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Yoongi isn’t sure what atrocities he committed in a past life to end up stranded in the middle of nowhere at the height of a storm, but they must have been pretty vile. He pulls his hood tighter around his face as he stares at the sorry excuse for a vehicle before him. He knew its time was coming to an end, but he figured it could wait until after his trip to kick the bucket. He tries to send a quick text to Namjoon to let him know he would most likely not be able to make it to the lake house tonight, but of course there’s no signal.Yoongi’s weighing his options, considering waiting it out in his car until someone drives by to help when he notices a soft light shining through the trees. There’s a house a little bit off the main road. It looks big and is almost definitely occupied if the lights are any indication. He sighs. He could either wait here in his freezing car and hope whoever stops to help isn’t going to try to murder him or he can wander over to the house and see if whoever lives there would be kind enough to help him … and also not try to murder him.His desire for warmth gets the best of him and he decides to go against everything he’s ever learned from horror movies. Choosing to live in a beautiful house in the middle of nowhere is totally not a terrifying red flag. He trudges his way through the mud, dodging the occasional low hanging branch and nearly tripping over several roots. It’s only starting to rain harder and he can feel his rain jacket soaking through. He quickly realizes he definitely chose the better option. Waiting this out in his car would have been near impossible without the heater working. The house is even more gorgeous up close. It looks incredibly old, but not in a decrepit way. It looks like something out of a movie. Its structure is solid and sound, like it was always here and always will be. The dark brick coupled with the intricate windows give it a sort of gothic feel. The windows are huge and ornate, but all of the curtains are drawn - filtering out a lot of the light shining through from inside.Yoongi takes a deep breath and walks up the front steps to knock on the massive mahogany door. He can feel his heartbeat in his throat as he waits, a million scenarios playing out in his head, each uniquely terrifying. After a couple of minutes he thinks that maybe the homeowner didn’t hear him. He considers cutting his losses and running back to his car to pray he doesn't die of hypothermia, but before he has a chance the door creaks open.It takes every ounce of self control in Yoongi’s body not to gape at the stranger in front of him. He’s nothing like what Yoongi imagined. To be fair, he didn’t exactly know what to expect, but a gorgeous twenty-something with a killer jawline was not on the list of possibilities.Whether it’s the bitter cold or his brain malfunctioning he isn’t sure but something is stopping him from forming a proper sentence. The stranger stares at him, concerned.“Are you alright?”Yoongi wants to crawl in a hole and die. He looks like a wet dog on this guy's doorstep and he can’t even find it in him to explain himself. “I um… my car broke down.” He gestures to the woods he just ventured through. “I saw your house and I didn’t… uh I didn’t want to freeze to death. I’m sorry for bothering you this late.”The stranger smiles softly, stepping aside. “Please, come in. I don’t mind at all.”That was far too easy, but Yoongi doesn’t question it too much. It’s hard to utilize your critical thinking skills when you can’t feel your fingers or toes. “Thank you.” Yoongi kicks off his soaked shoes and leaves them on the front step.There’s no getting around the awkwardness. Yoongi puts himself in his host’s position. If someone randomly showed up at his apartment in the middle of night he probably wouldn’t even open the door. He feels terrible invading a stranger’s space like this, but he honestly doesn’t seem to mind.“I’m Hoseok,” the stranger tells him as Yoongi takes off his drenched coat and hangs it up in the doorway. The inside of Hoseok’s home is even more stunning than the outside. It looks recently redone - modern and trendy but still somehow in line with the architecture of the outside. The dark marble floors should make it feel cold and empty but something about the way Hoseok has chosen to decorate makes it feel welcoming, almost overwhelmingly so.