Genre: Romance, Supernatural
Warnings: Blood, sex, gore
Pairings: Siwon/Kyuhyun, minor EXO Hunhan
Summary: Kyuhyun, bitterly abandoned by Zhou Mi to a coven he barely knows, is immensely attracted to Siwon. Vampire AU
There weren’t many covens out in the world these days. And Kyuhyun understands that—vampires are backstabbing creatures, so what would be the point in joining one, when keeping care of oneself was irritating enough?
Then again, he should not have underestimated the agonizing presence of Zhou Mi.
“But Gui Xian, Han Geng told me that—“
“Just stop talking.”
Zhou Mi let out a tsk-ing sound before they settled into a comfortable silence again, both walking quickly through the forest.
“I hate current technology.” Zhou Mi grumbled to himself. “It’s much harder for me to get a nice snack than back in the Qin times.”
“Be quiet.” It was a snap this time. Mi rolled his eyes at the palpable annoyance in Kyuhyun’s voice. The boy was merely a fledgling, barely an adolescent within the eyes of most of the vampire community—it was surprise that anyone had the guts to convert fledglings at all these days, with the bursting technology and need for secrecy among their kind. When he had found Kyuhyun, the young vampire had been wild and certainly unsafe. Zhou Mi (who was an elder, one of the oldest of their kind) had taken it upon himself to teach Kyuhyun how to not murder in broad daylight. Sometimes he wished that he had left Kyuhyun alone with that dead body… although the repercussions would have been disastrous. It was his duty as one of the older vampires—Zhou Mi was obligated to make sure that Gui Xian matured correctly; plus, the young man had grown on Zhou Mi, as fledgling and creators (pseudo-creator in Zhou Mi’s case) often shared a close bond.
Too bad that Kyuhyun’s snarky attitude was only revealed after the two had become traveling companions. Zhou Mi sighed, pulling at his t-shirt and patting his skinny jeans, frowning in dismay. Fashion nowadays was seriously not up to par compared to the 1200’s in China.
Covens were not very popular back in the day (way back in the day) so Zhou Mi had never been involved in one. One of his seniors that he had met a few hundred years ago, Han Geng, had been actively involved in a few. He had recently left due to some troubles with the council, and his Ge had recommended the coven to him. Zhou Mi certainly didn’t want to deal with Kyuhyun for another ten years. It was a perfect opportunity to dump the kid on another group while Zhou Mi had to take care of “grown up” business.
“I don’t need to be taken care of.” Kyuhyun said, stopping completely and turning around to raise an eyebrow at Zhou Mi.
Zhou Mi coughed lightly. “Excuse me?”
“Stop thinking about that coven again.”
“Okay fine, just answer this. How old are you?”
“Twenty three.” A blank stare.
“And how old am I?”
“Exactly. You’re considered young even for humans. Besides, you’re just scared that you’ll be bullied again if we join this coven like how other vampires treated you at the beginning.”
Zhou Mi looked up and Kyuhyun was already paces in front of him. There was petulance to his walk that told Zhou Mi all he needed to know. Although the talented boy greatly improved from five years ago, he was still such a pain. Mi let out a heavy sigh, instantly appearing next to Kyuhyun, matching his fast pace.
“It doesn’t mean that I don’t care about you.” Zhou Mi insisted, poking Kyuhyun’s arm.
“I would be joining the coven with you!”
“Five years ago I would have cried about you wanting to abandon me, but now I can quite honestly handle it. Stop hyperventilating, Mi.”
“I literally am physically unable to hyperventilate.” Zhou Mi piped up helpfully. “Nor would I abandon you.”
“This is why I told you to fucking shut up.”
“But really, I have unfinished business in China to take care of… council stuff. And I know you miss Korea.”
Kyuhyun rolled his eyes and abruptly winced, rubbing his jaw. Zhou Mi snorted in amusement; Kyuhyun was still unable to control the elongation of his fangs. A dirty look was immediately shot towards Zhou Mi, which he ignored.
“Anyway,” Zhou Mi continued on quickly, “I don’t feel comfortable just leaving you in the street or something, and I heard that this coven’s got the best of the best—which you fit perfectly in, by the way— so that ought to keep you out of too much trouble. Or death.”
“No.” Kyuhyun said as a last ditch effort.
Zhou Mi gave him a deadpan look.
And so, a week later, Kyuhyun was on a flight to Seoul, sitting in a first class seat as he twiddled with the expensive ring on his ring finger. Scowling, he felt the urge to fling the tacky piece of jewelry across the plane, but that would undoubtedly create a hole in the plane and leave the passengers in shock at his incredible strength. The ring would apparently keep him safe from the sun, according Zhou Mi, and prevent those rabid girls from jumping him; unfortunately, Kyuhyun doubted that the illusion that he was married would stop those women.
