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Minho was new to his job as a vampire hunter. He had only had two calls on his own after coming out of his apprenticeship and they were easy calls, the vampires just being born a few days ago, made obvious by their inexperience and greedy feeding habits, leaving trails of blood.
It wasn’t too long before he had them cornered with silver crosses, shackled and placed in a holding cell.
Ever since vampires were discovered again these were the rules they followed to secure them. They were still (technically) living beings and deserved to live and have their rights as well. And they have shown that most can live alongside humans if they contain their urges. Society had learned their urges are controllable. It is not something they can’t use will power for, so they are allowed to live as long as they obey and follow the rules. They are allowed to live in harmony with humans but they are forbidden to drink from them.
Anyone could be a Vampire Hunter if they wanted to; they just had to go through an apprenticeship for a year and then they were out on their own. It’s just that because of how dangerous it was no one wanted to do it. Only the crazy ones wanted to. But because of how dangerous it was it paid well. Very well. Minho only had to work a couple days out of the week and Minho wasn’t afraid of death, so he thought why not? Plus he would rather die helping people and for the good of mankind than anything. He just had to keep himself on call to receive notices and he was on call more often than not.
He hated his full time job as an accountant so he made the spontaneous decision to make a career change since everyone kept saying what good money it was, maybe Minho was crazy, but the gig had been going pretty smoothly so far.
That was when found himself with a call that led him here.
It was the back alleyways of downtown. His coworkers told him that this area is a hot spot for vampires to lurk on unsuspecting victims. It was mostly just homeless people or drug dealers that came around here, basically easy targets for vampires who wanted a bite of a warm body.
In the shadows beside the dumpster he saw him, a lonesome vampire.
“Oh fuck, the cops,” the rather small vampire with dark hair startled as Minho came to stand in front of him.
“I swear I haven’t even done anything! I was just hungry…I overheard some other vampires saying this was an easy place to get a warm meal, so I came here… I was just going to grab a quick bite and be on my way, but I haven’t even done anything yet, I swear!”
The young vampire was talking so fast Minho couldn’t even get a word in edgewise.
“I know us vampires get a bad rap but I wasn’t going to drain the guy or anything or turn him. That would be way too much responsibility on my part.”
Although, Minho was barely hearing him, he was too busy staring. Minho was kind of shocked by how beautiful this vampire was. He had long, curly dark brown hair, honey skin and big brown eyes. His eyes raked down his lean, slender body. With broad shoulders and a tiny waist, he was actually painfully his type. He quickly diverted his eyes from the vampire’s body. He did not want to be seen checking him out, that would be embarrassing.
“I just get tired of drinking cold blood bags and even microwaving them…it’s just not the same.” He pouted, and Minho thought he had such a cute pout.
Vampires are supposed to drink blood bags and from wildlife that is in season. They are forbidden from drinking from humans but they love to get a taste for the thrill of it.
“Oh wait, you’re a Vampire Hunter.” He tensed up. It was more common to see a cop than an actual vampire hunter since there weren’t too many in the profession.
He looked a bit nervous at first but must have noticed by the Hunter’s body language, or maybe smell, that he wasn’t the most confident being new to the job and everything. He squints his eyes knowingly, a grin forming on his plush lips. Minho could feel him lower his guard.
Minho blushed. He needed to pull himself together.
He felt drawn to this vampire, he didn’t know what it was, but he felt a strange pull to him. He was always prepared on the job, hunters were advised to take anti vampire charm pills, but for some reason it wasn’t working with this vampire. Was he charming him or was it something else completely?
“What are you doing in a place like this? It sucks,” Minho said to him after he had finally stopped blabbering.
Jisung laughed, the corners of his eyes crinkling and showing a gummy smile. “Was that a vampire pun?”
“Don’t.” Minho said squinting his eyes. “It was not.”
Jisung blew raspberries in disappointment, his sharp canines peaking out from under his lips. “Aw, you’re boring. You don’t like to joke around a little?” He rolled his eyes and giggled. “You vampire hunter guys are all alike.”
Minho smiled back, amused. “No, I was just saying this is not a nice place for a pretty boy like you.”
Jisung flushed, opened and closed his mouth like he did not expect Minho to say that.
“Hey!” Jisung was broken out of his daze as his wrists were grabbed roughly, pinned behind his back, and cold, metal handcuffs were placed on them, a loud click locking them together.
“I told you I’m innocent! Ugh, this is the worst day ever.”
He drove them down the street, sirens on, red and blue lights flashing.
Jisung rambled on and on about how he was innocent, how he didn’t do anything, saying Minho was being unfair to him, saying he is owed his rights, insulting Minho, saying he sucked at his job. This guy sure loved to yap, Minho thought. He was definitely a talker.
“Where are we going?” Jisung suddenly asked, confusion clouding his features as he saw Minho pulling into an apartment complex.
