[=|Misleading|=|TaeJoon|=]
[=|Demon|=]

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Taehyung looks up at his boss with a scowl and a face wrinkled up in absolute disgust.

"You're kidding me... Please tell me that this is a big fat joke!"

"Unfortunately, no. This demon we're going for is very powerful and we need some retired workers from himself to get to him. We found two incubi." His boss says with crossed arms.

Taehyung scoffs, bursting into laughter, for a moment believing his lies.

"You hate demons as much as I do. Why do I think I became a hunter?! To sit there and let them ride my cock?! No! I came here to slaughter them!"

"As do I, Taehyung, but do you want this Satanistic beast to die or not?"

Silence. Taehyung wants nothing but to feel the beast's blood splatter all over him, have his organs spill out and feel his pulsing flesh against his skin.

"That's what I thought. We've put collars on the incubi so they cannot hurt you. If they try to, we will give you the remote. One of them sends out electrical shocks, the other sends burns. They both enjoy the other."

Slowly nodding, Taehyung sighs deeply and stares at his boss. "When do I meet them?"

"Now." His boss says. "Bring in the incubi!"

Taehyung can already hear the mumbling of voices and chains rattling, moans that disgust him and laughter.

Out come two of the most beautiful beings Taehyung has ever seen.

One of them is small and fragile, with a perfect pale skin and loving pink eyes, his pink hair falling over his head perfectly. He's wearing literally nothing, revealing everything.

His voice is whiny and needy, pressing on against the guard that holds him to pull tighter.

He has chains around his wrists and his neck, attached to the unmissable collar around his neck. He obediently walks forward though when his eyes land on Taehyung.

It's as if something in him jumps and he lights up, starting to pull at the chains and leaning forward to take a whiff of his scent. How he wants to hold this man's hand and take his life energy...

The other is more growly and dominant. He's tall in comparison to the shorter incubus, with dark brown hair in a parting to the side, with red eyes blazing at the guard, who holds him tighter than he should.

He wears nothing as well, but to the tight collar around his neck and rings around his wrists, waist, and arms.

He growls at everyone he meets and bites towards them with sharp teeth. Layers like sharks and eyes like the devil, blazing towards the hunter.

Taehyung almost shivers at his exterior. Almost.

"Taehyung, introduce yourself."

"Do I have to? You just said my name anyway--"

"Now."

With a sigh, Taehyung glares at the two incubi. The taller one has stopped pulling and growling, but glares at Taehyung with disgust and death. The shorter one is still trying to reach out to touch him, unsuccessfully.

"My name is Taehyung. I'm a demon hunter first class. I'm an expertise with weaponry and magic."

"Magic is useless." The taller incubus snaps, his deep voice cutting through the tense atmosphere like a knife. "The demon you're up against exists out of magic. You'll only feed it by using it."

Already finding their big mistakes, multiple agents around them begin to look around, worried to see if anyone else made the same mistake.

Even Taehyung raises an eyebrow. "So you're the smart one, I assume."

"If you assume anything of me I will eat you!" The incubus growls. "I'll fuck you open until you bleed and feast of your insides. I might keep your ass though..." He smirks, biting his lip, glancing down at Taehyung.

Rolling his eyes, Taehyung squishes the incubus' cheeks, having agents gasp.

Immediately the incubus snaps his jaw at him, almost getting his wrist.

Taehyung presses the button on the device that his boss handed him. The red one.

Immediately, visible shocking bolts come from the collar around the incubus' neck and he screams out in pain, roaring curses and swear words.

The shorter pouts and leans against the taller, who pants when its over and glares at Taehyung with hatred.

Smirking, the hunter shakes the device in front of him. "Obey me and you won't get hurt."

"You have no rights to imprison us. We are as much alive beings as you are!"

Taehyung scoffs and leans closer, their lips almost touching. His hooded eyes fall over those ruby crystals of the demon, who's breath hitches.

"Obey me..." Taehyung whispers, his hot breath fanning the demon's flawless skin. "And you won't get hurt."

With a short, deep growl from he demon, Taehyung pulls away.

"Your names?"

"Jimin!" The shorter demon moans, again leaning forward to get a touch.

The taller growls again, but his eyes grow wary when Taehyung's finger hovers over the button once more.

"Namjoon."

"That wasn't so hard now, was it?" Taehyung teases. "Bring them to the training arena. I'll be there shortly."

With a tug at the chains, both incubi are taken away.

"Give them clothes please! I don't want to see any dicks near me again!" He yells after them, sighing when he pulls the remote around his belt with the pin.

His boss smiles at him. "I knew you were a perfect fit."

"Where did you find them?"

"The shorter one we found at a strip club, the taller one we found at the library."

Taehyung frowns. "The library?"

"Perhaps he is a reader." His boss shrugs. "But that's none of our concern."

Nodding, Taehyung says his goodbyes and moves to the training arena. He wants to see how powerful incubi really are.

The door slides open after minutes of being there and the incubi are taken inside, still by their chains, half-dressed in an agent's outfit.

"Oh, for fuck's sake." Namjoon growls at him. "I thought we were rid of you!"

"Big words for such a small mouth." Taehyung grins.

"I don't suck dick, I let my dick get sucked. This is the price." Namjoon smirks, revealing his sharp teeth.