“Yoongi. Thank you again, really. I know how strange this must be.”“You would be surprised at the amount of times this has happened.”“Really?”Hoseok laughs. “No. I’m just trying to make you feel better. Really, though, it’s not a problem.”When Hoseok laughs he catches a glimpse of his teeth. Yoongi feels his blood run cold. There are two dangerously sharp fangs where his incisors should be. Just his luck that he would wander into a vampire’s house in the middle of the night. Yoongi tries to calm his thoughts and not jump to conclusions. He knows he has no real reason to be scared. Hoseok seems very nice. He thinks about the vampire Namjoon briefly dated a few years back and tries to remind himself that most would never intentionally hurt anyone.Hoseok must sense his unease because he takes a step back allowing Yoongi some space. Yoongi feels a pang of guilt in his chest. He really isn’t all that scared, more curious than anything. He doesn’t want Hoseok to feel like he has to apologize for who he is just because Yoongi’s never been this close to a vampire before.“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to look scared. I-I’m not — I haven’t known many vampires. I was just surprised.” Hoseok smirks. “I don’t bite. Unless you want me to, of course.”Yoongi feels his face heat up. Of course, Hoseok’s just joking, trying to break the ice but he doesn’t know how to respond to that. “I um …”“Relax. I'm kidding. Do you want tea? You’re still shivering.”Yoongi lets out a shaky breath. He had completely forgotten about how cold he is. “Please.”He follows Hoseok to the kitchen where he busies himself with the kettle.“I haven’t used this in forever,” Hoseok tells him, “So I apologize if it takes me a moment to recall.”“I can just make it if you’d like,” Yoongi offers.Hoseok waves him off. “Of course not. You’re my guest.”It doesn’t take Hoseok long at all and Yoongi is grateful for it because by the time the tea is ready he feels the cold setting into his bones. He really hopes he doesn’t get sick.They migrate to the living room where Yoongi takes a seat in the loveseat closest to the fire while Hoseok sits in the chair across from him, continuing to keep a safe distance between them despite the room next to Yoongi on the small couch.“Thank you for the tea, and I’m really sorry if I made you uncomfortable earlier. I didn’t mean to jump to conclusions.”Hoseok looks confused. “Yoongi-ssi you did nothing wrong. I wasn’t offended in the slightest.”Yoongi frowns down at his cup, nodding. “I appreciate your hospitality.”Hoseok opens his mouth to say something but a crack of thunder booms outside, the lighting strike close enough to shake the house. Yoongi startles, the teacup slipping out of his hands and crashing onto the marble floor. He watches in horror as the dark liquid sloshes around the collection of shards. It was such a beautiful cup. It looked like it could be a hundred years old. It probably was a hundred years old. Not only has Yoongi invaded this poor man’s personal space now he’s gone and destroyed what was probably a century old heirloom.“I’m so so sorry.” Yoongi sinks to his knees and quickly gathers the porcelain pieces, setting them on the small coffee table between them. Just when he thinks things couldn’t possibly get any worse he knicks himself on one of the pieces, a small cut on his thumb.They both freeze, watching the blood trickle onto Yoongi’s palm, and then the floor. After a moment Hoseok stands abruptly and rushes to the kitchen, returning with a handful of napkins. He kneels beside Yoongi, gingerly taking his hand into his own. He wipes the blood away, careful not to touch the small cut. He then uses the rest of the napkins to clean up the spilled tea.Yoongi sits there stunned as Hoseok finishes cleaning up, discarding the dirty napkins and broken pieces of teacup. He didn’t even ask if he could taste Yoongi’s blood. It was what seemed like the perfect opportunity and a simple solution to cleaning up the mess but it was like he didn’t even want to. Did Yoongi smell bad? Was Hoseok afraid that one taste wouldn’t be enough and he wouldn’t be able to stop? “Are you okay?” Hoseok asks, returning to his chair across from Yoongi.Yoongi clears his throat and stands, sliding back into his own seat. “Yes. Sorry, I can’t believe I did that.”Hoseok smiles fondly, “It’s alright, really.”