His scowl turned into a grimace as he continued to think about how Zhou Mi had left him all alone—embarrassing enough to admit, Kyuhyun had become dependent on the Chinese man, who had been there for him when he had first been turned and continuing through his fledgling years. The abandonment hurt just a little.
Kyuhyun slammed the plane window to his left down with a loud crack and pulled his sweater over his head, trying to block out all traces of sunlight as he closed his eyes, breathing in his own scent deeply, relishing in the slight smell of blood from his last meal.
And then a different smell came. Kyuhyun threw his sweater off his head and turned around to look up at the mysterious yummy smelling stranger. Wow… this guy was attractive.
“Whoa, you’re cute.” The asian man breathed out in fluent English, his perfectly symmetrical face and nicely styled hair accentuating his attractive dimples. His low-dipped shirt fit nicely over the contours of his body, revealing a sculpted chest and strong arms.
“So are you.” The words slipped easily out of Kyuhyun’s mouth, except in Chinese, the language that he had grown used to speaking in the last three years. Both stared at each other for a still moment before abruptly flushing, turning away from each other as Kyuhyun covered his face with both hands and tried to muffle an embarrassed groan, and the man rubbed his temples, seemingly muttering a prayer before turning back to look at Kyuhyun.
“I’m so sorry about that… I didn’t know you were married.” The man said, effortlessly adjusting to Kyuhyun’s accented Chinese, gesturing at Kyuhyun’s hand.
“Ah. Yes. I am married.” Kyuhyun said blankly, feeling the urge to destroy the ring again, but for a very different reason.
“Nice to meet you, I’m Siwon.” Siwon introduced, as he placed his belongings into the compartment above. Part of his well-fit shirt lifted, revealing a muscular and toned stomach. Kyuhyun’s eyes almost unwillingly slid up and down appreciatively to observe Siwon’s physique.
Kyuhyun cursed Zhou Mi in his mind, again.
“You’re Korean?” Kyuhyun asked in surprise, noting the name immediately.
“You are too?” The man replied instinctively in both their native languages, and he let out a carefree laugh as he sat down to shake hands with Kyuhyun.
“I’m really sorry about that.” Siwon apologized again, sitting down in his seat and facing Kyuhyun with serious eyes. “If I knew that you were in matrimony already, I would not have… well, you know.”
Siwon let out a fake laugh that failed to hide his palpable disappointment. Kyuhyun had been told by many that he was perceptive, and never had he been more thankful for it until now.
“I’m not married.” Kyuhyun admitted. “I just don’t like rejecting random girls that ask for my number.”
Siwon blinked. Kyuhyun was promptly drawn to his long lashes, noticing the model way the other man sat, with hands clasped together on his crossed legs. There was a brief moment of silence in which Kyuhyun thought that he was being refused for a moment as Siwon just looked at him, until he finally cracked a smile while looking ridiculously breathtaking.
“Since I’m not a girl and I haven’t asked for your number yet, does this mean I’m not going to be rejected?”
Kyuhyun snorted before looking away and leaning back casually in his seat, looking up into the plane ceiling and breathing in deeply.
“I wasn’t kidding when I said you were attractive.” He finally said, resolutely, as he glanced back at Siwon. The man was still staring at him, unwaveringly.
Siwon let out a sigh of relief. “Neither was I. You’re basically eyecandy.”
“That’s true. I am.”
There was an awkward moment of silence—Siwon looked torn between incredulity and extreme amusement. Kyuhyun merely nodded solemnly at him, and Siwon’s face broke out into a huge smile.
“I think I’m going to like you… a lot.” His voice was clear as he grinned, open and honest.
Kyuhyun could tell that this was the start of a wonderful trip.
Unfortunately, like usual, less than an hour into the plane ride, Kyuhyun had started to drift off. It had been a usual occurrence when he was human to fall asleep during plane trips, car rides, and any type of travel. The habit had been carried into his life as a vampire as well. Most of the time, the extra sleep was pleasant and needed—this trip however, with Siwon patiently there the whole time just for conversation, the drowsiness was highly unwelcome.
“Go to sleep.” Siwon said lowly as Kyuhyun yawned. Again.
“You’ll be listless and bored without me.” Kyuhyun murmured back, as his head somehow found its way onto Siwon’s shoulder. It took a moment for him to realize that Siwon’s hands had guided him.
“You’re right here.” Siwon replied warmly, and it was the last thing Kyuhyun heard before lethargy overtook him.
