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“Fuck, you’re delicious, baby”

The man moaned, having had Chan pinned against the wall of the club, a gay club, while they made out sloppily. The smell was intoxicating, killing every cell of the mind. It stank badly. 

The man had his hands caressing the sides of Chan’s body, while Chan himself had his arms wrapped around the man's neck, pulling him close, attacking his lips till they bruised, waiting patiently for the right moment to have his fill.

Thankfully, they were making out in an abandoned part of the club, the area beside the bathrooms where people tend to avoid. Of course, it was all part of Chans plan. Seduce a man, have his fun with him away from people's eyes, and drink him dry. The norm, his life.

Chan, wearing his lacy black shirt with flower patterns along the sleeves to end at his shoulder, only to turn into an almost transparent shirt, tight around the torso. His pants held nothing for the imagination as well. Leather pants, hugging his thighs like a vice, showing off every detail of his lower body, and making his excitement as clear as day.

The man -Viktor, if Chan was able to recall correctly- looked just as desirable. He had a deep red button-up shirt, sleeves rolled up to show his veiny arms, top buttons undone to show off his collarbone, a cross necklace to decorate the skin, and a veiny neck that had Chan drooling over, fighting the urge to bite him right then and there. Vitkor had piercings all over him, his ears were fully pierced- so were Chans, littering his ears as well- his eyebrow had a piercing, and even his tongue, which Chan felt the pearl clearly as they kissed.

The left side of Viktor’s neck was covered in tattoos, and one of them stood out, a snake tattoo traveling from his left shoulder to the head, and ending just beneath his left ear, where a cross piercing hung from. Although it wasn't Chan's usual preference, the man was way too hot for him not to overlook the upcoming taste of ink. 

When Chan felt Viktors hand slipping past his shirt, he halted, pushing Viktor back a step, just to direct his attention on Chan instead of the frenzy he was clearly in.

“Your place?” Chan said, attempting to sound out of breath, and by the drunk state of the man, it clearly showed that he couldn't tell what was fake and what was not. The man smirked, pulling Chan closer to him, his mouth traveled towards Chan's ear. “Such a desperate little thing, aren’t you?”

Viktor teased, making Chan cringe slightly at the choice of words. Knowing that Viktor couldn’t see his expressions at the moment, he rolled his eyes and faked a moan, nuzzling against the guy’s body, seducing him even more. “Want it,” Chan pretended to pant, making Viktor smirk even wider.

With no more words to exchange, Viktor grabbed Chan's hand and pulled him through the heavy crowd of dancing drunkards, using the back door to the parking lot. The wait burned Chan; he was really excited. Firstly, because he has finally allowed himself some much-needed pleasure since his last breakup with his ex. And second, blood. Human blood. This, his once-in-a-week hunt, was today. No more sheep blood to survive against his murderous instincts, no more glaring at his coworkers when they cut themselves while butchering the animals, making the smell of their blood cloud his senses. 

Working as a butcher in a frozen meat factory had its perks. Firstly, he gets to drink the animals' blood secretly without anyone questioning where the blood was dumped, and second, he gets to lower the number of murders he commits. Despite finding such a perfect job for his ugly nature, he still got these voices in his head that nagged him to drain the first human his eyes landed on. 

The only solution he found was his weekly killings. This was the only thing keeping these nagging voices bearable, allowing him to keep his last bit of control. Plus, that way, the police would have fewer leads on him after each kill, since he cuts the bodies up and dumps the limbs in different locations to seal the crime.

Snapped out of his thoughts from a kiss on the cheek from Viktor that he totally didn’t forget about, he looked up, blinking at him in question. Viktor simply laughed, gesturing for the taxi he had ordered while Chan was zoning out. Chan gave the man an embarrassed smile, letting him guide Chan into the backseat, hand in hand still.

Viktor didn’t live far from the club, which was expected given how he was clearly looking for a hookup, hitting on Chan and giving him the bedroom eyes, too darn obvious. The man paid, and they both got out, heading into the apartment building and into the man's place.

The door didn’t even close properly before they were pouncing on each other again. Their lips connected in a hurry, their clothes were shed along the way to the bedroom, giving each other no space to breathe. Viktor couldn’t wait any longer, picking Chan up by the back of his knees and lifting him up, startling the vampire enough to make him break the kiss to find balance.

“You just have to with the stunts,” Chan rolled his eyes, making Viktor grin as he dropped him onto the bed, not taking long to follow him down and pinning him against the mattress. “Something tells me you’re into it” The man replied.

Chans shirt was completely off by the time they reached the bedroom, thrown somewhere in the hallways. Viktor had his shirt fully unbuttoned, left open to show his muscles, his toned abs on full view, his belt tossed somewhere as well.

Dipping his head down, Viktor began to kiss a trail from Chans throat to his collarbone, making the vampire shudder and let his head fall back. 

Viktor kept going lower and lower with his lips until he reached Chans crotch, his mouth hovering over the bulge hidden behind the leather pants, so close that Chan could feel the warmth his body was emitting. Chan bit his lips, glancing down at the man, his eyes pleading for the man to see, to let him know how badly he craved it.

The action seemed to feed the ego of Viktor even more, his hands traveling down Chans body to stop at his knees, spreading his legs forcefully despite Chan's willingness to do so with a simple request. Not giving him another moment to think, Viktor bit on the fabric attached to the button of Chans pants, tugging at it with his teeth. The button popped right from its bounds, revealing the zipper hidden behind it, which the man also bit on and pulled down with his teeth, freeing the bulge.

What made Viktor freeze was one thing, and one thing only. Chan wore nothing else underneath those tight pants.

