bast~ (bastlee) wrote in gyeongsang, @ 2019-06-10 13:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | bastlee, urusai |
First Meeting
Who: Sebastian "Bast" Lee and Haruki Matsuo
Where: Gyeongsang and Haru’s bedroom after
When: April 11, 2020
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The days of promotions were long, but they were so worth it. To finally see his name in lights, to be in the spotlight and share his gifts with the world. Even as a shy human, that was all that Bast had ever wanted. Unfortunately, things didn't always go as planned for him. After the scandal with him and Suwon just about destroyed his career, one dumb decision would ruin his life forever... or would it?
Today's performance lasted all day and well into the evening, which wasn't the norm and only meant that Bast hadn't fed in quite sometime. It didn't matter too much as he'd long since learned how to control his cravings. Sure he could binge sometimes on some delicious O+, but he tried to be considerate of people even in blood dens, where they had security in case he just couldn't stop. It had happened a few times, but with practice, he learned restraint. A few days after he was kicked out of JYP Entertainment, Bast went to a club and drank until he couldn't see straight. The next thing he knew, he was dead. Or more accurately, undead.
Being a vampire wasn't the worst thing in the world, though of course that meant he couldn't walk out in the sunlight, at least not until he'd been made a daylight ring. The cravings at the beginning were impossible to ignore, and they drove him crazy until he fed like a mad man. All he wanted was blood, blood and more blood. And he was told that he was only slightly unnatural as a vampire. Not many vamps got turned on by blood the way Bast did. But with being a vampire came a helpful perk, the ability to put suggestions into people's minds, such as... giving him an idol contract as a soloist perhaps?
He sighed as soon as he was told that they'd gotten everything they needed from him for the evening. He sat for a moment, looking at his reflection in the mirror, his tongue peeking out to trail across the tips of his sharp teeth. He was suddenly so aware of his incredible hunger. Oh he was going to feast tonight. Finding his way through the crowd of staff and other workers, he went through a door that led to a more remote location, where he was free to be himself. Though still very much that shy boy from LA, Bast strolled through the venue in search of his next meal, not knowing what awaited him the moment he locked eyes with the hottest thing on two legs in the center of that room.
there was a tremendous thud that shook the floorboards and rattled the walls as the limp, lifeless body with glazed eyes finally crashed loudly back onto the bed. haru was still panting, sweat glistening on his brow - all while watching his victim slowly emerge from the trance he had put him into earlier that night. most of the time he enjoyed when his victims put up a fight, but something was off tonight. something wasn't fulfilling that itch he needed to scratch. "what the fuck? who the fuck are you?!" haru huffed loudly, rolling his eyes as the naked human finally came back to his senses. "you'd better get the fuck out of here before i--" haru snatched the nameless man's phone from the dresser, snapping it into two perfect halves with barely an inch of effort. "or what? you'll call the fucking cops on me?" the tall, dark, and classically handsome japanese man got himself fully dressed before something hit the back of his head.
haru looked to the floor to scoff at the shoe the man had thrown at him. did he really think he was going to achieve anything there? "hey, let's not get so hostile." he picked up the shoe and tossed it back at the man. waving a hand in front of his angry, yet still partially glassy eyes. "once i'm gone you won't remember a fucking thing about me. so you're welcome for the sex. i've had better, but i'm almost positive you haven't." the man shook his head in disbelief and confused as haru let himself out through the front door of the apartment. he still felt unsatisfied, restless, like he could drain the sexual life force from hundreds of hosts and never feel content. being an incubus was in his blood, and sometimes he hated himself for it.
modeling had come naturally since he was young. scouted one day out on the streets of tokyo, he was recruited into the fashion world and had never looked back even once. he had the power to seduce, to get whatever he wanted, and of course he used it to his advantage. but along with the fame came drama and after being fired from jyp for his... say, lack of better social skills, he now worked for nkh and was finally beginning to enjoy himself - and enjoy the talent in more ways than one. now haru's feet were moving instinctively in the direction of one of the few places where he didn't ever have to fake who he was. the club was jam-packed, as it always was - especially at this time of night. it was safe for all supers here. haru made his way inside, the loud music overtaking his senses, but a stiff drink and some mind numbing bass was just what the doctor ordered. his eyes were peeking over the rim of his glass of gin and tonic, scanning the crowd for anyone he deemed tantalizing. maybe someone tantalizing enough to fill this nagging ache that he couldn't shake or satisfy tonight.
his dark eyes met with another young man, painfully familiar, an idol perhaps? haru had a hard time keeping track of anything that didn't directly involve himself, so he lifted an eyebrow and nodded his head in the direction of the empty seat next to him. his expression still read as cold and calculating, but it was an invitation all the same.
Bast was a nerd. You could honestly dress him in silk, turn him into a vampire and force him to walk the path of the undead... but he was still very much a nerd. One of his first worries after discovering he was a vampire (aside from how he was going to keep himself from hurting his family) was whether his overbearing dorky nature would be heightened as a result of his transformation. Yes, he'd read a lot of books about vampires, and in fact, he was fascinated by them. So it was only all too convenient that he would end up turning into one. Still, there was that fear in that back of his mind always.
The club was a sanctuary, a place where people like him could hide away from the world at large and just be himself, but Bast never showed his true self to anyone. That wasn't a metaphor for his being a vampire either. He was reserved and kept to himself. Years of insecurities and self-doubt made him turn inward, forced him to wear masks, to pretend to be something he wasn't just to avoid getting hurt. It was no kind of life to live, but then again... he wasn't even really alive, was he? Anyway, he needed a drink.
