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Song Jin-Jae Veritas

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masonmaneo​:

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J was already breathless before their lips met, only because he knew what was to come when Mason was like this. He closed his eyes, looping his arms back around his neck. Part of him wasn’t surprised when he felt the other’s hands part his cheeks, and that thumb rubbing against him. He was already weak to his knees, his body shuddering under his touch, and his hole clenching around nothing. He moans around his tongue, and can’t help but to cling closer to the other. His body aches for more. 

“Unfair,” he whispered against his lips, kissing him again. “I’ve been a good little fox for you, and you won’t let me come,” he muttered, nipping at the other’s lips this time. “You get me all riled up, just to leave me like this. You know I won’t be able to resist you throughout breakfast if you leave me like this, or we fool around and you don’t let me come...” he murmured, pulling back to pout. “Can’t you be nice to me today and let me come on your cock, baby?” he purred, being just as teasing by bringing his hands down, slipping them under the fabric of the other’s boxers. He took a hold of his cock, smirking, as he pulled back to look him in the eyes. “Because I can tease just as much as you.” 

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kittymaneo​:

Kitty hated seeing his fellow gumiho and favorite hyung look this upset. He could only imagine the situation J had stumbled into carrying feelings for someone destined not to love him back. Kitty would break down if Joon started dating someone else. He placed one of his paws on Jinnie’s cheek just to make sure that he had the other’s attention. “No matter what happens I’ll always be here for you okay hyung? I love Jae and Kiha both but you matter to me the most.” Kitty had had sex with all three of them at some point, hell, he had even dated Kiha for a whole month but Jinnie was one of his best friends and hunting partner. “I just want you happy and Mason makes you happy….” he replied softly. Sex or not. Kitty could see how special their relationship was. He just hoped that some day J would see it too.

His giggle rang through the living room as Kitty cooed and nuzzled J back. “Fine,” he whined. “We can kiss later, but that’s it mister.” The small gumiho crawled off J’s lap and flopped back down on to the couch. “Yeah, I don’t like cold heart. I just hope it microwaves well enough.” 

J smiled, pecking a small kiss to the other gumiho’s cheek. He appreciated the other completely for letting him talk through everything, and most of all, appreciated the other for supporting him. He decided not to comment on the Mason comment, because they wouldn’t agree. Kitty thought there was more to their relationship. J didn’t think there was at all. Given, Mason did make J happy, so Kitty did have a point. “Kisses now and later,” he teased the other gumiho, sneaking in a small peck to the other’s lips as if to prove his point. 

Shifting a bit, the other decided to let his own ears and tail pop out. He didn’t let many see them, unlike Kitty. Not that J wasn’t comfortable with the ears and tail he could sport, no. He just found it much easier to exist among humans and the alike to just appear more human. But with Kitty? He wasn’t worried at all about that. His little tuffs of black ears and his fluffy tail made him feel closer to his gumiho self. His ears twitched and his tail swayed at the chance to finally be out, before he stood. “It microwaves just fine. 30 second intervals, and you got a warm tasty heart. I’ve done it before for take out,” he hummed, hopping up. He made a point to make sure his tail touched Kitty in the face, before he grabbed the bag. “I’ll be right back,” he reassured softly, moving towards the kitchen to grab a plate. He plopped the two hears on the plate, sticking them in the microwave for 30 seconds. 

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maneoxdaehwa​:

This entire conversation was going to be the death of Dae if J kept looking at him like that. Blessed moons if he didn’t already think the smaller man was cute, but seeing him downright coo over him being a blushing fool didn’t make J more attractive to the wolf’s soft heart. The more he thought about all of his past crushes on other men the more Dae realized he really did have a type that J seemed to fit. Small, cute, soft, delicate. “I’m trying not to be,” he replied as he awkwardly set his large hands in his lap. Now that his hands were removed from his face, Dae was having trouble and figuring out where to look that was anywhere but the other’s face. “If it was just sex I would have had sex years ago,” he mumbled, “but I think I’d rather have something more gentle. I just don’t…want to hurt you.” Really his size and werewolf strength were all in control for now, but the wolf had no idea what would happen to that control once he started something with another. 

“I guess that sounds okay. Can’t promise it won’t be awkward as hell, but you’re the professional. You can tell me if something isn’t right, right?” After all that was why he had sought out J after meeting him at the bar. Now that they were getting down to discussing payment, Dae wished he had bought a coffee or tea just to give himself something to fill his shy pauses with. “I promise I’m not like that,” he said. “I’m asking for help…for your expertise of course I will pay. I’m sorry that’s happened enough times that you have to ask up front now. People these days are horrible.” Dae’s blush came back in full force and he swallowed nervously. “Well my roommate is out today and I wasn’t planning on going into to work, so I guess I’m free now? No time like the present?” 

J nodded. He understood. It wasn’t just sex to a lot of people. A lot of people tended to lean towards the fact that you could have an emotional connection with a person. A romantic connection. Something that J had never had any interest with, especially given his job. If he fell in love with every client, well, he’d be heartbroken too many times to count. He’d also be broke, too. He couldn’t be choosey with clients, sometimes. He was actually kind of grateful that his current client was cute and, as far as the gumiho could tell, sweet. It would make it easy for a relaxed time. “You won’t hurt me,” he reassured softly, brushing a bit of hair out of his eyes. “Promise. No matter how hard you go, it isn’t going to hurt me. And I’d let you know if it did. But gentle, I can do. We can do that,” he reassured softly, taking one last sip of his drink before pushing it officially to the side. 