Viktor risked a glance at Chan, and their eyes met. He noticed the way Chan’s hair was disheveled, and his face was red. His bottom lip sat between sets of teeth. “You naughty, naughty boy,” Viktor let out a dry chuckle, gulping down the strain in his voice, feeling so out of breath already, and this just caught him off guard. Enough to heighten his desire.

Chan didn’t respond to the accusation, having known that he’d lose his mind if his partner decided to tease him, so he got rid of one of the layers. 

“Fine then, keep your silence, let’s see how long that lasts.” Viktor said, confident in himself as he used his hands to pull Chans pants down with the help of Chan lifting his hips for him. Soon enough, Chan was completely naked on the bed, his cock standing out of its confines, the tip angry as it leaked precome.

Keeping their eyes connected, Viktor slowly lowered his mouth, his breath hitting the head of Chan’s cock, forcing a stifled whimper to escape past the vampire. “Beg.” The man said in a husky voice, demanding Chan’s cooperation. 

If not for the fact that he was completely turned on right now, he’d have the guy's neck twisted for daring to bark a command at him.

He huffed as he sat up on his elbows, glaring down at Viktor, letting his lip slip from his teeth to talk. “...please,” Chan muttered, eyes avoiding the man’s grey ones. Viktor snorted, blowing hot air against Chan’s tip, making him shudder loudly.

“You call that begging?” Viktor scoffed, teasing Chan further by traveling down to where his shaft met his balls, licking experimentally at the base of the skin, making Chan buck his hips forward and arch his back, a moan audible in the act. “Beg.” Viktor demanded once more, firmer this time.

Letting the pleasure cloud his judgement, Chan gulped down the strain, looking at the man with eyes filled with lust. “Please… please, I need it so bad.” Chan panted. “ Want you… ” His voice cracked.

Slightly pleased by the improvement, Viktor licked up a long strip all the way to the head of Chans cock, his tongue flat as he glided on the skin.

Chan threw his head back, his mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure, his legs trembling. “Please!” Chan begged properly now that he had a taste of what the man could do. The despair in Chans voice didn’t go unnoticed by Viktor, another chuckle leaving him as he repeated his action.

Finally, after teasing Chan enough, Viktor moved back up to the head and took it in his mouth, sucking at it before going down some more, taking half of the length in his mouth. Chan moaned loudly, one of his hands shot down to hold onto Viktors hair, feeling the need to ground himself.

The feeling of Viktor's tongue piercing didn’t go unnoticed, digging into the sensitive length of Chan, eliciting a loud moan, making the grip Chan had on Viktors hair tighten.

“Fuck!!” Chan screamed, the sensation overwhelming him while Viktor continued to bob his head, licking stripes and making sure the pearl of the piercing hit the skin underneath his cockhead. To this point, Chan was writhing on the bed, and they’ve yet to begin.

Seeing Chan a panting mess turned Viktor on greatly. It told him all he needed on Chans feedback, making him pull back and chuckle, shifting up to be face to face with the man beneath him, his cross necklace dangling down from his neck by the pull of gravity. “You make such interesting facial expressions,” Viktor commented, making Chan blush widely, hitting Viktors shoulder lightly.

Slowly, Viktor brought his hand up to rest on Chans bare chest, caressing its way down to Chans stomach, his fingers light against the skin, teasing even, playing around with Chans sensitivty. “Gonna fuck you full,” Viktor said huskily, pressing down lightly on Chans abdomen, making a jolt of pleasure course through his body at the not so hidden promise behind Viktors words.

Although he was excited, he couldn't help but feel a pang of something akin to… fear. 

There was a reason why he didn’t allow himself to get laid after breaking up with his ex years ago, and more than ninety percent of the reasons had the word trust in them. He was scared that what happened to him with his ex would happen again, terrified to come across the same emotions once more….

He immediately snapped himself back to reality, looking into Viktors eyes. He wanted this badly, but he needed to feel safe while doing it. His vulnerability isn't allowed to show today.

Deciding to take matters into his own hands, Chan used his strength and flipped them around, going to straddle Viktors lap, his hands resting on the mans abdomen, feeling up his muscles shamelessly.

“You've shown off your skills, my turn,” Chan said with confidence, hiding his fear under a facade. 

He took his time with it, starting off by grinding against Viktors crotch, eliciting some delicious moans from the man below. When Viktors hands went to rest on Chans hips, he flinched, and Viktor noticed. “What’s wrong baby?” Viktor asked, sitting up to kiss Chans cheek, down to his neck, his lips soft.

Chan shook his head, dismissing the thought. No matter how many times he tried to forget, the past keeps coming back to haunt him, to remind him of the pain he went through, the betrayal of the person he once thought of as his lover. 

“I’m alright,” Chan reassured. His own hands went to rest on top of Viktors, grounding his mind to the present. Putting the past behind for now, he focused on Viktor, who was still leaving soft kisses on Chans neck. Chan chuckled, redirecting Viktor back on him, their lips finding each other, pulling them into a dance, one that almost felt familiar in a way. Almost.

The tension eventually eased from Chans shoulders, slumping them as he made out with Viktor, tasting him on his tongue.

“Gotta see what’s hidden under” Chan said between kisses, his hand traveling down to undo Viktors zipper, the sound echoing between panted breaths, followed by shuffling as Viktor raised his hips to allow Chan to lower his pants, his bulge barely hidden in his briefs, a wet spot staining the fabric where his cock was restrained. Chan palmed the hardness through the fabric, his touch a rough teasing, enough to make Viktor groan loudly in the kiss, biting Chans lips hard.

Viktor was the first to pull away, his breath hitching with each deliberate touch Chan inflicted, feeling every nerve in his body about to burst from impatience, his eyes hooded in despair.