Crowds weren't ever his thing, and while he lived and breathed on a stage, dancing and singing and performing his heart out for thousands of screaming fans all the time, being in the middle of a large crowd with loud music never sat well with him. Still, he tried to look as calm as possible as he slipped through the bodies crammed in all around him. You would think that some witch would make this space bigger to fit more people, but somehow, Bast assumed this is exactly how people wanted the place to be. Tight and cramped so you could press up against anyone and grope whomever you wanted without a care.
He had only just broken free of the crowd when he caught the other man's eye. Some part of him wanted to look back and question whether it really was him the man was signaling over but that wouldn't be cool of him at all. Instead, his lips molded themselves into what he seriously hoped was a sexy smirk and made his way over to him, rubbing the back of his neck so as to not seem terribly nervous. Quick. Think of something cool to say. "Hey.... I'm Bast. You like Pokemon?" That.... was definitely not it. Hurry, recover! Recover! "I mean, why else would a sexy guy you like wander into a place like this if not to.... catch them all?" Yeah, this was probably not gonna go well at all....
truthfully, haru hadn't been back in south korea very long. when he wasn't booked with photo shoots he typically wound up back at home in japan. the inheritance had come into his collection at a young age, but he hadn't been as frivolous about spending it as most teenagers would have. he had two sisters and a best friend to take care of. three people he had to protect from whatever nastiness the world had planned for them. the large mansion had became less of a home and more of a haven for the four of them. albeit, now it was a whole lot quieter since everyone had grown up and moved out and onward with their lives. haru didn't mind the solitude, if anything, he felt most at peace when he was alone. however tonight was a different matter. he was back in seoul, and he was just as lustful and deceptive as ever.
the problem with these pop-up sanctuary clubs, were that no one was ever really a hundred percent sure what type of super the other person of interest was. sure, there were tells, certain markings and signs, and others looked completely normal if they wanted to. to anyone on the outside, and probably inside of the club, haru was just another pretty face... and he wasn't sure how he felt about it. maybe the air of mystery was what called him there night after night, anyway. he didn't have big, giant horns or any other glaringly obvious trait that he was an incubus and he wanted to keep it that way. in the many years of knowing exactly what he was and how he was created, haru had never come to terms with accepting it. most mornings he would wake up in a cold sweat, hoping and praying it'd all just been a dream. of course, it never was.
the ice in his glass clinked around as he tossed the drink back faster than the younger man had even had a chance to introduce himself. wait, did that even count as in introduction? haru's dark eyes stared directly into the pupils across from him that were wildly dilating and constricting. if this wasn't blood lust, he didn't know what was. haru set his drink back down and folded his arms across his chest, baffled at the scene unfolding. "you can catch a lot of things in here, sweetheart. i'd wrap your dick up if i were you. but that's not what you're here for is it?" haru uncrossed his arms and gave him a knowing smirk. "i think you need to quench your thirst and try again." he eyed towards the bartender, smirking still as he began to walk away while swaying to the pumping bass. "and it's umbreon, by the way," haru whispered, lips pursed close to bast's ear. "think it has something to do with the red eyes..."
God, he was stupid. He was never any good at trying to be cool unless he was up on stage and his music was blaring in his ears. But Suwon would also tell him that he was just too much of a thinker. He didn't know how to let go of his insecurities until he just stopped thinking and started feeling the music. It wasn't something easy he could just snap his fingers and do. He had to be in the right mood. He had to prepare to go on stage and be that badass vampire he always knew he could be. But also.... he was this nerdy kid just trying to make it in the world.
And of course, those in the know and particularly those in this club could see him for what he was. A blood thirsty vampire. Had he been alive he would have blushed crimson at the other man's comments. He tended to embarrass himself on the regular, just with not knowing what exactly to say and when he hadn't had a shot of blood in a while, he was even more of a nervous wreck. Besides, this guy was way out of his league anyway. Where exactly did he think he was gonna get with him anyway? Maybe a good shag and some sweet-tasting blood. Bast wasn't naive enough to expect much more than that. He knew better by now.
Glancing at the bartender, he gave them a weary grin and whispered O-positive please? Because yes, he was embarrassed to need blood this badly that it dulled his senses and turned him into some kind of idiot scavenger. But even in such a state of utter thirst, Bast still couldn't help the way he held in his breath when the man moved to walk away, then whispered seductively in his ear. Something about it made him shudder, and his vampire instincts took over, taking in his scent as he passed him by. "Huh.... Umbreon is my favorite too. Though it's not really the eyes for me but the fact that it evolves at night..."
He turned his head and watched him go, chewing on his lip. "You smell good, you know. Your blood, I mean. Which means you must be really good at seducing people." He brushed back his hair with his fingers trying to get a better sense about the man and maybe making a few assumptions along the way. "But you want more. It's not enough, is it?" He figured this could either go one of two ways. The man could be entirely shallow and not react to Bast's words or... he could bite and see just how deep the rabbit hole goes. Picking up his drink off the bar, Bast whirled around on his dancer's feet and just slightly brushed past the dropdead gorgeous man he'd been talking to, winking at him as he passed. "Hope you have a good night, stranger."
haru hadn't always been as suave and cunning as his current form would have made you believe. he remembered far too well being a scrawny misfit, kicked out of school for fighting back when the bullies came for his small stature. thankfully, puberty had hit him like a fucking truck, and once he grew taller and his facial features became more defined and masculine, the bullying stopped and the flood of adoration from silly girls began. haru had known he was gay from a young age; when other boys were looking at porn and giggling about the women in it, haru found himself watching solely for the men involved. of course, coming out only meant the potential for more fucking bullying, so he strung along a series of hearteyed girlfriends that always ended with the girl in tears and haru completely unbothered - something his sisters would nag at him for constantly.
