[Fic] Irresistible - 5/10
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coley_merrinTitle: Irresistible
Pairing: Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, vampire, smut, historical
Warnings: References to issues of consent (not in fic itself), fictional drug use
Summary: The streets of Zhou Mi's city are being contaminated with a new drug - Euphoria. Pure vampire blood, it causes a high unlike any other, but when the high fades, the nightmares begin. It is the spread of Euphoria that Zhou Mi fights, and in that fight he needs a partner to get him to places and people that only a vampire can.
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Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight - Chapter Nine - Chapter Ten - Epilogue
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The child, who still would not tell them his name, was weighing on Zhou Mi’s mind. Victoria, the maid who had been tasked to look after him had bonded with him well, it seemed, and Zhou Mi had been apologetic about that.
“I meant to take him to my home,” Zhou Mi said, when Kyuhyun woke and made his way downstairs. “But the thought of leaving her seemed to…upset him.”
“Was that the screaming that roused me?” Kyuhyun mused wryly, taking his seat at his desk.
Not more wry than the expression on Zhou Mi’s face, though.
“It seemed he’d been bitten by female vampires too, but less of them, so he’s more inclined to trust a woman. He shrank back when I went to see him when I woke. But he does have an older sister. He said that much. I told her that she could direct the staff to buy any food or supplies for him that was needed, that I would repay you.”
Kyuhyun nodded, having expected as much. “That’s fine.”
That was why he had staff. Maybe being woken to screaming mid-sleep had been disconcerting, but he hadn’t had to do anything about it. Once he’d recognized the timbres of the screams were not of a servant, or of Zhou Mi, he’d relaxed. He put aside the fact that Zhou Mi had been his first thought, immediate and fearful, like a hand around his throat. It had guided his steps down the stairs a little quicker than usual, not knowing if Zhou Mi was still there, but gratified and relieved to see him relaxed in one of the plush chairs.
It was a child in the house, not a murderer, and Zhou Mi could look out for himself. The sanitarium was far and away more dangerous than Kyuhyun’s house. He much preferred Zhou Mi there, actually. He had never been able to quite shake the feeling that one night Zhou Mi had shown up late.
If Zhou Mi was killed or horrifically wounded before their contracted ended, he figured he wouldn’t be blamed for being more than a little angry.
Because of what Zhou Mi was providing to him, of course.
And then he noted the food sitting at Zhou Mi’s elbow.
“Was the food for the boy, or you?” he asked.
“Both of us,” Zhou Mi told him, voice light. “I’ll spend some more time with him tonight and tomorrow. And then perhaps, take him on a drive, see if he recognizes places around town. Though he’s too distraught right now, and distrusting, that I don’t think he would know. Perhaps he has parents.”
“You think he might have been kidnapped?” Kyuhyun sighed, leaning back. “Not like he would have wandered up and offered to be bitten. But that sounds fine. Let him trust you.”
“I thought maybe to bring him down, let him see the library, and spend a little time in our presence.”
Kyuhyun stared at Zhou Mi. There was no guile in that face, but Kyuhyun wasn’t sure why he felt he should be seeing something there.
“Why?”
“He knows this is a vampire’s house. I couldn’t hide that from him. I think if he sees you, sees you working like any human, perhaps he will relax. It might mean he won’t think I’m softening him up, so that you can have your fill of him.”
Kyuhyun grimaced at the thought. “I can’t imagine. I like my meals far more robust, and long-limbed.”
Which had nothing to do with the quality of the blood, but on that score, Zhou Mi qualified utterly.
“Perhaps after he is in his bed,” Zhou Mi suggested, his glance telling.
Yes, yet another reason for them to delay feeding. Though it wasn’t as simple as feeding, and he knew that. He could have walked to Zhou Mi, taken a seat in his lap, and fed until satisfied. But he knew if he took Zhou Mi upstairs, it could be hours before they emerged again.
But he knew there were things to accomplish, that hours away - even very pleasant hours - would not assist with.
“When—“ Kyuhyun began, and stopped as the sound of the outer door being knocked on sounded. “That is Changmin.”
He’d know that knock anywhere.
“Oh? Do you think he’s here to see how the visit to the den went? Did he know we were going last night?”
“I guess we’ll find out.”
Changmin, as per usual, came striding into the library without being announced, and Kyuhyun had to nod away the footman who looked both a bit panicked and exasperated. Changmin was an entity unto himself.
“Do you know of the Choi family? They work in…vampire containment?” Changmin asked Zhou Mi, who had stood out of politeness and who was clearly taken aback by Changmin’s lack of greeting.
“I…” Zhou Mi’s voice trailed off. “Yes, actually. Overtures were made at one point to see if they had any assistance to lend, and the man who asked was turned away. Why?”
“I have one outside. Or rather, there is one in a fortified carriage outside. I was approached tonight because of my inquiries into the den and Euphoria, and felt it best to direct any such information-gathering efforts in your direction.”
“I’m glad to speak to anyone if they might be able to help,” Zhou Mi said. “Will they come in?”
His house was Zhou Mi’s house, it seemed. Ordering the servants, inviting people in.
“I will have the footman relay the message,” Changmin said. “She’s a bit skittish around vampires. Would only talk to me through a little window.”
“She?” Kyuhyun asked to a room that contained only him and the still-standing Zhou Mi. “Have you met them? These Chois?”
“Not myself,” Zhou Mi said. “I wasn’t chosen for that. I’ve heard of them, of course.”
“Me too. It isn’t something that would keep most vampires in line, but knowing they exist does put a pause toward evil.”
They heard the doors open again, and that time, Kyuhyun stood as well, coming around to stand in Zhou Mi’s general vicinity. Not exactly a united front, but somewhat. The woman who came through behind Changmin, and very obviously keeping Changmin ahead of her, was unlike what he expected. Her dress was a dark purple, almost black, and she was fairly tall for a woman. He could see she also had every exit in the room committed to memory, how many people there were. A cautious person.
Though with two vampires in the room, he could imagine why.
“Thank you for seeing me, gentlemen,” she said. “My name is Sooyoung. I am part of the Choi family.”
And that needed no clarification.
“Thank you for meeting us,” Zhou Mi said, stepping forward to greet her properly. “My name is Zhou Mi. I am human.”
“I’ve heard of you,” she said, letting him take her gloved hand. “You are part of the group fighting the Euphoria.”
Zhou Mi nodded. “That is correct.”
“Have you had much success?”
“I—“ Zhou Mi remembered his manners. “You have met Changmin. This is Kyuhyun, a vampire also. He has been helping me in the effort to stop Euphoria distribution and also in helping to heal those afflicted.”
Kyuhyun nodded, in lieu of stepping forward. He wasn’t sure how Sooyoung would take being approached.
“Welcome to my home. Please, sit if you like.”
After the three men in the room had taken their seats, only then did Sooyoung sit, barely perching on a chair. He glanced to his right, to see if Zhou Mi was reacting to any of it, but Zhou Mi’s face was impassive, politely interested. It was his business face. Kyuhyun knew it well, as it was the same face Zhou Mi had worn when they met.
“You’re cautious,” Kyuhyun said, taking in her gloves that went from fingertips, all the way up past the sleeves of her gown.
“Past dealings with vampires have left my family with that need,” she said.
“But you leave your neck bare,” Changmin said, and he leaned closer, almost as though he was seeing if he could unnerve her. Kyuhyun could see Zhou Mi shifting beside him, wondering what would happen. “Don’t you think it would be a temptation?”
“Thrall is not something a vampire can help,” Sooyoung said, meeting Changmin’s eyes without flinching. “But there are other ways to deal with a vampire who bites without permission.”
Zhou Mi’s lips twitched and Changmin’s eyebrows rose, and Kyuhyun thought he ought to intervene before there was a brawl of words before they could even seek why Sooyoung was there, much less ask for her.
“Perhaps a swat with a rolled up newspaper would be appropriate,” Changmin joked quietly.
“You think that it’s funny? As a vampire you hold all the power. Are the humans you are trying to help simply playthings to you?”
“Please,” Changmin said, holding out his hand but stopping short of touching her. “I was wrong to say that. I have never bitten a human against their will, and find it deplorable. I did not become a vampire by choice. It’s not something we forget. Please forgive me.”
Sooyoung’s head inclined, accepting the apology, though Kyuhyun didn’t know if she believed it. He knew, knowing Changmin, that the jest hadn’t been meant badly. But it had not been a good thing to say, or even imply they believed. They had their own honor to think of, and vampires like that did nothing good for them, or for anyone else.
“I can’t claim to know all humans, but for us at least, it is the humans who hold power,” Kyuhyun said, and reached to touch Zhou Mi in emphasis of that.
“You say that, as you touch him,” Sooyoung said, staring at where Kyuhyun’s hand had come to rest on Zhou Mi’s neck.
“The thrall has no power on me,” Zhou Mi told her. “So he speaks the truth. I do hold power over him. But only because he has no power over me.”
“I have heard of people whom the thrall does not affect. And there are rumors of a way to create that effect in humans. Only no vampire will divulge it.”
She sent a scathing look up and down Changmin, as though he were the representation of all of those vampires.
“Nor will you ever find one who will part his lips to speak it,” Changmin said, eyeing her back. “We have work to be done.”
“How would you punish a vampire that is biting rogue?” Zhou Mi asked, voice curious, and the only one of the three of them who could ask without drawing her ire.
“A knife would do. If they would not learn, then… Perhaps something worse.”
“There is no danger to you here,” Zhou Mi told her gently.
She smiled back at him. “You’re a man. I appreciate the thought, but there is danger everywhere. I am just better prepared than most.”
Kyuhyun wondered how many sharp knives she had tucked away in her pretty bodice. And how many of those could kill him.