“Take all the time in the world” Viktor stuttered sarcastically, maintaining eye contact despite Chan clearly avoiding it, barely noticing the way Chan bit back a smirk from how subtle it seemed.

Deciding to show mercy on the man beneath him, Chan finally slid down his briefs, freeing his aching cock to bounce against his stomach, dripping with pre-cum that slid down the shaft. Chan couldn’t help but bite his lips at the sight, his thumb slowly gathering the pre-cum at the slit before dragging it under, following the trail it made.

The action caused Viktor to tighten his grip on Chan to the point of bruising, gasping loudly as if he kept running out of air, desperate to breathe. Soon enough, Chan had his entire hand around the shaft, keeping his slow rhythm as he stroked it up and down, adding the slightest bit of pressure whenever he neared a vein.

Feeling the nagging urge to come, Viktor was about to rush Chan to stop with his teasing, to please do something about his increasing desire for release, yet he was cut off by a low whimper coming out of the back of his throat when the pressure was gone altogether.

“Please tell me you got lube somewhere” Chan said after he removed his hand from Viktors dick, silently relishing in the reaction he got. He stood up when Viktor weakly pointed at one of the bottom drawers of his nightstand, making his way over as he opened it, pleased to find everything he’d need. From lube to condoms, to even vibrators, but he only took the red bottle from it, kicking the drawers shut before climbing back to his spot, popping open the flavored liquid to pour a proper amount onto his fingers, spreading his legs apart further as he reached from behind.

It hasn’t been that long since he last fingered himself open, but with an audience around? Definitely quite the time. He focused on keeping himself relaxed, ignoring the bedroom eyes Viktor kept shooting him while he worked himself open, pushing little by little at his own pace.

Chan was glad Viktor at least had the decency to wait, one hand on Chan to help him stay steady while his lips worked around his neck, adding yet more marks to his already bruised skin.

Chan fucked himself slowly, taking shallow breaths every now and then as he took more fingers inside, reaching to a third before pulling them out, wiping the remnants on Viktors own hardness, startling the man. 

“You sure that’s gonna be enough?“ Viktor asked, worried that Chan hadn’t prepared himself enough. While Chan thought the gesture was sweet, he shook his head, shifting again to align Viktors dick with his ass, the head nudging the rim a few times.

“I like some of the burn” Chan muttered, slowly sinking down on Viktor, panting softly when the head managed to go through the resistance at first, nestling gently inside his walls. His nails dug into the mans skin, keeping fresh marks of half moons behind while he sank down fully, sitting on Viktors hip, fitting his entire dick inside.

He couldn’t lie when he said it stung, but it wasn’t bad enough to hurt him, just to maybe make him sore for a couple of hours after. Anything to numb his restless body.

Despite not adjusting quite well just yet, Chan found himself raising his hips and slamming them back down, letting out sweet sounds of pleasure with every thrust, the grip Viktor kept around his waist grounding. Their breaths came out with effort, as if they were both suffocating in the presence of each other, dependent in a way that made a lifeline seem the thing to be holding them together during this moment.

“Tight-” Viktor panted, his hands a way to steady Chans hips as he moved, sliding halfway out before enveloping him inside his walls once again, repeating the action till he felt feverish with every thrust.

Chan worked with vigor, his hips pistoning up and down while his hole clenched against Viktors dick like he was trying to milk him, urging him to hit as deep as he could, satiating his growing hunger of pleasure, of satisfaction.

He rolled his hips with ease soon after, almost like some kind of muscle memory kicked in, taking over in the way he fell into a rhythm. His own dick leaked pre-cum, bobbing with every bounce to slap against his stomach, making a mess of himself as it stuck to his skin.

“Deeper” He moaned, soft whimpers and whines falling from his lips as Viktor began taking control, moving Chan as he pleased, shifting angles to hit on a deeper level, all while focusing his thrusts to find that one bundle of nerves he knew that would send Chan a couple of steps closer to the edge.

All it took was one properly aimed thrust before Chan was clenching down hard, his head thrown back in ecstasy, signalling that Viktor had found his jackpot of pleasure, keeping his thrusts in the angle as his dick began nudging his prostate with practical ease now, downing on him what he had been missing from the very beginning. 

Chan was a panting mess, his hair damp with sweat as it stuck to his forehead, his lips bitten raw from his merciless teeth, his dangling earrings bouncing the same way his hips were. “Vik-” a loud moan erupted from him when Viktor rammed inside him in a way that hit his prostate spot on, making Chans vision go white for a moment or two.

“There-Ah!” He strained to talk, moans getting punched from his throat with every harsher pound, throwing his balance off more than a few times.

“You make the sweetest of sounds, darling” Viktor managed to get out, his voice just as strained from the focus he poured into each buck of his hips, making it his responsibility that Chan felt just as much pleasure as he did, plus, every time he pounded against Chans sweet spot, he just got tighter and tighter, sending victor closer to the edge, on the verge to spill inside Chans unforgiving hole.

Feeling his body going limp from pleasure his brain struggled to process, Chan felt himself falling backwards, only for calloused hands to shift their hold to his wrist, keeping him up while he got pounded into, his eyes rolling to the back of his head while soft tears rolled down his face.

Viktor, being the sweetheart he was, pulled Chan even closer to kiss the trail the tears left behind, whispering sweet nothings into his ear as praise fell from his mouth with ease, enough to reassure Chans numb mind into submission.

Just as he felt himself nearing the edge, he managed to gather all of his willpower to pull himself up. Tugging against Viktors hold to signal him to let go, Chan wrapped his arms around Viktors neck, burying his face in the crook there as Viktors hand went down to start pumping Chan the same way he thrusted in him, encouraging the muffled moans Chan kept letting out to continue spilling.