Jimin whines. "Can't I just be naked? I'm sure you'll like my body!"

"I do not allow any naked bodies near me or in my sight. As long as you are with me, there will be no flirting, no fucking, no seducing, no undressing, and no manipulation on me." Taehyung says sternly.

"I can't promise you all of that!" Jimin whines.

"Well, than you best get used to obeying me. Because I will burn your fragile, sweet, soft skin until it's burned black and rough."

Jimin's face goes white in fear and he shakes his head. "Please not that! I'd much rather get electrified!"

Chuckling, Taehyung tells the guards to unchain them. With hesitation, they do as told and immediately run away and shut the door before Namjoon can chase after them.

Sadly, the demon was already prepared.

The moment he is fully unchained he chases for the guards in a speed that makes him look almost invisible. He pushes one of the guards over and growls at him.

He smirks, licking his lips hungrily. "I can smell your fear... Please be more afraid. It will only make you taste better on my tongue."

He opens his mouth, ready to take a bite when once again, electric shocks bolt off of his body, having him scream and growl out in pain.

The guard quickly escapes and shuts the door, surprised that Jimin didn't go for them. But Jimin is afraid of fire. So much that it hurts him.

"Do I get a reward for staying?" Jimin asks softly, looking up at Taehyung with big pink eyes.

Taehyung simply nods. "For every good action, either obedient or well-executed, you will have one minute of taking my life force. This is only by contact. Not sex. If I catch anything more needy than a simply hand-in-hand, than I will take it to become a punishment."

Gulping, Jimin nods.

Namjoon only pants, reaching for his throat and glaring at Taehyung. "You monster."

"Look at yourself."

"We do not hurt people for our own amusement. We hurt humans because they hurt us." Namjoon growls, slowly getting up, weak from his second shock.

Taehyung shrugs. "I don't care. Show me your magic."

"Our what?"

"You want us to use you?"

Taehyung nods. "If you're strong on magic, than good. We'll train you in weaponry and based on your amount of strength in magic we will decide how strong of a weapon you'll get."

Nodding obediently, Jimin smiles. "Yes master!"

"Don't." Taehyung snarls. "Either call me sir or V."

Namjoon frowns. "V?"

"My code name." Taehyung replies. "It's V."

Nodding, Namjoon slowly comes closer. He keeps his distance, but there is a faint glow in his eyes as his lips part into a half-smirk, tilting his head back.

Taehyung cocks a brow, smirking at the incubus.

It sure is working for Jimin, who squirms in his spot before jumping to Namjoon's feet, his eyes big in ecstasy. It's like he just took drugs.

"Jimin, who told you to move?" Namjoon growls deeply, his voice almost echoing with lust.

Jimin's eyes glinster, shaking his head slowly.

Taehyung watches with interest, glaring at Namjoon. His red eyes switch from Jimin's submissive self to Taehyung, who can feel the impact on his brain.

He still refuses to give into those millions of dirty thoughts and hormones running through him.

"Aren't you going to join the fun too, Taehyung?" Namjoon purrs, gliding his tongue over his lips.

Scoffing a little, Taehyung looks at him. "Would you like that?"

"Would I?"

"If I'd give in as easily as someone who thrives off sex?"

Namjoon raises one of his brows, scoffing and taking large steps towards him. "Perhaps."

Looking up, Taehyung bites his lip, eyeing the incubus up and down. "You're handsome." He mumbles. "Certainly a piece of art."

"I know."

Smirking, Taehyung pushes him away. "But not enough to make me fall for you."

Frowning at the sudden rejection, Namjoon lets go of his magic, having Jimin confused and panicky at the same time.

"Your magic is weak, strangely enough."

Namjoon's face wrinkles in anger. How dare a human tell him he has weak magic. He is human!

"Alright, Jimin. Let's see your magic."

"I don't want to be here for it." Namjoon frowns and crosses his arms.

"You're going to be."

"Over my dead body-GAH!!"

Namjoon screams in pain, falling to the floor as Taehyung presses the button for the third time. No wonder his magic is weak.

"Jimin, show me your magic."

"Y-yes sir!" Jimin, squeaking nervously, looks at a growling Namjoon.

He knows that look.

"B-but..."

"Now, Jimin." Taehyung snaps, taking a big step closer. "I'm giving you three seconds before I press the button."

Squeaking in fear, Jimin eyes light up, glinstering with diamonds as he takes a step back.

Almost immediately Taehyung feels the impact. The pumping adrenaline within his body, the rising blood, the arousal entering his system.

It's weakening him...

Even Namjoon, who is trying to refuse Jimin's overwhelming magic, fails to do so as he is quickly moaning in pleasure at the younger's use.

"J-Jimin! Stop! Stop!"

Taehyung's repeating command makes the younger squirm in fear as he immediately lowers his head, shutting his eyes tightly for the burn.

But he only feels Taehyung's hand on his clothed shoulder.

He's panting, eyes filled with fading lust. "Good job, Jimin." He says softly. "You're strong."

The compliments towards the younger makes Namjoon frown. He also wants to be praised...

No. He doesn't need praise from a human. Especially not Kim Taehyung.

Namjoon sits up, glaring at Jimin in some sort of jealousy. Why did his magic do so poorly? It always worked fine...

