd worn to shreds then he tiptoed to the big floor to ceiling window and carefully peered out, hiding behind the thick black floor-length drapes. Below was a large courtyard with a swimming pool and a spacious patio area. The window overlooked a long terrace. There was a door behind the thick drapes that opened to the terrace.
Before he could even begin to think about escaping, he needed to use a bathroom. He walked to the opened door by the fireplace and he shut the door, locking it.
The bathroom was at least the size of his living room at home, a large corner step-up whirlpool tub, separate shower, double vanity, and a little separated area with the toilet and bidet. The walls and countertop were white marble, flecked with gold and black veins. Plush black and red striped towels were piled high in the corner of the vanity beside a giant white ceramic vase filled with a bouquet of red roses.
Roses so red they were the colour of blood.
Blood.
Iciness flooded his veins at the memory of him drinking his blood.
He felt his hand reach for the bite marks on his inner thigh, his other reached for his throat, where V also bit him, he could feel both areas were slightly scabbed over.
Jungkook steepled his hands over his mouth and balanced his elbows on his knees as he sat on the toilet and again felt like his heart was in his throat as he let out a deep breath.
'What the heck do I do now?'
He heard a noise outside the door, he jumped up and turned the water on loudly. He spotted his reflection in the mirror, his eyes didn't have the darkish rings around them that he had become accustomed to seeing. His long dark hair was looking a bit wild but his cheeks were pink and rosy, the skin was moist and dewy looking.
Two orgasms.
Two orgasms that rendered every so-called orgasm he'd had before them utterly inconsequential.
Jungkook shuddered, feeling the heat rise in his face, he bit down on his bottom lip and then shook off the trance and splashed cold water over his face.
"Jungkook?"
He knew that caramel-smooth voice already, it was him, outside the door, he felt his nipples tingle in response.
'What now?'
He stood frozen for what seemed like a long time staring in the mirror with the water running and taking slow breath after slow breath. He heard a click and then the doorknob turned and opened and there he was, V moved to stand beside him.
Jungkook bit down on his tongue, remaining frozen with tension.
V was half-naked and he had a reflection in the mirror.
'Weren't vampires supposed to be invisible in a mirror?'
And the vampire was gorgeous, maybe even more gorgeous in broad daylight. He wore a pair of black gym shorts and he was glistening as he'd just worked out. He leaned over and turned the taps off, his shoulder and arm muscles ripple. Then Jungkook glanced down to his navel and his happy trail. He caught his lower lip with his top teeth and bit hard.
V was ripped like a professional athlete.
"So…" Jungkook started, looking cautiously at his reflection, his blue eyes pierced into his and awakened sensations low in his belly.
A moment passed where he stared, he could only imagine he was again trying to put him in a trance or pull him into his eyes like they were lasers that would suck him in, rendering him an assimilated drone.
No one had ever looked at him like that, so deep into his eyes.
With his dark wavy damp hair that fell in soft waves, he might have been the sexiest man he'd ever laid eyes on.
Jungkook blushed and looked at the floor briefly and then back into the mirror.
'There was no way he could ever have bedded this guy in the normal way. He'd have been too intimidated to even think about it and he was pretty sure that there would be no way he'd bother to even look at him twice.'
V turned and gently took him by the shoulders so they were facing one another. He looked his right in the eyes, lowered his chin for a beat, then nodded slowly.
"You're still lucid."
"If that's what you call this."
Jungkook felt a twinge at his touch thinking, 'and you still smell like dessert…'
"Can't say I'm disappointed," V smirked, released him and walked over to the tub and turned the taps until they sprang to life, startling him with the noise.
The vampire leaned over and opened a bottle of expensive-looking bath oil and poured some in. then walked back to where Jungkook stood and plucked the head off of two of the roses and crumpled them over the tub until petals fell in.
"Hop in," he said and motioned toward the tub.
V hit a wall switch with his palm and the ceiling opened up as skylight blinds receded and revealed blue sky punctuated with fluffy clouds, hitting another switch for the jets started going and then he left, locking the door.
He stared blankly at the tub that was filling rapidly with water, he couldn't possibly enjoy it.
Jungkook let the robe drop and climbed in, it had been ages since he'd had a bubble bath, the water, the aroma, the motion but he couldn't enjoy the lavish bubbles and the gentle waves that the tub produced.
On the other side of the door was a vampire.
A vampire that he'd had the best sex of his life with.
V's words rang in his ears, "I might have to kill you... I might have to keep you."
Jungkook cupped his hands, lowered them under the running water, over his face, blowing out a long sigh and tried to wrap his mind around this.
He seemed fascinated by the fact that he hadn't been mesmerized by him but he had to have been, as his body had betrayed him.
'Was it partial hypnosis where he had control of his body but his brain was still his? He didn't know if it was just super sex powers or what. He didn't know how to reconcile what he'd just endured.'
Kidnapped, the victim of a vampire attack, but then he'd had the best sleep he could ever remember right afterwards, cocooned by V's limbs.
It was almost as if he'd watched what was happening rather than being a participant because in his mind it was all so surreal.
Jungkook felt like he had a celestial out of body experience but felt absolutely everything at the same time, he shook his head in dismay, feeling so perplexed, not able to decipher things.
He'd only had a handful of lovers so far and wasn't typically rendered that useless in bed but had never been with anyone with skills like that, never been with someone who did those things to him, never been with someone who'd brought about those sensations in him.
Jungkook never felt so paralyzed but yet so full of sensation at the same time.
He laughed out loud at his thoughts, he sank into the bubbles and closed his eyes, listening to the water roar into the tub was calming, somehow. He tried to let his mind blank for a few moments, for a momentary breather from his reality before he resumed deconstructing last night and asking himself what was going to happen next.