As soon as he felt Viktor coming inside, his dick twitching against his wall, his fangs made their way down, not wasting any time as he bit down hard enough to break skin, all while Viktor began to spill his load inside.

It was overwhelming. He could taste just how intense Viktors emotions were. First came the sweet taste of pleasure, followed by a hint of fear seeping into his bones as Chan sucked him dry, and a little something that tasted akin to growing feeling of a crush that Chan decided to completely ignore, feeding himself until he felt Viktors hand falling off his cock, going completely still in Chans hand, his flesh going pale, as if there was no more blood pumping in his veins, all gone to the pit of Chans stomach.

He made sure not to leave a single drop of blood behind before pulling away, his eyes glowing a deep shade of red while his teeth were stained the same color. Chans skin seemed a lot less pale than before, feeling the strong blood pumping through him instead.

Still high on the feeding, Chan let go of Viktors corpse, watching it fall down onto the bed as he brought his hand down to his own aching cock, stroking himself a couple more times before spilling all over Viktors cooling body, sighing in relief.

“Aren’t you a delicious one” Chan said with a cruel smile on his face, discarding the dead body completely while he got off him, cum streaking down his thighs to create a sticky mess. Chan didn’t think much of it, simply walking around to room to collect his stuff from the floor, checking twice to make sure he didn’t leave anything behind, as well as cleaning up the mess he made of Viktor before making his way to the bathroom.

“I’m gonna use your shower, hope you don’t mind” He addressed the dead man, not feeling a single ounce of remorse as he helped himself in there. He cleaned his body up from sweat and cum, scooping out the load Viktor shot into him. 

It didn’t take long before Chan was emerging from the bathroom, now fully clothed and freshly showered, his curls returning despite straightening his hair before going out.

He didn’t immediately leave, standing for a couple of moments beside the corpse to observe it under the faint light of the lamp beside him, his face unreadable.

“.... A pity you had to die like this” He muttered to no one in particular. But he did lean down to leave a soft kiss on Viktors head, a last goodbye before leaving.

Chan made his way home quietly, avoiding any signs that he was ever there, walking in the shadow of the night, one he had found home in for a long time.

Chan was a vampire. The creature that fed on blood to stay alive. While his appearance resembled a young adult, he was the age of 156 year old, having lived over a century to witness every possible crime the humans had managed to commit. Unlike those fairytales kids were told about, or made in the movies, Vampires were mortals . They live and they die, just in a longer life span of what could be estimated around four hundred to five hundred years.

The thing is, Chan can feel what the person was feeling when he drank their blood, as long as they were alive. He could tell exactly how someone was experiencing in terms of emotions from a single drop of the red liquid falling into his mouth.

He soon made his way home, wasting no time to shed his clothes and throw himself on his bed, satisfied to have his meal finally be the blood of a human who’s Alive . Warm flesh to keep his hunger at bay.

He almost began to wonder if he ever regretted murdering such innocent people just to prevent himself from dying, but yet again, not a single human on this earth hasn’t sinned. In one way or another, everyone was a sinner, and Chan was no exception.

His thoughts didn’t dwell on any further, as his bed was all he needed before he found himself falling into a deep slumber, one filled with dreamless nights that he was grateful for.

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When Chan came to, it was already the following night. The sun had long since dipped, on its way to brighten other countries while also giving way for the moon to rise.

His alarm blared, echoing throughout his room, the buzzing making Chan groan as he reached to turn it off. He was sleeping on his stomach, unmoving from when he came home and collapsed onto his bed.

He blinked his eyes open, taking a deep breath, feeling warm against the sheets. He liked waking up like this, after a feed not too long ago, it made him feel alive, gave his body more energy to work with.

Like a cat, he first sat back onto his knees, his back arching down as he stretched, his joints popping like ones of an old man, the tips of his fingers reaching the headboard the more he stretched. And with a long, pleased hum, he finally got up, his bare feet against the hardwood of his floor, not bothering to put anything around to protect him from the sting of the cold travelling up his feet, dimming some of the warmth he managed to gather.

His apartment went back to its stillness, letting only the soft thumps of his steps against the wooden floor be heard, filling whatever was there of the quietness. 

Getting ready for work, Chan took a quick shower, mostly with the excuse to tame his curls, using whatever products the centuries had developed, keeping them healthy enough to obey his styling, no matter how many times he burned them from the straightener.

He didn't need to do half of the things he did. But he still never skipped on them, just for convenience. Just like now as he was brushing his teeth, even tho he didn't need to. His breath never stank in the morning, his teeth never rotted, never had cavities before, but he still decided to brush them.

Just for convenience.

Next step was dressing up. Chan just grabbed anything in his closet, taking out a black hoodie with white letters adorning the sleeves, a style he often liked to wear. His pants were no different, simple jeans, subtle tearings on his upper thighs, but nothing showed, a white cloth hiding his skin under said tears. Decoration purposes.

It didn't take long before Chan was gathering his necessities. Wallet, phone, keys, and making his way out of the apartment. Same routine, just like any other day, any other night shift he worked.

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When he made his way into the factory, some of his coworkers were already there. Chan rarely ever socialized with any of them, preferring to just get his job done and head back home to wallow in his alone time.

A simple nod sufficed as greeting, making his way into the lockers to change, wearing his hair cap, washing his hands before wearing the gloves, ending it with a thing sheet of plastic apron to keep some of his uniform clean, easier to have the stains removed when there isn't much to remove.

He worked diligently, focused on each animal he cut through with his blade, tearing up each piece of flesh into small chunks, easier to work with later, to clean and freeze, collecting the spilled blood carefully to snatch later, securing it safely in the fridge for the meantime.