he had only fully come out of the closet after being recruited by jyp. being a gay incubus wasn't something that was very common, but in rare instances there were demons like haru who only had their cravings fulfilled by men. however, the craving still hadn't been quenched by the last man he'd just spent literally hours with, and the new blood with his strange, yet cute attempt at flirting and beautiful face was only making haru's insides start to feel like they were being clawed at by a tiger. he had been able to clock the fact that this young man was a vampire from a mile away. normally, he wouldn't have noticed the fact but the antsy way he had been behaving were exactly the things that haru worked so hard to conceal. he wanted to rip his own damn skin off right now just to be able to get the full release he needed, but years of practice hid it well.
haru's ears perked up at the compliment, just barely audible over the booming speakers. he lifted a brow and grinned sincerely, bright white teeth digging into his bottom lip. well, he was definitely right about wanting more. didn't everyone that came to these places secretly come to fill some type of void? ...some type of empty hole that didn't always have to do with sex - except for when it did? the comment and the cheek of the way this new man was toying with him only spurred haru on, reaching over to grab onto the younger man's wrist as hard as he could without breaking it. haru pulled him up close, hipbones to hipbones. his lips just a few centimeters from the vampire's and he tilted his head slowly, seductively. "hm, isn't that what we all want? ...more?" he licked his lips and loosened the vice-like grip on the vampire's wrist, instead lifting his finger to wipe at the blood residue along his bottom lip. "tell me then, are you feeling satisfied? because from where i'm standing you look like you're right on the fucking edge. like you're on the verge of going insane." haru inched his fingers from the man's lip down his chin, pulling his face even closer towards his own. "i can tell you are because i am, too." the look in haru's eyes could have turned medusa herself into stone and he only broke the gaze to grasp a hand around the man's waist to grind against him in time with the music. "by the way, stranger... i'm haru."
In much a similar way, Bast always knew he was gay, and maybe taking the offer to train with JYP and be locked in dorms with a bunch of other equally hot guys waiting for their debut probably wasn't the best idea in the world. It was how he found Suwon, how their little shared looks of interest and encounters in closets began. It was what angered some higher up exec in the company and made him out them. So to say that he was just a little reserved when it came to who he was and how he felt on the inside was an understatement. He was just a hairs breath away from being completely traumatized, and being a vampire with heightened senses and emotions didn't help matters much either.
For the most part, he tried to stay away from people unless he just really needed fresh blood. Places like these had blood on tap, which was fine for a little while, but there was nothing like the feeling of sinking his teeth into a warm, pulsating vein and slurping up some delicious blood. It was euphoric. Sexual in a way. And he'd stopped doing it for the sole reason that once he started to drink he couldn't ever stop. He could easily drain a person of blood and still not be satisfied. It was something he struggled with constantly, because the last thing he wanted was to hurt or kill someone by accident or turn them without their consent. He wasn't that much of a monster.
Bast's vampire senses picked up on the man’s intentions right away, and he could tell the man was going to reach out for his arm to pull him back long before he ever did it. Had Bast wanted to, he could have dodged it easily. If he'd wanted to. His reflexes were fast enough for that, but he let himself get pulled back to him. Some part of him unconsciously wanted him to pull him back, despite Bast being coy and hard to get. He wanted to hear that deep, sultry voice in his ear, wanted to be thoroughly and absolutely seduced by possibly the hottest guy he had ever met. Even though he was a vampire, Bast wasn't all that experienced in the more sexual ways that vampires tended to go about their business. They could utilize sex to their advantage, but Bast had never been very good at that. Or at least not when he was trying anyway.
He took in a breath when the man pulled him against him, actually enjoying the grip he had on him. "Hmm... maybe I am on the edge." The drink in his hand was fine for a regular occasion, but when posed with the prospect of fresh blood, the drink in comparison tasted stale and uninviting. He discarded it almost immediately as the man began his sexual advances on him, and Bast was so here for it. He kept his eyes on him as they moved together to the beat of the music, and Bast couldn't tell if he was being hypnotized by the man or if he was the one doing the hypnotizing. Either way, he draped his arms around his neck and grinded with him on the dance floor. "Haru," he said in a breathy whisper, testing out the name on his lips. "You're so hot... I mean, your blood. It's hot. It's... you know, cause... I'm just gonna not talk, okay?"
honestly, as much as haru didn't want to admit it to himself or anyone else, he would have loved to trade places with someone like bast. the vampire lifestyle seemed like a much more exciting, rich and intoxicating scene, and the urge to seduce and fuck every human being he saw simply to drain their energy for himself seemed to pale in comparison. however, he refused to feel sorry for himself. his ego wouldn't allow for him to feel anything less than godlike, whether he were an incubus or just a normal human being. the god complex hit him early on, not long after he was told he was handsome enough to start modeling. the more people told him how special and beautiful he was, the more it fed into his already overwhelming urge to seduce.
he could easily manipulate people's minds into believing he was the most handsome man on the planet, but without even trying haru still somehow gave off said aura. so this current dance of seduction and manipulation was almost purely without any use of his powers. he didn't need them, but he wasn't stupid, and he was still on the fence about whether or not this new vampire currently grinding against him was using some sort of seduction technique.. or was he really just a lot smoother than he appeared to be?