“I originally sought your…friend here, because I had heard he was inquiring into vampire dens. He says it was for you?” Sooyoung asked.
“Yes,” Zhou Mi said. “You asked how the fight against Euphoria was faring. And the truth is, we know a little more about it. It is ironically the vampires that are both cause and cure. It seems the bite of a vampire, over successive bites, cleans the blood of Euphoria’s taint. Though we don’t know how early we must catch it before true healing is attained.”
“These vampires here are biting them?”
They were reduced to creatures without names, it seemed, and Changmin sent him a look to say he had noticed as well. But he stayed quiet, letting Zhou Mi continue.
“No. Changmin is helping us with information. Kyuhyun is also helping. He found the vampires we are urging to bite the victims. It is because of him that I was able to find out anything about a den at all.”
“But he is biting you, is he not? You would trade your blood for these people?”
“I would trade more than that,” Zhou Mi said. “We went to the den together. We actually rescued a human child that was being held there to be bitten, and learned more about how Euphoria might be entering the market. Vampires—“
“Then you know where this den is?” Sooyoung asked.
But at the same time Changmin thundered, “A human child? Oh, no need to ask for its location, my lady. These two have seen to that. The removal of the child would have meant another secure location would be found.”
Sooyoung looked at him. “How would you know that?”
“Two previously unknown patrons show up and buy a human before they leave? Knowing the human laws well, if they did not move, then they are far more trusting than any vampire or human I have known.”
That seemed to satisfy her.
“Have you heard of vampires being attacked on the streets? Being cut or bled?” Kyuhyun asked, knowing Zhou Mi revealing their exciting news had been cut off.
“No,” Sooyoung said. “Though vampires rarely come to us with complaints about things like that.”
“It’s possible that the Euphoria is not a vampire in some back room bleeding himself. It’s possible other vampires are being attacked, their blood used as a commodity for sale. Because it would be a hit to pride, and because of our fast healing, we might not have heard of this.”
Sooyoung hummed. “That’s interesting. An interesting thought. We have been trying in our own ways to find where it is being distributed. Or ideally, kept. It does no good to cut off one of Hydra’s heads.”
“Exactly,” Zhou Mi agreed eagerly. “That is my ideal as well. It is not a quick fight, but much can be done to prevent its success.”
She stood, and Zhou Mi was the only one who stood immediately with her.
“It has been most enlightening, gentlemen. Now that I know you are not searching for vampire dens for dangerous purposes, I have no further need of your time.”
“Oh, please,” Zhou Mi said, stepping forward. “Is there anything you know, anything that would help us fight the Euphoria? If there was some way to pool our knowledge…?”
“No, not that I know of,” Sooyoung said. But after a moment, her expression softened. “If you do need help, if you find where the Euphoria is kept, or have questions, though, please do find me. I will help you however I can. Use this card, and you will be allowed in. Only you.”
Zhou Mi took the proffered card, all politeness. “Thank you.”
“I will see myself out. Good evening, gentlemen.”
“Why do I feel like she means that ironically in our case?” Kyuhyun murmured at Changmin.
“That was most enlightening,” Changmin commented back, in the same manner. The outer door closed, and Changmin’s eyes turned sharp. “But honestly, Kyuhyun? A child? Do you know how hard it was to find that den to begin with?”
“Talk to him,” Kyuhyun said, pointing at Zhou Mi before walking back around his desk. “He’s the one who wouldn’t leave without hauling the child with us.”
“He’s just a child!” Zhou Mi protested, still cradling Sooyoung’s card. “We couldn’t have left him there to be bitten.”
“He was still alive, wasn’t he?” Changmin asked, before sighing. “You let him talk you into— All right. I understand. But if I find you another, there had better be no children there. I’ll be back.”
Changmin left in a huff, and that made Kyuhyun smile.
“That was more excitement than I’d anticipated,” Kyuhyun said. “And oh goody, now the boy comes down?”
“As soon as I catch my breath,” Zhou Mi laughed.
***
Changmin came back, not an hour after the next sunset. It was fine, Kyuhyun thought, at least until Changmin said he had no new information and then sat for hours as relaxed as could be. It made him want to grind his teeth, as he glared at Changmin over his desk. There was some ulterior motive. Perhaps keeping him from feeding on Zhou Mi, as though propriety would keep him from abandoning his guest. It could, but only for a little while. He’d become accustomed to more than just a nibble, and Zhou Mi had dressed nicely that night, sitting not far from Changmin.
Still, it put an annoyed twitch in Kyuhyun’s step as he went to meet with his staff.
He heard Changmin’s voice when he was returning, a lower timbre than usual, as though he were trying to seduce.
He half slapped the door open, seeing Changmin with Zhou Mi’s hand in his and lowering it from his lips.
“Kyuhyun, perhaps I could make use of your desk?” Zhou Mi chattered, standing.
Kyuhyun wondered if he was grasping the opportunity to get away, or if he felt shamed by it. He didn’t much care either way. But putting himself at Kyuhyun’s desk put a very physical barrier between himself and Changmin, and that Kyuhyun very much approved of.
“It's a clumsy way of trying to make me jealous. I wonder if he knows he's going about it the wrong way.”
Zhou Mi stared at him. “What do you mean?”
“He needs to help more than me if he wants you to drop your pants.”
That at least had Zhou Mi laughing, and Kyuhyun wasn’t even bothering to look at Changmin.
“Though I hear he kisses well.”
“Haven't you kissed him?” Zhou Mi asked, sharp as always.
“I told you that was a long time ago.”
Zhou Mi hummed. “Still. If it matters, if I had my choice, I'd choose you.”
Zhou Mi turned from him and walked to the desk, leaving him in full sight of Changmin. Not just that, but Changmin saw his face. He knew that because of Changmin’s quiet, “Oh fuck, Kyuhyun.”
It wasn’t what Changmin thought. Changmin was conjuring up something in his head where Kyuhyun was beginning to think of Zhou Mi as his somehow, proprietary, and for more than just what they’d agreed on. But Kyuhyun felt pleasure, pride even, to know that Zhou Mi would choose him over Changmin. That was it.
“You should go. You’re just taking up space here, and we have work to do,” Kyuhyun told Changmin.
“I wonder how much work you actually get up to,” Changmin drawled. “How much time do you spend in bed?”
Zhou Mi made a sound, and Kyuhyun scowled.
“That has nothing to do with you. And we do work, every night.”
“Then give me something to do while I’m here. I’m sure Zhou Mi has something.”
Kyuhyun groaned.
“What if I gave you something to do away from the house?” Zhou Mi asked, reading Kyuhyun’s mind.
“Oh, anything. As long as you left with me,” Changmin told Zhou Mi.
As though that was going to happen.
“I think I hear the boy,” Kyuhyun said, which had Zhou Mi on his feet and out the door immediately.
“What are you up to?” Kyuhyun asked Changmin.
“Nothing. Just that I think that the less time he spends in your bed, the better. And this little scene tonight confirmed it.”
“You don’t understand,” Kyuhyun said.
Changmin eyed him, as though Kyuhyun had just called him stupid. “I understand perfectly.”
“I could bar you entrance to the house.”
It was somewhat of an empty threat, and Changmin laughed.
“You would be barring Zhou Mi from my help, and we both know that’s what he needs. He’s so self-sacrificing that he gives you blood in return for your help. Would he trade not having sex with you, in return for help from me?”
The sound from Kyuhyun’s throat was pure anger. “He has already agreed with me. He is bound by that contract.”
“Contracts can be amended.”
“Damn you.”
“I am trying to help you, Kyuhyun.”
“I didn’t ask for your help,” Kyuhyun said, pushing himself up. “I know what I’m doing.”
Changmin stood with him. “I have never seen you this off balance because of a human before. Sometimes you almost treat him as an equal. If he knew—“
Kyuhyun’s fist rapped hard against Changmin’s chest. “You tell him nothing. Do you understand? You’ve made him question enough already. We’re bound to a month and no more, and half of that is gone.”
“Why do I have more faith in his ability to walk away than in you?” Changmin said softly. Softly, because the sound of Zhou Mi descending the stairs was so distinctive.
Kyuhyun warned him to silence with his eyes, and Zhou Mi wisely said nothing as he came in, sitting at Kyuhyun’s desk and every so often glancing up at Kyuhyun as though to ask if everything was all right.
Changmin said nothing, even though Kyuhyun kept asking if it was time for him to leave. And finally he did leave, with as little time to get home before the sun rose as was possible Kyuhyun suspected.
“Upstairs,” Kyuhyun bit out, even before Changmin had left. It jerked Zhou Mi out of the stupor he’d fallen into, half asleep already. Kyuhyun had so much anger left in him that he tore Zhou Mi’s shirt getting it off of him, frustrating clawing at him.
“Kyuhyun,” Zhou Mi said, touching Kyuhyun’s face. “We have time.”
Too much time, if Changmin was the one being consulted. He could feel the weight of the sun almost rising as he slid into Zhou Mi. He wanted. He wanted and there was a man there beneath him who wanted, too. A man whose blood fed life into him, who gave him that blood willingly. Zhou Mi stroked along his back and Kyuhyun murmured and fed and rocked. Comfort, want, and satiation.
He’d taken his fill, as the sun rose and he murmured his complaint into Zhou Mi’s neck. He’d never fallen asleep during sex before. He was supposed to be making Zhou Mi want to pass out from the pleasure.
But his limbs weren’t working quite right. So tired.
“Let me help,” Zhou Mi told him.
And Kyuhyun didn’t know how. If Zhou Mi wanted to fuck him instead, he was going to be doing it to an unconscious man. But Zhou Mi rolled him onto his side, and then his back, and he inhaled at the firm grip of Zhou Mi’s hand along his erection. Instead of the slow slide he’d been taking as his body slowed, Zhou Mi’s hand was quick, and firm, and fast.