He liked his work. He liked butchering the animals. It made the monstrous part of him shut the fuck up, giving him some peace without having to hear yells constantly telling him to pounce on one of his coworkers and tear them up with his bare hands.

Another part was the blood. Aside from getting to steal it to satiate some of his hunger, the smell had him in a haze, a trance in his mind like no other, where he could fantasize all the ways he'd love to turn the whole town into a massacre.

He worked till the others started leaving to eat, grumbling about how the stench of blood was bothersome no matter how long they dealt with it.

As much as Chan would love to skip out on the lunch break he was given, he didn't need any more suspicions raised towards him, especially since his coworkers kept calling him a weirdo behind his back. Giving himself a small timeout, he made his way towards a small secluded space behind the factory, wasting his time zoning out into the distance, occasionally recalling memories of the past, memories he'd wish he could erase forever from his head, feeling the urge to kill the first person that passed past him every time it came to mind.

He times exactly fifteen minutes before heading back into the factory, not a single word falling out of his lips as he changed his gloves and began butchering again, slamming the blade down against the table harshly to cut a stubborn part.

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A week has passed since his last feed. Everyday has been a routine, the usual. Sleep, work, wasting time getting to master a bit of his modern hobby. As of late, he has been really interested in cleaning. His apartment? Spotless. Not a single dust in sight.

He was currently ironing his clothes, trying out what he bought online last week, especially with the many ads he kept seeing of it.

Chan didn't like to shop much, none of the items making him look twice in its direction. But, the iron had really made him rethink his choices, and because he hardly ever spent much of the money he earned other than paying his rent and apartment bills, he decided to spoil himself this one time and buy the tool to try it, curiosity getting the best of him.

By the end of it, and after a long moment of figuring out how to use it, getting amused when it started spewing the water he fed it at him, he was feeling an ache in his fangs. Hunger.

Unlike a human, where the stomach rumbles due to hunger, Chans body ached all over, torturing him till he gave it what it wanted. He was just about to head towards his fridge for some cow blood when he checked the date. It's been exactly a week since his last kill, biting his lips to try and decide if he felt like going out for a kill or just force yet another litter of not very fresh blood down his throat.

When the ache in his teeth made him wince, he sighed in defeat, dragging his feet into his room to grab a jacket, setting his mind on a quick kill, with no sex this time, not really in the mood.

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Chan was walking around a part of the town where filth spread fast. Junkies buying their crystals in hidden corners, strip bars blasting music in the distance, making Chans head pound, irritated. Another corner was where a cheap bar settled, where Chan wanted to meet his prey.

He didn't bother entering the place, continuing his walk to where a bunch of trees were planted on the very edge of this corner of the town, the main reason he even came here.

Chan almost always used this place for his kills. It was just easier to drag a drunkard into the woods, and no one would really pay him any mind, none in the right headspace to give him more than a quick look up and down.

Chan waited patiently. Or as patient as a hungry vampire would wait. He hid behind a tree, but his view of the bar was clear, seeing those going inside and coming out of it.

Thankfully, he didn't have to wait too long before a man, maybe in his mid thirties, was stumbling out of the bar fully drunk, laughing with a couple friends- or co-workers, Chan didn't care- while they stumbled in their steps.

Although Chan didn't really plan for him to be his meal, the said man clearly had other intentions in mind as he excused himself from his group -who didn't bother waiting for him, limping their way down the street- stumbling towards the forest where Chan hid, his hands working on his zipper like he had to take a piss.

The man was close enough to see Chan behind the trees now, halting only for a moment to give him a quick onceover before heading towards the nearest bush to relieve himself. Chan ignored him at first, shooting hesitant glances his way. The man wasn't half bad, but he wasn't exactly Chans type either.

By now, his teeth were aching painfully, making him close his eyes to take a deep breath, one he regretted when the acidic smell of urine hit his nose, making him scrunch his nose in disgust. But he couldn't really complain, the whole area stank.

After what seemed like forever, the man was finally done as he turned to continue his walk away. Chan thought he'd have to change his target by now, except that said man suddenly turned on his heels, narrowing his eyes at Chan.

“... I don't mean to interfere, but I know the look someone would have when they want to at least buy some cocaine.”

The man started, words were utterly slurred, startling Chan with the sudden conversation opener. Chan blinked in confusion, not getting what the man was trying to say.

Seeing Chans confusion, the man sighed deeply, turning to face Chan fully.

“You don't have a look of addiction, son. Go home.”

His voice came out much firmer this time, but it was clear that he was still as drunk as a bull seeing red. With a roll of his eyes, Chan looked away, focusing back on the bar.

“It's none of your business”

He said rudely, not caring how harsh his words came out to be. The man didn't move, but his eyes did narrow even further, a scoff in disbelief leaving him.

“Kids these days, no respect whatsoever.”

The man retorted, taking heavy steps towards Chan, his eyes looking him up and down once more, almost like he was seizing him up.

Chan obviously noticed the look, but he said nothing about it, already knowing what kind of person the man was. The kind that preyed on the weak, shamelessly stole from those in need, and took advantage of the innocent.

“You know… if you're so *eager* to ruin your life, I could offer you a fun way to do so”

The man purred, still slurred, but with more confidence this time, eyes lingering for too long on Chans figure, despite it being hidden under baggy clothes.

The man then reached into his pocket and took out a piece of paper, rectangular shaped, extending his hand towards Chan with the card between his fingers, nodding at him to take it.

Chan wanted to continue ignoring the man, but seeing just how persistent he stayed annoyed him, so he snatched the card from between his fingers, looking down at it.

He scoffed loudly, reading the mans business card. Mr. Park, it read. Although it seemed slightly innocent in the job description, Chan knew exactly what kind of work these words implied.

“You basically want me to whore myself out for a few pennies?”