was the fumbling, stuttering, pokemon pick up line young man just an act? was it something he did to make himself seem innocent, less likely to will you back to his place so he could drain you of your blood and leave you for dead? trust was something haru definitely lacked, thanks to his parents and numerous other family members who only ever got into contact when they wanted money. he couldn't trust this young vampire. not just yet. "haru..." the way his own name sounded coming from those full, red stained lips sounded almost sexual, almost as through he was being hypnotized. fuck - maybe he was, after all. he couldn't stop himself from smirking at the rest of the rambling the younger man was doing, shaking his head slowly in disbelief. "tell me something," he got close enough to purr directly into the vampire's ear. "tell me. is this nervous shit all an act? or is this really how you are?"
haru held back on using his mental inducement to will an honest answer from the man, waiting to see if this was all an act or not. he would probably end up finding out at some point, but if the vampire was truly honest with him (and haru would know)... well, he wasn't sure how he'd feel. "and do you ever plan on telling me your name or should i just make something up? because if you choose for me to make it up, i promise you you won't fucking like it." he hissed as their bodies continued to grind and sway to the music and the hairs on the back of his neck were on edge from the vampire's hand. "and you can promise not to talk if you want, i'm thoroughly happy enough just dancing like this with my tongue down your throat."
Oh, this was very much him. The fumbling, stuttering, Pokemon pick up line dropping, it was all him. And maybe he tried to reign that part of himself in, but tonight found him low on blood and a little on the jittery side. So it was hard to keep up the sultry, stoic persona he could normally show particularly up on stage. In fact, he was pretty open about his "vampire" ways, using it as his theme for his music. Of course, none of the fans realized that it wasn't just an act at all, that he really was a vampire and that a lot of times, the blood trickling down the corner of his lips wasn't actually makeup... but real blood. Maybe another super would notice a detail like that, but everyone else just figured it was just super realistic.
And then there was the fact that he was being called over by this hot guy, which also like never happened. He knew that vampires gave off a scent that tended to draw others in, but with the crowd being what it was tonight, he couldn't tell if it was just that or if Haru really was into him from just one glance. His breath at his ear when he purred at him there sent shivers all along his spine, and it brought him closer to where a vein on his neck was throbbing deliciously. It made Bast gasp and hold him closer instinctively. "Trust me... if I could be anything but a dork right now, I would be. It's just... you smell so good, and I'm so thirsty...."
He shook his head though, trying to break himself out of his own self-induced trance. He glanced back at Haru, eyes heavy with desire that he was trying so hard to hold back, trying to be strong and brave and put up a weak smile anyway. The truth was he could suck him dry right here and now and no one would be the wiser, but Bast wouldn't let himself get that far. At least the question about his name distracted him a little. "Ah... must have not heard me earlier. It's Bast," he said, pressing his forehead to the side of Haru's head so he could speak into his ear. "Sort for Sebastian." His voice was breathy and needy, mostly from the desire to feed but also from the gyrating moves that had him totally turned on already.
He pulled back just slightly to look into his eyes again. Something about this man drew him in. Normally, he wouldn't be pressed up against someone like this so soon after meeting them, but with this Haru guy, it was totally different. His scent, his body language, his personality... everything about him was making him putty in his hands. Bast had been told over and over again to be aware of other supers who could seduce you and wanted to cause people harm, but apparently Bast never listened. Instead, he brought his hand over to tug at Haru's bottom lip with his thumb, and a wild urge came over him. Leaning in, he only just brushed his lips against Haru's, keeping his eyes on his as he whispered, "Do it."
haru was definitely doing as little as possible to try and woo bast into his little web. sometimes it was like a game; something to prove that he didn't need to use his powers to persuade someone into wanting to be with him, to dance with him, to get into bed with him. it made him feel even more powerful when he discovered someone took the bait without him even trying. although, he still wasn't completely sure that bast wasn't using any of his persuasions on himself in that moment. he might have been a powerful incubus, but sometimes vampire could be tricky little bastards... drop dead beautiful, but still tricky. the blatant admission of bast's desperate thirst for blood, truthfully, was starting to turn haru on. the way his voice almost cracked when bast spoke about the hot, sweet way that his blood smelled just caused him to become even more invested in what might happen tonight.
he could feel the way that bast's lips just barely brushed past his neck and the way his pants seemed to tighten up ever so slightly with the whiff he caught. haru heard the deep inhale exhale, and quickly wrapped both arms around bast's waist so they could sway and move to the music as close as humanly (or non-humanly) possible. haru shushed the younger man, shaking his head as he coyly smiled at him. "you were just overthinking it. that's the fucking problem these days. everyone overthinks everything and gets so scared and they never just say fuck it and do whatever it is that they want. but it's something that i do. i always have and i always will. why do you think i called you over, hm?" haru's hands slid further down so his palms were each full of bast's ass. haru squeezed tightly, biting his lip as he watched the younger man's eyes. "mmm, bast. i like that." haru nodded as he practically purred out the man's name. "so bast, what made you come to a place like this tonight? i know you're fucking thirsty as shit, but that blood wasn't even satisfying you. seemed pointless."
bast wasn't the only one becoming more turned on by the passionate way they were dancing so close to one another. especially now that his hands were grabbing on firmly to his tight ass. what happened next, haru wasn't expecting at all. his intuition was clearly off for the time being, as bast pulled on his lip and brought his own pair closer to haru's. "--don't say i didn't fucking warn you." he mumbled against bast's full lips as he pressed them firmly against his own, letting his tongue snake out to push past his lips and into the vampire's mouth. he couldn't help but moan quietly as he kissed him with a fire, passion, and intensity only an incubus would be able to muster. rolling his tongue around bast's. he noted the metallic taste of the blood he'd drank before, and quite honestly? he was enjoying it. haru pulled back just enough to bite down hard onto the vampire's bottom lip, curious to see what a vampire's blood would even taste like. he licked away the droplets of blood, noticing how much sweeter it was in comparison. "you want me?" haru groaned against bast's lips. "bite my lip, tell me how fucking, good i taste."