Eventually Taehyung takes a keycard from his pocket and swipes it through. The wall pulls back and slides aside, revealing weapons from all varriaties.

From guns, to knives, to bows and arrows, to scythes, and much more.

Taehyung hovers his hand over the guns for a moment before reaching lower and grabbing a dagger glazed in a shimmering edge.

He stares at it before nodding to himself. He returns to the two incubi and hands the dagger to Jimin, who hesitantly takes it.

"What am I supposed to do with it?"

"Throw it."

Blinking a few times, Jimin looks at him. "That's all?"

Taehyung nods. "Your magic is strong so we need you to work on your agility and strength."

Nodding, Jimin smiles at him. "Although I still want you to fuck me, I like you... not sexually I mean."

Giving the incubus an appreciative nod, Taehyung returns to the weaponry. He looks over the different types of weapons. Which would be strong that reflect his magic?

Namjoon had submissive kind of magic, showing he is a very strong demon, although it didn't make sense how Jimin's dominant magic overpowered his, assuming Namjoon is older than Jimin.

The thought has Taehyung's mind tangled in knots. He eventually pulls a long, sharp bow from the rack with a few different kinds of arrows and a quiver.

Namjoon looks at the thing Taehyung hands to him with disgust. "He gets to slice people in half I get to watch from a distance?"

"No. You do the damage." Taehyung barks back, pulling an arrow. "These all are different. They aren't normal."

"They're arrows." Namjoon growls. "Arrows!"

"Yes, but have you ever seen one like this?" Taehyung pulls a shiny, blue, almost metallic arrow from the quiver. It splits at the tip into three other tiny sharp tips, with seems to protrude from the arrow. Almost like three arrows in one...

Shaking his head, Namjoon scoffs. "It must be something stupid."

Smirking, Taehyung takes the bow in his own hand, clicking the arrow in place before pulling back with ease. His arm isn't even shaking as the cord is.

"Dodge."

And with that he lets go. The arrow hits the wall behind Namjoon and as soon as the tip hits, it splits into three, bouncing off walls in high speed.

Too focused on Taehyung, Namjoon steps out of the way, one of the arrows slicing past his arm.

Thankful for the suit at that moment, Namjoon glares at Taehyung once the arrows have stopped bouncing.

Even Jimin, who didn't belong into the training, has managed to effortlessly spin and twirl and jump past them.

"It seems such a big boy needs some training after all." Taehyung mutters with a smirk and pushes the bow into Namjoon's hands.

Their fingers brush and for a moment Taehyung can feel the magic. For a moment it hits him full force. For a moment he wants to submit to the demon.

But he shakes his head and moves to Jimin, who he helps aim and throw.

In the meantime, Namjoon is left to think. He sinks down to the floor, exhausted from the human.

Why was he so weak?

This isn't right...

Looking at his hands, Namjoon lets out a sigh. He hates being underestimated and he hates being outshined by someone weaker even more.

He is stronger. He should have Taehyung's praise.

Growling and glaring at the pair, he feels anger rise within him. He gets up, unable to see them together as happy and accomplished whilst he sits there, failing.

He slams against the door and yells for it to open.

Taehyung's attention pulls and he hovers over the button.

"Namjoon. Come back here, I'm not done with you yet."

Glaring back, Namjoon lets out an annoyed growl. "I am completely done with you. I'm not going to do anything as you planned it to go so it's best to take me to my room and leave me to my duties."

With a sigh, Taehyung grabs his keycard and walks over to swipe it through. They share a glare, but all that is gone as soon as the door is open, Namjoon walks out to his assigned room.

Were those tears?

°•●•°

Struggling with the suit, Namjoon finally manages to take it off and lands on the bed with a huff.

He tries to think of something else. Of someone else. But all he sees is that stupid Taehyung and oh-so-cute Jimin.

It hurts his pride and ego.

He has magic too. Why was it so weak? What happened to him?

Pulling at his hair in frustration, he sinks under the blankets, completely bare, finding himself cuddling the big pillow. He just needs time...

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The door slides open and closed, Jimin's pink eyes falling on the lump in the bed next to his. A sad frown falls on his face.

"Namjoon?"

Silence. He must be asleep.

Sitting down at the edge of Namjoon's bed with a sigh, he runs a hand through the exposed dark strand of hair. It's soft and smooth.

He's never seen Namjoon so upset before. Demons don't even need sleep. They regenerate magic by doing so. But Jimin has seen Namjoon's magic.

It's strong. Maybe even stronger than Taehyung's. He gets why the incubus is upset. Of course it's a downfall to see an incubus who is new to magic outdo him in what is his best ability.

Poor Namjoon...

But the older incubus releases a growl. He peeks his head from the blanket, his red eyes glaring back at Jimin's pink ones.

"Did you come sit so you could suck my dick?"

Jimin chuckles softly. "Perhaps. I'd like to, but I'm more worried about you."

Scoffing, Namjoon scowls at him. "Than let me sleep and show hat stupid human who tops." He growls, turning again.

But in the blink of an eye, Jimin gasps when Namjoon moves his arm.

A black tattoo, just barely visible on his skin, is starting to mark into his skin.

Jimin immediately moves to his own bed. That tattoo will become blacker with time, and when it does, it'll be too late.

