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Jung Taekwoon | 25 | Student | Demonic Physiology | In the absence of light, darkness prevails.

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Words aren’t processing; there’s just a faint ringing in his ears, and he’s too caught up to worry about what he’s missing or why he’s suddenly gone hard of hearing. What he does hear is something about Jaebum tasting good. Taekwoon’s almost surprised. Almost. It’s such a Jaebum thing to say, that though it’s completely out of the blue, it was also expected at the same time. 

“I hate to break it to you, but I don’t love the way blood tastes,” he releases the other’s shoulder and bites down on his own teeth, fangs retreating again. His gums will be ridiculously sore the next morning, and so will other parts of him, Taekwoon figures. 

His climax hits him like a brick wall, and when Jaebum grabs his hand, Taekwoon lets go. He’s aware that the guy wants to outlast him. That wasn’t a problem. He let go entirely and pushed himself up into a sitting position. “Alright,” he grins back, “So I’m weaker than you. Sure. So you’re strong enough to take care of that yourself,” He rolled his head from side to side hearing the vertebrae crack. 

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Taekwoon hummed lowly, unbelieving and unamused. Well, of course he believed that Jaebum loved him... to a certain extent. It was just that the way the guy said it, it sounded real fake. 

He can’t stop the smug feeling bubbling up as Jaebum stops talking. His fangs leave the other’s shoulder just long enough to reply, “Nope, I’m a demon, I thought you knew by now.” Taekwoon bit down again, leaving small holes in Jaebum’s flesh. He could taste the blood spurting into his mouth. It felt good when he swallowed, and Taekwoon wondered whether this would help tamp down any bloodlust he had previously had. 

He grunts lowly as Jaebum’s grinding gets rougher and the pleasure mounts up. Taekwoon bites down hard as he feels a climax coming, and a few seconds later, white fluid shoots out to coat Jaebum’s stomach. The orgasm leaves him shuddering, and when he’s finished, Taekwoon makes sure to grab Jaebum’s member and pump it hard. 

“You’re ridiculous,” he muttered between heavy breaths, “Absolutely ridiculous, you know that?”

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Taekwoon wonders momentarily what the other’s apologizing for, but it only lasts a few seconds as Jaebum starts working at it. “Course you’re loved. Haven’t I told you enough time already?” he grunts between heavy breaths. This man will be the death of him, one way or another. 

Suddenly the blissful pressure on his member is just gone, and Taekwoon stuck glaring at the smug face of Im Jaebum. I’m not entirely sure he’s not the one hosting a demon in his body. Perhaps he’s just a demon who escaped from Hell. There was a brief silence. Then, Nope, just a horrendous human being, who is doing things to this body that I would find absolutely delicious, were it not on A BODY I SHARE. Taekwoon' face flushed beet red, and he let out a shaky breath. I thought you had taken.... a leave of abse- WELL I CAN’T VERY WELL DO THAT WITH YOUR EMOTIONS LIKE THIS CAN I? With all the raging going on inside his head, Taekwoon wonders if he is going to be sent to a special place in Hell just for this alone. Oh count on it, buddy, the demon fumes. 

Regardless, his head is thrown back, almost giving himself whiplash as Jaebum proceeds to be even more of a teasing asshole. He finds himself growling, whether it be from his own frustration or his demon’s wrath, Taekwoon has no idea. “No, I definitely do not,” he muttered before sinking his fangs into Jaebum’s neck and shoulders, continuously peppering the man’s body with dots of red. It was likely painful (obviously it was because he was drawing blood), but probably not nearly painful enough that it would put the other out of commission. 

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Taekwoon shrugs, “It would seem as though I have a possessive streak.” He was a little taken aback at how easy it came out now, and realized just how true his words were. If he was getting jealous at Jaebum’s words about the guy’s jeans, he must be at a place where the irrational behaviour needed to stop. 

... Maybe after this.

The sounds forcing their way out of Jaebum’s throat are much too amusing to stop. When he finally does though, Taekwoon’s being pulled down roughly. He’s staring straight into Jaebum’s burning eyes, and he’s managing to keep a smirk on his face, still feeling victorious for being able to produce such sounds from him. That is until the guy decides to take matters into his own hands... Literally. 

An unexpected groan shoots out of his mouth as he feels Jaebum’s fingers wrap tightly around him. His claws shoot out involuntarily and sink into the floorboards beneath them as he basically holds on for dear life, teeth gritted as pleasure courses through him. 

“You just need to be the best at everything, don’t you?” he mutters between heavy breaths. He feels like he can’t take a breath, each intake of air feeling as though it’s being blocked. A low growl sounds from between his lips as Taekwoon moves his hips so that Jabeum’s touching him more. “You’re the bastard here,” he manages to get out through gritted teeth, every muscle tensed. 

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Taekwoon narrows his eyes, “Look who’s talking,” he mutters. Him? Have a temper? Well, maybe if he was pushed a little too far. In any case, Jaebum is basically just the pot calling the kettle black. “Your temper tantrums are just as bad as mine,” he argues.