“I … Why didn’t you ask if you could taste my blood? I don’t know if that’s a weird question to ask. I just … did it smell weird?” Yoongi mentally kicks himself as soon as it comes out of his mouth. He’s genuinely curious but he feels like he’s overstepped a boundary.Hoseok lets out a little chuckle. “Yoongi-ssi.” Yoongi looks up, meeting Hoseok’s heavy gaze. “You smell delectable. Just from smelling a few drops I could tell that your blood is sweeter than any I have ever tasted, but I have manners . I wouldn’t want to scare you or worse hurt you in any way.”Yoongi’s face heats up again. Suddenly his clothes feel uncomfortably tight where they stick to his damp skin. He feels claustrophobic in his own body, under Hoseok’s gaze. He thinks about what Hoseok’s tongue would feel like flicking away the blood on his hand, how it might feel to have those deadly fangs piece the sensitive skin of his neck. Suddenly he can’t think about anything else.“Would you want to try it?” He’s surprised at how steady his voice sounds when he feels like he’s vibrating head to toe.Hoseok’s eyes darken. “Have you ever been bitten?”Yoongi shakes his head, mouth suddenly too dry to form words.Hoseok glides over to him, taking a seat next to him on the loveseat. They’re closer than ever now and Yoongi can smell the sharpness of Hoseok’s perfume for the first time. It's opulent and dark, like the rest of him. Yoongi’s breath hitches as Hoseok’s hand gently caresses the side of his neck. If he hadn’t given away his interest before he definitely has now. He knows how flustered he looks, he can feel his cheeks heating up under the vampire’s gaze. “It’s entirely up to you, Yoongi-ssi. I’m not one to feed on strangers, but if you’re offering?”He doesn’t know what to say, quite honestly. If he were watching this play out from someone else's perspective he would be screaming at himself to run. He didn’t have much experience with vampires but he knows that letting someone you just met feed off of you is a terrible idea - and yet he doesn’t feel apprehensive in the slightest. If anything he feels anticipation, want . He wants Hoseok . He wants to feel his fangs sink into his skin, the ecstasy of his venom. He wants to trust him. He wants to believe that he has no intention of hurting him, that they’ll take care of eachother.Yoongi searches Hoseok’s eyes for any flicker of deception or malice. As if reading his mind Hoseok leans back, allowing him space to breathe, think it over. Truthfully, Yoongi doesn’t need it. He knows what he wants. “I …” He lets out a shuddering breath. “I want this.”“What do you want, Yoongi-ssi?” Hoseok leans in again, cold eyes raking over Yoongi’s form.“I want you to feed off of me.”A gentle smile pulls across Hoseok’s face and Yoongi feels the tension in his jaw release, any leftover anxiety leaving his body. “I would be delighted to.” Hoseok tilts Yoongi’s chin up, icy fingers a shock on his hot face, “Now, I want this to be as enjoyable for you as possible. Is this okay?” Hoseok’s eyes are fixated on his lips and Yoongi assumes he’s asking for permission to kiss him. Yoongi nods, dazed, astounded by the effect Hoseok has on him - how someone he doesn’t know at all can bring him to his knees like this. The man before him is just so charismatic, so full of life for someone so … well technically deceased, so hot despite the chill of his touch.Yoongi’s eyes flutter shut as Hoseok closes the space between them. The kiss is slow and sweet, a sharp contrast to the heavy heat that hangs in the air around them. Hoseok takes his time with him, languidly running his tongue against Yoongi’s bottom lip as if to make up for the splitting pace they have been moving at thus far. Yoongi’s hands drift, finding themselves tangled in Hoseok’s dark hair, effectively destroying his perfect styling. When he slides his tongue into Hoseok’s mouth he feels the sharp edge of his fangs. The reminder of what they’re about to do sends a shiver down his spine.He feels arousal pool in his belly, in the deep low place where hunger makes you ache. He’s heating up, flushed with want to a level that should be embarrassing. The spiking temperature of his skin makes Hoseok’s frigid touch shocking when he brushes his fingertips across Yoongi’s face, cupping his cheek.