°•●•°

Ready in their suits, both of the incubus' stand in the training arena, Taehyung staring at them.

Though the human notices something different about both of them.

Namjoon is quieter. Less snappy, but he disobeys by a simple huff and a growl.

Jimin takes more distance from him, constantly glancing in fear.

With a sigh, Taehyung grabs the weapons from yesterday. Jimin takes them with a soft thank you, whilst Namjoon refuses to even hold the bow.

"Namjoon, take the bow." Taehyung snarls.

The incubus has his arms crossed, huffing a short growl, baring his sharp teeth.

He glances down at the remote for his collar, the idea of being electrified making him shiver.

Taehyung is so close to him...

The human is almost against his chest, the bow pressing against his arms.

With a cold gaze in his red eyes, Namjoon smirks, slotting his bottom lip between his teeth. In the flash of an he leans down and grips the remote, but Taehyung steps away and clams his hand stuck with his own.

Namjoon, kneeling of the fall, looks up at him, anger rising within him.

"You never learn, do you?" Taehyung mutters, his voice laced with disappointment.

Sighing, Namjoon knows what's the consequence. Instead, he stops Taehyung's hand and presses the red button himself, jolting at the painful shocks.

Jimin grabs Taehyung's arm and whimpers to stop him. But Taehyung ignores the whine.

With a sigh, he continues the second day. Maybe tomorrow he will learn...

°•●•°

On the way back. Jimin grabs Namjoon's arm. The older incubus sighs annoyed and looks at the smaller.

"What?"

"Who talked to you last night?"

"No one. I was asleep."

"You know if you were asleep you would still be trying to get Taehyung to submit to you. Instead you're trying to escape. When has being trapped ever had such an effect on you?" Jimin barks angrily.

Namjoon responds with a loud growl of his own, scaring the smaller incubus.

"Listen here Jimin." Namjoon snarls. "I do not care what you may think. I was asleep. You saw my magic yesterday and it was simply embarrassing! Thanks to you he now thinks I need more work! Ever since I've been caught, my magic has been weak. My energy is low. I need to feed and I am not getting a human any time soon. That life force is within fang reach but if I try, I'll get punished!"

Jimin flinches at his outburst. "B-but I--"

"We've almost seemed to have switched magic. Are you saying you've taken my life force?!" Namjoon snaps, taking big steps towards the smaller incubus, whose eyes are almost in tears.

"N-no! I could never!"

"What else could have made your magic so powerful?! I'm useless now because you outshine me in the only thing that made me attractive!"

Jimin's breathing hitches, fear washing over him. He squeezes his eyes shut and pulls at Namjoon's uniform, tugging it from his chest.

It reveals a mark. A tattoo tainted in black. It's bright and dark, glowing on Namjoon's skin.

Jimin gulps. "You're not even honest to me..." He whimpers. "You said you had removed him from your existance..."

With a sigh, Namjoon turns and pulls his uniform off, sliding under the blanket.

Jimin sighs and follows his actions. Both turn their backs to each other.

"Jimin."

"Hm?"

"If you tell a word about this to anyone, I will eat you until your bones shall be dusted to his dessert."

Jimin shivers, mumbles an "okay".

This is not the Namjoon he knows and loves. But soon enough, he falls asleep, worried for tonight.

°•●•°

Namjoon, whilst asleep, is not feeling guilty. He's not feeling anything but anger.

Demons don't need sleep. They can communicate using dreams.

And Namjoon is in one.

He's meeting someone. Someone who he first saw again last night.

The demon that they are supposed to defeat.

"I noticed your anger, Namjoon. Your frustration."

Frowning, the incubus nods. "I am... angry. My magic is becoming weak and this human keeps punishing me for it. I can't get out."

The demon tsks, his black hair falling over his shoulders. "That's quite the problem. And your friend?"

"He's seen the mark."

The second demon in the meeting lets go of an annoyed hiss.

"Than kill him! He is useless to us!"

"If I do I'd be suspicious." Namjoon replies to him. "You of all people should know better, Hoseok."

The demon hisses again. "If anyone is suspicious, it's my human. That thing isn't healthy!"

"How so?" The black-haired asks.

"He's not scared of me! When he saw me, he was over the moon!"

"It's difficult to be scared of a cat demon." Namjoon smirks.

"I will claw your eyes out!"

"Try me."

The black-haired rolls his eyes. "Look. That mark is going to be a problem. It's the only way I can communicate with you two and I need to know whatever your humans are up to. That other incubus... Jimin?"

Namjoon nods.

"He isn't important. Even if your human investigates my mark, he won't understand it. Just let it sink for a while. Your magic will return soon, thanks to me. When it does, I need you to take this human to me. We will go through the ritual with both of them and when we do, I shall finally turn this miserable, weak world into my own."

Namjoon looks up at the demon, nodding and bowing. "I will do my best, Jungkook, but when will my magic return? If he keeps punishing me, it will take weeks."

The black-haired shrugs. "Than obey the human for once. It shouldn't be too long with the state it is in. The moment you awake, you'll feel stronger."

"Will I be?"

"Find out on your own, Namjoon. This is your fate as well."

With a last bow, Namjoon is pulled from the meeting, his eyes fluttering open.

