𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒅 , 𝒉𝒐𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒙 𝒐𝒇 a forgotten love stays burning into a liquid mind , seeping pretty venom into already warped veins to melt with the sweetened blood that continues to linger there . if the pictures and notebooks that linger about a now abandoned apartment are anything to go off of , one would say that , once upon a time , he had potential —- a political science major with a minor in film . an intellectual and a creative wrapped up in one pretty package . now , all a beautifully hazy mind knows is the silk in his hand and the hand in his hair , head tilted back to chase the fingertips that have already become familiar . throat exposed in a way that his survival instincts , if he had any left , would tell him is dangerous , given who ( what ) he’s with . if a little thing like him had any fight or flight instincts at all ( or if he cared ) , he wouldn’t be in this situation to begin with , but he doesn’t mind , being played with like the prey that his former love had first made him out to be .
long lashes flutter and a pleading sort of whine leaves bloody petals as a shiver wracks a small frame , heightened senses playing against him to have him squirming in his seat , an enigmatic blush glowing like strawberry fields on the apples of his cheeks . ❛ s’not fair , ❜ he gasps as the ghost of baekho’s lips draws away from his ear , leaving him already missing the candied compliments that fell from them . ❛ not fair ! ❜ voice raises in pitch , a bratty petulance leaking onto his tongue and coating each syllable . a sniffle , curly locks falling into his face again , untamed no matter how many times they’re brushed back . ❛ sukkie does keep his promises ! promise he does , so —- so you have to keep promises too ! you have to give sukkie what he wants and —- um , sukkie wants you to call him cute , and more food , and , um , a - and more touches . ❜ the last part is whispered , and his body spares another little shiver at the mere thought of the hand in his hair , the breath ghosting at his ear ; he wears sensitivity like a second skin .
❛ you —- you said ! m’you said good boys don’t —- they don’t , mmph , talk with their mouths full , a - and sukkie —- ❜ sentence left abandoned as oddly coloured eyes remain fixed on the bit of blood that stains baekho’s thumb , bambi eyes too wide for his face , fluttering in a hazy fit of want . a desperate whimper threatens to escape his throat , half tempted to lean forward and take the bloodstained digit in his mouth , and he just barely manages to swallow the tail end of it down . ❛ m’not messy . sukkie’s fangs jus’ —- they jus’ don’t fit in his mouth , so sometimes , um , little bit of blood spills . ❜ a hiccup , the newfound weight of baekho’s arm upon his shoulders much more welcoming than the unsettling weight of his meal had been . ❛ but did ‘m best not to spill ! um , said sukkie would be good if he finished , so did , ‘m did , and —- ❜ broken sort of cry finally breaks free from the prison bars that make up a ribcage , hand on his knee settling the tantrum bubbling in his chest and bringing it forward all at once . feet kick at the underside of the booth a bit harder , thuds growing louder even despite being scolded . still , leans forward , into the touch of the other , starry eyes glossy with tears , sparkling with the neon lights of the club . ❛ sukkie is —- sukkie is full now , no more blood for sukkie , no more , but he still —- sukkie still wants ! jus’ don’t know what ! how does sukkie arc – arcticumlate —- ❜ articulate , fangs catch on his tongue , he fumbles over the word . ❛ —- something he doesn’t know ? ❜ fingers twitch where they clutch silk , he wriggles in his seat , uncomfortable , inching just a bit closer to the elder . ❛ mmph . ❜
here , in this moment , with this small thing , it is so e a s y . to let the shutters fall away from his eyes . to shed the skin of the perfectly docile vampire that he wears for the humans . he draws them in , otherworldly and beautiful and , yet , tame enough to trust . a veneer of hidden softness . he dulls his edges enough that the humans pour in for their taste of the wild side and feel like they are special . that they can waltz among monsters and come out relatively unscathed . as if their continued survival is a mark of their courage and not a sign of his own M E R C Y , as if it was of their own volition and not because nothing happens without baekho’s say so . but play acting at softness gets dull where a troublemaker of a predator made willing does not . not when his instincts should be screaming , telling him he knows better , and yet this small thing burrows closer to baekho anyways . it’s more than mere human ignorance . it’s the thrill of choice and sukkie chose t h i s .
the noises that he could still hear from the dance floor fell to the wayside , as if it all else falls silent in anticipation , everything around them also straining to hear the soft little whines spilling from those pretty pink lips . his honey eyes , pupils blown wide , flicker to that smart mouth , giving a passing thought to what it would be like to duck his head and d r i n k the sound from his lips . ❝ oh , we’re talking about fairness now ? ❞ baekho says , humor coloring his tone as his fingers continued to play with the other’s hair . ❝ fairness and promises . such heavy concepts . well then , i promise you that i am indeed a man of my word -- ❞ his tongue traces the inside of his teeth , feeling it’s sharpness , as he bites back a loud , genuine laugh . ❝ and in all fairness , i will provide everything that you are asking for . those were the agreed upon terms . you can eat whenever you want . and i’ll be sure to remind you of how stunning you are . . . ❞ his fingers leave the boy’s hair , fingertips gently chasing the shiver down his neck and tracing the line of his jaw , mouth splitting into a sharklike grin as his voice takes on a huskier quality . ❝ that last request , i’m afraid i’ll need some help with . i believe you’ll need to tell me where exactly my touches are wanted . ❞
baekho follows the abrupt end of the sentence to the movement of sukkie’s eyes tracking his own fingers , and some form of satisfaction curls in his stomach at the sight . ❝ i see . so it’s not your fault for being messy , is it ? you’re a good boy and you tried your best . ❞ he hummed , the agreement and praise falling freely from his tongue . ❝ and good boys get rewarded , don’t they ? ❞ baekho feels it , the way the boy is trying to melt into his side , and acts upon it . he ignores that sukkie ignores his command , not faulting the boy after that cry left those lips , and tightens his grip on the boy’s leg , using it to swing sukkie’s leg over his own . the arm around his shoulders helps to bring the boy fully into his lap , sukkie’s thighs bracketing him . ❝ there . saves my booths a bit of trouble . and you look very cute from down here . multiple benefits to this . ❞ he teases , one hand staying at the boy’s knee and the other coming up to curl around sukkie’s neck , careful not to smear the blood still clinging to the digits . ❝ now , we can talk this out a bit more , hm ? you did what i asked and finished all your food and now it’s your turn to ask something of me . all that want . . . ❞ he smiled , slow and almost lazy as he sunk further into the vinyl of the seat , settling in . ❝ yet no outlet . how shall i help you then ? like this ? ❞ his hand slid up from sukkie’s knee , open palmed , and smoothing it’s way up the expanse of his thigh to settle at his hip . ❝ or like this . . . ? ❞ his thumb brushes against sukkie’s bottom lip , an offer and an invitation , daring the younger vampire to act upon his impulses . ❝ anything you want from me , sukkie . all you have to do it a s k . ❞
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