“I’ll always tell you when something isn’t right,” he added, sending a comforting smile to the other. No time like the present, rung in J’s head, and he smiled. Now was the time that he usually began to get giddy. And he was giddy. Now was the time that he got to kick himself into play, and now was the time that he did his job-- the only job he knew how to do well. “Just lead the way, love, I’ll follow and we can get started,” he hummed, “I’m finished with my coffee, so whenever you’re ready, lead the way,” he smiled again, a bit softer than usual. The other wanted gentle, loving, and soft. He could give that to him. He was meant to cater to his client’s needs, after all. So, he’d cater. 

[lijunxcc]

Bad at Love

@maneoxjsong

As Minseok stepped over the threshold of his third bar of the night, the heavy scent of sweat, cigarettes and pheromones flooded his senses. It wasn’t his favorite club to hit up out of his usual options, but he’d struck out at the last two he’d been at in finding someone worth taking home and he was at the point in his night where his standards were negotiable if the pockets were deep enough. With Equinox still closed for repairs following the attack and his “day job” put on hold, Minseok had found himself with a surplus of free time to fill and an increased need to take on more clients. Not just to keep up on paying the rent for his apartment without his steady stream of tips, but to continue meeting his quota to help earn more money to get Invictus up and running again. With Sunrise also still out of commission and most of his fellow members still maintaining a low profile, Minseok couldn’t afford to relax and enjoy some time off; as seedy as it could be, his job was a necessary one and the risks were worth the reward.

Nodding familiarly at the bouncer as he passed by the man, Minseok immediately weaved his way towards the bar. Placing himself strategically on a stool that allowed him to canvas the entire dance floor and booths throughout the establishment, he waved a hand to flag down the bartender and let his gaze roam over the crowd as he waited for his turn to order. Being at a bar within the neutral zone meant more humans thrown into the mix of his potential victim pool and while they tended to be easier to con into bed, Minseok rarely went home satisfied. He was definitely going to need alcohol if he wanted any chance of retaining enough patience to put up with the inevitable lousy sex and make up for the measly amount of energy he’d get out of a transaction with a human. If he wasn’t going to get high from sexual energy, alcohol was a good enough substitute. Flashing the bartender a charming smile when she finally made her way to his end of the bar, Minseok placed his order and leaned an arm against the bar as he waited for his drink.

The second she set it in front of him, Minseok curled his fingers around the glass, nodding his head in thanks as he took a sip and turned back to the crowd. Even in the dim lighting, nobody he let his gaze pass over looked promising. It was a younger crowd for the most part, with only a handful of patrons dotting the mass of bodies appearing as though they might have enough money on them to make it worth his while. Heaving out a sigh, he downed it in one go, ignoring the burn as alcohol coated his throat. Head bobbing subconsciously to the addictive beat of the music, Minseok caught sight of someone in the crowd that had potential. Sporting a confident smirk when he caught their eye, he did his best to draw their interest from afar. If they took the bait from across the room, it’d be easy to seal the deal once he made his way over to them. Unsubtle in the way his eyes drunk the stranger in from head to toe, tip of his tongue dragging along his bottom lip and a quirk of an eyebrow; it didn’t take much to make his interest known.

“Can I get you another drink?”

The bartender’s voice cut through his focus, distracting him from his task momentarily. He glanced over his shoulder at her and gave her a quick nod and a rushed “sure, thanks” before returning his attention to his target. However, rather than finding the human he hoped to seduce for the night, Minseok’s gaze landed on a familiar face – one he’d hoped he wouldn’t have to see again; Jinjae. After their breakup, he had managed to successfully avoid the other as much as possible whenever he had shifts at Equinox and with the bar’s closure, he hadn’t seen the blonde around in weeks. Before he had the chance to shift his gaze and turn around to avoid any interaction, Minseok locked eyes with him. While it was no more than a fleeting moment of eye contact, it was long enough for him to see the recognition filter into the other male’s expression.

Groaning exasperatedly, Minseok turned around abruptly, focusing his attention on the bartender as she set down his second drink. “You might as well give me the whole bottle,” He muttered, fingers digging in the pocket of his jacket for his cigarettes and lighter. Bringing a fresh one to his lips and lighting it, Minseok inhaled deeply and let the smoke filter out in a pained sigh, “I’m gonna need it.”

[maneoxjsong]

J was already a bit high and buzzed by the time that he made it to the dance floor. He felt good. But not good enough, of course. He never felt good enough. He only ever felt good enough when someone was rocking their hips into him. But, his stamina wasn’t the highest, so he had to opt for drugs and alcohol to deal with his cravings. And well, clubbing. At least when he was at the club, he could find a pretty boy or girl to take home with him.