Minho was silent as he parked the police car in his apartment parking lot, and as he grabbed Jisung roughly and pulled him out of the car and into his apartment.
As soon as he had the door to his apartment closed and locked up behind them he then pushed Jisung to the door rather roughly and kissed him, his plush lips so soft against his own.
Jisung tensed in shock at first but soon after he leaned into the kiss as they slotted their lips together, turning his head to get a better angle. Minho then plunged his tongue into Jisung’s mouth and Jisung opened up fervently, Minho’s tongue slipping behind his teeth, licking around his mouth desperately, their tongues tangling together. Minho moaned unabashedly.
Minho pulled away, trailing wet, open mouth kisses down Jisung’s jaw, down his neck, his collarbone and back to suck on the skin right where his neck and collarbone met. He sucked harshly until he left a mark, Jisung’s sweet whines and whimpers coaxing him on.
Minho trailed a hand down to palm Jisung through his pants, cock straining hard against his jeans, causing his breath to catch in his throat.
Jisung shook his still tied up hands in an attempt to show Minho he wanted to be released. Minho obliged, pulling the keys from his pocket and unlocking it, hearing it fall to the ground with a clank.
Minho felt Jisung’s hands trail down his body and slip up his shirt caressing his stomach and chest. He ran his hands over Minho’s nipples causing him to gasp and he barely caught the pleased smirk on Jisung’s face before closing his eyes in pleasure.
Minho reached down to the hem of Jisung’s shirt, lifting it over his head. Jisung did the same to him. His hands explored Jisung’s tight body, squeezing his round pecs, down to his well formed abs and his tiny waist. He really had such a nice body. He reached down and grabbed his ass, squeezing it. Jisung gasped into his mouth while they continued to kiss all teeth and tongue.
Minho placed his hands under the small of Jisung’s back and under his knees lifting him effortlessly, Jisung kissed him back still, seemingly surprised if the slight gasp he made was anything to go by. He carried him across the room and threw him forcefully on the bed.
Minho leaned over top of Jisung, kissing him roughly and sucking his plump button lip in his mouth before going back to suck on his neck, causing Jisung to moan and leaving pink bruises in his wake.
He reached down to unzip Jisung’s pants pulling them down with his underwear in one swift motion and tossed them unceremoniously to the floor beside his bed.
His eyes scanned Jisung’s form taking in his fully naked body, god, he was so gorgeous.
“Stop staring,” Jisung said, turning his head to the side, a slight blush on his cheek.
“I can’t help it, you’re so beautiful.”
Jisung seemed to blush even darker if possible.
Minho pulled off his own pants and underwear as well and reached over to his nightstand rifling through it until he found his lube and condoms.
Jisung lifted an eyebrow at the condom in Minho’s hand when he turned back to him. “You don’t need that.”
“Yes, I do. I know vampires can be carriers for diseases even if you are immune yourselves.” Minho replied.
Jisung pouted, mumbling something about him being clean under his breath and Minho thought it was the cutest thing ever.
He squeezed some lube onto three fingers, warming it up and guided Jisung to lay down and get comfortable. He pushed the digits into Jisung one by one working him opening gently until he was sighing and moaning in pleasure below him and kept going until he felt that he was stretched enough.
He lowered his head down and pressed his tongue flat against Jisung’s cock and licked a swipe up the side. Jisung gasped at the sensation. He then took all of it in his mouth, sucking in his cheeks, and gliding down his length effortlessly.
He kept a rhythmic pace, thrusting his fingers in and out of Jisung and bobbing his head up on down until Jisung almost couldn’t take it anymore.
“Oh fuck,” Jisung yelped, body twitching. “You’re gonna make me come if you keep doing that.”
Minho hummed before he popped off his cock with an obscene sound, lips red and wet, a smirk on his face, wiping the drool and precum off.
“I think I’m ready,” Jisung said with a blush, turning his head away again. He seemed to have a hard time keeping eye contact. Cute, Minho thought.
After ripping open the condom wrapper and rolling the condom expertly onto his cock he lined his length up to Jisung’s hole and pushed in slowly. His eyes almost rolled into the back of his head. It felt so fucking good, Jisung was so hot and tight, he felt like he might bust already and he hadn’t even started thrusting yet.
Once he felt like he had gained some semblance of control he then started rhythmically thrusting his hips, touching all over Jisung’s body, holding onto and squeezing his hips.
Jisung was gripping onto his shoulders and scratching, his nails sharp, Minho wondered if they had drawn blood. As he pounded into him, incoherent words and moans slipped out of Jisung’s mouth.
He leaned down to kiss him and Jisung kissed back hungrily, swirling his tongue around his, sucking on his tongue roughly causing his cock to twitch inside of him, and then before he knew it he tasted iron and realized he must have grazed his tongue on one of the sharp fangs, but he actually came to find out he liked the pain, thought it was kind of hot.
