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Top Jeon JungKook/Bottom Kim Taehyung

Vampires and Hunters

Dom/sub undertones

Rough sex

Implied consent

Jealous, possessive JJK

Light Bondage

Ripping Clothes

Spanking

Fluff & Smut

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His face is so perfect, flawless.

JungKook thinks when he gazes at the pale, ethereal figure on the dark, majestic four-poster bed lit only by a narrow sliver of moonlight falling from between the heavy curtains.

With his long, dark hair splayed over the large, elaborately embroidered cushions and his deeply crimson, full lips, the vampire is -even among the opulent bedding of silk and lace- by far the most beautiful thing amongst the beautiful things and he holds JungKook's attention completely.

He fiddles with the stake in his damp hands while he sits by the wall in the shadows and stares.

He always knew this was going to be difficult, there's too much between them, too much history.

Is there really no other way? JungKook wonders, hating his family burden, the impossibility of the curse ever being lifted, detesting the day he was born a Hunter.

Even when JungKook knows there's a chance that all of his own kind will perish if Taehyung -the Sleeping Beauty- lives, he still hesitates because that name still tastes sweet on his tongue.

The covers have been pushed down to the vampire's waist.

The smooth, silky skin shows between the widely parted sides of his frilly, cream nightdress, showing a delectable collarbone, the soft start of the curve toward the perfect, surprisingly pink nipple JungKook knows is there.

Immediately there is a kick in his pants and he curses the weakness of his body, the weakness of his mind for hesitating.

It meant nothing. He means nothing. He tells himself, thinking that if he just says it enough times, it'll somehow, magically, come true.

Yet when he sees the long, slender fingers resting on the covers, he remembers exactly how they feel on his hot skin -cool and firm, somehow always knowing exactly where to touch.

He remembers how the nails feel when they dig into his back, when they grab his ass when he thrusts...

He sighs and shakes his head, trying to clear the memories still stubbornly clinging on while he tightens his grip on the stake.

There's no other way... he repeats in his mind, over and over, like a mantra.

He stands up, steeling himself.

Entirely unnecessarily, as if compelled to say goodbye to all of Taehyung, JungKook pushes the covers aside and his breath is caught in his throat when he sees the long, pale, soft thigh all revealed with the crumpled nightdress rising to the soft curve of his hip.

As is to be expected, Taehyung hasn't changed at all -he is still just as beautiful, if not made more beautiful by time lost between them...

JungKook feels his mouth dry and he can't understand why he is making himself go through this, why he's just making it harder for himself, why he's delaying.

He wants to touch so badly, he wants to run his fingers up the thigh all the way up to the buttock -which he knows will be naked- and he wants to grab it... kiss his way up the vampire... just like he used to.

He doesn't really need to do it in order to succeed in his mission but JungKook forces himself to straddle the lush hips when he aligns the stake with the heart.

Briefly, his body freezes, unable to go through with it.

For the shortest of moments he considers if he'll be able to live with the knowledge that there will never again be a chance of tasting Taehyung if he now kills him.

The thought is like a slap in the face.

The ache in his chest is way too close to his heart when he swallows the feeling down.

Slowly, he checks the positioning of the stake, priming his muscles to lift and strike.

That is the very moment the eyes open.

The dark, soft, the most beautiful eyes JungKook has ever seen open and look directly into his soul.

There is no shock, no panic, no pleading. If anything, there's only softness, fondness.

"JungKook, you're alive."

The eyes do not waver from JungKook's and he can't help but to be surprised that the long, sharp stake pinching at Taehyung's chest, right below the curve of the sternum, pressing against his heart with only a layer of skin in between... doesn't even get a glimpse.

All of Taehyung's attention is on JungKook, and it makes him ache. Dangerously.

Because the look is enough to bring it all tumbling back, like a hurricane full of scents, tastes, touches, moans and JungKook nearly collapses under the intensity of the memories.

"I've missed you." It's all Taehyung says, in his deep gentle voice, his eyes warm, his full lips smiling a little.

JungKook feels his hands shake, sweat beading on his temples and his breath is frozen, still not moving in or out.

He wants to say something, apologise, explain, justify... he wants to say something -anything at all- but in the face of it, nothing comes out because not an inch of his body wants to go through with it.

He can no longer even remember why he's supposed to kill Taehyung.

All he remembers is what it feels like to kiss him. To hold him.

JungKook feels the subtle shift in the air, his spine tingles with it and everything inside of him tenses, tightens.