Trust that the last thing on Bast's mind was using his powers to woo Haru. Even if he would have wanted to, he was far too distracted by the moment to remember he was a vampire. Sure, he'd been a vampire for years and had used his powers in one way or another since, but he couldn't help the way he got lost in Haru's eyes to the point that everything around him faded away into nothing. And the only thing he could see was Haru in front of him. Not even his thirst for blood could distract him from this moment, though it was a dull, aching need brewing in his belly and it would not hold out for much longer if left unsatisfied.
Bast's breath caught in his throat when Haru held him closer, hanging on to his every word like a lifeline. Maybe he was being hypnotized by this man after all. Maybe he was a witch or some other kind of mindreader. Bast didn't know... and honestly? He didn't care either. Whatever this man was or wasn't doing to him, he never wanted it to stop. He'd never felt this good while losing control, and he wasn't sure why he liked it so much. For someone who preferred to hide in the shadows because it was safer there, he was sure taking a walk on the wild side tonight. He audibly gasped when Haru's hands slipped down to grab his ass, and his own fingers instinctively tightened in the man's hair. Had he never felt this turned on before in his entire life? Afterlife?
But then, he was actually asking him a question, and Bast had to try and break free of the daze to answer him. "Haven't fed all day," he replied, his lips drawn to his like a magnet but not quite touching just yet. "I just needed a hit. Anything to get me through the night. And then... I saw you. Or... you saw me. We saw each other. And my legs sort of walked over by themselves. And now we're dancing like this, as if the walls of this place were closing in on us and we need to be as close to each other as possible." Of course, he might have failed to mention his little bloodlust problem, that when he started to feed, he couldn't quite stop.
And really, he couldn't quite get much more out because Haru had planted one on him hard, had slipped his tongue into his mouth and practically down his throat, had Bast moaning and grinding up against him even more as they kissed. He'd never felt like this before, like kissing was more satisfying than blood, like being in this man's arms could cure him of vampirism and make the world a better place or something. Whatever any of that meant, Bast didn't know. All he knew was that he wanted to kiss Haru and never stop. "Mmm... fuck.... yes, I want you." His cock twitched in his pants when Haru bit his lip and tasted his blood, but Bast stopped himself just short from biting him back. "I.... ugh.... I can't.... shouldn't... God but I want to..."
at this point, haru couldn't have given a single fuck less whether he was being seduced by powers or simply by the young man himself. all he knew was that this felt so good and it was starting to amplify the ravenous craving he had had earlier when he walked into the club. it was back with a vengeance, and the harder he felt bast grind up against his cock, the more he wanted to rip his clothes off and fuck him right then and there. the way the young man moved just screamed that he was some sort of dancer. in fact, haru was almost positive that he had seen bast somewhere before. the name was definitely familiar, and most people can't just gyrate their hips like they're not connected to their body. he also wasn't sure whether or not bast recognized him from some pretty big magazine and billboard ads, but these questions could be saved for another time - if there was one.
at the beginning of the night, when haru had first met this beautiful young vampire who stumbled over his words and couldn't use a pick up line to save his life, he never imagined they still would have been here spending time together. but a part of him was glad they didn't go straight back to his apartment, even though every cell in his body was screaming for sex... well, he was a fucking incubus after all. they were teasing one another so mercilessly, like a game of cat and mouse only they were both winners in this game. haru's cock had stiffened enough to start rubbing against the inside of the young vampire's thigh, and he groaned loudly at the minuscule amount of relief it gave him. shit, it was better than nothing. haru could hardly keep his hands, mouth, and tongue away from bast long enough to breathe. he leaned into the side of bast's neck, sucking on the skin there until it turns a pretty shade of bluish-black. he ran his tongue over one more time before returning his attention to bast's last comment.
"how bad do you want me? do you want me to fuck you, or--" he leaned forward to bite at his bottom lip again. "do you just want to feed? or maybe it's both, hmm?" he tilted his head to the side as he pretended to ponder which of the choices bast might have wanted. he was really, really hoping for all of the above. he was clearly in a frenzy about the blood, just as much as haru was about the sex. "what if i say i wanted you to feed on me? maybe you do it while i'm fucking you?" haru ran his hand through bast's soft hair, tugging it gently. "and you won't have to worry about stopping, don't forget i can alter minds, too." haru licked his lips and watched bast's eyes dart around thinking of his answer. "people tell us we 'shouldn't do' things all the time. i say, fuck it. i want you just as bad as i know you want me... so?" haru leaned in so their lips were touching again and he murmured against bast's lips. "so bite me. bite my lip and suck. just get a fucking taste."
Somewhere in the back of Bast's mind that wasn't swimming in sexual delirium, he probably did recognize Haru. They worked for the same company even if it was in different areas, but Bast liked to keep to himself. His constant fear of hurting someone like his stylists or staff even kept him from many interactions and social events. Still, in the heat of this club and in the middle of this sexual dance, there was no way that any of that was at the forefront of his mind. All he wanted to do was drink and fuck and feel the unimaginable pleasure that he already knew Haru could give him. And his fear of draining him of his blood was quickly being replaced with lust.
If Haru was surprised to still be here like this with Bast, then Bast didn't know which saint in heaven to light a candle to for this. Sure, he could be sexy if he wanted to, when he let himself go and didn't think too much about it. Both Haru and Suwon had scolded him about that. But Bast just wasn't the type to go looking for this type of adventure. It just so happened to have found him. He let out a throaty moan when he felt Haru's hard, thick cock sticking into his thigh. His own cock was throbbing and desperate to be freed, but not here... not here Bast, not here.... Every kiss and touch and brush of his tongue was driving his senses wild. Would he even be able to hold out?