“You can take me twice tonight,” Zhou Mi whispered in his ear. “Or your mouth. I like that. Come for me, Kyuhyun, so you can rest.”
And with a tiny grunt, he did. Heat infused his bones, and pleasure spread as Zhou Mi’s lips pressed against his face.
And he slept, deep.
***
Zhou Mi did not blame Kyuhyun for nearly falling asleep on top of him. He knew they’d been interrupted by Changmin. Just as he knew that Kyuhyun hadn’t been alone in wanting Changmin to leave them. Finishing himself had been no great trial, nor had cleaning Kyuhyun so he would sleep easier, or crawling in beside him. He could have chosen a different room, apart from Kyuhyun, and Kyuhyun would have had no reason to argue. But he found Kyuhyun’s even breaths to be soothing, and he liked knowing he brought warmth that Kyuhyun would otherwise lack.
But there had been no chance to finish what they had begun that morning, because by the time that Kyuhyun had woken, Zhou Mi had coaxed their ward downstairs. Jinyong, his name was, and he had parents, as well as two older sisters, and two older brothers, and several younger as well. He didn’t know his age, though Zhou Mi guessed him to be about five, and several days of quiet visits and bringing him little sweets had paid off, in that Jinyong tucked his hand in Zhou Mi’s and went with him to explore the house at long last. He didn’t say anything about the plot to find Jinyong’s parents, in hopes of not upsetting him or giving him too much hope. But if they could get him comfortable out of his room, then perhaps the next day Zhou Mi could take him in the carriage to see what they could find.
But the child that raced around the room to touch anything shiny, came back to Zhou Mi, shy and afraid, when Kyuhyun entered. Perhaps he recognized Kyuhyun from that night.
“This is Kyuhyun. He is a vampire. Kyuhyun, you remember Jinyong?”
“I do,” Kyuhyun said. “How are you this evening?”
Jinyong tucked his head against Zhou Mi’s hip and would not speak.
“He won’t hurt you. He bites me, and me only,” Zhou Mi said, petting Jinyong’s hair as he crouched down to be at his level. “You can see the marks. See? And a vampire only bites one person at a time. So when he’s hungry, he’ll only bite me.”
“Vampires bit all the humans there,” Jinyong said, staring at Zhou Mi with disbelief.
“Kyuhyun isn’t like them. You know how there are good people, and bad people? Some of the vampires there were bad vampires. Kyuhyun is a good one. He’s helping me to help humans.”
“Because he bites you.”
A perceptive boy.
“Yes. But because I also like being bitten. It is not always painful, and he is very kind to me. And he is the only reason we got you out safely.”
Be that as it may, Jinyong wasn’t taking any chances. He became part of Zhou Mi almost, not moving from him, almost as though hiding from Kyuhyun’s sight. They sat together on the settee, and Zhou Mi read to him, until there was the sensation of a nodding head against him. Even if he was afraid of Kyuhyun, the proximity to someone he trusted was making Jinyong fall asleep. So he smiled at Kyuhyun, and carried the child up to his room, leaving Victoria to help him into his nightclothes. He was forward thinking enough to hope that Jinyong wouldn’t hate vampires as he grew. They were not, not all of them at least, worthy of his hate.
When he returned, he put the books back on the shelf that he had taken down and heard Kyuhyun stand.
“You like being bitten?” Kyuhyun murmured, coming up beside him and then stopping him from moving so that they were almost facing each other.
It took a moment for him to remember what Kyuhyun was talking about, thinking back over the evening.
“Ah. You heard that?”
“Obviously. That’s the second time you’ve said so.”
Zhou Mi smiled down at Kyuhyun’s arm, the one blocking him.
“There are a great number of things more unpleasant.”
“Zhou Mi.”
Maybe if he were a vampire, and he were looking at a man he was biting, he’d want to know also. But the only thing he could think of were Changmin’s warnings. He wondered if caring too much was one of the dangers. If Kyuhyun could not, would not, bite a human after thirty days, then there was the potential for being hurt. But surely Kyuhyun knew that, guarded against that. And he couldn’t help but wonder if Changmin had other motives. So he shoved it to a corner of his mind as he rubbed his thumb over Kyuhyun’s chin.
“I like it. I like what comes with it more.”
***
The next day and the day after Changmin appeared, usually with some anecdote, some factoid that was useful and helpful, and then he sat there and hoped that his presence would somehow impede them. Kyuhyun just sniffed and went about his business. Occasionally, Zhou Mi would be gone when he woke, and would come back after visiting the sanitarium or the group he worked with. Changmin had the pitiable habit of showing up not long after. Kyuhyun was beginning to think he was having Zhou Mi tailed.
He cornered Zhou Mi in the kitchen to ask just that.
That, and to get up to a little mischief.
“I can’t just tell him to never come back,” Kyuhyun said, pressing wet kisses up Zhou Mi’s neck.
“Of course not,” Zhou Mi said, a light laugh on his voice. But more importantly, his hands were running up and down the sides of Kyuhyun’s evening jacket. He wasn’t sure why he liked that so much. Maybe because he imagined the rings on Zhou Mi’s hands and the way those hands looked against him. Maybe it had to do with the way he was touching Zhou Mi. He didn’t know.
“Have you noticed anyone suspicious following you?”
“Not that I know of,” Zhou Mi said. “Do you think he’s…?”
“He might be having a servant follow you to tell him when you’re here. I don’t know how he else he could keep unerringly showing up not long after. It would serve him right if we just had sex in the middle of the library. Let him walk in on that.”
“I think he’d just take a seat and tell us to hurry up and get it over with.”
Kyuhyun’s laugh burst out of him, delighted with Zhou Mi’s perception. “He would, wouldn’t he? That’s not something I consider a performance.”
“Or something that should be rushed,” Zhou Mi agreed.
They’d at least had time the last few days to finish what they’d started.
“A little taste for now,” Kyuhyun murmured, and slid his teeth into Zhou Mi’s neck.
He fed for barely a minute before pulling away, licking the wounds clean. And instead, he feasted on Zhou Mi’s mouth. Warm, lush, and eager, and Zhou Mi pulled Kyuhyun against him. He felt Zhou Mi’s solid jaw under his fingers, his cheekbones, ears. A strong face. And a shudder went down Kyuhyun’s spine as Zhou Mi’s fingers scraped against the small of his back. Little by little he was clinging, off balance, supported by him and lost to Zhou Mi’s kisses, and the humming against his lips.
They both paused, inhaled, at the telltale knock on the front door. Changmin.
“Fuck.”
“I’d like to,” Zhou Mi muttered against his mouth.
“We could sneak up the stairs.”
“He’d hear,” Zhou Mi sighed, slowly letting Kyuhyun find his own balance again.
“Up the servants’ stairs.”
“We’d know. And we’d rush. I don’t want to think about him when I’m in your bed.”
It was another of Zhou Mi’s earnest little sayings, the ones that should have had him rolling his eyes and instead had him clutching inside. He knew that Zhou Mi meant it, that the words were not absent, but they could also be read into far more than Zhou Mi intended. Zhou Mi spoke the truth. He wanted his focus to be on Kyuhyun, and Kyuhyun thought the same. But he felt the words out of his own mouth would have been cloying.
It would have been safer if Zhou Mi looked at him and did not care who he thought of in Kyuhyun’s bed. If Zhou Mi had snidely remarked that imagining Changmin with them in bed, it would have meant his focus was on sex, on attraction. Changmin wasn’t without his merits as a man.
But to imagine Zhou Mi saying he wanted Changmin meant the disgust curling in him was in danger of displaying itself on his face. Zhou Mi’s focus should be on him, and him alone, as long as their contract lasted.
Which meant that no matter what Zhou Mi’s thoughts were, for the time being they were exactly as they should be.
“Let’s go meet him before he comes looking,” Kyuhyun muttered, and Zhou Mi agreed, following him.
***
But the next evening, Kyuhyun woke warmer than usual. It took him a few moments to understand why, before he realized that it wasn’t heavier blankets, but an arm weighing down his side.
“Ah, you’re awake,” Zhou Mi murmured.
Warm, because Zhou Mi was against him.
“A little late in the day for you to be abed, isn’t it?”
Zhou Mi just chuckled. “Somewhat. But I had just come from spending time with Jinyong and he was settling after his meal, and you were here all alone and comfortable.”
“I see.”
It was hard to say what Kyuhyun thought of the child. He had not, as yet, interrupted their feeding schedule overly much. Changmin had been far more detrimental to that. But seeing Zhou Mi with the child was another facet of Zhou Mi himself. He knew Zhou Mi worked at the sanitarium, offered himself up to be bitten for people he did not know himself. All of those things led him to know that Zhou Mi was a very giving person. He wanted to work hard to change the world around him, unlike some humans who seemed content to just live in the moment they had created.
Or some vampires. He was one of those. He wondered perhaps if he should take an effort to get to know the child a bit, help him to be comfortable. Zhou Mi had not pushed him on it, besides pointing him out to the child. Those moments of clarity, Zhou Mi speaking as though Kyuhyun could not hear. Perhaps there were things that he did not mean for Kyuhyun to hear, and also things that Zhou Mi means in a vastly different way. Zhou Mi’s manner of speaking at times was a little like code. Deciphering true meaning out of sentences intended to charm. On any other man, he might have thought it an irritating trait. On Zhou Mi, he saw it as the fascinating inner working of a man who laughed, smiled, seemed charming, but was in fact far more than he first appeared.
“I wonder what would happen if you brought the child down while Changmin was there,” Kyuhyun murmured.
“Do you think he would scold us more?” Zhou Mi asked. “I think Jinyong might be a little frightened by that.”
“At least we know already what he thinks of our little purchase.”