Chan snorted, throwing the card onto the grass like it burned, like it offended him. And it did.

The man- Mr. Park- seemed slightly pleased that Chan was quick to know what he was offering, not minding the fact that Chan threw his card away so carelessly.

“So you've got some brains on you, huh”

Mr. Park smirked.

“I like that. Feisty boys like you, costumers enjoy breaking that.”

He took another step closer towards Chan, eyes now lust filled. Mr. Park reached out all of a sudden and tugged Chan hood down, not giving him a chance to understand the situation before he was harshly cupping Chans cheeks and yanking his face his way.

Mr. Park cooed. Chan? He saw red. Literal red. How dare the man fucking touch him like that? All rational parts left him as soon as the dirty hands touched his face. The man didn't even fucking wipe his hands, the filth of his fucking penis on his hands, and now it's on Chans face.

Without a single more thought, Chan was grabbing the mans wrist and slamming him towards the tree bark, back solid against the tree, so harsh it shook the wood slightly, leaves fluttering off the branches to fall down to the ground.

Mr. Park had his eyes wide open, surprised at the sudden show of hostility that came from Chan, like what he had done didn't deserve this.

“Oh you wanna make yourself useful to me? You think you can break me like one of your toys?”

Chan barked out, his hand snapping up to wrap tightly around Mr. Parks throat, squeezing so tight that the pressure almost crushed his windpipe, and when he felt the bones barely holding on under his grip, Chan increased it.

Mr. Park was now in agonizing pain as Chan crushed his wind pipes, blood gushing out of the skin on his neck tearing. Holes forming like spots as the pressure tried to relieve itself. Chan wasted no time before he had his fangs down, sinking them into whatever part of the man's neck with access.

Chan felt it under his fingertips. The way the pulse faltered, or when his body went loose, giving up on him, depending on Chans tight hold to keep him up.

The mans scream died as soon as it came, his head falling to the side with no support of his bones, blood gurgling till it started spilling out of his mouth, landing on Chan, coating him with the same blood he drank, drenching him with the scent of iron.

At first, Chan sucked the man dry like he was starved for centuries, enjoying the way his warmth left his body to enter Chans, tasting the agonizing pain like it was honeysuckle, until a sudden taste hit him.

The taste made his eyes snap wide open, wasting no time to push against the man, completely letting go of him for the body to hit the ground with a harsh thump, blood still spilling to coat the grass blades.

Chan clawed at his throat desperately as he started to gag, tears brimming in his eyes. He stumbled his way backwards, his back hitting another tree as his knees threatened to buckle. He wanted to scream.

The taste. It was the same as that time… that night, the one where he should've been in the safe arms of his lover, that until his throat was filled with the same agonizing taste. 

He couldn't keep it anymore as he fell onto his knees, one hand on the grass, the tips digging into Chans palm while his other hand kept clawing on his throat. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he kept gagging till he finally, finally began throwing up.

What came out looked nothing like blood. It looked black, he wasn't sure, there were no lights whatsoever in the forest as he kept vomiting everything he drank of the man, tears freely running down his face as he emptied his entire stomach, only to collapse right in front of his vomit, his elbows on the clean grass as he began to sob.

He wanted to go home so bad. He wanted to hide under his covers.

What the fuck was that.

His tears didn't stop for a few minutes, harsh sobs wrecking its way out of his body, trembling as he barely kept himself from collapsing on top of the black goo he spewed out.

He can't do this. It hurts.

Chan didn't know how, but he pulled all of his strength to his feet, rising up from where he knelt, completely ignoring the corpse in front of him, the man long dead and body broken as Chan limped his way back to the road.

He had half of a mind to pull his hood back up, hiding his face while soft sobs still made his way out of him. But instead of a look of defeat on his face, he was staring down onto the uneven ground, loathing, heartbroken even, and if glares could kill, the entire street would've been in bloodshed.

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As soon as Chan stepped foot into the safety of his apartment, he crumbled. His knees met the hardwood of his floor loudly, wails leaving his mouth like never before, tears pouring down his face like a steady river.

He sobbed his heart out, clutching the front of jacket as he did, head hanging low, vision blurry from everything.

The memories hit him all over again, adding more to his miserable state.

Him and…. His lover. 

…

It was like any other night together. Chan was getting railed into their bed, soft moans added to the prayers of his lovers name, Chans arms wrapped around his neck, holding him close.

He remembers that day so clearly it should be replaced for glass. 

Everything was going well, everything felt so good. And as usual, his lover allowed Chan a small taste during intercourse. Chan bit down on his neck, sucked some of his blood, and then… the awful taste hit him.

That same moment, that same feeling, he wasn't sure what brought it, what happened. All he knew was that in a second then another, he was harshly yanked off and turned onto his stomach.

At first, he thought that his lover just wanted to add some spice into their night, adding some power play into, until it wasn't.

The thrusts turned harsh, too harsh for Chans liking. But even that didn't bother him, what bothered him was that when he tried to turn around to tell his lover to go slower, peering over his shoulder, he saw black eyes staring back at him, not a single drop of white or the usual brown in sight.

Chans face dropped at that moment, and to add more fuel to the fire, his lover grabbed both of Chans wrists and pulled him back against the thrusts hard, forcing himself on Chan.

Chan thrashed around, tried to free his wrists from the merciless grip. That wasn't his lover, it wasn't. His lover was cold, sure, but he never ever treated Chan this harshly throughout the whole three years of dating.

He begged and pleaded through it all, yelling his safeword on top of his lungs even, using his strength to stop the slams.

He barely managed to flip his body just enough to be able to land a kick his lovers way, forcing him to stumble away, slipping out to fall back onto his butt.