The soft eyes on him are suddenly hooded -seductive- and the lush lips part slightly -in temptation.

It isn't until a single finger comes to trace the edge of the stake as if it were the curve of his cock that JungKook knows he's lost.

He wants to give into it, to the sweet, sweet abandon that only Taehyung can provide. He wants to forget the world in his arms.

The stake clanks onto the floor, forgotten, when JungKook's mouth crushes against Taehyung's, cool slender arms immediately wrapping around his neck, pulling him close with such desperation that JungKook realises the Vampire shares his feelings, his need.

Angrily, JungKook shoves the covers away completely and lands on Taehyung's supple shape under him, which immediately softens and opens in welcome.

Lush thigs part and invite JungKook between them, loud groans echoing in the room when their clothed bodies align and their tongues slide against each other in heated desperation.

In fevered yanks, Taehyung tries to pull JungKook's top up at the back, trying to scratch his way into his pants, whining under his breath when the fabric doesn't budge.

"So needy for my cock already, are you precious?" JungKook's voice is low, his breath so hot in Taehyung's ear -it alone has his body winding and writhing under the Hunter.

"Yes...I need it... need it." Taehyung pants when a hand claws into his long hair, pulling back harshly. Demanding access, the other hand yanks and rips the nightdress off Taehyung's shoulder causing a raw, almost mad moan to shoot out of Taehyung's mouth at the rough handling.

It's been too long.

There is too much fabric covering Taehyung's delicious skin and JungKook is getting frustrated with it -the soft fabric gives into his violence when he rips more, this time to get to the soft, round, perfect ass cheek that fills his hand to perfection -and then some.

A ruthless mouth bites and sucks along the column of Taehyung's neck, devouring him mouthful at a time and all he can do is take it, the unyielding grip in his hair ensuring his compliance.

Taehyung's long fingers grip painfully onto JungKook's bicep when the slender waist lifts off the bed, strained noises turning in his throat at the roughness abusing it.

"Fuck!" JungKook yelps, subduing the offending hand by the wrist, pressing it hard against the bed, leaving Taehyung immobile under his firm hold.

No one else would dare to handle Taehyung the way JungKook handles him -the way he overpowers him, makes him submit and beg. Not even another vampire would consider doing that to a Royal, let alone a measly human -Hunter or not.

Yet every time, JungKook overwhelms Taehyung and takes what he wants with such ease... and Taehyung loves it, he loves it so, so much.

JungKook sits back on his heels and commands with undeniable authority:

"Turn over. Now."

His swollen cock throbs at the dark voice of control because Taehyung knows he's going to get exactly what he wants, what he needs and has waited for, for so long.

"You know what to do. Where's the oil?" he barks as if he's never left.

Taehyung reaches for the small cabinet by the bed but it's just too far so JungKook gets up, lights a candle to see and retrieves the bottle -not missing the various carved and chiselled shapes very reminiscent of cocks lined up next to the oil.

The single candle by the bed is sufficient to light the room softly.

When he turns back to face Taehyung in the flickering light, he feels pressure on his chest that squeezes so hard it feels like his heart is going to explode.

The way the Vampire waits for him, dark eyes eager, cheeks tinted pink, his delectable body so submissively arching, cheek against the sheets, ass in the air... JungKook is reminded that Taehyung truly is exquisite, a unique beauty, even among his own kind.

JungKook lifts the cork and smells the oil in its glass bottle, his mind immediately transported to memories of writhing, moaning, screaming and slippery bodies mingling.

"The scent is still the same..." he hums.

"It always was your favourite..." Taehyung says, something flickering in the depths of his dark eyes.

"Wrists together between your knees." JungKook instructs and the gentleness in his voice surprises him. They used to be a lot of things but they were never gentle.

"Aren't you going to undress?" Taehyung asks, eager eyes travelling over JungKook's strong form, over the dark leather trousers, the matching, tight leather waistcoat cinching his waist, the generously loose shirt revealing glimpses of tattooed chest and forearms where the sleeves have been messily rolled up to the elbow.

"Would you like me to?" JungKook asks, his voice somehow conveying not only slight irritation over being questioned but also unbridled pleasure over Taehyung wanting to see him naked again.

Taehyung smiles and breathes heavily when JungKook gets behind him, beyond his field of sight and just waits, silent.

"No. Not yet." He finally answers from the darkness and Taehyung's stomach flips at the promise of more.