“That reminds me,” Zhou Mi said, turning his head to Kyuhyun. “I will bring your money tomorrow.”
“Yes. So you will own him then, instead of me,” Kyuhyun jested.
“I will take him out again, see if he recognizes any place in the city that would help us. He is still so frightened.”
“At least he has you to speak to, and not me.”
“Your maid has performed very well as an impromptu nanny. She keeps him from becoming overly fretful or scared when I am gone.”
“I’m glad,” Kyuhyun murmured.
The glow of the lamp was illuminating the long lines of Zhou Mi’s body under the covers. And aside from talk of children, he found he wanted something else. Usually, he woke cool and in need of warmth. Not that night.
It took little effort to flip back the covers, the sheet, getting as far as Zhou Mi’s hips.
“Perhaps, since you’re already here,” Kyuhyun said, his hand sliding over the soft fabric at Zhou Mi’s hips. “We might have a moment before Changmin arrives.”
Zhou Mi wiggled, his interest apparent, and Kyuhyun nearly grinned in pleasure. He kissed along Zhou Mi’s jaw, feeling his kneading coming to fruition at the rise of Zhou Mi’s cock.
He knew what Zhou Mi anticipated. And he knew they could have it done, and done well. But he had not woken to such warmth in so long. It was not thanks, exactly, but perhaps it was.
He undid buttons, the belt at Zhou Mi’s trousers. He drew Zhou Mi, hard and eager, through the flap he bared, and felt him skin to skin as he had done their first night together.
Zhou Mi sighed for him, reached for him, and Kyuhyun held him back, but for a brief kiss pressed to Zhou Mi’s mouth.
There were other places for that. He curled down the bed, still half under the covers himself, and let his lips part around Zhou Mi’s erection. His mouth was wet, and Zhou Mi was very warm, and he heard the hiss of pleasure, the hand Zhou Mi touched his shoulder with.
All he wanted was a little suck, that was all. And something not so little to suck upon. But it was best not to inflate Zhou Mi’s ego, or his estimation of his manhood. He was there, and for him, and that was all that mattered. But it was time that he did not waste, his tongue taking measured circles, swerving, and retreating as he lowered his head to suck. His hand fondled, cupping, stroking, feeling the throb, the hardening of a man in his mouth, to the whim of his movements and pleasure. The taste of him, leaking against Kyuhyun’s tongue as he hummed.
“Kyuhyun,” Zhou Mi said, his voice husky. “You should—“
Stop, so they could couple, perhaps. Stop, or Zhou Mi would lose himself. That was what Kyuhyun wanted.
He sucked harder, got Zhou Mi’s moans, the lifting of his hips and gripping of his hands. And not long after, the taste of his semen as Zhou Mi moaned and came for him.
A satisfying little treat, along with Zhou Mi’s panting breaths and slowly relaxing body. He knew what that face looked like when he was consumed with pleasure, so he was pleased to see Zhou Mi’s eyelids a bit uneven and mouth parted as Kyuhyun wiped his own mouth.
He didn’t bother putting Zhou Mi’s trousers back together, simply sliding out of bed to find his clothes.
“What was that for?” Zhou Mi asked, his breathing still labored.
There was really only one answer, as Kyuhyun pulled up his trousers. “For keeping me warm.”
***
Bringing Jinyong out of his shell was no easy task. It took time spent with him, letting him get to know Zhou Mi, trust him. Zhou Mi brought toys, books, colored pencils and paper. He ate lunch with Jinyong when he could, and read to him more.
“Draw me a picture of your house,” Zhou Mi urged. “Or something near your house.”
If they knew where Jinyong played, perhaps they could find where he lived. Find someone who knew his face. Gentle probes at how long that Jinyong had been in the vampire den had only garnered him vague answers. He didn’t know, Zhou Mi realized. It was more than a few days, though. Most likely a few weeks, and he hoped that only because he could not fathom accepting that Jinyong had been bitten and terrified for months. If only from the way Jinyong was blossoming, he thought not. It would take a lot of gentle care and assurance, but he thought Jinyong would be fine.
“This is my house,” Jinyong said. “My mom, and dad, and my brothers. My sisters are inside. They don’t like getting dirty. There’s a big water…founteen?”
“Fountain?” Zhou Mi suggested.
“Yeah! We’d go play in that. Grannies would tell us to get our feet out of their water. It had a horse on it, but the head was broken off.”
There were many fountains in the city, both for decorative use, and more domestic purposes. Each ward was marked with an animal, and was made of some eight square blocks. That meant six fountains. If Jinyong lived in the horse ward, near a fountain with it’s decorative marker broken, then they had their place to start. Unless all the fountains were broken, but it was still a place to begin.
He took a soft toy, throwing it and bouncing it off Jinyong’s head. Jinyong gaped at him, and Zhou Mi picked up a small stuffed rabbit, pretending like he was going to throw it, too.
The kid had a good arm, Zhou Mi admired, as Jinyong squealed and dove for the bear that had bounced off him. In one quick shot, he’d thrown it back, bouncing it off of Zhou Mi’s cheekbone. That created a war, Jinyong’s squealing bouncing off the walls as they flung toys at each other. Luckily most of them were soft, as Zhou Mi scrabbled for things that weren’t the little wooden train set or toy horses. He collapsed back under a small mountain of toys, as Jinyong took him down.
“Truce! Truce!”
Jinyong was beside him in a flash, laughing down at him. “I beat you!”
“You did. You throw better than I can.”
Jinyong just giggled and flopped beside Zhou Mi, curling against him with a head on his shoulder in such an unconscious and lovely way. There was no fear in it.
“I like playing with you,” Jinyong said.
“I like playing with you, too. I’m glad I met you,” Zhou Mi told him.
“Nanny says you rescued me.”
Zhou Mi paused. He did not want to build accolades for them in Jinyong’s mind, but he also knew that Jinyong would be curious about what happened. Victoria, serving as his nanny had not been instructed to keep anything from Jinyong at all, unless she felt it would frighten him.
“Kyuhyun and I are glad we found you,” Zhou Mi settled on finally. “We both worked to bring you here. And now, help you to find your family.”
“You don’t want to keep me?”
Zhou Mi’s heart actually panged in his chest. “Oh. I don’t have a little boy. You know that. And you are the best little boy I could imagine. But your parents… they must be worried. Hoping you’re safe.”
Jinyong shrugged, moving his little toy train back and forth across Zhou Mi’s stomach. “They have other kids. I don’t think they’d mind if you kept me. There’s Nanny, and bunny, and cookies…”
“You can bring Bunny with you. And I’ll visit. And bring you cookies. I can’t— If I know we can find your parents. Is there someone you miss?”
Jinyong rocked back and forth. “Mama.”
Zhou Mi smiled and nodded. “I think she misses you too. No matter how many other children she has. No one can replace you. Not anyone.”
And then Zhou Mi had an armful of child, squashing him down into the floor. “I’ll miss you,” Jinyong wailed.
Zhou Mi held him, murmuring assurances, until Jinyong quieted. It did not help him to know that his plans for Jinyong after rescuing him had never been secure. He’d had only half formed thoughts. Find his family, and if that failed, he didn’t know what he would have done. If he’d felt incapable, he might have found another family for Jinyong instead.
But there were things about Jinyong’s experience that Zhou Mi understood better than most. Perhaps that was why they understood each other. He was a strong example in the face of Jinyong’s fear of vampires.
“Mr. Zhou! Mr. Zhou, are you in there?”
He startled, frightening Jinyong who had begun to fall asleep against him.
“I’m here! Come in,” Zhou Mi called out, struggling to rise with a sleepy boy clinging to him.
“Mr. Cho is home,” Kyuhyun’s manservant said as soon as the door came open. “He’s— He’s hurt, sir. Could you come down?”
Zhou Mi stood and sat Jinyong on the bed. “Wait here, all right?”
Kyuhyun was hurt, his mind repeated over and over. And he couldn’t even fathom how.
***
Pairing: Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, vampire, smut, historical
Warnings: References to issues of consent (not in fic itself), fictional drug use
Summary: The streets of Zhou Mi's city are being contaminated with a new drug - Euphoria. Pure vampire blood, it causes a high unlike any other, but when the high fades, the nightmares begin. It is the spread of Euphoria that Zhou Mi fights, and in that fight he needs a partner to get him to places and people that only a vampire can.
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Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight - Chapter Nine - Chapter Ten - Epilogue
***
The child, who still would not tell them his name, was weighing on Zhou Mi’s mind. Victoria, the maid who had been tasked to look after him had bonded with him well, it seemed, and Zhou Mi had been apologetic about that.
“I meant to take him to my home,” Zhou Mi said, when Kyuhyun woke and made his way downstairs. “But the thought of leaving her seemed to…upset him.”
“Was that the screaming that roused me?” Kyuhyun mused wryly, taking his seat at his desk.
Not more wry than the expression on Zhou Mi’s face, though.
“It seemed he’d been bitten by female vampires too, but less of them, so he’s more inclined to trust a woman. He shrank back when I went to see him when I woke. But he does have an older sister. He said that much. I told her that she could direct the staff to buy any food or supplies for him that was needed, that I would repay you.”
Kyuhyun nodded, having expected as much. “That’s fine.”
That was why he had staff. Maybe being woken to screaming mid-sleep had been disconcerting, but he hadn’t had to do anything about it. Once he’d recognized the timbres of the screams were not of a servant, or of Zhou Mi, he’d relaxed. He put aside the fact that Zhou Mi had been his first thought, immediate and fearful, like a hand around his throat. It had guided his steps down the stairs a little quicker than usual, not knowing if Zhou Mi was still there, but gratified and relieved to see him relaxed in one of the plush chairs.