When Kyuhyun had first been turned, he realized that being a vampire basically followed most of the myths, except less dramatized. They could sleep, as long as it was dark, and they would become scalded if they went into the sun, but they wouldn’t burst into flames or die instantly. Vampires, Kyuhyun found, were only sustainable through human blood. They could, in theory, drink animal blood, but it had never happened. Zhou Mi explained that it was comparable to the diet that the Polish Jews were put through in the Ghetto. Minimum calories and eventual starvation would occur, and no vampire would ever want to drink animal blood when there was a tastier and more filling main meal.
Vampires also had enhanced senses, and had the ability to turn other vampires. The latter was an intimate process that most vampires were reluctant to go through, involving the exchanging of blood between both parties, along with death. If the process actually went through, then the whole fledgling stage would be a huge pain—mentoring the young vampires were a responsibility that had to be kept. Proper killing methods, sustainability, developing strength and fangs, and potential powers were all things that had to be watched for.
Powers were something that had to be developed after a long time, which was why elders often had them. Age came with benefits—resistance to the sun (goddamn Zhou Mi), powers, and most of all, Council seats.
Kyuhyun no longer dreamed in his sleep, but if he did, he imagined that his dreams would follow some line of him destroying the lives of the Council members, those snobby controlling jackasses. Or they were like Zhou Mi, who Kyuhyun swore read Twilight and giggled like girl while doing so.
The best part about being a vampire was the exchange of blood and enhanced features. Kyuhyun had never been so glad that he had gotten double eyelid surgery before being changed. His car accident scars looked much cooler, and his eyelids would never loosen again… pure satisfaction flooded through him every time he thought about it. Kyuhyun would never have to worry about getting tans or putting on sunscreen.
And blood tasted good; even better if it was a co-exchange, such as between Zhou Mi and him.
Following that train of thought, that was why Kyuhyun was debating killing Siwon or not. The man smelled very strongly of deliciousness, and Kyuhyun wasn’t strong enough to put him under to take the blood and then leave. Kyuhyun couldn’t turn anyone yet, his fucking fangs weren’t even fully controlled yet.
It seemed like a waste to kill Siwon though. The man had such a nice form and a surprisingly attractive personality.
“So that is what’s going on right now in the plane.” Kyuhyun concluded, stretching his arms and legs into the conjured chair.
Zhou Mi looked just about ready to burst with laughter. He let out a tiny snicker, which soon turned into guffaws. Kyuhyun rolled his eyes.
Sometimes Zhou Mi’s power was a pain. He had the ability to communicate mentally with anyone he had exchanged blood with before, which was basically his own creator (who was dead) and Kyuhyun.
“I thought you were going to complain, but this… pffhahaha!”
“Oh god. I wonder why I tell you anything.”
“You know you love me, Gui Xian.”
“Just wake me up already.”
“Ok! Use a condom!” Zhou Mi chirped cheerfully, and before the highly mortified Kyuhyun had a chance to smack that bastard’s face in, he was back into the conscious reality. He knew that something was up when the aroma around him smelled far too good. Kyuhyun often wondered why these things happened to him—his head was buried into Siwon’s neck, the man’s arm was around his shoulder, hands rubbing circles into his arms. Siwon’s other hand was on a laptop, scrolling down reports of… the Choi Industrial stocks?
Kyuhyun groaned as he lifted his head wearily, squinting at the words within the document.
“The Choi Corporations... do you work there?” Kyuhyun wanted to smile madly—Zhou Mi’s contact was supposed to be the CEO of the company, so if Siwon actually worked there, it would be a perfect chance to score the guy and coven.
Siwon barked out a laugh. “You could say that I work there.”
That sounded awfully suspicious—Kyuhyun had a hunch now of who Siwon really was, though he couldn’t be sure.
“Do you know Han Geng?”
Siwon’s whole body jerked, and he turned his head to stare at Kyuhyun incredulously, his arm still around Kyuhyun’s shoulders. Realization dawned on Siwon’s face, and the man looked like he was holding back a smile.
“Gui Xian.” He said slowly. “Kyuhyun. I wondered why your name sounded familiar.”
“And I’ll assume that you’re the CEO of Choi Corporations… Choi Siwon.”
“You were going to be my meal when I got off the plane!” Siwon’s laugh was muffled, burying his face into Kyuhyun’s hair.
“Likewise.” Kyuhyun said flatly as he pushed Siwon’s offending face away from his hair, and instead positioned himself so that his legs were on either side of Siwon’s lap. “Now that I know you can’t be turned… I think you’re still going to be my meal. Sorry.” The people in front and behind their seats were sleeping, so that was okay. The couple to the far right of them was a combination of scandalized and horrified… that was fine though, as long as they didn’t know what was really going on. From that angle, no one would be able to see Kyuhyun puncture Siwon’s neck.