"Ngh.... I want.... I want you. More than anything. To fuck.... To drink.... I want it all." When Haru tipped his head to the side, Bast could see his exposed, throbbing vein again. It made his mouth water. Haru was teasing him and taking him to the brink, and soon, Bast was going to snap.... or perhaps he already had. Suddenly, his disposition changed. He didn't appear to be that drowsy, bloodlusting boy any more, but an eerie calm began to settle over him. "You're right," he said in a completely different tone of voice. "Fuck it." He gave him a short smirk, possibly putting the suggestion into his mind that he shouldn't move too much before giving him a peck on the lips and turning his head to the side slowly. Or well... it was slow to Bast but really, it was vampire time.
Once Haru's neck was deliciously exposed and ready for him there, he leaned in and sunk his teeth into his neck fast. The first taste of warm blood made him moan loudly as he slurped it up and drank and drank and drank. "Mmmm Haru... your blood is so..." He ran his tongue in circles around the bite mark like someone licking the bottom of their bowl before taking another plunge. His arms went around him, holding him there as he feasted, the taste of it going straight to his head. Oh this was paradise. This was everything he ever needed and wanted. This was... obsessive. "Mmm more... so good..." He brushed his lips over the bite, feeling the warmth of the vein still pulsing there for him, and the old Bast was officially gone, lost in a sea of red, only to be replaced by this bloodthirsty monster. "Mine. All mine."
as much as haru enjoyed being a social butterfly, spending more nights out rather than in, he also enjoyed being alone. he lived for the few precious moments where his mind was clear and wasn't flooded with thoughts of his next sexual conquests; an itch that he'd always be trying to scratch and yet somehow never relieve. his partying and recklessness had left him with a reputation that far preceded him, but he was far too used to it to care. he constantly blamed his inability to maintain a relationship on the fact that he was a fucking incubus and staying faithful to one person was near impossible unless they wanted to be drained of their energy twenty four hours a day, but a small part of him was too afraid to try. too afraid to let down his guard and make himself vulnerable. too afraid to feel powerless and pathetic. was he even capable of loving someone in that way? ...of loving someone more than he loved himself?
love couldn't have been further from his mind at the moment however, and almost as quickly as he had urged the young vampire to bite him - it was actually happening and his senses were in pure overdrive. his head was dizzy, not at all in an unpleasant way; he assumed this was how it felt when he was draining people of their powers during sex. it felt like all he could hear was the whooshing of his own blood pulsating in his ears and the tingle of teeth and lips firmly attached to his throat. haru dug his fingers into bast's waist as hard as he could, ready to either pull him in or push him away if it started to get out of hand. he knew once vampires got the taste for blood there was no turning back... they essentially became rabid. it would be a force of wills to get him to stop, one mind power over the other's and it definitely wouldn't be easy.
bast's groans of pleasure shook haru from his daze, quickly realizing that the longer he allowed him to feed, the harder it would be to get him to stop. the feeling of being overpowered was beginning to crush him and he used every single speck of energy left in his body to shove bast's body away from him. "enough. fuck, enough!" his booming voice could have sliced in the room in half, and he pressed his hand against his bloody neck while stumbling backwards, not realizing he had just shoved bast to the ground. there was a circle forming around them, eyes gawking from every which way. leave it to haru to make a fucking scene.
"what is it, assholes? is there a fucking problem?" haru hissed, glaring at the onlookers, willing them to go back to their regularly scheduled dry humping. he looked down at bast sprawled backwards on the floor and reached out a hand, helping him up off the floor. it wasn't as though he needed the help up, but something in the pit of his stomach made him feel the tiniest pang of guilt for being so abrupt. "i think you've had enough." he murmured, mind still slightly fogged and unsure of whether or not his mind control would even be effective on a worked up vampire. speaking of worked up, he was still just as aroused as he'd been before the altercation - maybe even more so now. he hadn't felt this conflicted in a while. something was drawing him to his boy, even in his current vampiric form. he turned on his heels and headed to the bathroom to splash some water on his face... whether or not he had company while doing so would be a toss up.
Not a single sound pierced Bast's ears as he drank Haru's blood. It wasn't the same as when he was human and he drank water or ate food. It didn't travel into his stomach and made him full that way. Instead, he felt it almost seep into his own veins, soaking them with delicious blood only for it to spread all throughout his undead body. It made him feel more human than anything, which was probably why vampires fed in the first place. They were dead. Undead. And having warm, human blood flowing in their veins again brought light back into their dark worlds. So when Bast spaced out and drank too much blood, it was because he wasn't in his right mind at all in that moment.
His fingers dipped into his hair, possibly covered in blood but still wanting to hold him there as he drank. His sighs and whimpers and noises of sheer delight were so unlike him, who tended to keep as quiet as possible, at least until he stepped up on a stage. But when the vampire fully took over his mind, he left all his inhibitions behind. Very little could actually stop him when he got going like this. And it could just as easily let him get carried away or even aggressive depending on the moment. It wasn't until Haru finally pushed him back with such a force that he landed on the ground did he manage to snap back into reality.