Tonight’s pretty boy or girl had yet to be picked out yet. After snorting a line of coke, and drinking at least two drinks already, J had been unsuccessful in his search. That didn’t mean he was going to give up. He swayed a bit, dancing along side a particularly cute human. But the human was showing more interest in someone else-- someone across the place. He frowned, deciding to take a look of who this person was. Just at the same time, his eyes caught sight of the person, they met eyes. Minseok.  

Minseok was a person that J wished he didn’t remember. Not that he was particularly... bad or anything. No, the guy had been pretty sweet to him. J had just been too young to care, and still didn’t care. It was his first and only attempt at being in a relationship. Still, after all the time, the other was still attractive. Which was what really caught his eye. His thoughts were too fuzzy to really process that what he was about to do was a bit, stupid. They didn’t even end on good terms. J had cheated. Did he regret it? Not really. Which is what made it even worst with what J was about to do. 

He began to make his way over to Minseok. He’d use the excuse of another drink in his favor. Which, he did, in fact. He stopped at the bar, right beside the man of the night, before ordering a couple shots-- all for himself. Then, his eyes turned to Minseok. He flashed him a smile, friendly enough, despite the bad terms they were left on. “You look lonely,” he said simply, tilting his head to the side. “My own meal of the night was a little too interested in you,” he sighed, glancing over to the human, who had occupied themselves with someone else now. “Looks like we both lost him.” 

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maneojaehyun​:

There was a time in his life where Jaehyun was convinced that love isn’t something he would ever have in his life. He deemed himself a monster who was unworthy of it yet as the years passed by the vampire found himself craving for it. The countless of one night stands and hookups with friends became his poison. Then Kiha came into his life and the dryad became his top priority. Jaehyun was so head over heels with him that he failed to notice how he was hurting J.

Jaehyun shook his head as he burrowed his cheeks against the warmth of J’s palm. “No. It’s not okay. How can you allow me to hurt you like this?” A few tears fell from his eyes when he met J’s brown orbs. “Jinjae, listen to me.” Jae muttered as he took J’s hand that was resting on his cheek and peppered kisses on it. “That’s how you are supposed to be treated every single time.” Casting his eyes downwards Jaehyun reminisced about the months where he was J’s friend. “You know how you’re the moon to my sun? You should always be worshipped like the moon, J.” 

A sigh left Jaehyun’s lips as more tears fell from the gumiho’s eyes. He cautiously wiped away those tears and caressed J’s cheek. “You shouldn’t love me, J. You should hate me for hurting you for so long especially now that…” Jae sighed thinking of the demon that was residing inside him. “I’ve missed you too J. Kiha does too. I can see the sadness in his eyes when you brush him away. Don’t be a stranger to Kiha because when I finally get rid of Azzazith, Kiha will need you and-” The vampire bit his lip, looking into J’s eyes. It took him awhile but the prospect of dying didn’t scare him that much anymore. Jaehyun just had to make sure that Kiha, J, and the rest of his family will be fine without him. “When that happens, I’m sure he could help you too.” 

The vampire took J’s hand and pressed a soft kiss on it. “I love you, J but I’m sorry it’s not in the way you love me.”

Even now, Jae was being sweet. The little kisses to his hands, the way he talked, it made his heart ache more. He was the first man--person--to treat him like this. As something other than just for sex. How could he have not fallen in love? “I didn’t want to lose you, and I didn’t... I don’t know. I just, thought it’s what right. What I deserve,” he admitted softly, “I was okay with not being in a relationship with you. I’m still okay with it. It just hurts because feelings aren’t returned like that, and I just... didn’t want to ever even tell,” he sniffled, leaning into his hand as his cheek was caressed.

At the mention of Jae’s passing though, J frowned. His sad eyes narrowed, a bit in anger that Jae would say such a thing. “We won’t need each other when you get rid of Azzazith because you will be right here,” he muttered, swatting his hand lightly. “You’re not dying. Got it? And Azzazith isn’t getting rid of you either, whatever the fuck he says about that bullshit,” he muttered, shaking his head. He took a deep breath, wiping away the rest of his tears. 

“I wish... we had more time together before all this happened,” he whispered softly, giving the other hands a small squeeze. He sniffled, willing the tears to go away because he hated crying. It showed weakness. And sometimes, he just felt like the abuse would come again, when he started crying, just like when he was kid. He didn’t mention that to anyone ever, though. He reached into his pocket, grabbing the necklace with the little sun pendant on it. He looked to Jae, holding it out gently for him. “Wear this again? I don’t want anyone else to wear it.” 

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maneoxjoon​:

             Joon, who knew well that J and Kitty were close, adjusted his thing on the table as he gave little to no attention to the others huffs and puffs. The younger ones always saw him only as this stuck up old creature, however they missed to see a lot more of him since they missed the basics of manners. At times Alucard tried to view Kitty neutrally and that always somehow ended up with the fox in his lap being cute or hyper. Being in love made logic a difficult task manage, because to the true blood his beautiful princely looking Kitty was a well mannered man if need be.

             “By the love of,” he spoke with a huff, standing up quickly as the male stood up with vampiric speed. That left his chair to fall back with a loud bang, echoing harshly through the room. “Care? Would I actually start a relationship with Kitty if I just cared for him? I do not know your generation, but I grew up knowing that relationships are meant to be pursued without proper solid feelings. I am past caring - I am fully truly in love with that beautiful gumiho.”