Chans face was wet with tears, his hair clamped to his forehead from the sweat, eyes blown wide as he looked at his lover like he was some kind of monster.

It was his lovers expression that made him freeze, gaze hardening in anger. His eyes, now back to their brown ones, didn't have a single hint of regret, didn't care that Chan was sobbing in front of him, didn't care that he hurt him.

He just had a look of…. Indifference.

…

Chan immediately snapped himself back to the present, shaking off his thoughts.

No.

He hadn't thought about his lover in years now, and he sure as hell wasn't about to recall such memories now.

Tonight was a mistake. The taste felt so real, so…. Wrong. It disgusted him, he hated how the taste still lingered in his mouth.

He hated it all.

Not caring how much his body ached, Chan got back up and stumbled into his bathroom. His hands reached for his toothbrush in despair, squeezing a fat glob of paste onto the bristles, not thinking twice before he was scrubbing his teeth and tongue feverishly, in dire need to get rid of whatever the night had left him.

Chan kept brushing till his mouth went raw, till it stung badly to the point of tears returning, except that none spilled. He couldn't. His face remained dry with previous tears, his body no longer having anything to offer, only leaving trails of salt smeared in their wake.

His hair was no different. He washed it so many times, rubbing the shampoo so well that his scalp began to hurt, a headache soon to subdued, anything to get rid of the blood on him, to relieve himself of the dirty smell of the iron he usually liked.

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That night, sleep didn't come easy. In fact, it didn't come at all. Rays of sunshine were already high in the sky as he tossed and turn, the city buzzed with life through his windows.

The sun should've made him sleepy, should've tired him out. Except that it didn't.

Chan lied on his back, staring up at the ceiling, eyes puffy. The taste was no longer there, scalp no longer pulsed like he was getting split open, but the feeling remained, leaving him limp with despair. He had managed to calm down, just the slightest bit to clear out his thoughts and think.

Think, Chan. What the hell was that? The more he wondered about it, the better he remembered. He didn't spit out the blood he drank. If that was truly what made its way down his throat.

He was pretty sure the man was a normal human, so what the hell did the black goo mean? What even was that?

Chan was scared to know. Scared to find out the truth, to explain the reason behind that day.

In the end, he simply gave up on sleeping, rotting in his bed until golden hues painted the buildings, until the sound of birds turned into nothing.

Just then, did he get up. He still had to go to work. Although he could definitely skip a day if he ever wanted to, he didn't. Maybe, just maybe, a glimmer of his usual routine would get him back on track, leaving him to yet again move on.

Deciding that he did not want to be trapped in his head around the walls of his apartment, he got up and worked his distress off, not bothering to look once at the mirror, afraid of what he might see.

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Okay, he won't lie, the smell of blood made his stomach churn.

As soon as he stepped foot into the factory, he froze, holding his stomach like he was about to throw up once more, despite having nothing to puke this time.

How unusual really. A vampire turning away from the smell of blood? Ironic.

But still, he sucked it up. After all, he went through the trouble to come here anyway, so might as well just stay.

The sound of the blade against the surface eased some parts of his stressed mind, the familiarity in the routine pulled him away from the edge, no matter how much the stench of blood got him to gag, earning him curious looks from his coworkers.

Chan never reacted so strongly to blood before, which puzzled them greatly, murmurs already getting uttered, ones Chan didn't think twice about before tuning out.

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The walk back home was agonizing. He wished to do nothing but find peace in his hobby already. Maybe he'd do laundry today, or redecorate his room once more.

He seriously couldn't wait.

A sigh of impatience was out before he knew it, heavy on his damaged heart. feet dragging him down the same path he'd taken for years. How bothersome.

The thing is, Chan was hungry alright, but as soon as he stepped close enough to blood, his body would start a riot, protesting heavily against it, and Chan had no other choice than to keep himself starved.

The stairs of his building, the look the security guard gave, always the same up and down, as if Chan disgusted him. But he didn't mind it, it was just probably that he reeked of blood, he always did. His neighbours once filed a report against him, thinking that he was a serial killer of some sort. But upon further investigation, they were quick to know that he was a butcher, ending the case so fast that the police didn't even bother leaving records.

The jingle of his keys sounded as he entered it into the keyhole, twisting it once, twice, before the door was open, making his way inside with no hesitation.

Chan kicked his shoes off, each pair landing in a different direction. He was so close to just leaving it as it is, except that not a second later, he turned around and put them back in order, rolling his eyes at himself.

Socked feet against the floor sounded. Familiar. Home. He stepped into his bedroom, not caring enough to spare the figure by his w

indow a second glance-

Wait. What?

Figure?

His eyes snapped wide open as he whipped his head back to look at the figure. A man. 

Although only his back was in view, Chans breath hitched when he realized who it was. He had seen that same back for so long that even a single strand of his hair would make Chan recognize him.

His lover. Ex lover to be exact.

Minho.

Chan stood frozen in place. The room was dark, quiet. Minho was yet to acknowledge his presence, although Chan knew damn well that the man knew he was here.

The wait was excruciating. Neither of them dared to acknowledge the other just yet, until Chan decided to be the one breaking the silence, his fists clenched by his sides, anger bubbling inside.

“What are you doing here, Minho?”

His words came out harsh. The last person he wanted to see was him.

It took a few seconds before Minho was turning around, revealing himself with a subtle smirk on his face, still smug no matter how long had passed.

“So long has passed and you're greeting me with such a sour expression?”

His voice came out in mockery, hands shoved into the pockets of his pants, looking Chan up and down. Chan has surely matured, Minho noted, nothing of the naive man he once dated in sight.

The words Minho spoke made Chan even angrier, scoffing in disbelief where he stood beside the doorframe, glaring daggers at Minho.