The dark of the room meets him. He turns, seeing Jimin sleeping peacefully.

Looking at the mark on his shoulder, he smirks. He will soon be stronger than him.

°•●•°

Jimin is still too nervous around Namjoon.

Even when the fellow incubus still looks weak and annoyed, he obeys Taehyung without a word.

He grabs the bow this time and does as he is instructed to do. Yet he doesn't say a word to Taehyung.

Even Taehyung is surprised with Namjoon's actions. With how effortlessly he obeys and how silent he is, instead of growling and barking back.

It doesn't sit right with him.

Even after the training is over and the two incubi are ready to leave, Namjoon gets called back.

With a sigh, Namjoon turns.

He can feel his head pounding, his body being called. But he can't go when he's conscious.

"What is wrong with you?" Taehyung asks softly. "You're not acting like your usual self."

"I don't want to be shocked anymore." Namjoon mutters. "It hurts."

Taehyung looks down at the remote and nods. "Understandable. If your behaviour keeps up this way I might take it off. Good job, Namjoon."

A shiver runs down Namjoon's spine at the praise, pride rushing over him. He can feel his magic bursting in his veins and he quickly returns to his room, where he growls at Jimin and dives into bed in uniform and all, already late for the meeting.

And when he arrives it is chaos.

Hoseok is hissing at someone new, who rolls his eyes. The boy is human...

"Ah, Namjoon! You're late." Jungkook snarls.

"I know. I'm sorry. The human wanted to keep me for a little longer."

"How did it go today?"

Smirking, Namjoon looks up. "Perfectly, as you said. I followed your orders and I can feel my magic and strength returning to me. If I keep this up he will remove this torturous collar and I will be able to take him to you."

"Perfect!" Jungkook laughs. "How useful our sacrifices will be! Two humans to be transformed with one human soul!"

Namjoon growls. "I've been rather hungry. I can't wait for my human to become one of us."

"Neither can I!" Hoseok laughs. "He's so easily convinced! As pale as sugar, with eyes as small as a cat's, how pretty he will be as a demon! Just two souls!"

"I'm right here." The human boy mutters. "Is this seriously all you talk about?"

Jungkook grabs his arm. "Easy. We still have our human soul. If your human is as easy as that than all that is left is Namjoon's human."

Namjoon nods. "I will keep my behaviour up. As soon as he takes off my collar, I'll attack him."

"Excellent..."

°•●•°

Day by day goes by and Namjoon keeps showing good behaviour, enjoying Taehyung's praises and even those tiny smiles every now and then.

Tonight was the night.

He asked Taehyung to take his collar off on the first day of the new month for if he fell back into old behaviour, if he didn't, he was allowed to get it off.

He was a nice boy.

He asked Jungkook for just a bit of his powers. One of those being teleportation.

A crucial power needed for that day.

And as Jimin is going back to the dorm, Namjoon stays behind with a smiling Taehyung.

The two stand in front of each other, Taehyung holding the remote.

His heart is pounding, almost warm at how close Namjoon is to him without growling or pushing.

This is out of free will...

"You know you did well." Taehyung says softly. "So we won't need this anymore."

Namjoon smiles at him.

For the first time in the entire month, Namjoon smiles. His plump lips pulling up to show two bright dimples.

And Taehyung almost drops the remote. He quickly shakes his head and lays the remote down on the small table, smiling as he leans up with his keycard and scans the collar.

It opens up with a confirmed click, Namjoon's sigh of relief almost being a moan.

There is a red ring around his neck, showing where he has been shocked with permanent scars.

"Oh... shit..." Taehyung gasps. "I turned the voltage up too high! Fuck- I'm sorry Namjoon!"

"It's fine." Namjoon says softly. "I'm free of it now."

"But still... It must've hurt so much... I never knew it could be so damaging! I shouldn't have played with the settings! I shouldn't have--"

Namjoon grabs Taehyung's face, his cheeks touching his hands as he smashes their lips together.

Taehyung, with wide eyes, sinks into Namjoon's touch. Submissive thoughts run through his mind and his blood as he tries to resist those tempting feelings.

But for some reason, the magic is much too strong.

Wrapping his arms around Namjoon's neck, Taehyung gives in.

This is the magic he likes to see.

"I'm going to take you somewhere." Namjoon mutters, pausing the kiss for a breath of air. "Somewhere where we can be alone... Where you can be of good use to me."

The life force from a simple kiss has gotten Namjoon riled up for the ritual. He is so glad he asked Jungkook for that extra power.

"Where will you take me?" Taehyung breathes out softly, laying his head against Namjoon's chest.

"A nice place." Namjoon says. "Somewhere calm, and honorable. I'll make it worth your time."

Taehyung looks up at him. Namjoon has been behaving so well lately. A nice place out would be a good reward.

"Alright. For this one time."

And with a smirk, Namjoon tightens his grip on Taehyung's waist. Magic increases within him, his mind finding a clear picture of where he wants to be, before the both of them disappear in a flash of red.

Right before Jimin's eyes.

°•●•°

"Hey. Wake up."

Taehyung mutters a groan.

"Human. Wake up."

"What?" Taehyung grunts, his eyes fluttering open.

He's staring into dark eyes. Black. Pitch black orbs which haunt him. A black body with shadows forming from the fingertips like smoke.