Siwon let out a breathless chuckle, hands naturally going to Kyuhyun’s waist.
“Well, as long as I don’t go out of this empty-handed…”
“Shut up.” Kyuhyun murmured, and sunk his fangs into Siwon’s neck, the immediate rush of blood making his head light. The plane air filter droned in the distant background, as Siwon leaned deeply into the plane seat, sighing lightly and hands tightening around Kyuhyun’s waist as he bit down harshly.
“Ow. You are inexperienced at this.” Nonetheless, Siwon moaned as Kyuhyun’s hands pulled at his hair, exposing his neck even more.
Kyuhyun hadn’t had a meal in days, and Siwon certainly tasted better than most people—vampires… whatever. His blood didn’t taste diluted, unlike Kyuhyun’s last meal; the lady had smelled nice, but tasted much less appetizing. It was disappointing.
Siwon lived up to his smell. Kyuhyun licked the man’s neck, and his fangs were throbbing for more, eyes red and dark. Siwon smelled… of arousal.
“I may possibly wish to make love to you.” Siwon whispered into Kyuhyun’s ear, voice husky and lustful and full of other suspicious things that Kyuhyun didn’t want to think about.
Okay. That wasn’t disturbing at all.
“Who said sex was going to be involved.” Kyuhyun frowned, rubbing his jaw and trying to get his fangs back to normal. He swallowed the last traces of blood in his mouth, savoring the taste. In the background, the plane’s speakers informed everyone to buckle their seatbelts in preparation for landing.
Kyuhyun wanted to slam his face against something. “You don’t even know me.”
“I’ve been flirting with you for the last six hours. I do rather like you, Kyuhyun, so I want to get to know you.” Siwon was sincere—Kyuhyun could see it in the man’s eyes. “And I want you to feel welcome in our coven.”
“Don’t be angry?”
Kyuhyun finally sighed. “Don’t start.” He muttered as the plane landed.
Twenty minutes later, however, Siwon had Kyuhyun against a wall and moaning as Siwon drunk deeply from his neck. Unlike Kyuhyun, when Siwon took blood, he was much better making it pleasurable. He rolled his hips into Kyuhyuns, which was a low blow since he knew Kyuhyun was unable to reject him. Jackass.
“What are you doing, Siwon.”
Siwon ignored the voice, but Kyuhyun tried to push the man off him. Groaning in disappointment, Siwon left the beauty of Kyuhyun’s neck and turned around to stare that the person who so rudely interrupted them.
Kyuhyun was extremely embarrassed as he held his head in both hands, trying to ignore his throbbing pride as he looked up.
His whole body jerked as he saw who it was.
“Leeteuk-hyung?!” Kyuhyun’s voice raised an octave as he got a better look at Leeteuk’s glowering face, directed at Siwon. The man stopped mid rant and stared at Kyuhyun, as if seeing him for the first time.
“… Kyuhyun?” Leeteuk choked, and Siwon’s head turned slowly from one person to another.
“You two know each other?”
“Yes.” Leeteuk stared accusingly at Siwon. “How could you do this?”
“Kyuhyun is just a young boy! You shouldn’t be taking advantage of minors or randomly taking blood from strangers!”
Siwon had an incredulous look on his face. Those rules didn’t apply to vampires, and if they did, Leeteuk had certainly broken them more than once. Both of them glanced at Kyuhyun, who was curled on the floor and covering his face and muttering “oh my god” to himself.
“When did you grow morals?” Siwon asked. “And how do you two know each other again?”
“He’s only twenty three, Siwon.” Leeteuk emphasized, staring hard at him. Siwon raised an eyebrow in return.
“And? I’m twenty five, hyung.”
“I didn’t mean physically, you idiot. That’s his legitimate age.”
There was silence for an intense seven seconds, before Siwon’s jaw dropped open.
“He’s a baby.”
Kyuhyun snarled. “I’m not a baby.”
Leeteuk patted Kyuhyun’s head sympathetically, adding insult to the injury, before turning and glaring darkly at Siwon.
Someone was going to die today, Kyuhyun vowed.
A/N: SO. Bear with me, for I haven't edited it yet. I've also been scarily into EXO for the past week. I MUSN'T NEGLECT MY STUDIES. I failed a test that would decide my whole grade today and basically cried the whole day. And I studied! Anyway, ENJOY THE STORY DON'T LET MY ANGST BRING ANYONE DOWN.