Seeing Chans anger only heighten, Minhos smirk widened. The clicks of his boots against the hardwood floor caused Chans eyes to flicker down, a vein popping on his neck when he saw Minho dirtying his floors like he owned the place.

“Still lacking basic manners?”

Chan quipped, returning his gaze back up to glare even harder at the man, finally taking a better look at him now that he was within an arm's length.

Minho didn't seem as bothered with Chans ongoing comments, still silent until he reached Chan. His hand raised up to brush a stray curl behind Chans ear, only for the vampire to catch the act midway and push his hand away.

“Don't touch me.”

Chan warned, irritated with Minhos act of indifference.

“Why are you here, Minho?”

He spat out, voice strained, like a lump sat stubbornly in his throat. His chest felt tight all of a sudden, forced to be met by his past, facing it head on with no warning whatsoever.

Minho took his sweet time, looking around Chans room, noticing the tidiness Chan always nagged him to keep in the past. Guess there wasn't too much of a change in him.

“I'll cut to the chase.”

Minhos voice rang out, slicing through the thick tension that began to bubble up around them, so much that it felt suffocating in a way.

Minho halted in his steps when he reached the nightstand beside the bed, looking over his shoulders at Chan. His other hand was out of his pockets to grab a folder he had placed there earlier, extending it for Chan to take.

Chan hesitated at first, not quite trusting Minho. But when the man nodded at the file, gesturing for its contents, Chan sighed as he reluctantly dragged himself across, snatching the folder in irritation.

He ripped the seal off, turning the file upside down on top of his bed to let whatever was inside fall out. Papers flew on top of the sheets. From photos, to written documents. All.

“What the hell is that?”

Chan asked as he grabbed a document to read. It had some sort of information on someone Chan wasn't sure if he recognised.

Minho observed Chan for a while longer, eyes narrowed like he was trying to figure out if Chan was faking being oblivious or if he truly didn't know.

“An important client of mine.”

Minho began, making his way to stand beside Chan, reaching to the papers to pull out a picture, turning it to show Chan.

Chan gave Minho a wary look before taking the photo from him, inspecting it. His eyes widened when he saw the man on it. The same man that caused Chans recent troubles, Mr. Park, if Chan recalled correctly.

He didn't say anything, frozen in place, shocked. As he looked at the picture, he wondered about the relationship his ex lover had with the man he killed just the night before. Why the hell Minho had a picture of him.

Seeing the question in Chans eyes, Minho sighed, rolling his eyes as he pointed at the other documents, letting Chan read them over.

“I was supposed to be making a huge trade, ensuring to cover heavy funds, and you killed the source.”

Minho said. His face no longer held any playful expressions, turning serious so quickly it could've been dizzying. Minho was a huge deal in the underground business. He was so ruthless that everyone feared him, so powerful that only a handful of people managed to get proper deals out of him, and Chan just ruined a big hit in his life.

His gaze stayed locked on Chan, watching him take in the information, reading a document over another. They were human trafficking documents, except none of them really cared about t

he lives of short lived mortals, so Chan didn't bother to defend anything.

Finally, Chan turned his head to meet Minhos hard gaze, his own still wide in disbelief.

“I didn't mean to. He was just another kill to me, I didn't know who it was”

The words clearly didn't convince Minho as his eyes narrowed even more at Chan, clearly annoyed with the way he tried to get himself out of it.

A scoff rang out, coming from Minho himself as he snatched the documents from Chan, slamming them down onto the bed.

“Well, it doesn't matter now, does it? You killed an important client, and you expect me to let that go just because you ‘didn’t know’”

His voice came out laced with malice, fire burning in his pupils the longer he looked at Chan, seeing the way Chans has began to mirror his own, furious.

Chans jaw clenched in annoyance. How dare Minho break into his home and yell at him? Chan couldn't give two shits about Minhos business going downhill, the man himself can go burn in hell. He pushed Minhos hand off his bed, fuming.

“Too bad, Minho. Although I didn't mean to kill a client of yours, I sure as hell don't regret it.”

He lied, of course. But not for the reasons most would believe. Yes, he didn't regret killing an important client of Minhos, but he sure did regret drinking Mr.Parks blood. That shit made every logic in his body go haywire, screwing him up.

Minho clenched his fists, his nails digging sharply into his palms, creating half moons to decorate the skin.

“Your mouth has gotten a lot bigger, hasn't it?”

Minho scowled, taking a step closer to Chan, his hand shooting up to grab Chans hair, yanking his head up.

“You fucked up my sales. Take responsibility.”

Chan swore his vision went black for a moment, because one second then another, he felt a panic surge throughout his body, his arm flinging sideways at Minhos face, making him fall backwards onto Chans bed.

Minho was slightly caught off guard, landing on the bed with a soft ‘oof’. He gritted his teeth, eyes going fully black for a second there, but he was quick to stop it as soon as it came out, forcing himself to calm down.

Chan caught the way Minhos eyes turned fully black, flinching in place, recalling yet again the last time he saw those eyes.

“What was that??”

He was quick to ask, gaze hardening as he stomped over towards Minho, reaching out to grab his collar, tugging him harshly until their faces were inches apart.

“What was that?!!”

Chan asked again, his voice rising.

Minho didn't answer, keeping his eyes staring into Chans brown ones, planning out his next move. With a huff, Minho slapped Chans hands off his collar, attempting to get off the bed. Chan couldn't allow that. He pushed Minho back down once more, and this time, he climbed on top of him, straddling his legs as he gripped his collar again, wrinkling the white blouse Minho wore, pinning him in place.

“Answer me you son of a bitch!!!”

Chan yelled in his face, his face was so red steam would've been blowing out of his ears by now.

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