'Would he be able to have a reasonable conversation with the vampire today? Would he get away or would he kill him?'
His moment alone didn't last, V was back.
Jungkook shrank as small as he could muster while he turned the taps off, his eyes were on him as he dropped his shorts and sank into the bubbles, stretching out opposite and rested his arms on the ledge on either side of him.
Damn.
So much for not looking.
That body.
He'd counted up his eight-pack before he disappeared into the suds and those eyes.
'Was it because he was a supernatural being or had he been like that as an ordinary man, too? Had he been an ordinary man who got bit or what? And how old was he? 800 years old?'
The vampire also didn't sparkle, he just looked like a male model with the most piercing light blue eyes he'd ever seen, that's all.
Jungkook wondered how much of what he knew of vampire lore was truth and how much was just fiction as he imagined having this conversation with his old friends, back before he moved here.
V studied his face for what seemed like a long time, he felt so scrutinized, so self-conscious. He was a vampire who had used some super sex hypnosis on his and screwed his brains out last night and drank his blood.
'So what now? Would he kill him? Could he convince him that he'd be no threat to him if he let him go?'
He was sitting in a whirlpool tub filled with bubbles and rose petals, one of the most romantic settings he could imagine with the most gorgeous guy, watching him stare at him with a perplexed look on his face.
The vampire picked up a petal from the water and sniffed it, continuing to look at him, "You smell better."
Jungkook flushed scarlet but refused to look away.
Moments passed and Jungkook felt increasingly uncomfortable in his skin but underneath the surface of his skin, something weird was happening inside his veins, his blood was heating up.
"Do I have two heads? Okay, well you got what you wanted, blood and fvcking, so now can you please give me my things back and let me go? Call me a cab?" he spat out, suddenly feeling anger cresting and taking over the fear.
Jungkook didn't know if challenging him was incredibly stupid or not but his tolerance had burst, V continued to stare intently, unnervingly, at him.
V shook his head at him, "Call you a cab?" his expression changed and he seemed incredulous at the very idea.
"You have my word, I wouldn't tell anyone. I don't make promises lightly. Now please."
Jungkook folds his arms and stares at V and then motioned his chin toward the door. The vampire reached into the water and touched his thigh, about to speak. He kicked at him.
"Out. I need privacy so I can get out of this tub. Go call a cab for me?"
"Go call you a cab?" he repeated his words like they were the most preposterous thing the vampire heard.
Jungkook huffed, pushing droplets of water off his face while trying to shield his nakedness, "Get out! Let's discuss this in the other room when I'm dressed. When you're dressed."
"I ran this bath for myself. You just happened to agree to hop in with me. I'm not ready to get out," he said, smirking.
Jungkook sank further under the fast-disappearing bubbles as the vampire continued to stare at him, seeming to be searching his face for something and shaking his head ever so slightly, as if bewildered.
"V!" he exclaimed and splashed water at him.
The vampire's face changed, from amused to something else, something Jungkook couldn't work out before he lunged at him, sending water over the top of the tub and onto the floor, catching his mouth and started to hungrily kiss him.
"I love how my name sounds off your tongue," he whispered huskily against his lips, "Give me that tongue…"
V had him pinned against the side of the tub as Jungkook struggled against him and tried to push him off. He splashed and sputtered as the water rose and he sank underneath him, as the vampire hoisted him up out of the tub, carrying him into the bedroom, both of them dripping wet.
Mr Sex-on-Legs carried him, his eyes full of amusement, he looked like he was enjoying every minute of this.
Jungkook squirmed and pounded his fists against his chest, "No! What's wrong with you? P-put me down. You're a fvcking barbarian!"
Suddenly, he was down on the bed. He dashed away from him and gave him the slip. He ran, sopping wet toward the door. He heard the lock thunk as if it'd been locked from the outside.
He yanked on the doorknob and let out an audible sound of exasperation.
Somehow he was already soundlessly right behind him, caging him in with his arms against the door, his hips could feel his hard cock against his lower back, "No escape," he said in a low and menacing voice and then let out a little chuckle then he picked him up as if he were his bride being carried over the threshold and headed back towards the bed.
Jungkook slapped his face, he didn't even flinch, he almost seemed like he liked it.
"Put me down, V!"
Down on the bed, he went and V was instantly on top of him, guiding him back against the cushions, caging him in with his arms once again.
"Not a barbarian; just a bloodthirsty and very horny vampire. Do you have any idea what it does to me when you say my name when I see life and fire in those chocolate-doe eyes? That slap? That just made me hotter for you because you're making me feel alive. Alive, Jungkook, for the first time in a long time."
"Don't.."
First, he was furious, then he whimpered, trying to shrink into the pillows away from him but the worst part was that it felt like his body was getting geared up for betrayal again. He could feel his cock building between his legs, a shiver ran down his spine, a tightening in his nipples
Jungkook was naked, so was he, he was on top and he could feel that he was hard. He was poised at his ass; it would take just a tiny jerk of his hips for him to be inside again.
Jungkook's brain told him to get away, his boy parts, though - they had other ideas.
V whispered, nuzzling his earlobe, "You keep saying no, but your body... Screams yes. And when I make you come, you call out my name with such passion. It makes me hard," He looked at him with eyes that were so blue, like turquoise stones beneath thick dark lashes.
"Please."
The vampire's plea touched something in Jungkook's core that he couldn't name.
It was erotic.
He felt his legs being separated wide and he swallowed hard and just waited, waited to give him whatever he wanted to take.
'What on earth was happening here? Why am I not fighting? Am I under his spell?'