It was a child in the house, not a murderer, and Zhou Mi could look out for himself. The sanitarium was far and away more dangerous than Kyuhyun’s house. He much preferred Zhou Mi there, actually. He had never been able to quite shake the feeling that one night Zhou Mi had shown up late.
If Zhou Mi was killed or horrifically wounded before their contracted ended, he figured he wouldn’t be blamed for being more than a little angry.
Because of what Zhou Mi was providing to him, of course.
And then he noted the food sitting at Zhou Mi’s elbow.
“Was the food for the boy, or you?” he asked.
“Both of us,” Zhou Mi told him, voice light. “I’ll spend some more time with him tonight and tomorrow. And then perhaps, take him on a drive, see if he recognizes places around town. Though he’s too distraught right now, and distrusting, that I don’t think he would know. Perhaps he has parents.”
“You think he might have been kidnapped?” Kyuhyun sighed, leaning back. “Not like he would have wandered up and offered to be bitten. But that sounds fine. Let him trust you.”
“I thought maybe to bring him down, let him see the library, and spend a little time in our presence.”
Kyuhyun stared at Zhou Mi. There was no guile in that face, but Kyuhyun wasn’t sure why he felt he should be seeing something there.
“Why?”
“He knows this is a vampire’s house. I couldn’t hide that from him. I think if he sees you, sees you working like any human, perhaps he will relax. It might mean he won’t think I’m softening him up, so that you can have your fill of him.”
Kyuhyun grimaced at the thought. “I can’t imagine. I like my meals far more robust, and long-limbed.”
Which had nothing to do with the quality of the blood, but on that score, Zhou Mi qualified utterly.
“Perhaps after he is in his bed,” Zhou Mi suggested, his glance telling.
Yes, yet another reason for them to delay feeding. Though it wasn’t as simple as feeding, and he knew that. He could have walked to Zhou Mi, taken a seat in his lap, and fed until satisfied. But he knew if he took Zhou Mi upstairs, it could be hours before they emerged again.
But he knew there were things to accomplish, that hours away - even very pleasant hours - would not assist with.
“When—“ Kyuhyun began, and stopped as the sound of the outer door being knocked on sounded. “That is Changmin.”
He’d know that knock anywhere.
“Oh? Do you think he’s here to see how the visit to the den went? Did he know we were going last night?”
“I guess we’ll find out.”
Changmin, as per usual, came striding into the library without being announced, and Kyuhyun had to nod away the footman who looked both a bit panicked and exasperated. Changmin was an entity unto himself.
“Do you know of the Choi family? They work in…vampire containment?” Changmin asked Zhou Mi, who had stood out of politeness and who was clearly taken aback by Changmin’s lack of greeting.
“I…” Zhou Mi’s voice trailed off. “Yes, actually. Overtures were made at one point to see if they had any assistance to lend, and the man who asked was turned away. Why?”
“I have one outside. Or rather, there is one in a fortified carriage outside. I was approached tonight because of my inquiries into the den and Euphoria, and felt it best to direct any such information-gathering efforts in your direction.”
“I’m glad to speak to anyone if they might be able to help,” Zhou Mi said. “Will they come in?”
His house was Zhou Mi’s house, it seemed. Ordering the servants, inviting people in.
“I will have the footman relay the message,” Changmin said. “She’s a bit skittish around vampires. Would only talk to me through a little window.”
“She?” Kyuhyun asked to a room that contained only him and the still-standing Zhou Mi. “Have you met them? These Chois?”
“Not myself,” Zhou Mi said. “I wasn’t chosen for that. I’ve heard of them, of course.”
“Me too. It isn’t something that would keep most vampires in line, but knowing they exist does put a pause toward evil.”
They heard the doors open again, and that time, Kyuhyun stood as well, coming around to stand in Zhou Mi’s general vicinity. Not exactly a united front, but somewhat. The woman who came through behind Changmin, and very obviously keeping Changmin ahead of her, was unlike what he expected. Her dress was a dark purple, almost black, and she was fairly tall for a woman. He could see she also had every exit in the room committed to memory, how many people there were. A cautious person.
Though with two vampires in the room, he could imagine why.
“Thank you for seeing me, gentlemen,” she said. “My name is Sooyoung. I am part of the Choi family.”
And that needed no clarification.
“Thank you for meeting us,” Zhou Mi said, stepping forward to greet her properly. “My name is Zhou Mi. I am human.”
“I’ve heard of you,” she said, letting him take her gloved hand. “You are part of the group fighting the Euphoria.”
Zhou Mi nodded. “That is correct.”
“Have you had much success?”
“I—“ Zhou Mi remembered his manners. “You have met Changmin. This is Kyuhyun, a vampire also. He has been helping me in the effort to stop Euphoria distribution and also in helping to heal those afflicted.”
Kyuhyun nodded, in lieu of stepping forward. He wasn’t sure how Sooyoung would take being approached.
“Welcome to my home. Please, sit if you like.”
After the three men in the room had taken their seats, only then did Sooyoung sit, barely perching on a chair. He glanced to his right, to see if Zhou Mi was reacting to any of it, but Zhou Mi’s face was impassive, politely interested. It was his business face. Kyuhyun knew it well, as it was the same face Zhou Mi had worn when they met.
“You’re cautious,” Kyuhyun said, taking in her gloves that went from fingertips, all the way up past the sleeves of her gown.
“Past dealings with vampires have left my family with that need,” she said.
“But you leave your neck bare,” Changmin said, and he leaned closer, almost as though he was seeing if he could unnerve her. Kyuhyun could see Zhou Mi shifting beside him, wondering what would happen. “Don’t you think it would be a temptation?”
“Thrall is not something a vampire can help,” Sooyoung said, meeting Changmin’s eyes without flinching. “But there are other ways to deal with a vampire who bites without permission.”
Zhou Mi’s lips twitched and Changmin’s eyebrows rose, and Kyuhyun thought he ought to intervene before there was a brawl of words before they could even seek why Sooyoung was there, much less ask for her.
“Perhaps a swat with a rolled up newspaper would be appropriate,” Changmin joked quietly.
“You think that it’s funny? As a vampire you hold all the power. Are the humans you are trying to help simply playthings to you?”
“Please,” Changmin said, holding out his hand but stopping short of touching her. “I was wrong to say that. I have never bitten a human against their will, and find it deplorable. I did not become a vampire by choice. It’s not something we forget. Please forgive me.”
Sooyoung’s head inclined, accepting the apology, though Kyuhyun didn’t know if she believed it. He knew, knowing Changmin, that the jest hadn’t been meant badly. But it had not been a good thing to say, or even imply they believed. They had their own honor to think of, and vampires like that did nothing good for them, or for anyone else.
“I can’t claim to know all humans, but for us at least, it is the humans who hold power,” Kyuhyun said, and reached to touch Zhou Mi in emphasis of that.
“You say that, as you touch him,” Sooyoung said, staring at where Kyuhyun’s hand had come to rest on Zhou Mi’s neck.
“The thrall has no power on me,” Zhou Mi told her. “So he speaks the truth. I do hold power over him. But only because he has no power over me.”
“I have heard of people whom the thrall does not affect. And there are rumors of a way to create that effect in humans. Only no vampire will divulge it.”
She sent a scathing look up and down Changmin, as though he were the representation of all of those vampires.
“Nor will you ever find one who will part his lips to speak it,” Changmin said, eyeing her back. “We have work to be done.”
“How would you punish a vampire that is biting rogue?” Zhou Mi asked, voice curious, and the only one of the three of them who could ask without drawing her ire.
“A knife would do. If they would not learn, then… Perhaps something worse.”
“There is no danger to you here,” Zhou Mi told her gently.
She smiled back at him. “You’re a man. I appreciate the thought, but there is danger everywhere. I am just better prepared than most.”
Kyuhyun wondered how many sharp knives she had tucked away in her pretty bodice. And how many of those could kill him.
“I originally sought your…friend here, because I had heard he was inquiring into vampire dens. He says it was for you?” Sooyoung asked.
“Yes,” Zhou Mi said. “You asked how the fight against Euphoria was faring. And the truth is, we know a little more about it. It is ironically the vampires that are both cause and cure. It seems the bite of a vampire, over successive bites, cleans the blood of Euphoria’s taint. Though we don’t know how early we must catch it before true healing is attained.”
“These vampires here are biting them?”
They were reduced to creatures without names, it seemed, and Changmin sent him a look to say he had noticed as well. But he stayed quiet, letting Zhou Mi continue.
“No. Changmin is helping us with information. Kyuhyun is also helping. He found the vampires we are urging to bite the victims. It is because of him that I was able to find out anything about a den at all.”
“But he is biting you, is he not? You would trade your blood for these people?”
“I would trade more than that,” Zhou Mi said. “We went to the den together. We actually rescued a human child that was being held there to be bitten, and learned more about how Euphoria might be entering the market. Vampires—“
“Then you know where this den is?” Sooyoung asked.
But at the same time Changmin thundered, “A human child? Oh, no need to ask for its location, my lady. These two have seen to that. The removal of the child would have meant another secure location would be found.”
Sooyoung looked at him. “How would you know that?”
“Two previously unknown patrons show up and buy a human before they leave? Knowing the human laws well, if they did not move, then they are far more trusting than any vampire or human I have known.”
That seemed to satisfy her.
“Have you heard of vampires being attacked on the streets? Being cut or bled?” Kyuhyun asked, knowing Zhou Mi revealing their exciting news had been cut off.
“No,” Sooyoung said. “Though vampires rarely come to us with complaints about things like that.”
“It’s possible that the Euphoria is not a vampire in some back room bleeding himself. It’s possible other vampires are being attacked, their blood used as a commodity for sale. Because it would be a hit to pride, and because of our fast healing, we might not have heard of this.”
