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Wooyoung had to wonder if someone up there hated him, because seriously his day had started really good for it to end like this. He glared at the taller male, knowing very well that it had no effect on the other. On the contrary, he knew that the other was enjoying this far too much. He really wanted to wipe that damn smirk off his pretty face.
“So isn’t this a funny predicament, little hunter?”
Wooyoung narrowed his eyes dangerously. Funny wasn’t exactly the word, he was looking for. Of course, his annoyance was pure amusement to the vampire who smirked wider.
“Fuck you,” Wooyoung growled, trying to yank his hands free from where the vampire had them secured above his head with the most minimal of efforts. As expected the move did nothing; he wasn’t even able to move an inch and this time he mentally cursed the vampire. If you asked Wooyoung it was completely unfair to gift the bastard with such strength, power and on top of that his looks as well. The human contemplated briefly using one of his silver daggers on the vampire, but his thoughts were quickly halted as the other moved.
All of the sudden San was much closer, invading his personal space, face only inches away and Wooyoung could swear that the bastard was far too warm for a creature that was supposedly undead. The hunter would have moved back if he could but the cold wall at his back, didn’t give him that option. From this close, he could actually distinguish the gold and the amber color of the vampire’s eyes. Under other circumstances he would have thought the color to be stunning, now however it was everything he should be wary off, especially when those stupidly long dark lashes lowered half-way, hiding the full extend of the vampire’s gaze and giving him a look that had the hunter unconsciously swallowing hard.
San’s voice only added to the sudden intimate atmosphere. The tone was wrapped in all types of promises and slid against Wooyoung’s spine like the finest silk. His hunter training reminded him that this was why vampires were dangerous. Seduction came far too naturally to them and San especially liked to play dirty.
“Are you offering, Wooyoung?” the vampire questioned, one hand leaving Wooyoung’s wrists and trailing against the hunter’s clothed chest and stomach. Wooyoung hated how his breath hitched in his throat and his heart decided to jump in his chest. By the looks of it, the vampire was well aware of his reaction. San’s lips parted, smiling this time, his fangs visible. Wooyoung should have been afraid then, but somehow he had always been addicted to adrenaline. Unfortunately for him San was a shot of adrenaline, wrapped in a very pretty and tempting package.
That didn’t stop Wooyoung from being stubborn and intent on bringing the vampire in. There was only so many laws that the dark haired male could break. The hunter wouldn’t deny that his transgressions were petty, but the laws were in place for a reason. Deep down he knew though, that both of them enjoyed this stupid game that they were playing. San knew that Wooyoung was too obstinate to give up until he won and San, well he just enjoyed the chase.
The hunter had to wonder though, for how long they would actually continue following their own unwritten rules. After all every game had rules. The hunter wasn’t sure anymore what theirs was. It was however getting too dangerous and out of control and if there’s one thing that Wooyoung hated was not having control over the situation. The thought was kind of sobering enough that the hunter managed to get a hold of himself again.
“San, I swear if you don’t let me go…” Wooyoung tried his hardest to add an edge to his voice, but the vampire didn’t allow him to finish the threat. The touch of lips against his neck had the hunter letting out a soft squeak that had his face heating up. The vampire seemed far from done. San’s hand dipped under the human’s shirt, dull nails running skin slowly and teasingly.
“Why don’t we change the game a little?” That same treacherous hand, trailed lower stopping at Wooyoung’s pants. The vampire leaned back again, hot gaze fixed on the hunter’s face.
Wooyoung didn’t dare move, anticipation settled in the pit of his stomach, hungry and eager but he tried his hardest to ignore it even when San’s fingers brushed against the waistband of his pants.
“You’re awfully quiet, hunter,” San teased, his hand not moving from where it was perched now on Wooyoung’s right hip.
Wooyoung licked his dry lips and San followed the movement, his gaze going hotter and darker if that was even possible. Briefly, the hunter wondered if the vampire would kiss him. Wooyoung was surprised at how the thought alone sent a shiver down his spine.
Shit.
He was in too deep now.
The realization had him feeling suddenly weak in the knees. That damn vampire had gotten under his skin without him even realizing it. He had easily planted the seed of desire and had been slowly feeding it with every encounter they had and now that hunger had bloomed completely within him.
“You play dirty,” Wooyoung told him accusingly.