"Where am I?"

"Where you've been brought to."

"Thanks smokeass." Taehyung groans, sitting up.

"I'll inform the leader."

"Whoa, whoa, what leader? Who leader?" Taehyung snaps.

He goes to run up, but he's pulled down by heavy chains around his wrists.

A deep chuckle runs through the room, the sound sending chills down Taehyung's spine.

He knows that voice.

"How do you like being chained up, Taehyung."

Taehyung sighs. "Oh, fuck you."

"I'd love to do that, but sadly, that must wait. We have a schedule that I've been planning. And you, my baby boy, are a very big part of that." Namjoon smirks, lifting Taehyung's head.

"What plan?"

"We hate you humans." Namjoon snaps. "Those who think they can exterminate us. Who can capture us to be used for their own happy-ending. They need a little bit of their own devilishness to be inserted. To... play with."

Taehyung's eyes grow wide with fear when he hears those words and he shakes his head violently. "No! No, no, no! What about Jimin?!"

"The weakling? He's currently being modified."

"Modified...?"

Namjoon sighs. "You ask a lot of questions. Although, I suppose you can't help it. Jimin is becoming more useful to us. He's having changes that will make him more of a dangerous demon. No more sweet incubus. But a dangerous, bloodthirsty one."

"Just like you..."

"Exactly. How clever of you." Namjoon smirks. "How fun it will be to watch you breaking down in pain."

"And when will that be?"

Namjoon bites his lip and turns, looking at two other demons, who nod.

"Now."

Namjoon grabs Taehyung's tied hands, ripping the chains from the wall and pushing Taehyung with him.

The pulling and struggling from the human is nothing as he's forced through the halls.

Many demons stare at him with hunger, lust, or satisfaction.

Coming around a corner, Taehyung gasps. There is an alter, lit by fire, with stone beds, chains, and dark smoke surrounding.

There are three stone beds. Two of them are occupied.

The left, by someone whimpering and in tears. The right, by someone who is silent.

"If you obey like a good boy, it won't hurt too much." Namjoon says with a smirk, pushing him stomach down onto the rock bed.

With a naked chest, Taehyung screams in pain when a thick black rope is pulled over his back. It burns into his skin, marking him with red blood.

His hands are pulled down, chained to strong rings that straighten his arms to the point where it becomes painful. His legs being chained with a thick metal ring.

"ONCE I GET OUT OF THIS I WILL KILL YOU NAMJOON!!"

"I'd like to see you get away with murder of your own species." Namjoon whispers sickly into his ear, chuckling deeply as he runs his cold fingers over Taehyung's spine.

"Insert the DNA. Lets see how they do." An unfamiliar voice grumbles.

Two other demons stand besides their preys. Namjoon remaining by Taehyung.

"So your human agreed?" Namjoon asks the demon right of him.

The red-haired nods. "He likes whatever I do. But he doesn't really show. He'd be perfect."

"As is mine." Namjoon smirks. "And yours, Jungkook?"

The black-haired grins at his human. "Lovely tears he's got. I love the taste of his sadness and despair."

The three demons are handed a syringe, which is filled with black blood. They jab it into their exposed skin, taking a bit of their own blood as well. The syringe is handed to the demon next to them, as they fill it up just a little more with their blood before it returns to the demon it belongs to.

Filled with four different kinds of blood, Namjoon smirks at the swirling mix of blood. Black, red, blue, and yellow.

On the right command, Namjoon presses the needle in between Taehyung's shoulderblades, hearing the human scream in pain when it's slowly pushed inside his skin, then slashed into his muscles in one hard push.

He wants to run. He wants to get out and get rid of these demons. He was wrong to let Namjoon go. He was wrong to ever give in.

He tugs and pulls, but the chains around his arms are tight.

He lets out a horrid scream when the blood is injected into his system, his body immediately jolting and jumping, trying to get these strange fluids out of him.

But every last drop is going inside of him.

Namjoon looks to his right, where Hoseok is pulling the syringe out and lets his human whine at the strange blood.

And to his left, where the human has let out a loud cry and a scream of pain.

Taehyung is panting, his body shaking and jolting, shivering. The rope around his back burns into his body, almost creating smoke as it burns through his skin, revealing a hint of his flesh.

Images flash before his eyes. How Namjoon was when they first met, at the start of training and all throughout.

He feels his throat boil, his skin pulsing, his arms burning.

Namjoon watches, fascinated how quickly the blood adapts to the human and shows the changes.

How Taehyung's hands clench to fists, his skin darkening on his hands until it's black, going up his arms until his elbows, where it fades into his skin.

His nails growing out to sharp claws that hurt his own skin, cutting through to reveal the scent of blood.

Taehyung's eyes look around desperately for a way out, but his sight blurs heavily and a tear escapes his eyes.

He looks to his left, where the human has bloody tears running down his face like a waterfall, staining his face in red. The skin on his back has ripped open mercilessly, blood dripping all over his back when black spikes grow from the wound.

He shakes his head and looks to his right. The human is only panting and huffing, trying to hold back his pained sounds.

His ears have grown pointy, almost elf-like. His skin swirling in black and white like marble to reveal a grey skintone on some places.