He barely feels Jaebum’s fingernails digging into his shoulder blades, not with all the adrenaline or whatever was pumping through him. He snickers when the other calls him a barbarian, “That’s what happens when I get jealous.” It’s a little odd to admit verbally, “which only happened because you decided to make me. So I’m not the barbarian, you’re just a manipulative silvertongue,” he says quite matter-of-factly. Taekwoon knows the guy is manipulative, and had known since he had met him. He’s more surprised at how easily he got jealous, after he had admitted it to himself.

Taekwoon would’ve chuckled in any other circumstances, but it seemed that his mouth was rather… occupied at the moment. He shrugged his shoulders once and started to bob his head, hollowing out his cheeks. He wondered for a moment how he was doing, but figured by the sounds Jaebum was making,

that it wasn’t too bad. Eventually, he let go with a small pop and a little grin. “So, I assume you’re experienced enough with this type of stuff. How did I do?”

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Taekwoon rolls his eyes, “You still look handsome, beggar or not.” He thought so anyways, no mater how differently Jaebum thought. 

He digs his claws a few millimeters deeper into Jaebum’s thighs, “Of course you are,” he murmurs. It wasn’t as though Taekwoon had any sense about what was ‘cool’. Jaebum’s face gets close to his own, and Taekwoon’s lip curls, clicking his fangs together a few times. 

At the other’s description of his precious jeans, Taekwoon eyes him. “Are you tempting me to ruin those jeans?” he asks quietly, eyes glinting. His claws drag downwards, creating long tears that matched the other’s shirt. 

Taekwoon growls quietly as he feels Jaebum’s finger on his member. His wings flare, pushing them into a more upwards position. He pushes Jaebum the rest of the way down, and moves down so that his fangs are inches away from the waistband of Jaebum’s partially ruined jeans. If he had anything to do with it, those jeans wouldn’t be able to worn after this. “Tight knit,” he repeats Jaebum’s wording before sinking his fangs into the waistband and pulling down, the fabric tearing audibly. “Oops,” he says flatly, “Looks like these aren’t really wearable anymore.” 

The jeans were easily pushed aside afterwards, and Taekwoon took Jaebum’s shaft into his mouth, forcing the fangs to retreat for the time-being. As much as he wanted the other to bleed, he figured bleeding in that particular area wasn’t the best thing. 

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“Well, you were going to take that off sooner or later, weren’t you?” Taekwoon growls, “I’m not going to be the only one taking off my clothes.” “Classy my ass,” he mutters as an afterthought. Im Jaebum was particular, one could say that, but classy was something different. 

Taekwoon’s roughly pulled up, and he feels simultaneously embarrassed and excited. Jaebum’s grinding like a fucking porn star, he thinks, narrowing his dark eyes. He can feel the crotch area of his pants tightening, and he drags his claws down Jaebum’s upper arms, drawing neat little lines of blood. Just kissing? What exactly did the guy have in mind? 

Show him? Taekwoon follows the other’s eyes down to his own waistband. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” He smirks a little, trying to sound confident and popping the button on his jeans. “You know how to use a zipper, don’t you?” He tilts his head in a challenge, though it wasn’t really one. Knowing Im freaking Jaebum, the guy wouldn’t think it embarrassing at all. He was only ever embarrassed with the heart to heart stuff. 

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It's not that Taekwoon minds that his sweater gets ruined in the process, and he's about to say so when he hears the fabric tearing. 

He does feel quite a bit exposed, considering his favourite sort of attire is made up of baggy sweaters and other heavy and bulky fabric. It's mostly fine though, Jaebum himself is confident enough for the both of them. Taekwoon feels a slight burning as the other's glowing claws scrapes down his torso, drawing neat trails of blood. Upon contact, he can feel his eyes grow darker, and demonic heat wash through him. It's a different kind of exciting that he's used to, a little more dark and dangerous, but it's exhilarating as well. At Jaebum's ministrations, Taekwoon can feel himself getting aroused, his face going red and pupils bleeding over into the rest of his eyes. 

Well, that is until Jaebum pipes up again. Wait what?? Taekwoon blinks a few times, trying to process the turn of events. He stares at Jaebum in silence for a few moments. This guy... 

He grabs the other’s shirt and pulls him down to kiss him and half to make the guy shut up for a moment. His claws get caught in the fabric, creating large tears in the shirt. Jaebum had a knack for defusing situations, no matter if they were tense, depressing, or in this case... delicate, Taekwoon thinks. When they pull away again, he mutters, “You talk too much,” though there’s a small smile on his lips and his face is rather flushed. 

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Exhaling deeply, he lightly flips his hair out of his face. “Well, anyway, if you don’t want to take it off yourself, I can always do it for you.” He breaths slyly, eyebrows arched in a teasing manner as he leaned down to blow air at the man’s face. “Mind if you bleed a little though? Promise I won’t burn you, but might cut you a bit.” He asks a bit distractedly as he examines his nails, using photons to extend them into sharp, glowing claws. 

He lets out an undignified gurgle upon being called out by the man. He did not need to be reminded of such embarrassing pieces of info. “Excuse me?! Why are you even keeping count? I thought you didn’t care for honorifics huh?” He splutters back thoughtlessly, ears burning and heat creeping up his neck. Just to spite the man, he pettily jabs a glowing fingernail at the nape of Taekwoon’s neck, then scratches (lightly) with a childish ‘humph!’.