“So warm,” Hoseok mutters, pulling back to kiss along Yoongi’s jaw.Yoongi does his best to mute the dissenting voice in the back of his mind as Hoseok’s lips flutter over his neck. He feels his tongue flick over a sensitive spot and imagines what it will be like when his fangs replace his tongue, how his warm blood will feel trickling down his neck, how he’ll feel when the chemicals excreted by Hoseok’s fangs rush through his veins. They’re meant to calm prey while the vampire is feeding. He’s heard that it feels heavenly, being bitten, well worth the tenderness that comes after.“Follow me,” Hoseok murmurs.Yoongi obeys, following him down several winding hallways to Hoseok’s bedroom. It’s just as ornate as the rest of the house. Yoongi wanders awkwardly, taking in the room.“You’ve never been bitten before, correct?” Hoseok asks, gesturing for Yoongi to take a seat on his bed. “I haven’t.”Hoseok’s lips quirk up into a smile.“Are you nervous?”“No.” It’s the truth. Yoongi knows he should be at least a little bit nervous but if anything he’s a little bit jittery with anticipation. He wants this, wants Hoseok .“Good.” Hoseok sits on the bed next to him. “Feeding can be rather intimate. In my opinion this intimacy only adds to the experience. However, if at any point you want to stop we will stop.”Yoongi nods, throat too tight to say anything. Then they’re kissing again. Yoongi isn’t quite sure for how long; time seems to be slipping away from him. Somehow they get tangled up in eachother, naked and hot. Well, Yoongi is hot. Hoseok’s temperature hasn’t changed and his cool body pressed up against Yoongi’s only makes him sweat more. It’s a new but welcome sensation. Yoongi gasps when a cold hand finds its way to his cock. Hoseok glides his hand up and down Yoongi’s shaft as he presses gentle kisses down his neck. “Is this alright?” he murmurs in Yoongi’s ear.Yoongi nods and slips his hand down between them to return the favor. “Y-yes.”“So pretty,” Hoseok praises. “You smell so good. Are you ready for me to taste?”“Fuck,” Yoongi groans. “Yeah. Please.”Yoongi doesn’t understand why he’s so eager to be bitten. It must be some kind of pheromone Hoseok is releasing but he feels like if Hoseok doesn’t sink his teeth into him soon he might die.“I’m going to start with your arm, is that ok?”Yoongi nods and Hoseok uses his free hand to gingerly hold Yoongi’s forearm. He continues stroking him as he sinks his teeth into Yoongi’s wrist. The sensation is indescribable.He feels the sharp pinch of Hoseok’s fangs first, but almost immediately he can feel Hoseok’s venom flowing into his veins as his blood flows out, causing a rush of euphoria to course through his body. A tingling radiates from the bite to the rest of his body. It’s an all encompassing warmth that makes his eyelids droop and his bones feel heavy. He thinks for a moment about the evolutionary purpose of a vampire's venom and how it’s meant to make him crave the bite that could kill him. He can’t think about it too hard though, not hard enough to change his mind because his thoughts are moving slower than molasses now and all he wants is more more more.Hoseok pulls back, removing his fangs from Yoongi’s wrist. Just as quickly as the tingling sensation began, it ends, leaving Yoongi impossibly horny and unsatisfied. This is dangerous . He shouldn't want to be at Hoseok’s mercy like this, but feeling completely powerless at the will of this near stranger is exhilarating.Crimson liquid dribbles out of the two crescent shaped marks on his wrist. “Gorgeous,” Hoseok whispers, running his tongue over the tender skin, lapping up the rest of his blood. Yoongi pants, trying desperately to keep his breathing under control. “Taste good?”Hoseok groans somewhere deep and low in his throat. “Perfect.”Hoseok releases his grip on Yoongi’s cock and begins a trail of kisses from his neck, down his tummy, leaving behind a bloody trail of kiss marks, like lipstick in an old cartoon. Hoseok slips a hand under Yoongi’s soft thigh, lifting it up until his knee is pressed against his chest. Yoongi flushes, embarrassed at being so exposed like this.“Can I taste you here?” Hoseok looks up with heavy lidded eyes, his lips stained red with Yoongi’s blood. Like this, Yoongi could deny him nothing.He nods. “Please.”Hoseok dips his head between Yoongi’s legs, and licks a slow stripe over his rim, relishing in the way his breath hitches.