The way Taehyung lies on the bed makes him very vulnerable, defenceless, and it leaves JungKook completely in charge and free to do whatever he wants.

Of course Taehyung could overpower JungKook at any moment because he is infinitely stronger -even against a Hunter, he is unbeatable.

But that's not the point, not to them.

The point is that Taehyung submits willingly, he wants to be vulnerable, he wants to give away his power.

And JungKook wants to take it -he wants it all- until there is nothing left but a powerless, sobbing wreck begging to be filled, pleading to come and melting in his hands.

The ripped nightdress is still hanging off Taehyung, half over the curve of his ass and JungKook reaches to remove it, sliding his hand over the lobe in the process.

Immediately there is a soft gasp from Taehyung and its effect is devastating because it it's so familiar and because JungKook has missed it, too much.

He could never have forgotten this view, it has been forever burnt into his head yet to see it again in the flesh blows JungKook's mind away when he slowly reveals the ass so beautifully presented, just for him.

When he touches Taehyung, it's exactly how he remembers it: incredibly smooth, faultless, soft flesh so pliable it dents easily when he squeezes it. He grabs both sides, kneading like delicious dough, watching the crevice in between widening and narrowing, the moaning getting louder at every spread.

"Please JungKookie..." The nickname travels up and down JungKook's skin like a flurry of winter snow disturbed by the wind followed by something that can only be described as tender warmth -because it's something shared only between them, only known by the two of them.

When JungKook touches Taehyung, he always responds as if he's never been touched before, his reactions so addictive and enchanting it's impossible to stop.

To be so wanted is... marvellous -but to be so wanted by Taehyung is... ecstasy.

JungKook wants to control more, to ensure Taehyung is restrained not only mentally but also physically -he realises his need to claim and own is completely out of proportion, magnified by the efforts it took to stay away.

He rips a strong strip of fabric from the remnants of Taehyung's nightdress still hanging off him and sneaks it underneath the wrists lying on the bed between the lush thighs.

He wraps it around a few times and ties the slender limbs together, tightly.

"Good?" JungKook asks although a gentle moan has already answered his question.

"Yes.. please Kookie..." The hips roll, tempting.

JungKook grabs the oil and pours it in a generous line first over one buttock then across to the other, leaving it to drip smoothly down the delicious curve and into the awaiting groove.

Breathing heavily through his nose, JungKook dips his fingers in the oil, drawing gentle circles with it. That's already enough to make Taehyung tremble.

"You always were so sensitive..." he says just when he splays his fingers over the lush flesh, tracing a thumb over the twitching hole.

"P-please have me, please." Taehyung can't seem to stop begging and it pleases JungKook, infinitely.

Without any more preliminaries, JungKook pushes in two fingers and is shocked to find the hole surprisingly soft and forgiving of his intrusion.

Immediately JungKook withdraws, Taehyung whining at the loss.

There is a loud slap and a gasp in the room when JungKook spanks Taehyung's oily buttock, hard.

And again.

He repeats four times on either side until Taehyung sobs -from the pain as much as the pleasure. He feels the delicious tingle spread from his heated derrière all the way around his body, making it hum. He wonders how pink his ass looks for JungKook and the thought thrums inside him.

"Have you just fucked someone? Am I going to find your ass tainted by someone else's come?" His voice almost savage, JungKook spits the words out, his jealousy close to out of control.

He reaches to yank Taehyung's head back by the hair.

"Answer me." he demands firmly, with a hint of desperation shading his words.

"N-No, no one. Please. I used..." He tries to nod toward the cabinet with his eyes rolling at the ecstasy of having his hair pulled.

Suddenly there is a hot pressure against Taehyung's hole and he nearly passes out from pleasure when JungKook shoves his cock in, hard, all the way.

Hot tears of pleasure burn in the corners of Taehyung's eyes when JungKook fucks, ruthlessly, long, heavy strokes while pulling his thick hair like reins, bruising Taehyung's hips with his hard, unforgiving grip.

Taehyung cries out loudly at every thrust, his overjoyed shrieks joining the slapping noises of skin on skin filling the air.

"S'mine. Your ass. Is mine. Hear me?" JungKook grits through his teeth in the rhythm of the forceful slams into the Vampire's tight hole.

"Y-yes, only... yours..." Taehyung cries his answer.

Taehyung is so incredibly turned on that he can feel his fangs extend despite his best efforts at keeping them in. He hisses and the noise is enough for JungKook to know.