             Letting out a huff, he knew that the last parts came out as snarls so much so his fangs were exposed. Moving his fingers through his grape coloured hair, he calmed down enough as he pushed his locks over his right shoulder and let his different coloured eyes settle on the young creature. “Satisfied or is it accustomed for your baby generation to ask for more details?”

J relaxed a bit whenever the other, despite being angry, confirmed that he wasn’t just using Kitty. After all, that’s all J cared about it. He didn’t find it sweet or anything that the other was admitting his love-- love was disgusting. But he found comfort that his friend would hopefully not get used of and disposed of. But then J clenched his jaw, narrowing his eyes at the other. 

“You have no respect for our ‘baby generation’,” he muttered, “Don’t you understand that Kitty is my best friend and I simply don’t want him hurt? Or are you do blindsided with disrespect that you just see me as some child?” he snapped at him right back, not at all finding the snarls and fangs being exposed intimidating. 

“You better love him,” J said simply, narrowing his eyes at him more. “Or I’ll fucking eat you.” He threatened, taking a step forward instead of back to look the vampire more closely in the eyes. There was no signs of joking or friendliness in his face. Especially since the other seemed to find it okay to be so disrespectful and dismissive of him. 

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masonmaneo​:

“i don’t know if i’d call it fancy,” he says with a teasing smile, “it’s just to a little place down the street, we can walk there.” j pulls himself from bed and mason can’t help his eyes that linger on the marks that litter his body. fireworks of reds and purples spread across his neck, chest, and thighs and mason has half a mind to push the man back onto the bed. morning sex isn’t uncommon, but the rumble in his stomach tells him it’s not a good idea. instead he watches the mans ass as he gets up fully and shuffles over to his suitcase. “huh? oh, yeah, i did shower. i figured i would let you sleep in a little bit,” he says, sliding up behind j and placing his hands on either side of hips to lean into his space, hooking his chin over the mans shoulder.

his first instinct is to wrap his arms around the man’s slim waist, but thinks better of it, worried the man will get the wrong idea about mason’s feelings for him. there are none, of course. j’s just the better of most of the people he’s sleeping with, that’s all. he shakes the thought from his head completely, not wanting to spend too much time on it. his fingers dig into the edge of the gumiho’s suitcase to anchor himself there, not wanting his hands to roam as they so often do. they seem to have a mind of their own when j’s involved. mason’s never been very good at self-control, and j seems to be a unwanted form of temptation. the younger man only serves as a distraction, but he wills himself to ignore the feeling in his stomach and instead presses in closer to j’s back. with only his boxers on, he’s aware that j can most likely feel that he’s already half hard. he bends forward to brush his lips over the shell of the man’s ear. “what are you wearing today, gorgeous?”

J let a hum fall from him whenever he felt the other grip his hips and his chin on his shoulder. For the moment, he ignored him, simply picking out his boxers, shirt, and jeans. That is, until he felt those lips brush against his ear, and more importantly, something poking into his back. If J wasn’t use to this, if he had been younger, the gumiho probably would have melted. But he was use to this interaction, use to Mason’s antics. Loved them even. “I’m going to be wearing absolutely nothing if you don’t stop poking me in my back with your half hard cock,” J teased, turning in the cage that was the other’s arms. He smirked, looking up to him. “But since you so politely asked...” he continued, fingers trailing down lower, to Mason’s hips. He was gentle, brushing over the bulge before trailing back up to hook around Mason’s neck. “Just a button up and some jeans. I do have something nicer, but I figured the place wasn’t that fancy,” he finished, his thoughts really not at all focused on breakfast. 

He smirked against before turning around to grab his clothes, ducking away from his touch. If they continued, he knew they wouldn’t be getting no where. And as much as morning sex was appealing--really appealing-- he was hungry. On second thought, though... “You said we have an hour?” he asked softly, glancing to the other with the same mischievous glint in his eye that usually led up to the two of them in bed. 

[kittymaneo]

maneoxjsong​:

J easily slipped his hands onto Kitty’s hips whenever he was properly straddled, smiling at the cheek kisses and the nose nuzzle. He really was a good friend, even if J knew that he definitely wasn’t the most important to Kitty. It was okay, though, because he understood. That’s usually how it went for J, anyways. “I’m sorry,” he smiled weakly, rubbing his hips lightly. “I don’t mean to be down. You know I usually don’t show it. Sometimes it’s just hard,” he sighed softly, moving to nuzzle their noses again. Kitty was probably the only person he’d be soft with. Anyone else, cuddling, cheek kisses, anything soft and even remotely romantic, disgusted J. 

“You just know how I like Jae?” he asked softly, “Use to anyways. Still kind of do. But, you know the deal with that, I finally told someone other than you. I told Kiha,” he admitted, cringing a bit at the thought that he told his crush’s boyfriend. “And then my thoughts are all jumbled with Mason. I don’t think I like him like that, but shit, I’ve increasingly noticed lately that I can’t really live without him.” It was scary for him to admit. He sighed, gently brushing his hands up Kitty’s shirt teasingly. Just because he could. “I also want to see you underneath me, but alas, you’re a taken fox now. How does it feel?” he teased, wrapping his arms around him in a closer hug, nuzzling into his neck.