Sooyoung hummed. “That’s interesting. An interesting thought. We have been trying in our own ways to find where it is being distributed. Or ideally, kept. It does no good to cut off one of Hydra’s heads.”
“Exactly,” Zhou Mi agreed eagerly. “That is my ideal as well. It is not a quick fight, but much can be done to prevent its success.”
She stood, and Zhou Mi was the only one who stood immediately with her.
“It has been most enlightening, gentlemen. Now that I know you are not searching for vampire dens for dangerous purposes, I have no further need of your time.”
“Oh, please,” Zhou Mi said, stepping forward. “Is there anything you know, anything that would help us fight the Euphoria? If there was some way to pool our knowledge…?”
“No, not that I know of,” Sooyoung said. But after a moment, her expression softened. “If you do need help, if you find where the Euphoria is kept, or have questions, though, please do find me. I will help you however I can. Use this card, and you will be allowed in. Only you.”
Zhou Mi took the proffered card, all politeness. “Thank you.”
“I will see myself out. Good evening, gentlemen.”
“Why do I feel like she means that ironically in our case?” Kyuhyun murmured at Changmin.
“That was most enlightening,” Changmin commented back, in the same manner. The outer door closed, and Changmin’s eyes turned sharp. “But honestly, Kyuhyun? A child? Do you know how hard it was to find that den to begin with?”
“Talk to him,” Kyuhyun said, pointing at Zhou Mi before walking back around his desk. “He’s the one who wouldn’t leave without hauling the child with us.”
“He’s just a child!” Zhou Mi protested, still cradling Sooyoung’s card. “We couldn’t have left him there to be bitten.”
“He was still alive, wasn’t he?” Changmin asked, before sighing. “You let him talk you into— All right. I understand. But if I find you another, there had better be no children there. I’ll be back.”
Changmin left in a huff, and that made Kyuhyun smile.
“That was more excitement than I’d anticipated,” Kyuhyun said. “And oh goody, now the boy comes down?”
“As soon as I catch my breath,” Zhou Mi laughed.
***
Changmin came back, not an hour after the next sunset. It was fine, Kyuhyun thought, at least until Changmin said he had no new information and then sat for hours as relaxed as could be. It made him want to grind his teeth, as he glared at Changmin over his desk. There was some ulterior motive. Perhaps keeping him from feeding on Zhou Mi, as though propriety would keep him from abandoning his guest. It could, but only for a little while. He’d become accustomed to more than just a nibble, and Zhou Mi had dressed nicely that night, sitting not far from Changmin.
Still, it put an annoyed twitch in Kyuhyun’s step as he went to meet with his staff.
He heard Changmin’s voice when he was returning, a lower timbre than usual, as though he were trying to seduce.
He half slapped the door open, seeing Changmin with Zhou Mi’s hand in his and lowering it from his lips.
“Kyuhyun, perhaps I could make use of your desk?” Zhou Mi chattered, standing.
Kyuhyun wondered if he was grasping the opportunity to get away, or if he felt shamed by it. He didn’t much care either way. But putting himself at Kyuhyun’s desk put a very physical barrier between himself and Changmin, and that Kyuhyun very much approved of.
“It's a clumsy way of trying to make me jealous. I wonder if he knows he's going about it the wrong way.”
Zhou Mi stared at him. “What do you mean?”
“He needs to help more than me if he wants you to drop your pants.”
That at least had Zhou Mi laughing, and Kyuhyun wasn’t even bothering to look at Changmin.
“Though I hear he kisses well.”
“Haven't you kissed him?” Zhou Mi asked, sharp as always.
“I told you that was a long time ago.”
Zhou Mi hummed. “Still. If it matters, if I had my choice, I'd choose you.”
Zhou Mi turned from him and walked to the desk, leaving him in full sight of Changmin. Not just that, but Changmin saw his face. He knew that because of Changmin’s quiet, “Oh fuck, Kyuhyun.”
It wasn’t what Changmin thought. Changmin was conjuring up something in his head where Kyuhyun was beginning to think of Zhou Mi as his somehow, proprietary, and for more than just what they’d agreed on. But Kyuhyun felt pleasure, pride even, to know that Zhou Mi would choose him over Changmin. That was it.
“You should go. You’re just taking up space here, and we have work to do,” Kyuhyun told Changmin.
“I wonder how much work you actually get up to,” Changmin drawled. “How much time do you spend in bed?”
Zhou Mi made a sound, and Kyuhyun scowled.
“That has nothing to do with you. And we do work, every night.”
“Then give me something to do while I’m here. I’m sure Zhou Mi has something.”
Kyuhyun groaned.
“What if I gave you something to do away from the house?” Zhou Mi asked, reading Kyuhyun’s mind.
“Oh, anything. As long as you left with me,” Changmin told Zhou Mi.
As though that was going to happen.
“I think I hear the boy,” Kyuhyun said, which had Zhou Mi on his feet and out the door immediately.
“What are you up to?” Kyuhyun asked Changmin.
“Nothing. Just that I think that the less time he spends in your bed, the better. And this little scene tonight confirmed it.”
“You don’t understand,” Kyuhyun said.
Changmin eyed him, as though Kyuhyun had just called him stupid. “I understand perfectly.”
“I could bar you entrance to the house.”
It was somewhat of an empty threat, and Changmin laughed.
“You would be barring Zhou Mi from my help, and we both know that’s what he needs. He’s so self-sacrificing that he gives you blood in return for your help. Would he trade not having sex with you, in return for help from me?”
The sound from Kyuhyun’s throat was pure anger. “He has already agreed with me. He is bound by that contract.”
“Contracts can be amended.”
“Damn you.”
“I am trying to help you, Kyuhyun.”
“I didn’t ask for your help,” Kyuhyun said, pushing himself up. “I know what I’m doing.”
Changmin stood with him. “I have never seen you this off balance because of a human before. Sometimes you almost treat him as an equal. If he knew—“
Kyuhyun’s fist rapped hard against Changmin’s chest. “You tell him nothing. Do you understand? You’ve made him question enough already. We’re bound to a month and no more, and half of that is gone.”
“Why do I have more faith in his ability to walk away than in you?” Changmin said softly. Softly, because the sound of Zhou Mi descending the stairs was so distinctive.
Kyuhyun warned him to silence with his eyes, and Zhou Mi wisely said nothing as he came in, sitting at Kyuhyun’s desk and every so often glancing up at Kyuhyun as though to ask if everything was all right.
Changmin said nothing, even though Kyuhyun kept asking if it was time for him to leave. And finally he did leave, with as little time to get home before the sun rose as was possible Kyuhyun suspected.
“Upstairs,” Kyuhyun bit out, even before Changmin had left. It jerked Zhou Mi out of the stupor he’d fallen into, half asleep already. Kyuhyun had so much anger left in him that he tore Zhou Mi’s shirt getting it off of him, frustrating clawing at him.
“Kyuhyun,” Zhou Mi said, touching Kyuhyun’s face. “We have time.”
Too much time, if Changmin was the one being consulted. He could feel the weight of the sun almost rising as he slid into Zhou Mi. He wanted. He wanted and there was a man there beneath him who wanted, too. A man whose blood fed life into him, who gave him that blood willingly. Zhou Mi stroked along his back and Kyuhyun murmured and fed and rocked. Comfort, want, and satiation.
He’d taken his fill, as the sun rose and he murmured his complaint into Zhou Mi’s neck. He’d never fallen asleep during sex before. He was supposed to be making Zhou Mi want to pass out from the pleasure.
But his limbs weren’t working quite right. So tired.
“Let me help,” Zhou Mi told him.
And Kyuhyun didn’t know how. If Zhou Mi wanted to fuck him instead, he was going to be doing it to an unconscious man. But Zhou Mi rolled him onto his side, and then his back, and he inhaled at the firm grip of Zhou Mi’s hand along his erection. Instead of the slow slide he’d been taking as his body slowed, Zhou Mi’s hand was quick, and firm, and fast.
“You can take me twice tonight,” Zhou Mi whispered in his ear. “Or your mouth. I like that. Come for me, Kyuhyun, so you can rest.”
And with a tiny grunt, he did. Heat infused his bones, and pleasure spread as Zhou Mi’s lips pressed against his face.
And he slept, deep.
***
Zhou Mi did not blame Kyuhyun for nearly falling asleep on top of him. He knew they’d been interrupted by Changmin. Just as he knew that Kyuhyun hadn’t been alone in wanting Changmin to leave them. Finishing himself had been no great trial, nor had cleaning Kyuhyun so he would sleep easier, or crawling in beside him. He could have chosen a different room, apart from Kyuhyun, and Kyuhyun would have had no reason to argue. But he found Kyuhyun’s even breaths to be soothing, and he liked knowing he brought warmth that Kyuhyun would otherwise lack.
But there had been no chance to finish what they had begun that morning, because by the time that Kyuhyun had woken, Zhou Mi had coaxed their ward downstairs. Jinyong, his name was, and he had parents, as well as two older sisters, and two older brothers, and several younger as well. He didn’t know his age, though Zhou Mi guessed him to be about five, and several days of quiet visits and bringing him little sweets had paid off, in that Jinyong tucked his hand in Zhou Mi’s and went with him to explore the house at long last. He didn’t say anything about the plot to find Jinyong’s parents, in hopes of not upsetting him or giving him too much hope. But if they could get him comfortable out of his room, then perhaps the next day Zhou Mi could take him in the carriage to see what they could find.
But the child that raced around the room to touch anything shiny, came back to Zhou Mi, shy and afraid, when Kyuhyun entered. Perhaps he recognized Kyuhyun from that night.
“This is Kyuhyun. He is a vampire. Kyuhyun, you remember Jinyong?”
“I do,” Kyuhyun said. “How are you this evening?”
Jinyong tucked his head against Zhou Mi’s hip and would not speak.