"My little tiger coming out to play, huh?" he reaches over and hooks his index and middle fingers in Taehyung's mouth from either side, spreading his mouth open like a gag, leaving the fangs clearly on display while he fucks, hard and deep, while the damp from the Vampire's mouth gathers and finally drips down his chin onto the bed.

Taehyung is on the precipice of an orgasm, trying to hold on for dear life -knowing that JungKook would think it too soon.

Whether it's Taehyung's desperate noises that give him away or luck saving the day, either way, JungKook stops just in time, leaving Taehyung's cock bursting full and throbbing.

Getting frustrated by his clothes still hanging off him, JungKook pulls away and commands darkly:

"Turn around, on your back."

While JungKook watches Taehyung shuffling and twisting awkwardly with his tied wrists, he yanks his clothes off -his heavy cock bobbing in front of him.

He doesn't even have to ask and Taehyung's legs open for him and the tied wrists fly to settle above his head.

JungKook can't help the little proud smile that plays in the corner of his mouth when he sees Taehyung's eagerness to please him, the way he offers his body for him to own, the way he begs with his damp eyes.

JungKook climbs back on the bed but before he positions himself between Taehyung's legs, he leans down to kiss the inside of the soft thigh gently, caressing over the smooth skin in slow circles while Taehyung whimpers.

To the Vampire this kind of sensation is almost worse than the harsh fucking because it gives his mind time to think, the desire space to build.

JungKook of course knows this -there isn't a lot about Taehyung and his body that he doesn't know.

Where JungKook would have delayed for longer in the past, he now decides to untie Taehyung's hands and allow them freedom to roam.

This way -hands free, face to face- is different.

When their bodies join, it's gentle, their eyes too busy gazing and speaking, lips too eager brushing against lips, fingers fluttering around wisps of hair, along collarbones...

It's gentle. Intimate. All-encompassing.

Taehyung cups JungKook's face and kisses him gently just when he starts to move with more determination, pushing deeper, harder and Taehyung can feel it already, how close he is, how close JungKook is.

Trying to get more leverage to meet the shoves, he throws his arm around JungKook's neck and moves his hips, meeting every thrust with a thrust of his own and suddenly they are moaning right into each other's mouths, the heat unbearable.

"I-I'm g-g... please?" Taehyung shakes, every single muscle in his body tensing and pulsing with his impending orgasm and JungKook has the audacity to delay his permission for a few moments longer -long enough that Taehyung thinks his eyes are going to stay rolling at the back of his head forever.

"Go on, love."

Immediately Taehyung twists and turns, his body convulsing at the intensity of his pleasure -which is only added to by the fact that JungKook joins him -spilling his seed as deep as he can get inside Taehyung.

The Vampire wraps his arms and legs around the slumped figure of the Hunter, enjoying the weight on top of him which is like a comforting blanket.

Knowing that Taehyung is probably still trying to retract his fangs, JungKook adjusts his position, stretching his neck and simply says: "Go on."

Cradling the head, Taehyung sinks his teeth into JungKook's jugular and he hears himself moan deeply.

This is when he's no longer able to contain his tears which run down his cheeks the way the blood runs down his throat because of the torrent of emotions inside him since the moment he opened his eyes and saw his beloved JungKook holding a stake to his heart.

He would have been happy to die just knowing that JungKook was still alive.

Now, his tears fall like rain because he really thought he'd never see him again, that he was lost to him. To have JungKook here, even if it's just for one more time, fills Taehyung's heart with bittersweet happiness.

It's not just about the blood, it never has been with JungKook. It's about the bond, the trust, the link, the passion. All exchanged in a willing circle of power -the blood balancing it out as if returning Taehyung the power he willingly gave away.

Careful not to take too much blood, Taehyung pushes JungKook off him gently, settling him down onto his back on the bed. He gazes at the beautiful man, the body covered in tattoos and wonders what it could be like if he could have him to hold, forever.

"It's not true, you know. Whatever the reason they gave you to come and kill me." Taehyung whispers, his voice thick with feeling.

Furrowed brows ask the question.

"The only reason they want to kill me is to keep us apart. You left before I could tell you...." His voice cracks. Before I could tell you so many things, Taehyung thinks, suddenly feeling sadness seep deep into his bones. "I'm not sure if it matters anymore..."

Feeling the familiar ache in his heart, he turns to get up but JungKook grabs his wrist and pulls him back, right into his embrace.