He gasped, looking all around him suddenly as if he was trying to figure out where he was. His lips felt sticky when he pursed them together, and when he went to brush at them with the back of his hand, it came away soaked in blood. And it dawned on him what had happened when he looked up to see Haru's neck drenched as well. "Oh no.... no no no no...." He was breathing hard, staring at Haru like he'd just seen a ghost, but really, he was seeing himself, feasting off this guy he'd only just met. And now Haru was yelling and people were staring, and every single one of Bast's insecurities began to flood back into him all at once. "Haru, I..." He could barely speak, could hardly look him in the eye when he drew closer to help him up. Bast didn't need help. No, it was Haru who needed help.
"I... I'm sorry, I...." He shook his head but suddenly he was back on his feet. He wanted to run from the shame, wanted to hide and never come back out. He never wanted to drink blood again, but he knew that wasn't possible. Eventually, he would run so low that that same monster than attacked Haru would attack more innocent people. He backed off just a little, but then Haru turned and headed for the bathroom. Bast shook his head, his fingers still dripping with Haru's blood, and in an instant he was at the door of the club, wanting to fulfill his burning need to run. But... something held him back just there and he couldn't quite say what exactly. He glanced back over at the bathroom before slowly making his way there, tears prickling at the back of his eyes. He'd done it again... He was so stupid. And why was he still here? Haru's blood... the taste... it still lingered in his mouth....
Pushing the door open he peeked inside. The shy, hesitant Bast was back now, and he was keeping his distance. "Are.... Are you okay?"
haru wasn't in any position to judge bast for doing what he did. haru did the same, worse even, to possibly multiple people every single night to satisfy his own selfish cravings. he could easily kill the people he slept with, getting far too carried away with them until they were lifeless shells of where a life used to be. it was terrible at first. haru could still remember the first time he lost control and actually killed someone, draining them of their energy, watching the light behind their eyes turn dull and fade away just so he could feel relief. he locked himself up in his bedroom for weeks, nails clawing at the walls to fight away the hedonistic cravings. it took him close enough to the brink of death to get him to finally go out an pursue another victim - vowing to never again let himself get so carried away.
the guilt made him bitterly cold at times, and creating bonds with new people wasn't an activity he tended to participate in. haru had a small group of people he considered to be his best friends, but it was an exclusive group with no more room for just anyone that came along. it was so much easier to just fuck and run. thankfully his modeling career kept him busy, kept his mind active and away from his next victim... victim. sometimes the word set his teeth on edge. sadly, there really was no better description for the people he slept with, conning them with his good looks and powerful mind tricks. he could make them believe he was the only man on earth; that they wanted him more than their own will to live. he didn't have room to get sentimental about things. this was just the way his world was - how it would always be.
the cold water splashing against his face brought him back to reality. he examined his neck in the mirror, fingertips running over the teeth marks before he pulled away and watched them slowly close back up. thankfully, he was able to heal quickly since he had already fed off of someone earlier that night. haru blankly stared at himself in the mirror and sighed, "jesus, what the fuck are you doing?" he murmured before the creak of the door opening sent his guard straight back up. once he realized bast had followed him something in his gut dropped. ...he stayed? after all of that? the kid definitely had balls. "yeah. never better." he turned to show bast his healed neck, smirking slightly at the awkward way he was standing in the doorway. there was something endearing about the wide-eyed way that bast was blinking at him, a look of genuine concern on his face. haru couldn't remember the last time someone asked him that question. he couldn't remember the last time someone cared enough to bother coming after him. what was this?
haru's blood was still sticky and messy across bast's lips and chin, and he instinctively grabbed a paper towel, running it under the water before approaching him. "uh, here. you have a little... something." he went to hand him the towel before deciding just to do it himself. haru knew just how guilty bast must have felt in that moment, he lived the same guilt every day. haru wiped at his chin gently, slowly swiping the coagulated blood from the corners of bast's mouth. "you don't have to apologize, you know. i was the one who told you to do it. and trust me, i know what it's like to get carried away." bast's face was clean, and haru balled the piece of wet paper up and tossed it into the trash.
there was still a strong sense of attraction between them, even after the chaos that had just ensued. haru still wanted more. if bast got to feed off of him, why not vice versa? "i wouldn't mind if you did it again... as long as you can learn to control when to stop." haru's fingers brushed against bast's bottom lip, and without any type of ulterior motive or mind tricks he looked into the vampire's eyes. "...was it good? how did i taste?" haru's deep voice rumbled as he toyed with bast's lip before leaning in to sink his own teeth into it, kissing him roughly. he pulled back just far enough to rest his lips against the other man's. "do you want more? it's only fair that -- i mean," his lips curled into a devious smile. "you fed from me, maybe you can extend to me the same kind of courtesy, hm?"
Up until this point, Bast hadn't quite figured out what Haru was. He knew he was a super, knew he had sex appeal and wasn't a vampire. He could have been a siren or an incubus. Or perhaps something Bast hadn't yet thought of. But even so, he could have seriously hurt Haru. Depending on his powers, he might have not necessarily killed him but that wasn't the point. They were both teasing each other, fooling around, and it felt so good. And then Bast had to go all bloodthirsty on them. It was embarrassing to not be able to control himself like that, especially with someone as clearly cool at Haru was. But just as Haru was still intrigued by Bast, he too was surprised by Haru.
"I didn't... I didn't have to hold on for that long," Bast stammered, not wanting to move as Haru drew closer to... was he cleaning him up from the mess that Bast had made? The move struck a chord with him somewhere deep in Bast's core. It almost made him emotional. Just the fact that Haru was still willing to talk to him was enough, but here he was, being even delicate with him. Bast didn't know what to do. He kept his eyes on him though, following around his every movement, trying to figure him out. And not in the supernatural sense. Just... to get a glimpse into what made this extraordinary man tick.