Foxes didn’t necessarily form packs like wolves did. In the wild they were solitary creatures preferring to hunt and live alone. Yet Kitty was more than just a simple fox. He was a gumiho a shape shifting fox spirit who wholeheartedly preferred the company of his own kind than solitude. There were other fox spirits in Veritas, but Jinnie was the only full-blooded gumiho and that made him special. So, seeing him upset broke Kitty’s heart to pieces and the younger scrambled to think of a way to possibly save the evening and raise his hyung’s spirit. “Jinnie hyung,” Kitty whined. He placed his hands over J’s and squeezed. Giving comfort was second nature at this point. After been touched starved for most of his childhood Kitty compensated by being overly affectionate with those he loved.

Kitty blinked once, twice in shock, but made no move to interrupt J as he spoke. J unloaded more emotional information than he ever expected. He mulled over where to start. “I assume Kiha didn’t take it well, but why did you tell him? Wouldn’t telling Jae have been better?” With with hyung hiding his face, Kitty couldn’t read his expression. “As for Mason, I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that there’s obviously something going on between you two. If you scrounged up enough courage to talk to Kiha about Jae hyungie talking to your quote unquote sugar daddy should be a walk in the park.”

The younger gumiho tsked softly and nudged his nose against the other. “Get a client to take us both on and then we’ll talk about having sex again.” 

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J gave a small shrug in reply. Would it have been better to tell Jae? Probably. Did he? Not yet. He sighed, moving to snuggle closer to Kitty for comfort. “Kiha asked. So I answered,” he replied simply, “I’ll tell Jae eventually,” he murmured, biting his lip. He shook his head at the mention of something going on between him and his admittedly, favorite, sugar daddy. He even rolled his eyes. “Nothing’s going on between us. It’s sex, Kitty,” he chuckled, patting him gently. At least, J convinced himself there wasn’t. Of course there wasn’t. J didn’t want there to be. After all, he didn’t want a relationship. Something he felt he had to remind everyone. 

“That’s too much work when you’re right here looking pretty in my lap,” J pouted, nuzzling into Kitty playfully. He patted his ass gently. “C’mon, let us get to eating. I’m starving. I’ll be okay. Promise. Pinky promise,” he chuckled, moving forward to take a heart from the bag. It was cold by now, to which J pouted, but he stood. “Do you want yours microwaved as well?” 

[maneoxjsong]

maneokiha​:

kiha nodded at j’s reply. he would have offered alcohol, if he had any. he wasn’t the type to particularly enjoy making his own drinks and drinking alone, preferring to drag someone out to a club if he wanted to get drunk. closing the door, kiha turned to walk into his living room, fingers brushing affectionately against the number of plants that lined the walls from the entry way to the couch. he sat down next to j, stretching his fingers as he sorted through the words he wanted to say. he had been confident before the other had walked in, but now as j was sitting here, kiha felt himself falter. 

“nothing much. i.” he paused, thinking. it was best to be straightforward. he trusted j enough to be honest, and vulnerable, although the feeling sometimes left him reeling. “i know you’ve been pulling away. i wanted to know why. if i did something, if something happened.” it hurt to hear the words spoken aloud. made it feel more real. “did something happen?”

Ah, there was the confirmation that this was exactly what J was thinking it would be about. Why he had been pulling away. The gumiho let out a soft sigh, leaning back into the couch. He bit his lip as he listened to Kiha, finally, giving him a small shrug. “You didn’t do anything,” he replied, glancing to his friend... if they were that anymore. J hoped to just had drifted away from the two of them, but they were too good of friends to allow J to do just that. 

J sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Honestly?” he begun, sitting up a bit more attentively. “Something kind of did happen. I realized something,” he continued, biting his lip. He looked to Kiha, before looking down to his hands. “I realized I loved Jae. In a romantic way. Which, as you can imagine, is not something I could or want to pursue. So, I was kind of just pulling away from you both, so I don’t get between you two, and then... just... pretending that the feelings weren’t there. But honestly, Kiha, that’s pretty much the only reason. I didn’t want to get between you two and wanted to stop hurting as much.” 

[maneoxjsong]

maneorigs​:

Lips thinning, Rigs’ decided he was tired. The anger was still there, it was always there, but rather than direct it towards J when the Naga found out who’d sold to him he’d break one of their legs. Maybe both. Selling somebody something without telling them what it was? Selling them enough to bring them close to overdose? Maybe he’d break their neck.

Crushing the anger down, Rigs stored it away for later. Now was not the time to rampage, no matter how badly he wanted to. He rose to his feet, ducking into the kitchen and returning with a glass of ice water that he pushed into J’s hands. “Drink some of this,” he said firmly, taking a seat beside the other and moving all his drug paraphernalia out of the way.

When he was finished he leaned back, studying J’s face closely for signs he was taking a turn for the worse.

J dropped the pills beside him, too weak to really do anything else. He frowned when Rigs stood and ducked into the kitchen, opening his mouth to say something--anything-- but forgetting just what he was going to say. His thoughts were so fleeting, and he couldn’t even keep track of the time that Rigs was gone. Just as soon as he was gone, he was reappearing and J blinked. He took the water, taking a sip, and scrunched up his nose. But he did as he was told, taking another small sip, before holding it out for Rigs to take again. He was too out of it lean forward and set it on the table. 