When he pulled back from the kiss a string of saliva connected their mouths until it snapped, Minho’s mouth was so wet with both of their saliva, some dripping down his chin onto Jisung’s chest.
Minho reached under Jisung’s thighs and pulled his legs up to rest on Minho’s shoulders to get a deeper angle, causing a yelp from Jisung as he pushed himself in deeper, feeling his hot, wet warmth around him, the full feeling was almost overwhelming. He pulled out and slammed back in slowly at first to make sure Jisung was getting adjusted and then picked up the speed of his thrusts, abruptly snapping his hips, the sound of skin slapping on skin so deliciously.
He placed Jisung’s legs back down and grabbed a pillow, placing it underneath his lower back so he could get a better angle and have Jisung more comfortable.
He started to thrust again inside of Jisung, keeping a good pace until the thrusts got more erratic, he could tell he wasn’t going to last much longer. By the way Jisung was moaning and his body was tightening up he could tell he wasn’t going to last much longer either.
“You know,” Jisung said, a quick glance down at Minho’s neck and then back up to his eyes, “I am still hungry.”
Jisung unhinged his jaw, opening his mouth wide and without haste sunk his fangs into Minho’s neck.
Minho let out the most embarrassing moan. His neck felt like it was on fire, the slice of teeth hurt so bad. The crunch of the sharp fangs cutting into his neck tissue was a surreal feeling.
Jisung released his bite on Minho, and started sucking on the bite wound on his neck, draining him of his blood.
As Jisung teased his nipples with his deft fingers, rubbed on his chest, down his stomach, squeezed his waist. Fuck, it felt good. His hands were so gentle on his body, pleasuring him, making sure he felt good after the sharp sting of his teeth. Minho almost forgot he was sucking his life blood right out of him.
Then it started to feel really good. The pain was completely gone now and Minho was just filled with pleasure, it was pure bliss.
Minho kept letting out moans and whimpers, his body felt light, he felt like he was floating.
Jisung continued his sucking on his neck, milking him of his blood, leaving Minho and filled with euphoria. He was in heaven, fuck, he should have done this forever ago.
The bite sent him over the edge, the rhythm of his hips went sporadic as he chased his release, white stars sparking behind his eyelids as his release came in spurts, filling up the condom inside Jisung, his body spent.
Minho reached down in between them, grabbing Jisung’s neglected, leaking cock and started pumping him languidly. Jisung moaned into his neck. It didn’t take long until he came as well, releasing white ropes onto both of their chests and stomachs.
When his climax was over he released his suck on Minhos neck, and licked over the puncture holes rather gently and oddly affectionately. “This is the best day ever.”
Not long after Minho came, he felt a wave of exhaustion come over him. His head hit the pillow and before he knew it he passed out.
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When Minho woke up the next day he felt super lightheaded, his head was so dizzy. He turned his head over to the side and there was Jisung, scrolling on his phone, bare chested, with Minho’s pink covers covering his bottom half which Minho assumed was still naked under the covers. He felt his body tingle at the thought.
Jisung must have felt himself being watched because he turned his head a few seconds later and locked eyes with Minho.
“Oh, you’re finally up. Come on, you should eat something. You lost a lot of blood,” he said and actually had the nerve to have a smug smile on his face.
Minho groaned and rolled his eyes. Food didn’t sound too bad of an idea though, he thought, as his stomach betrayed him and growled loudly. He tossed the covers off of himself, in the morning light he was feeling a bit self conscious, but reached into his dresser to grab a pair of boxers and a random tee shirt before hastily throwing them on.
He paused for a second then dug into his dresser again to toss Jisung a plain tee and boxers as well, causing Jisung to blink at him then just stare. He didn’t say anything as he got up himself and put them on.
Minho then made his way to the kitchen to cook up a quick meal for himself, as well as making some extra for Jisung and then sat at his kitchen table with a simple slice of toast with butter and two over medium eggs chewing uncharacteristically quickly. He didn’t realize how hungry he was until he took the first bite, then he couldn’t stop stuffing his face.
It was quiet for a while, just them eating until Minho spoke.
“Wow, I can’t believe I just slept with a vampire. What was I thinking?”
“You were thinking this vampire was really hot and you had to get him in bed.” Jisung said, wiggling his eyebrows.
“I bet you did some mind control on me so I would want to fuck you,” he said jokingly, knowing this wasn’t the case since he took special pills.
Jisung stuck out his tongue and poked Minho in the forehead with his finger. “Nope, actually I didn’t this time. That was all you.”
“This time…”
“Want to do it again?” Jisung asked, a devilish smile curling on his face.
Minho felt his cheeks flush, but said nothing.
“That’s not a no.” Jisung said smiling, his fangs popping out.