Just like Taehyung, the human has black claws. But unlike him, this human finds it enjoyable. He likes to become a demon.

Taehyung lets out another scream. His head burns and hurts, the feeling of being cut being all over his face until he can feel warm blood dripping down his cheeks.

His head ripped open...

Just like the human on his left with his back, Taehyung's head has torn itself.

Cries and screams tear itself from his throat, the pulsing flesh in the open wounds ripping with the skin to make place for a new set of bones.

Thick, dark, strong bones that grow from the small ripped circles.

But the more Taehyung feels them scrape past his burning skin, he also feels the ring of it becoming bigger. And when the biggest barely even fits the opening of his skin, he screams out when the bones force itself to grow more, ripping the skin open even worse.

Blood is flowing down his face, almost like a horror movie, and it just doesn't stop.

The more it hurts, the more he wants to escape. But his mind is foggy. It's blurry. All he can think about is the pain and how horrifying he must look.

But to Namjoon it looks beautiful. Long horns that curve into an S shape, with sharp claws and blood dripping onto the floor.

The way the burned flesh and skin is starting to slowly regenerate. The way that his muscles pulse in his skin.

It's all much too pretty.

Taehyung feels breathing becoming difficult, the cheering of demons behind him in the background making him boil with anger and furious hatred. His throat feels tight, his mind feels foggy, his sight is blurry.

With clenched fists and tense muscles, Taehyung lets out a scream that sounds nothing like it.

Even the two transforming humans next to him flinch at the sound.

A loud roar. A broken, angry roar.

Panting, Taehyung hears the cheering silence for a bit before they become louder.

He starts to tug at his restraints, pulling at the chains as his body is hurting. The skin around the bones is melting together, creating a smooth finish to his horns and his teeth scrape together in anger.

His sight is like a heartbeat. Going from blurry to clear, over and over again.

He looks to his left. The human has grown big black wings, still tightened and restrained under the rope extra piece of rope. The human has bright yellow eyes, sounds of vampiric hissing coming from his throat.

To his right, the human has grown a long, slender tail, with bright green eyes and restrained growls and hisses stuck in his throat.

Angry, Taehyung has had enough. He starts to pull and tug at his chains, hearing the creaking sound.

Namjoon frowns at the noise and looks down from his conversation with Hoseok.

His eyes grow wide in panic and he leans down to hold Taehyung's arms.

The human glares at him with bared teeth, Namjoon gasping at the sight.

"Let go of me." Taehyung growls angrily.

"I can't let you break these." Namjoon growls back. "Do you know how expensive these are?! They're the best we can get and not even fully snap-proof!"

"So I can break them."

"No, you can't. They are expensive."

"I can. You just said they aren't snap-proof."

Namjoon sighs. "For fuck's sake. Taehyung, just go through this. You're beautiful and the other two are going through the same shit. So keep it in for like, two seconds. Please."

That word... Please...

Has Namjoon ever said that word to him? Taehyung can't remember. He looks down, panting as he nods quietly.

"Fine. But after this is done, you owe me something."

"Anything."

"Good."

Namjoon slowly lets go of his arms, getting back up and wiping a few bits of blood away on his face.

He returns to his place before Taehyung starts growling. Animalistic noises that almost scare Namjoon and please him at the same time.

"So what did you tell him?" Jungkook asks.

Namjoon never loses sight of Taehyung as he replies. "He'll keep himself calm. In return, I'll give him something."

"What will you give him?"

"Anything reachable."

Taehyung keeps mumbling in growls, the pain stinging everywhere. The scent of blood awakens something within him, his anger flashing in his deep blue eyes.

The pain lessens... it calms down.

Is it done? Is it finally over?

Looking down at his arms in chains, he can feel the black on his skin. In his skin.

His claws are almost tempting him to kill, the feeling of blood on his skin...

He lets his head drop sideways, his cheek laying on the stone. Still falling drops adjust their path, over his nose and cheeks.

He looks at the demon to his left... no longer able to be called human. His body has stopped writhing, his wings folded and claws sharp, fangs bared as the demon glares back at him with the same hunger that Taehyung feels.

Turning to the demon on his right, Taehyung sees similar features. Claws and pointy ears, with multiple rows of sharp teeth in his mouth, visible by the cuts and long serpant tongue that slithers out to lick his lips, with a swaying tail like a whip.

It's over.

Taehyung is no longer human...

Sighing deeply, he hangs limp. Waiting for Namjoon to come up and free him. To his surprise, Namjoon clips a ring around his neck before opening the rings around his ankles and cutting the rope along his back, and lastly opening the chains around his wrists.

"What is this?" Taehyung growls, sitting up and pointing at the ring around his neck.

Namjoon waves a small remote in front of him. "We've got to test out what your weakness is. Whether is it magic or weaponry." He teases.

Huffing a short growl, Taehyung looks up at him.

Namjoon cocks his head just a little, raising his hand and runs it through Taehyung's black hair, lowering it over the long horns, to his blood covered cheek to his chin.

"How gorgeous... You have my genes." Namjoon smirks. "You've had a lot of improvements."

Taehyung releases a growl, snapping his jaw towards Namjoon's hand. Sharp teeth sink into his skin and for a moment, Namjoon flinches. It doesn't hurt too bad since Taehyung is not really pressing down.