When the water was taken from him, J let his arm fall. He allowed his head to lean back and his eyes to close. The couch felt nice, his fingertips playing with the material. “Sleepy,” he managed out, already feeling himself drift off. He wasn’t too scared of the fact he might not wake up. “Can I lay down? Either here... or.. bed... head is too heavy,” he breathed, already beginning to lean sideways to lay down. 

[maneoxjsong]

maneorigs​:

Knocks sounded at Rigs’ door, causing an immediate reaction in the man. Adrenaline ran through the Naga’s blood as he flew from the couch, transforming fully before he reached the door. Although he would never describe himself as paranoid, late-night visitors he hadn’t called for couldn’t be good. Pressing his eye to the peephole, he sighed in relief, transforming and opening the door as he shot J a disgruntled expression. “Didn’t call, didn’t even tex- what the fuck?”

Reaching out, Rigs’ cupped J’s face in his hands, forcing the other to look up at him. Gently, he used his free hand to widen one of the gumiho’s eyes to stare at his pupils. Jinjae hadn’t bought from him today, and whoever had sold to him had given him too much. Swearing, Rigs let out a string of profanities as he wrapped his arm around the younger’s waist, half-carrying him into the apartment before he shut the door with a kick. 

The cursing stopped as the Naga forced J to sit on the couch. Frowning, Rigs’ expression warred between anger and concern as he crouched before the other; the movie he’d been watching continuing forgotten in the background. “How much did you take,” he asked finally, his own high fully purged by the adrenaline though the alcohol still lingered on his breath.

J allowed himself to be tugged into the apartment, letting out a small hum. He was so out of it, that the only thing that he could really process was the cursing that fell from Rigs. For a moment, he couldn’t really process what was going on, his head fuzzy and his body heavy. He was grateful for the couch whenever he felt it. He sunk into the cushions, eyes finally focusing on Rigs. 

“Mm... a lot,” J replied softly, closing his eyes. “Not coke this time. Some pills,” he murmured, reaching into his pocket to grab the bag of pills. “I kinda thought they were sugar pills at first, so I kept taking them,” he explained, holding them up blindly. “They weren’t,” he chuckled weakly, letting his head lean back slightly, eyes still closed. “Not really sure what they are. Guy just said it’d give me an unbelievable high. Chased them down with whiskey...”

[maneorigs-deactivated20200827]

Itaewon; Rigs’ apartment @maneoxjsong

Smoke lingered in the living room, its swirls occasionally distracting Rigs from Tae Guk Gi: The Brotherhood of War as it played out on the television before him. The Naga stretched out his legs, making sure he didn’t knock over the bong as he propped his feet up on the wooden coffee table. Aside from the bottles and drugs on the table, the apartment was spotless; even the bowl he’d used for dinner had been washed and placed on the drying rack already.

The enforcer didn’t mind dirt but his mother had always insisted on a clean house so he’d always kept his house clean. Perhaps the sentiment was foolish, she’d died almost a century ago, but Rigs had always felt the compulsion to honor her in this way. It was unlikely she’d approve of his life, the things he’d done, the beings he’d killed… but at least he lived well. 

Well enough, anyway.

Rigs uncapped another bottle, taking several swigs of the cold beer as he trained his eyes back on the screen. Times like this he damned his tolerance and his insomnia. He’d have to smoke again once the movie finished, try to get some shut-eye before the sun emerged.

[maneoxjsong]

J was fucked up. That much was clear, as he stumbled down the street. It was probably a bad idea for him to even be out, but there he was, head dizzy, nausea setting in, and his eyes drooping. He hummed, fingertips brushing against the brick of the building beside him as he walked. He could hardly even stand, letting out a soft breath as he stumbled again. A passerby gave him a weird look. He really should have called a cab... but it was too late, he was already close to the Naga’s apartment. 

The Naga being Rigs. His dealer. His rock. Someone who seemed to care for him, sometimes.  At least, he didn’t give him enough drugs to overdose on. Which, he really should have went to Rigs this time, but here he was, having went to a different dealer this time for more narcotics and weed. It was accidental, really. He had thought at first they seemed like sugar pills, and he was ripped off. But then, the high was hitting him all at once, and it was terrifying. The only person he could think to go to is Rigs. Only he knew about his habits.

So, that’s how he ended up outside his apartment, vision blurry, stomach turning, and barley able to feel his feet. He probably looked spaced out, leaning against the wall to keep himself grounded. He knew he couldn’t send a text, so he hadn’t even bothered-- he just prayed the other was home, as he knocked. 

[maneoxjsong]

maneo-marc​:

The young man in front of him was beautiful, he wouldn’t deny that. And his willingness to be here as a subject for a series of paintings he planned out for the last ten years. Portraits, painted in blood across bleached white canvas. He was excited to see how this would turn out and even more grateful he had such an eager subject.

