#nixus-nitor

[elysiumxii]

Gay Cocktail Hour starter for @nixus-nitor ft Kijung & Haneul 

“Use a coaster, what is this? McDonalds?” Casting an unamused glare at his regular, Kijung quickly wipes at the foamy beer ring on his polished wood bar with a cloth, before slinging it over his shoulder as soon cool pint moves to a waiting coaster and he’s mumbled his apologies. Nestled amongst party-life drag scene karaoke bars and gay nightclubs, Kijung’s bar is a waiting haven for the more sophisticated, older and homely drinker. As the doors swing shut the sounds of busy nightlife of bustling day-city noises are cut off, replaced by soft piano music and usually Kijung’s chatty atmospherics. 

Today was like all the others. The spring sun setting across the city, bringing with it a more chilly, mid-week evening as the bar owner tops up his regulars and settles in for what he assumes will be a normal evening. With beer pump clasped in one hand, pint glass in the other, he slowly lowers the bump and sets to filling the glass with amber, frothy beer just as he hears the door open ahead and a hush settle amongst his regulars. 

Glancing up Kijung is confused for a moment, before his eyes also stray to the tall form stood in the doorway of his bar, now under the watchful gaze of his silent patrons. The male only clientele caught in wonderment and the gorgeous young thing that had strayed into their midst... or at least Kijung is sure that is what it looks like. 

“Ah-” feeling beer flow over his fingers, the owner mutters out a curse as he sees he’d over filled the glass, and quickly lets go of the pump to set it down. “Yah, stop that-” he snaps at the few regulars sat at his bar, ogling the poor newcomer, before he glances back and pulls the towel from his shoulder to dry his hands. “Come on in! Ignore them, they just haven’t seen someone not desperate, old and beer stained in a while!” He jokes with a teasing prod at his regulars, before moving to a part of his bar with a free seat, and motions for him to take a seat. “What can I get you?” He asks, once life had again returned to the bar around them.

[atinystar]

@nixus-nitor

​Looking back at it, Rose supposed that sooner or later this would happen. Making excuses in order to tag along to Korea and live a free life where she could do what she wanted with her parents supervision, had access to a fabulous life style as her cousin was an actress, so it was easier to get connections and access to where she would need to go and learn how to be a model, so she could follow that as her profession, still remaining in the expensive school her parents still wanted her to be by, while at night, instead of being by the campus, she would encounter casually a few people, hit the club and overall experiment with more risqué things and take a dangerous curve into the wrong direction, but as fast as these things came in, they all vanished and it wasn’t like this happening wasn’t on the table before.

“It happened. You saw the news right? So I won’t need to explain. Can -- Can I then work for you, still? I might someplace new and something new to do.” Rose bit her lower lip and closed her eyes as they burnt from the fact she had been crying so much and she tried to keep her composure, yet it was obvious that she was breaking down. She had a huge scandal, where she was caught by a club kissing with a guy she had no idea had someone already, that fooled her telling he was free, but of course, as life was fair, she was the one being framed, but frankly? She had it coming. She should know that playing this often with fire would get her burnt, so now she was out of cash since her parents cut it down, meaning that she also wouldn’t go to school either as without money and with the newfound fame, they didn’t want her there as it hurt their reputation, she felt used by the married guy that manipulated her this easily, ashamed to see herself in the news like this, judged by the streets and also more or less with her career ruined, but gladly she had her cousin to live with still, as she kept her back and Jongsuk did promise the last year to help her, so she was hoping that he could indeed help her, but if he wouldn’t, she wouldn’t put it against him either.

“If you can’t it’s okay through. I’ll try to get myself figured out, but I really just need to start anew. I don’t know and I recalled what you said the other time we last talked.” The blonde sniffed as she ran her right thumb and indicative fingers through her eyes as the other hand held up her cellphone up to her ear.

[darkeyesofbliss]

Die Trying | Songjong & Jongsuk

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[mvxnn]

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The long back of the blonde-haired man was pressed softly against the red-splattered wall. One hand pressed to his head as he seemed… satisfied. Two feet were flat on the floor, and just inches from it was the remainders of a satiating meal. Perhaps it was a bit gruesome. With a hum the Nix finally gets up then, as if on their own, his feet walking him away from the scene, his lips still stained dark red with blood much like his hands.

Deft fingers close a door behind him as he walked into Shou’s house that night after he left his spot. Without a second delay he is heading for the bedroom where Shou was sleeping and he calls out to him. When he does he didn’t think he’d be loud enough to wake him, so it briefly surprises Hyungwon when he sees Shou standing a little off from his bed when he just comes walking in. However it satisfies him to see he is awake and with a smile he heads for him. A hand reaches out to the smaller his shoulder and he misses the inspecting look Shou was giving him. He was feeling good after his meal and wasn’t paying particular attention to most things. As he does reach and his fingers leave a stain it is the quick hands of the detective that turn him and push him back against the wall. Shou wasn’t harsh, not with him anyways, so the blonde smiled with a soft chuckle. “Let me touch you.” He coos as he this time sees the other inspecting him. His tongue sticks out and licks a little blood from his chin and lips.