“He won’t hurt you. He bites me, and me only,” Zhou Mi said, petting Jinyong’s hair as he crouched down to be at his level. “You can see the marks. See? And a vampire only bites one person at a time. So when he’s hungry, he’ll only bite me.”
“Vampires bit all the humans there,” Jinyong said, staring at Zhou Mi with disbelief.
“Kyuhyun isn’t like them. You know how there are good people, and bad people? Some of the vampires there were bad vampires. Kyuhyun is a good one. He’s helping me to help humans.”
“Because he bites you.”
A perceptive boy.
“Yes. But because I also like being bitten. It is not always painful, and he is very kind to me. And he is the only reason we got you out safely.”
Be that as it may, Jinyong wasn’t taking any chances. He became part of Zhou Mi almost, not moving from him, almost as though hiding from Kyuhyun’s sight. They sat together on the settee, and Zhou Mi read to him, until there was the sensation of a nodding head against him. Even if he was afraid of Kyuhyun, the proximity to someone he trusted was making Jinyong fall asleep. So he smiled at Kyuhyun, and carried the child up to his room, leaving Victoria to help him into his nightclothes. He was forward thinking enough to hope that Jinyong wouldn’t hate vampires as he grew. They were not, not all of them at least, worthy of his hate.
When he returned, he put the books back on the shelf that he had taken down and heard Kyuhyun stand.
“You like being bitten?” Kyuhyun murmured, coming up beside him and then stopping him from moving so that they were almost facing each other.
It took a moment for him to remember what Kyuhyun was talking about, thinking back over the evening.
“Ah. You heard that?”
“Obviously. That’s the second time you’ve said so.”
Zhou Mi smiled down at Kyuhyun’s arm, the one blocking him.
“There are a great number of things more unpleasant.”
“Zhou Mi.”
Maybe if he were a vampire, and he were looking at a man he was biting, he’d want to know also. But the only thing he could think of were Changmin’s warnings. He wondered if caring too much was one of the dangers. If Kyuhyun could not, would not, bite a human after thirty days, then there was the potential for being hurt. But surely Kyuhyun knew that, guarded against that. And he couldn’t help but wonder if Changmin had other motives. So he shoved it to a corner of his mind as he rubbed his thumb over Kyuhyun’s chin.
“I like it. I like what comes with it more.”
***
The next day and the day after Changmin appeared, usually with some anecdote, some factoid that was useful and helpful, and then he sat there and hoped that his presence would somehow impede them. Kyuhyun just sniffed and went about his business. Occasionally, Zhou Mi would be gone when he woke, and would come back after visiting the sanitarium or the group he worked with. Changmin had the pitiable habit of showing up not long after. Kyuhyun was beginning to think he was having Zhou Mi tailed.
He cornered Zhou Mi in the kitchen to ask just that.
That, and to get up to a little mischief.
“I can’t just tell him to never come back,” Kyuhyun said, pressing wet kisses up Zhou Mi’s neck.
“Of course not,” Zhou Mi said, a light laugh on his voice. But more importantly, his hands were running up and down the sides of Kyuhyun’s evening jacket. He wasn’t sure why he liked that so much. Maybe because he imagined the rings on Zhou Mi’s hands and the way those hands looked against him. Maybe it had to do with the way he was touching Zhou Mi. He didn’t know.
“Have you noticed anyone suspicious following you?”
“Not that I know of,” Zhou Mi said. “Do you think he’s…?”
“He might be having a servant follow you to tell him when you’re here. I don’t know how he else he could keep unerringly showing up not long after. It would serve him right if we just had sex in the middle of the library. Let him walk in on that.”
“I think he’d just take a seat and tell us to hurry up and get it over with.”
Kyuhyun’s laugh burst out of him, delighted with Zhou Mi’s perception. “He would, wouldn’t he? That’s not something I consider a performance.”
“Or something that should be rushed,” Zhou Mi agreed.
They’d at least had time the last few days to finish what they’d started.
“A little taste for now,” Kyuhyun murmured, and slid his teeth into Zhou Mi’s neck.
He fed for barely a minute before pulling away, licking the wounds clean. And instead, he feasted on Zhou Mi’s mouth. Warm, lush, and eager, and Zhou Mi pulled Kyuhyun against him. He felt Zhou Mi’s solid jaw under his fingers, his cheekbones, ears. A strong face. And a shudder went down Kyuhyun’s spine as Zhou Mi’s fingers scraped against the small of his back. Little by little he was clinging, off balance, supported by him and lost to Zhou Mi’s kisses, and the humming against his lips.
They both paused, inhaled, at the telltale knock on the front door. Changmin.
“Fuck.”
“I’d like to,” Zhou Mi muttered against his mouth.
“We could sneak up the stairs.”
“He’d hear,” Zhou Mi sighed, slowly letting Kyuhyun find his own balance again.
“Up the servants’ stairs.”
“We’d know. And we’d rush. I don’t want to think about him when I’m in your bed.”
It was another of Zhou Mi’s earnest little sayings, the ones that should have had him rolling his eyes and instead had him clutching inside. He knew that Zhou Mi meant it, that the words were not absent, but they could also be read into far more than Zhou Mi intended. Zhou Mi spoke the truth. He wanted his focus to be on Kyuhyun, and Kyuhyun thought the same. But he felt the words out of his own mouth would have been cloying.
It would have been safer if Zhou Mi looked at him and did not care who he thought of in Kyuhyun’s bed. If Zhou Mi had snidely remarked that imagining Changmin with them in bed, it would have meant his focus was on sex, on attraction. Changmin wasn’t without his merits as a man.
But to imagine Zhou Mi saying he wanted Changmin meant the disgust curling in him was in danger of displaying itself on his face. Zhou Mi’s focus should be on him, and him alone, as long as their contract lasted.
Which meant that no matter what Zhou Mi’s thoughts were, for the time being they were exactly as they should be.
“Let’s go meet him before he comes looking,” Kyuhyun muttered, and Zhou Mi agreed, following him.
***
But the next evening, Kyuhyun woke warmer than usual. It took him a few moments to understand why, before he realized that it wasn’t heavier blankets, but an arm weighing down his side.
“Ah, you’re awake,” Zhou Mi murmured.
Warm, because Zhou Mi was against him.
“A little late in the day for you to be abed, isn’t it?”
Zhou Mi just chuckled. “Somewhat. But I had just come from spending time with Jinyong and he was settling after his meal, and you were here all alone and comfortable.”
“I see.”
It was hard to say what Kyuhyun thought of the child. He had not, as yet, interrupted their feeding schedule overly much. Changmin had been far more detrimental to that. But seeing Zhou Mi with the child was another facet of Zhou Mi himself. He knew Zhou Mi worked at the sanitarium, offered himself up to be bitten for people he did not know himself. All of those things led him to know that Zhou Mi was a very giving person. He wanted to work hard to change the world around him, unlike some humans who seemed content to just live in the moment they had created.
Or some vampires. He was one of those. He wondered perhaps if he should take an effort to get to know the child a bit, help him to be comfortable. Zhou Mi had not pushed him on it, besides pointing him out to the child. Those moments of clarity, Zhou Mi speaking as though Kyuhyun could not hear. Perhaps there were things that he did not mean for Kyuhyun to hear, and also things that Zhou Mi means in a vastly different way. Zhou Mi’s manner of speaking at times was a little like code. Deciphering true meaning out of sentences intended to charm. On any other man, he might have thought it an irritating trait. On Zhou Mi, he saw it as the fascinating inner working of a man who laughed, smiled, seemed charming, but was in fact far more than he first appeared.
“I wonder what would happen if you brought the child down while Changmin was there,” Kyuhyun murmured.
“Do you think he would scold us more?” Zhou Mi asked. “I think Jinyong might be a little frightened by that.”
“At least we know already what he thinks of our little purchase.”
“That reminds me,” Zhou Mi said, turning his head to Kyuhyun. “I will bring your money tomorrow.”
“Yes. So you will own him then, instead of me,” Kyuhyun jested.
“I will take him out again, see if he recognizes any place in the city that would help us. He is still so frightened.”
“At least he has you to speak to, and not me.”
“Your maid has performed very well as an impromptu nanny. She keeps him from becoming overly fretful or scared when I am gone.”
“I’m glad,” Kyuhyun murmured.
The glow of the lamp was illuminating the long lines of Zhou Mi’s body under the covers. And aside from talk of children, he found he wanted something else. Usually, he woke cool and in need of warmth. Not that night.
It took little effort to flip back the covers, the sheet, getting as far as Zhou Mi’s hips.
“Perhaps, since you’re already here,” Kyuhyun said, his hand sliding over the soft fabric at Zhou Mi’s hips. “We might have a moment before Changmin arrives.”
Zhou Mi wiggled, his interest apparent, and Kyuhyun nearly grinned in pleasure. He kissed along Zhou Mi’s jaw, feeling his kneading coming to fruition at the rise of Zhou Mi’s cock.
He knew what Zhou Mi anticipated. And he knew they could have it done, and done well. But he had not woken to such warmth in so long. It was not thanks, exactly, but perhaps it was.
He undid buttons, the belt at Zhou Mi’s trousers. He drew Zhou Mi, hard and eager, through the flap he bared, and felt him skin to skin as he had done their first night together.
Zhou Mi sighed for him, reached for him, and Kyuhyun held him back, but for a brief kiss pressed to Zhou Mi’s mouth.
There were other places for that. He curled down the bed, still half under the covers himself, and let his lips part around Zhou Mi’s erection. His mouth was wet, and Zhou Mi was very warm, and he heard the hiss of pleasure, the hand Zhou Mi touched his shoulder with.