With an assertive nod, he stepped forward and shamelessly assessed J’s appearance. Body frame, face shape, the proportions. All of it. He was assessing him to find out what position would work out best. “Straddle it,” he said lowly, swiftly turning on his heel to return back behind the canvas. He would position the other if he couldn’t follow the verbal instructions. “You can also lose the shirt, it blocks your aura,” he continued, tone dismissive as his back was to J. Marc picked up the bowl of warm human blood and sat it beside the canvas, turning back around to face J. 

“Let me know when you’ve done all of that, I’m going to grab my brushes…”

It wasn’t often that someone looked at J like this-- assessing him. Most of the time, people just skimmed over him, deemed him attractive, and fucked him. But this wasn’t how it was going to end, J knew this. He licked his lips at the commands, nodding. He could do that. J shifted on his feet, beginning to unbutton his shirt. He slipped it off his shoulders, tossing it to the side, out of view of the canvas. After all, why soil the painting with clothes? “I think my pants block my aura too,” he teased softly, beginning to straddle the stool. He allowed his hands to rest in front of him, gripping the stool. 

“We could just make this a nude painting. I wouldn’t mind,” he mentioned seriously, ruffling a hand through his hair. Just to tousle it. He didn’t like a neat look and didn’t want him captured in a painting with a perfect look. He shifted a bit more to become more comfortable, eyes lingering over the liquid. It was... red. He eyed it curiously. “What are you painting with today?” he questioned softly, “I’m also done. Position me however you like If I’m not in the right position.” 

[maneoxjsong]

isxulxmaneo​:

her mind told her to stop, but, she didn’t. her body was already moving, her hands, lips and even hips were way pass their boundaries. but, ‘fuck it’, his lips were tempting, the sensation of his hands firmly on her hips.. was.. arousing. iseul didn’t even care that her body was just reacting, her intoxicated thoughts just knew… she wanted more. so, yes-.. he was right, she did want him. giving in, she laughed to herself. “okay, a true statement…” she grinned, rolling her eyes. “happy? satisfied?”  

ignoring the smells of mutual intoxication, issy’s hand wandered down to the hem of his shirt. her fingers playing around the area, contemplating whether she wanted to let her hands climb under. instead, she pulled her lips away for a second before making a ‘conscious’ decision to straddle over his lap.

J chuckled, a small smirk coming across his lips at her grin and the roll of her eyes. “Very much satisfied,” he breathed, hands still resting on her hips as she straddled him. He didn’t get close like this with many females. Usually, he preferred men. But sex was sex to J, and he, nevertheless, was still aroused. His hands went up, creeping up her hip. He allowed his fingertips to play against her skin.

“I’ll be more satisfied when we’re just a little less clothed,” he hummed softly, connecting their lips again. They both smelled like alcohol, the clear cause of this. But J didn’t care. Iseul was beautiful, and she looked even more beautiful in his lap. “Are you 100% about this?” he whispered when the kiss came to an end, one of his hands moving up to cup her cheek. He pulled back enough to look in her eyes. 

[maneoxjsong]

qxmaneo​:

𝘴𝘺𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘢𝘴

“Fair enough.” Q, of course, didn’t know what it was like to depend on humans as a source of energy, but he imagined it was like an added bonus for a successful kill. Like if someone were to bring him a bar of chocolate every time he slit someone’s throat. ( Come to think of it, that might be nice. ) If at all possible, the demon’s expression dropped even more than his usual resting bitch face at the mention of the word ‘cute’. There were very few people who could get away with calling him anything of the sort without an injury to show for just how cute Q really was, but that list tended to include the gang’s sex workers, if only because they usually meant it as a compliment, though the demon reminded them constantly that it, in fact, was not. “If you think murder’s cute, you’re more fucked up than I thought,” he muttered, leaning back in his chair before quickly tacking on, “And I mean that in a positive way as well.”

Flirting tended to go over the demon’s head in most cases, and this time wasn’t any different, blissfully unaware of the connotation of the gumiho’s words as he reached for his phone to read the latest message from the enforcers on duty. Gun guy’s here. There were much more eloquent ways to describe him than gun guy, but Q ignored it, replying to the message with a simple Send him in. Tossing his phone back onto the table, he stood up and brushed off his jacket, multitasking as he listened to J’s grievances. “Does it?” He resisted the urge to add a wouldn’t know to the end, certain that everyone knew by now about the demon’s disinterest in those types of things. People talked. “Get murdery all you want, you don’t need my permission to kill— all humans are fair game, y’know— as long as you’re doing your job, I don’t give a fuck. Just make sure you call CSC immediately, you know how it goes.” Those lax rules stood for most of the gang, really. A knock sounded from the door then, right as the clock on the wall struck the hour. Perfect timing. Q opened the door with an air of confidence. “Ah, Mr. Park. Right on time. Why don’t you have a seat, hm?”

J couldn’t help the small smirk that came across his lips. If you think murder’s cute, you’re more fucked up than I thought. J, admittedly, thought it was more than cute. Hot, really. Someone covered in blood, their adrenaline going, the fear of their victim, the-- J had to cut off his thoughts or else he’d get riled up more. And he doubted Q wanted that, especially with someone coming. He simply shrugged, and obvious answer of confirmation that he did, in fact, find murder cute. J sipped his drink as he listened to Q, shaking his head lightly. “If I killed every human, a lot of my clients would be gone. So, I can’t exactly kill them, as they bring us both money,” he pointed out, before the knock sounded. “I’d love to, though.”