"I need to know." JungKook speaks, this time eyeing Taehyung from above, his voice gravelly. Fingers trace Taehyung's eyebrow, down his cheek, a thumb shuffles at his bottom lip and JungKook allows himself a soft kiss.

Staring into the starry eyes that seem so warm, Taehyung clears his throat and begins.

"It's because together we would be too dangerous... according to an ancient legend, joined we would hold too much power." Taehyung slides his fingers over JungKook's cheek with affection.

"A Vampire Legend? What does that have anything to do with a Hunter like me?"

Taehyung hates the way JungKook's face closes off when he is reminded of who they really are.

"Well, obviously vampires and hunters have always been linked by magic, one would never exist without the other -we are like two but opposing halves of the same... so it's perhaps not that far-fetched that a legend says an ancient vampire of royal bloodline and a hunter of an ancient bloodline can form a sacred bond of blood."

"Do you mean that you would make me a vampire?" JungKook looks incredulous, positively horrified by the idea.

"No, nono. The bond only transfers powers, nothing more. This is why the councils are trying to hide it because it would make me the most powerful Vampire who ever lived and you, the most powerful Hunter."

JungKook's lips wobble as if he's trying to hold back a laugh.

Taehyung slaps his arm in annoyance, unable to stop giggling when JungKook bursts into laughter.

"It's true! Stop laughing, I'm being serious!" Taehyung smiles, grateful for the lighter moment.

He continues: "The exchange is a bond of life. The Hunter gives life to make the Vampire a daywalker. The Vampire gives life for the Hunter to become immortal."

"Daywalker? Aren't those just stuff of fantasies?" He says even though his mind is already daydreaming of walking in the woods, the meadow, down to the sea -with Taehyung, in the sunshine... and his heart aches at the thought.

How beautiful would those dark eyes look when sunlight hits them?

"An immortal.... That's a long time to live. Would you choose to be immortal now, if you had the choice, Taehyung?" JungKook asks, the importance of the question suddenly paramount.

Taehyung stares at his fingers, fiddling with them before he lifts his eyes to JungKook and speaks in a quiet voice.

"No, not alone." JungKook's heart beats like a drum because Taehyung's eyes say what his words do not -that he would choose to live forever but only if it were with him.

"But it doesn't matter, we best stop talking about it, I only wanted to explain why you need to be careful with the council." Taehyung dismisses it, eyes wet again. This time when he stands up, JungKook lets him.

He pulls on a silk kimono and reaches for a hair brush.

Methodically, he starts to brush through his long locks, just to do something so that he doesn't have to think about what he has just told JungKook.

After a long silence, JungKook speaks:

"If I don't kill you, they will just keep sending people until somebody does." A statement of fact.

"Yes."

"Well, what are you going to do?" JungKook feels the frustration build under his skin.

"I'm just going to keep fighting them."

"I was sitting here for a long time, I could have killed you a hundred times!!! What if they get to you?!" His voice gets shriller.

"Well, then... I guess I'll be dead. I've lived long enough..." Taehyung says, in a slightly over-dramatic way.

In a heartbeat JungKook is there, grabbing his arms and shaking him.

"Stop saying things like that!" he is angry because he can't stand how flippantly Taehyung speaks about his own life and how this awful, dark feeling inside him just squeezes his whole being tighter and tighter, until he can't breathe.

"I'll do it! The bond thing, I'll do it!" JungKook shouts, squeezing Taehyung's arms in desperation.

Taehyung shakes his head and tries to move away but JungKook doesn't let him, instead he pulls him close, holding him tightly around the slender waist.

Taehyung wipes his eyes, relishing the strong arms around him while knowing that it can't be for good. 

"You don't want to do that, it wouldn't be fair on you... it would bind you to me. For all eternity. Not only that but if I died, you'd die with me. We'd always be one. How could I ask you to do that... I... I love you too damn much to make you choose, to tie yourself down to me."

By the time Taehyung finishes speaking, tears are falling down his cheeks, wetting the soft fabric below. He tries to hide his face into the wide shoulder in front of him but he's pulled back up and forced to look at JungKook.

Taehyung gasps when he sees the tears glistening in the starry eyes looking back at him.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I left you without saying anything. There hasn't been a single moment since then that I haven't thought of you, Taehyung. So you're a fucking idiot if you think I'm going to leave you again."

"I'll love you forever, I already have."