All he wanted was a little suck, that was all. And something not so little to suck upon. But it was best not to inflate Zhou Mi’s ego, or his estimation of his manhood. He was there, and for him, and that was all that mattered. But it was time that he did not waste, his tongue taking measured circles, swerving, and retreating as he lowered his head to suck. His hand fondled, cupping, stroking, feeling the throb, the hardening of a man in his mouth, to the whim of his movements and pleasure. The taste of him, leaking against Kyuhyun’s tongue as he hummed.
“Kyuhyun,” Zhou Mi said, his voice husky. “You should—“
Stop, so they could couple, perhaps. Stop, or Zhou Mi would lose himself. That was what Kyuhyun wanted.
He sucked harder, got Zhou Mi’s moans, the lifting of his hips and gripping of his hands. And not long after, the taste of his semen as Zhou Mi moaned and came for him.
A satisfying little treat, along with Zhou Mi’s panting breaths and slowly relaxing body. He knew what that face looked like when he was consumed with pleasure, so he was pleased to see Zhou Mi’s eyelids a bit uneven and mouth parted as Kyuhyun wiped his own mouth.
He didn’t bother putting Zhou Mi’s trousers back together, simply sliding out of bed to find his clothes.
“What was that for?” Zhou Mi asked, his breathing still labored.
There was really only one answer, as Kyuhyun pulled up his trousers. “For keeping me warm.”
***
Bringing Jinyong out of his shell was no easy task. It took time spent with him, letting him get to know Zhou Mi, trust him. Zhou Mi brought toys, books, colored pencils and paper. He ate lunch with Jinyong when he could, and read to him more.
“Draw me a picture of your house,” Zhou Mi urged. “Or something near your house.”
If they knew where Jinyong played, perhaps they could find where he lived. Find someone who knew his face. Gentle probes at how long that Jinyong had been in the vampire den had only garnered him vague answers. He didn’t know, Zhou Mi realized. It was more than a few days, though. Most likely a few weeks, and he hoped that only because he could not fathom accepting that Jinyong had been bitten and terrified for months. If only from the way Jinyong was blossoming, he thought not. It would take a lot of gentle care and assurance, but he thought Jinyong would be fine.
“This is my house,” Jinyong said. “My mom, and dad, and my brothers. My sisters are inside. They don’t like getting dirty. There’s a big water…founteen?”
“Fountain?” Zhou Mi suggested.
“Yeah! We’d go play in that. Grannies would tell us to get our feet out of their water. It had a horse on it, but the head was broken off.”
There were many fountains in the city, both for decorative use, and more domestic purposes. Each ward was marked with an animal, and was made of some eight square blocks. That meant six fountains. If Jinyong lived in the horse ward, near a fountain with it’s decorative marker broken, then they had their place to start. Unless all the fountains were broken, but it was still a place to begin.
He took a soft toy, throwing it and bouncing it off Jinyong’s head. Jinyong gaped at him, and Zhou Mi picked up a small stuffed rabbit, pretending like he was going to throw it, too.
The kid had a good arm, Zhou Mi admired, as Jinyong squealed and dove for the bear that had bounced off him. In one quick shot, he’d thrown it back, bouncing it off of Zhou Mi’s cheekbone. That created a war, Jinyong’s squealing bouncing off the walls as they flung toys at each other. Luckily most of them were soft, as Zhou Mi scrabbled for things that weren’t the little wooden train set or toy horses. He collapsed back under a small mountain of toys, as Jinyong took him down.
“Truce! Truce!”
Jinyong was beside him in a flash, laughing down at him. “I beat you!”
“You did. You throw better than I can.”
Jinyong just giggled and flopped beside Zhou Mi, curling against him with a head on his shoulder in such an unconscious and lovely way. There was no fear in it.
“I like playing with you,” Jinyong said.
“I like playing with you, too. I’m glad I met you,” Zhou Mi told him.
“Nanny says you rescued me.”
Zhou Mi paused. He did not want to build accolades for them in Jinyong’s mind, but he also knew that Jinyong would be curious about what happened. Victoria, serving as his nanny had not been instructed to keep anything from Jinyong at all, unless she felt it would frighten him.
“Kyuhyun and I are glad we found you,” Zhou Mi settled on finally. “We both worked to bring you here. And now, help you to find your family.”
“You don’t want to keep me?”
Zhou Mi’s heart actually panged in his chest. “Oh. I don’t have a little boy. You know that. And you are the best little boy I could imagine. But your parents… they must be worried. Hoping you’re safe.”
Jinyong shrugged, moving his little toy train back and forth across Zhou Mi’s stomach. “They have other kids. I don’t think they’d mind if you kept me. There’s Nanny, and bunny, and cookies…”
“You can bring Bunny with you. And I’ll visit. And bring you cookies. I can’t— If I know we can find your parents. Is there someone you miss?”
Jinyong rocked back and forth. “Mama.”
Zhou Mi smiled and nodded. “I think she misses you too. No matter how many other children she has. No one can replace you. Not anyone.”
And then Zhou Mi had an armful of child, squashing him down into the floor. “I’ll miss you,” Jinyong wailed.
Zhou Mi held him, murmuring assurances, until Jinyong quieted. It did not help him to know that his plans for Jinyong after rescuing him had never been secure. He’d had only half formed thoughts. Find his family, and if that failed, he didn’t know what he would have done. If he’d felt incapable, he might have found another family for Jinyong instead.
But there were things about Jinyong’s experience that Zhou Mi understood better than most. Perhaps that was why they understood each other. He was a strong example in the face of Jinyong’s fear of vampires.
“Mr. Zhou! Mr. Zhou, are you in there?”
He startled, frightening Jinyong who had begun to fall asleep against him.
“I’m here! Come in,” Zhou Mi called out, struggling to rise with a sleepy boy clinging to him.
“Mr. Cho is home,” Kyuhyun’s manservant said as soon as the door came open. “He’s— He’s hurt, sir. Could you come down?”
Zhou Mi stood and sat Jinyong on the bed. “Wait here, all right?”
Kyuhyun was hurt, his mind repeated over and over. And he couldn’t even fathom how.
***
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Date: 2014-03-21 01:16 am (UTC)Oh dear, so emotional attachment is not good? :( Uh-oh....but KyuMi must be together. >.> XD WAIT DOES THIS HAVE SOMETHING TO DO WITH CHANGKYU'S HISTORY TOGETHER?! #randomthoughtoftheday
XDDD Changmin would just be perfectly fine with walking in on them too. (He'd probably go get popcorn...to throw at them. >.>)
Cuddling is a beautiful thing. <3 And again, JINYOUNG YOU ARE SO CUTE <3 STUFFED ANIMAL FIGHTS ARE ARGUABLY BETTER THAN PILLOW FIGHTS <3
Oh dear, Kyuhyun's hurt? D: What happened? D: *prepares to follow the cliffhanger*
Beautiful chapter~~~~ \^O^/
Apparently, livejournal is stupid and refuses to let me get past the "are you over 18?" page while signed in, so I can't friend you. >:| :( *sobs*
Hwaiting authornim~ \^.^
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Date: 2014-04-02 05:23 am (UTC)Yes...we will see. >.> Though luckily not related to changkyu's history~
lol Changmin throwing stuff at them would be hilarious. Poor qmi, so put upon. XD
I have a lot of love for stuffed animals~ Stuffed animals and endless cuddles go~
Awww...lj is so silly about that sometimes. ;A; <3
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Date: 2014-04-02 05:44 am (UTC)(>_> That sounds weird...);~; So many hints at Changkyu's backstory... ;~; Will the full tale ever come to light? ;~;
OMG YES STUFFED ANIMALS ARE AMAZING When I was in first grade I got a teddy bear that was legit bigger than me at the time I got it. \o/ It still guards my bedroom from the bogey monster. :3
;~; I'll friend you after I turn 18~ ._. Oh my god that's next year. ._. ;AAAAA;
^^ <3
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Date: 2014-03-21 01:43 am (UTC)You always write the type of fics that make me wanna sleep until the next update so that time will seemingly pass more quickly ♥
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Date: 2014-04-02 05:26 am (UTC)/makes food with you as I get all the rest put together XD
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Date: 2014-03-21 03:06 am (UTC)Great chapter--my favorite part might have been "She smiled back at him. “You’re a man. I appreciate the thought, but there is danger everywhere. I am just better prepared than most."'
I may have spazzed a little. That whole scene was great :) I was ready for it to be like Choi Dambi but it was SO MUCH BETTER :D
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Date: 2014-04-02 05:26 am (UTC)Ah, Sooyoung and Mimi. He tried, but he hadn't quite grasped it. Go her protecting herself. /o/ <3
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Date: 2014-03-21 03:51 am (UTC)I hope Kyuhyun getting hurt is not due to what Changmin fears.
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Date: 2014-04-02 05:27 am (UTC)It's definitely a puzzle...though one they think they have the best grasp of. .__.
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Date: 2014-03-21 09:41 pm (UTC)anyways I think fictional kids ARE THE CUTEST AND WE SHOULD HAVE A BUNCH OF THEM and zhoumi should stop flirting with changmin or he might develop a thing for vampires haha
thank you /cookies /
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Date: 2014-04-02 05:29 am (UTC)Aren't they cuuuute. I love writing fictional kids. I love that they can be how I imagine them and cute and loving and happy families. ;~~; <3
Ooh cookies! *___*
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Date: 2014-03-22 03:21 pm (UTC)Egad I can't take the cliffhanger. I'm almost glad I'm late to catch up on 4 and 5 so that it's closer to 6 coming ouuuuuuuutttttt
/throws you cookies
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Date: 2014-04-02 05:30 am (UTC)Hopefully the cliff wasn't to bad to wait for~~~
/happily noms cookies while writing more :3
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Date: 2014-03-23 06:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-04-02 05:33 am (UTC)/pets Kyu's head :(