J, knowing exactly how these things went, downed the rest of his drink and stood. There weren’t enough chairs for all three of them, so, he offered up his chair to the mysterious Mr. Park. An attractive man, he was, J noted. But wasn’t everyone attractive to the gumiho? The male slinked closer to Q, but not too close-- he didn’t want to disturb the two from their discussion. He wasn’t there to distract, he was there to be pretty, to serve. Normally, if they were somewhere more crowded, he would have locked onto Q’s arm, but they were somewhere more private, so, he propped himself on the edge of Q’s seat. It was all a show, anyways. 

[maneoxjsong]

maneojaehyun‌:

Jaehyun remembered their last night together. It was the night where Jaehyun decided to forego his rough side. A change of pace from their usual dynamic. The vampire knew about the hardships the gumiho had experienced before. J didn’t explicitly say it but Jae was smart enough to piece the clues together. If J hadn’t gotten to them first, he sure would have loved to rip off their limbs and drain all the blood from their system. That night, Jae wanted to show the other how he was supposed to be treated all the damn time. What the vampire didn’t know was that it would also be the last time he would ever be close to J. After the gumiho kicked him out, J avoided him like the plague. No greetings, no smiles, no cuddles, no arctic fox who leaps into his arms, nothing. It was like in Jaehyun didn’t exist in J’s life anymore. 

The pureblood gave the other a reassuring smile. He didn’t know what was the reason and frankly, Jae doesn’t know if he had prepared himself enough for this goodbye. If this was a closure then he would take it. He would be happy that once he had a friend like J in his life. As long as J is safe and happy, if he could stay far away from Azzazith as possible, Jaehyun would take that.

The vampire automatically nuzzled his face into J’s palm as if he was a child who missed the warmth of the sun. He opened his lips to say that he didn’t need to apologize, there was no need for it. However, the next words J uttered left Jaehyun speechless. J was in love with him. He couldn’t seem to wrap his mind around the idea of it all. How could J love someone like him? Heck, he doesn’t even know why Kiha chose to love him and now, there’s J. The pureblood doesn’t deserve any of it. 

Reaching out, Jaehyun took the gumiho’s hands in his again. He raised one hand to his lips and placed a soft kiss on the back of J’s hand. All this time, J was suffering because of him and he was oblivious to it all. His hunch was right. It is his fault. Jae hated himself for hurting the other and leaving him to deal with a broken heart. Jaehyun looked into J’s watery eyes and his fingers moved to wipe away the tears on his cheeks. “I’m sorry J. I…I didn’t know that I was hurting you. I-” 

The vampire was at a loss for words. 

He scooted closer to J and cupped his face into his hands. “We’re all a little fucked up, little moon. I don’t understand how you could love someone like me but you deserve the whole world, J,” Jae chuckled somberly as his fingers gently caressed J’s cheeks. “If only I had noticed it, I would have prevented all of the pain I caused you.” Jaehyun thought back to all of the moments he cried to J about Kiha. How could he have been so stupid? How could he have not noticed it? “I was so inconsiderate. I ran to you whenever things with Kiha didn’t seem so good.” With shameful eyes, he looked at J once again and gave him a sad smile. “J, I hurt you so fucking bad, haven’t I? I’m sorry, moon.” Jae leant his forehead against the gumiho’s as tears fell from his eyes as well.

J still allowed the tears to fall, because now, it was out there. There was no more hiding the fact of why he was avoiding Jaehyun and Kiha. It was weight off his chest, however, and he appreciated the moment that Jae took his hands. He needed the comfort. Needed Jae to understand-- and he did. J was so, so grateful, and he was grateful that the other understood he was hurting him throughout the whole time. Hell, right now, J was hurting. Because he knew nothing would become of this confession. The two were on different tracks, Jae in love with another, and J... well, he still didn’t want a relationship despite his feelings. 

The gumiho took a deep breath, closing his eyes as the other rested their foreheads together. He shook his head finally, opening his eyes to look into Jae’s. “It’s okay,” he breathed softly, resting a hand to his cheek. “I didn’t really know why I was hurting, until our last night,” he admitted softly, bringing a thumb up to rest against Jae’s lips. He continued to look, blinking away the tears that settled into his vision. “You treated me so kindly and in a way nobody else has ever treated me...” He closed his eyes again, taking another deep breath. “How was I suppose to not fall in love with you?” 

After a moment, J pulled back, biting his lip. He didn’t know what else to say. What else to do. He kept his eyes close, just processing everything. His chest ached, his head hurt, and ultimately, he just wanted to curl up and cry some more. It really wasn’t something he cared to deal with, but here he was. Jae and Kiha deserved answers, after all. They were too good of friends to J. His eyes went back to the vampire. “I love you, Jae,” he whispered softly into the dark apartment’s air, feeling more tears begin to fall as the words settled into his bones. “I’ve missed you. And Kiha. I’ve missed you both so much these past months, but I didn’t want to get between you guys. I was hoping the feelings would fade, but looking at you now...” he felt more tears beginning to dwell. “I still fucking love you.” 

[jeonghney]

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