“Aha,” Yoongi responds, hands grasping at the sheets then Hoseok’s dark hair.Hoseok licks delicate circles around his quivering hole as Yoongi gasps and shakes shamelessly below him. Just as he’s on the brink of overstimulation, squirming under the touch of the vampire’s wicked tongue, Hoseok stands up, leaving Yoongi strung out and aching on his bed.When he returns he has a small bottle of lube and a smug grin. Yoogi’s head drops back against the pillows in feigned exasperation. “You’re going to kill me, Hoseok-ssi.”“Hyung,” he corrects.Yoongi wants to argue, Hoseok looks younger than him but his confidence in his correction makes Yoongi think that he must be a lot older than he appears.Hoseok closes in on him again, sliding between his legs. He slides his hands up Yoongi’s thighs and squeezes gently, sending a shiver up his spine. He pushes his legs open further, granting himself access. Yoongi closes his eyes in anticipation, licking his lips. He hears the pop of the lube bottle followed by the sensation of one wet finger, delicately pressing against his hole. Hoseok rubs small circles around his rim, mimicking the movements he made earlier with his tongue before sliding in one digit.Yoongi hears himself let out an embarrassing whine.“I’m going to drink from your thigh now, is that okay?”Yoongi nods, only able to focus on the feeling of Hoseok’s finger brushing against his prostate with every stroke. It’s effortless, like he’s had hundreds of years of practice. Hoseok adds more lube and another finger before leaning down to suck a bruise into the soft flesh of Yoongi’s thigh. Hoseok gets down a rhythm, curling his fingers inside of Yoongi, never failing to fuck him exactly where he needs it. It’s overwhelming, Hoseok’s expertise. He’s never been with someone so … competent. He supposes it's a positive result of the whole immortal thing.“Fuck. Hoseok-hyung. Stop, I’m gonna come so fast.” Yoongi throws an arm up over his face in an attempt to hide how debauched he feels. Just as Yoongi starts to feel his orgasm bubble up, Hoseok sinks his teeth into his thigh. The rush of pleasure combined with the sharp sting is enough to send Yoongi over the edge, spilling all over his own stomach. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he whines as Hoseok unlatches from his leg and pulls his fingers out of him, leaving Yoongi feeling empty and fucked out.They both watch as a trail of blood dribbles down Yoongi’s thigh. He has to admit the contrast of bright red against his pale leg is quite a sight.Hoseok sighs blissfully as he cleans up the rest of the blood with his tongue and moves then to clean up Yoongi’s cum the same way too.“So good,” he coos. “Can you handle one more bite?”Yoongi nods, weak from his orgasm but not blood loss. Hoseok leans down to kiss him again and when they connect Yoongi can taste the sharp metallic taste of his own blood. It shouldn’t be turning him on as much as it is but he’s well past feeling any kind of shame about this situation.Hoseok straddles Yoongi’s waist and sucks another bruise just below his ear. Yoongi shudders thinking about how visible the hickey and the eventual bite mark will be tomorrow when he finally makes it to the cabin. Will his friends question him? He can’t find it in him to care. Yoongi snakes his hand down between them and strokes Hoseok’s neglected cock. Hoseok gasps and gently nips at Yoongi’s ear, his fangs catching on the human’s silver earrings. Yoongi does his best to stay focused on the task at hand but Hoseok’s sweet moans and the threat of another bite are making his head spin.“Good boy,” Hoseok praises, flipping them over so that Yoongi is on top. He continues, and they fall into rhythm, Hoseok fucking up into Yoongi’s hand. As Hoseok gets closer and closer to his climax Yoongi can see the hunger in his eyes grow, the bloodlust. His breaths get more shallow as he fucks harder and Yoongi’s grip tightens. Hoseok grabs a fistfull of hair at the back of Yoongi’s head and pulls him down so that he has access to his jugular. His teeth punch through Yoongi’s sensitive skin and the sensation is much more intense than before. Yoongi is vaguely aware of Hoseok coming all over his hand but his body is tingling and his limbs are so heavy that he can’t move. When Hoseok releases him and all of the sensation comes rushing back to his body, Yoongi flops down next to him, completely exhausted. Hoseok smiles and pets his hair, pushing a few sweaty strands out of his face. Yoongi thinks briefly that he’ll have to make a pit stop at Hoseok’s on his way back from the trip. After all, if he really does taste as good as Hoseok says then who is he to deny him a tasty treat?