Of course, he got a different answer than what he was searching for when he watched Haru's wound close up easily, when the thought of how good his blood tasted came into his mind, when he said about feeding from Bast too. "Incubus," Bast whispered without meaning to, but Haru's eyes were hypnotizing. His fingers brushing against his lips made his dick twitch in his pants, and he couldn't even tell you why that simple touch was enough to set him off. "I.... I want to control it," he said and then nodded. "It was so good. You taste like... home." Had he not been terribly undead, he would have blushed then at his silly answer. But he was just being honest. "Comforting, I mean. Good--"
But his words were cut off when Haru kissed him like that, drawing a whimper from Bast's lips. His arms instinctively went around his neck, as if they were made to fit perfectly there. That kiss still stung, remained on his lips like an afterthought, and Bast only knew that he wanted so much more of that. "Yes," he replied quietly but with conviction. He knew vaguely what an incubus was, the dangers of being with one... but Haru had seen firsthand what Bast could do, and he was still here, pressed up against him like it was the last fucking day on earth. "Do it," he said, echoing Haru's words from earlier before taking his lips for another desperate kiss. He didn't know if this was a good idea or not, but frankly, he didn't really care.
haru didn't exactly make a habit of hooking up with other supers, but when he did it always felt more like a challenge than anything else. being able to tap into his powers, to be able to unravel even the strongest super felt almost intoxicating. however, when it didn't work and his powers backfired on him, he would end up alone at home with a fractured face and an even more substantially fractured ego. being told no, being rejected in any way, shape or form, was something haru didn't cope well with. his bruised ego would riot, and he would spend days, sometimes weeks on the hunt for easy victims to fall prey to his advances. he would do anything to keep from the rust that could potentially gather and tarnish his playboy persona. haru's nostrils flared in amusement as bast whispered about him being an incubus. "mm. took you long enough to figure it out. usually it's pretty obvious, vampire." he teased, hands slipping easily around the young man's waist.
bast's words about him feeling like home and comfort rattled around inside his head, and for a moment he felt like disappearing from the club and never coming back. there was a strange familiarity in bast's tone that made haru so confused. not even his closest friends would say something like that to him, and yet, here was this young vampire he'd only just met, pouring out his emotions without an inch of regret and haru hadn't even used his powers to coax it out of him. the kiss might have shut bast up for the time being, but haru's mind was still racing with ways of how to best escape from the situation. did he even need to escape... or was this just the blood lust talking? when their lips tore apart, haru sighed and tightened his grip around the man's waist.
"well, as much as i want to test this theory of self control, i don't conduct my business in public." his long eyelashes fluttered as he spoke, eyes unwavering once they met with bast's. he used his grip to slam the man's back against the wall, knocking the wind out of them both before haru's lips dipped down to run along his collarbone.
"you want to come back to my place." was more of a statement than a question or an offer, and his sudden dominance over bast made haru feel more comfortable about the earlier softness between them. "...or do you really want me to fuck you in a dingy place like this?" his breathing was shallow and bast's skin was warmer against his lips than he'd ever imagined a vampire's could be. haru's grip only loosened so his hand could slide down to run his palm over the bulge pressing tight against bast's pants. he held him there for a moment, teasing him over his pants while he waited for an answer. truthfully, it wouldn't be his first time fucking in a public restroom if that's the way the night ended up, but it really went against everything haru stood for. it was dark and damp and didn't hold a candle to the feeling of being in his own bed, in his own home. "i didn't take you for a desperate slut, but i mean, if that's what you're into - i don't judge."
Bast was certainly not the type to be hooking up with anyone, as he tended to stay away from most people anyway, but there was definitely something about Haru that was different. Whether it was his powers as an incubus that had drawn Bast in or not, he didn't know. Maybe, if he had more of a sense of self-preservation, he would have been more worried about that fact, but the truth was that he had hurt people before. He hated it and they had all been by accident, but the fact still remained that he was dangerous. And if this was the way the universe was going to make him pay it back for his previous misdeeds, then so be it. "Well, I am a slow learner," he replied back, sucking in a breath as Haru's hands moved all over him.
He couldn't say where the words had come from, but if he had to guess he would say that Haru used his powers on him to reveal some inner truth that he would have never said out loud otherwise. Yeah, that was the excuse he was going for, because right now he felt totally out of control in the best way possible. For someone who feared losing it all the time, he sure was letting Haru set the pace and take the lead. What was it about Haru that struck him so? It had to have been his powers. Nothing else could really make sense. Nothing else would make Bast speak those words so freely. Or was there?
"Ngh." Bast also wasn't used to being slammed back against a wall, but for whatever the reason, he enjoyed it when Haru did it. Being a supernatural meant he had a higher pain tolerance than ordinary humans, and he could recover quickly from injury unless it was a mortal injury... which he didn't want to think about that the moment. But the way Haru shoved him now (and earlier on the dance floor) really did things to him. "You must love pushing me around, huh?" he smirked as he said this, dipping his head back to give Haru more skin to run those delicate lips of his all over.
And then came the question. No. It wasn't a question but something that Bast felt like he couldn't actually say no to. Especially not when he was touching him like... "Ughh.... yes. I've never..." Mind your words this time, Bast. "Fucked in a dingy bathroom but I probably shouldn't start the habit now anyway." He nudged Haru's head up to find his lips again for an explosive kiss, moaning into his mouth and giving himself completely over him. But then the desperate slut comment actually made him laugh, brushing Haru's hair back as he kissed him again. "You say the funniest things, you know?" And now it was Bast's turn to reach down and brush the back of his hand against the bulge in Haru's pants. "You sure you're gonna make it to your place though? Cause if you wanna be the desperate slut in this situation, I won't judge either."