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Taekwoon makes a face, “I knew about your more unusual artistic tendencies, but you’ve never showed any interest in porn, at least not around me.” He isn’t sure of how to politely decline Jaebum’s offer to show him his porn-filled artwork, so he just smiles weakly with a “hmm”. 

He shrugs at the question, “I don’t know. You’re the one who watches porn. You should be more experienced than I am at the very least. Lead on, please.” 

He doesn’t protest when Jaebum flips them, though it seems to take the other more energy than expected, and Taekwoon can’t seem to stop himself from being amused watching Jaebum pant from exertion. He rolls his eyes at the other’s antics. He was pretty sure he hadn’t gained any significant weight. Maybe Jaebum just hadn’t been sparring as of late. 

Taekwoon raises an eyebrow when he sees Jaebum growing claws of his own, “Go ahead,” he smiles a little teasingly. He feels a light burning at his neck. It prickles, but doesn’t really hurt all that much, although he does feel his own claws and fangs grow out in reaction to the unnatural light he’s exposed to. “I don’t care if you use honorifics, no. But it’s nice to hear all the same.” 

He places his hands on Jaebum’s outer thighs, letting his claws just prick into the other’s skin, drawing the slightest bit of blood. “Well if I bleed, it’s only fair that you do, too.” 

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“Cause if you do, this is the part where you take off your shirt.” He remarks cheekily with a click of the tongue. “You could take off your pants too, I don’t mind, but that usually comes in… hmm… depending on the type of porn, 5-10 minutes later I think? I don’t know. Been studying the use of charcoal lately ‘stead of the human anatomy so haven’t been watching that shit much as of late.”

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Taekwoon shrugs off the other’s joke about taking pictures. He wasn’t one to flaunt, nor did he feel anywhere close to comfortable with taking pictures of a dead person, especially one he had killed. But he’s sure that Jaebum hadn’t meant it as anything other than a joke, so he figures it’s nothing and doesn’t reply.

Jaebum’s sudden question about porn catches him completely off-guard, and Taekwoon just blinks, his mind trying to process the sudden leap of topic. When the other continues his train of thought, he finally catches on.

“I never pegged you for the type to fawn over porn,” his claws retract, as do his fangs. Jaebum said whatever came to his mind, which could be anything really. It did wonders in taking his mind off other, darker, matters. Taekwoon sits up and tilts his head from side to side, hearing the quiet cracks from his neck vertebrae. 

He smiled a little at Jaebum, “We work well together,” he decides. And not for the reason that they didn’t belong anywhere else. Leaning down, Taekwoon presses a comparatively lighter kiss to Jaebum’s lips. “Besides, who says we have to copy porn videos? He tilts his head to the side, “When did you start to call me hyung without it sounding sarcastic?” It’s nice, he decides, and perhaps it meant that he wasn’t as despicable as the other guy seemed to be. 

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He wonders if his chattiness serves as enough of a distraction, and decides to throw in a playful (hard) punch in the gut for good measure before immediately attempting to flip them, again. But damnit!

“What th–” Either Taekwoon’s heavier than he thought (maybe he gained weight?) or guy’s definitely tapping into some of his mutant strength. How sharp were those claws too? “Dude, does libido and jealousy make you stronger or something? Remind me not to make you jealous before a sparring session.” He grouses, nudging the guy gentle in the groin with his knee.   

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Taekwoon raises an eyebrow. So the guy bled. He’d do more than shit his pants if he had anything to do with things. But he figured that saying it out loud wouldn’t do him any favours. Jaebum was actively admitting to fault, not that Taekwoon thought he was at fault. And he couldn’t really ever stay mad at the guy, even if he was. 

He’s not surprised that Jaebum reciprocates. The guy had a competitive streak no matter what he was doing. Taekwoon’s vaguely aware that Jaebum’s trying to flip him, but it gives him a little bit of satisfaction that he can’t. Not while he’s relying on his mutant strength anyways. Maybe on a normal day. 

“Nobody’s asking for his help,” he growls before realizing that it’s true. He might be relying partially on his demon form, but his demon was nowhere to be found. It was completely silent from the demon. He isn’t sure if he should be more scared because of that. It meant that all the violent and probably bad thoughts roaming around in his head and his bloodthirstyness was coming from himself. There’s another time in the future to worry about that, so he pushes his worries away for now. 

Taekwoon can sense the room darkening, “Sure let’s go with that,” he replies. There were certain things that set him off, it seems. Maybe being jealous was one. No, maybe letting himself be jealous was one. He hears the wood creaking as his fingers draw together. He brings their lips back together, and though he’s had no prior practice kissing with anyone else, he figures ‘passion’ is enough. He tastes blood, and isn’t even sure whose it is. Taekwoon pulls back long enough to lick the stray blood off his lips, “I figure you should know if he’s not dead by now, he will be soon.” He doesn’t say it looking for assurance or approval. It’s just a statement of the truth. He’s smelled the stranger’s scent, and it would be near impossible to make him forget.