He's... not pressing down...

He doesn't want to hurt him.

Taehyung lets go of Namjoon's hand and growls when a rope-like leech is attacked to the collar and handed to Namjoon.

The incubus takes it, thanking the demon.

"Let me get you to a more private place where I can examine you. I want to see all of you." Namjoon whispers sweetly, pulling the demon up with a light tug.

Taehyung glares at him, but huffs. He looks at the other two demons. The one with wings is already being shocked, having disobeyed the superior.

From a weak crying human to a disobedient demon...

The other demon is swaying his tail, seeming annoyed and pleased with the words that his superior says.

"Will you trick me again like last time?"

Shaking his head, Namjoon grins. "What use is it to mislead you now that your human soul has been captured? That was all we wanted from you. Besides, Hoseok and Jungkook have enough playtime with their humans. You three are the first of a new demon race."

Taehyung scoffs. "Fine. Take me then."

Taking wobbly steps down the alter, Taehyung has to find his balance again. The pain numbed his body for a bit, but he still feels a bit dizzy.

Namjoon is glad to help him.

Taking their leave into one of the bigger rooms, having Hoseok whine because he wanted it, Taehyung is let off the collar.

Namjoon quickly shuts and locks the door, before leaning down over the demon.

Taehyung releases a growl.

"You bring out a form of lust in me that I've never felt before." Namjoon mutters. "Such a warm feeling..."

"Don't mess with me." Taehyung snarls, baring his sharp teeth.

"I'm serious." Namjoon growls. "Whatever your magic is, it's strong."

"I have no idea what my magic is. I have no idea what I am."

The reply has Namjoon frowning. "So... this warmth is not yours?"

Taehyung glares at him. "What warmth?"

Namjoon takes Taehyung's claw and lays it on his chest. Frowning, the demon never loses eye contact. Namjoon's skin feels warm against his hand, his heart pounding.

"When has this started?" Taehyung asks.

"Since I took you away. It's just... so warm whenever I see you. Whenever you're near and whenever you speak. And now that you're like me, I can't say that it's become less." Namjoon replies softly. "And it's not the warmth of lust. Usually with my preys I only play around."

Scoffing, Taehyung bursts into soft laughter. "You're playing with me."

Namjoon growls at him. "Do I look like I do?"

Taking a look moment to look into Namjoon's red eyes, Taehyung notices he isn't joking around... He's serious...

"There is no way that a demon can feel love, Namjoon. You're probably sick."

"I feel fine. Besides, how do you think I was born if love didn't exist within the demon society? My mother and father didn't just fuck, you know."

Taehyung sighs. "You're an incubus. How do I know that it's not just a need?"

"If it was I'd be fucking you right now."

"Point made."

Namjoon sighs and tilts his head. The changes from human to demon really have done a lot to him.

With horns, claws and growling. Sharp teeth and demonic blood inside of him from four different demons. He has something from each of them.

An incubus has a never-ending mindset of lust and irresistable beauty.

Cat demons like Hoseok have senses better than any creature alive with agility that give them flexibility to get through everything.

And reapers like Jungkook have a darkness that brings shiver across anyone's spine, and unknown spikes, horns, tails, wings, or any other extra part of the bone. Reapers are very scary in their true form.

The fourth demon is unknown to all three of them. A demon who is filled with power and magic, is all they know.

"What do I have that you like so much?" Taehyung asks. "I'm hideous, first of all--"

"To me, you are beautiful. Magical even. You're feisty and strong. You give me a challenge and I love that. Most people give in to me at the first sight or try to get me. You refuse me." Namjoon says. "You are my opposite. You don't want other people to like you. You expect something from them."

Taehyung nods. "No gain without pain."

"Exactly. You gave me that pain, so can I now gain you?"

"Prove to me that you can earn me." Taehyung growls.

With a scoff, Namjoon presses his lips onto Taehyung's. Shameless and quick, he molds their lips together.

Taehyung lets out a squeak, but he doesn't pull away. Unlike their first kiss, which was magic, this kiss is not forced in a way.

He could have pushed him away, but he doesn't want to. Because it's not magic this time that brings them connected, but magic that bursts within them when they touch.

Taehyung wraps his arms around Namjoon's neck, pulling him closer.

His heart pounds when he feels Namjoon's hands on his waist, a sharp set of teeth biting his lip.

In some way, it's quite romantic.

"I know it's going to take you some time to get used to this." Namjoon says softly. "Jimin will also take a while to recover. But I'll help you, without a shock collar. I'll help you find your magic and help us make a stronger race."

Taehyung rolls his eyes. "Fine. As long as I get rewarded."

"What would you like to be rewarded with?"

"Food, first of all. I'm starving." Taehyung purrs. "Second, I want you to be my practice doll."

"In?"

"Magic."

Sighing, Namjoon chuckles. "Fine. You win."

Taehyung smirks, feeling accomplished. He, once again, had the incubus wrapped around his thumb. But this time, he won't let go.

[=|THE END|=]

Questions of the Chapter:

What is the ritual called?

Who's blood is the unknown black blood?

Who are the other two humans?

What is happening to Jimin?

Why is Jimin sensitive to fire and Namjoon to electricity?

What kind of demons are the three transformed humans?

Where did their human souls go?