              It wasn't unusual for Hyungwon to appear at all hours of the night. He had become a light sleeper since they had met , and unless he had been drinking there was little that couldn't wake him. He's halfway out of bed when the door opens , and he can already feel the energy radiating from Hyungwon's body. His eyes shift over the man's appearance , taking in the blood decorating his skin and shirt. He doesn't shy away from the elder when he approaches him , rather he reaches for him.

His body moves on instinct , pressing Hyungwon to the wall before he can comprehend what's going through his mind. He's missed him ; missed every part of being with one another. The words ring through his head as he moves to press lightly against the other , closing the space between them to press a kiss to his lips. The faint taste of iron lingers as he pulls back , tugging at the bottom of the other's shirt. ❛ You can touch me... after you get these bloody clothes off. ❜ He whispers , pushing the shirt up over his stomach.

[emporxium]

starter for @nixus-nitor ft dongwook & zhuangxiang  

With a dip of the bed, soft, white bedding crinkling with a feather down rustle, Xiang slowly reaches out to run pressed, cool fingers slowly up the centre of a warm, tan and bare back. He can feel the bumps of spine and the taut ridge of muscle as he works his way up appreciatively, before leaning over the sculptor lying on his stomach in the centre of his kind size, nose buried in a museum collectors manual. “Which piece do you like best?” He vampire murmurs, the tip of his cool nose running across Dongwook’s trapezius, where the soft skin was already littered with bite marks, in different stages of healing.  

In fact, so much of the sculptor bore his unique mark, as the vampire found his hunger for the mortal near insatiable. The way he could almost taste the clay in his blood, smell the sweat on his skin and the healthy thud of his heart. All of it accumulating in the perfect meal. Feeling the itch to sink his teeth in again already, Xiang forces himself to open his eyes and gaze down at the different displays of Chinese pottery in the man’s book, a present from the vampire, as he nestles his lips and chin in the crook of his neck. “Do you like it?” He murmurs, gaze lowering to now instead study Dongwook’s profile, feeling a little pensive for his opinion. Was a book on pottery a suitable gift for a man with such talented hands? As his work was after all what brought them together.  

[brotherzsadist]

@nixus-nitor continued from here

-waves him off-  no need to apologize. And you’re not lying, my mind is always racing, it’s nice to have a bit of liquid comfort.

[crysnvght]

@nixus-nitor

Alicia put up her hair in a bun, putting her in a real work mode. She started by folding out the tent, sorting everything before she started putting it together. It was a small tent that was pretty easy to put up, within five minutes she was already securing it to the ground so it wouldn´t fly away during the night. When she was all done she got everything into her tent and looked at it proudly.

As the blogger she was she was she put up her camera in front of the tent, remembering the deal with the stranger she had met before she put it up so only the tent showed with some blurry trees in the background. She posed in front of the tent and took her picture before packing it up again.

When she was done she thought she heard someone and looked around, her mind fell on the stranger right away, but she couldn´t see anyone at this point. She sat down with a box of food she had made ready before she left and started eating some. Once she smelled the food she could feel how hungry she had gotten by walking and putting up everything.

[rosalynn-cam]

@nixus-nitor:

WinWin was sitting leisurely by the side of the hotel spring spa in Busan. Although Busan wasn’t too far from Seoul, they actually got the opportunity this once to stay in a hotel, a nice hotel, as they had another activity the day after. It was evening when he sat back with his phone in hand on one of the lounge beach chairs, wearing a t-shirt and swimming shorts under a Paradise Hotel robe. He definitely felt like it would be nice if in the future they could stay at places like these more often. His eyes were looking around to take in the beautiful outdoor hot spring spa once more when he saw her. “It’s hot out!” Were the words he heard being exclaimed before the girl that didn’t seem much older than him pulled her shirt over her head, revealing a bikini top. Nothing to be embarassed about, except that WinWin wasn’t too good with strangers. He averted his gaze as he stayed quiet, focusing back on his phone. Don’t look, even if she’s pretty, don’t make her uncomfortable. Get yourself together. Let it be, Dong Si Cheng.

Oh, Rosalynn loved hotels and it just so happened that one of her regular clients liked to take her out to places like this. A weekend getaway apparently, even though work called him back to Seoul a day earlier than intended and he had left her here to just enjoy herself. She preferred it anyway - there was no affection nor love between her and the middle aged, businessman, and Rosalynn didn’t miss him at all.

It was a hot evening though and, wanting to go for a dip in the pool, she headed over to the outdoor spa area. Since it was evening already, Rosalynn found herself mostly alone aside from one other boy - he was cute, possibly, but she couldn’t see so well without her contacts. “It’s hot out!” she groaned, pulling her shirt right over to head to leave herself in her bikini - black, perhaps a little more risque than people were used to seeing in Korea but this was designer, damn it. Stepping into the pool, she gave a soft sigh as she relaxed back into the water. “Hey,” she spoke to the boy, who didn’t seem to have even responded to her - and a pretty girl like Rosalynn wasn’t used to being ignored, “You there?”