Fingers slipped under the pants, a thumb lazily rubbing against his skin. Wooyoung’s tried to focus on the vampire’s face though even when that touch was maddeningly distracting. By the looks of it San didn’t feel an ounce of shame at the accusation.
“All is fair…but honestly you’re kind of slow, Wooyoung.”
Wooyoung blinked back owlishly, not sure if he heard the vampire right. The way the other said it was almost like he was kind of disappointment at his obliviousness and honestly he was offended.
“You suck,” Wooyoung shot back; it wasn’t his best comeback but really San was messing his brain up. He belatedly realized that it was probably the worst thing to say to someone like the vampire.
“Mmm, I can’t deny that. I’m good at sucking.” Wooyoung would have called him out on how lame his reply had sounded, but San was quick to remind him that everything was fair, especially when he purred out the last word, licking his lips in a way that only assured Wooyoung that he wasn’t bluffing. The hunter ignored the sudden tightness of his pants, but of course San was well aware of his reaction if the way he inhaled was any indication. Like a predator tasting the air, the vampire appeared pleased at what he caught.
The human body was far too easy to read to someone like a vampire. The idea that his scent gave him away made Wooyoung feel suddenly far too hot, rouge painting his cheeks again. San had the upper-hand, no matter how he tried to deny it. It would be so easy to give in. The vampire seemed to sense where his thoughts were going as he released Wooyoung’s hands and pulled him against his chest.
Wooyoung gasped at the action. They’ve never been this close before, whatever notions that he might have had were quickly wiped away.
“I’m tired of playing, Wooyoung.”
The arm around his waist tightened dangerously and Wooyoung had to bite a sound when his hips were pushed flushed against San’s. The vampire wasn’t apologetic at all about his reaction or the effect that the hunter had on him. Wooyoung was briefly envious of the fact that it was so easy for him when he on the other hand felt like there was too much that he had to take in.
Hot breath against his ear had Wooyoung shivering while his hands settled unconsciously against the vampire’s chest. “Tell me no and I will release you.”
It sounded easy enough and Wooyoung’s lips parted to tell the other off, but the words never left his mouth. He could practically feel the vampire smile against his neck, the movement had him wrapping his fingers in the vampire’s shirt.
“Last chance, Wooyoung,” hot breath fanned against his ear again, San’s voice was only a rasp now, barely contained desire heard in every syllable.
Wooyoung could practically feel the way tension settle in the vampire’s frame, waiting to snap any moment. The hunter was curious enough now, to know the promise that he could hear in San’s voice.
His fingers dug deeper into San’s clothed chest, the sound that left the vampire’s lips making him shudder again and just when he felt like San would snap, they both heard footsteps. A familiar voice called Wooyoung’s name.
San actually cursed out loud and Wooyoung felt whatever spell had settled around him break. The surprise was enough for him to push away from San. The vampire met his gaze and everything was still visible in those amber eyes, making Wooyoung swallow hard, knowing that he had almost crossed a line.
Strangely, there was no regret.
He heard his name called again and this time, he did turn around looking for the familiar face. It was proven to be a mistake when he felt San press behind him.
“This isn’t over,” he whispered, kissing the juncture between Wooyoung’s neck and shoulder. The touch had been so soft and innocent that for a moment the hunter had thought he had imagined it, until he felt the trace of fangs against his skin. The action had him whirling around quickly but by then San was already gone.
It was probably for the best as Mingi appeared from behind the corner, a concerned look on his face. The look was quickly gone though as soon as he realized that Wooyoung was okay and...alone.
“Let me guess, he got away again,” Mingi teased, offering that goofy grin of his to the other hunter, ruffling said man’s feather.
“Shut up!” Wooyoung growled, pushing Mingi’s shoulder and walking passed him. Mingi being Mingi wasn’t about to let it go.
“Hey Wooyoung, why do your pants look so tight?”
The question had Wooyoung pausing in his tracks, ears going red in embarrassment before he was growling Mingi’s name.
The taller hunter seemed to get that he was in trouble as he quickly ran by Wooyoung who was quick to give chase. Wooyoung swore that the only reason why Mingi would continue to live tonight was because Hongjoong would kick him off the team for killing his boyfriend. That didn’t mean that he wouldn’t make him pay somehow. Unbeknownst to the two hunters, a vampire watched them from on top of one of the tall buildings in the vicinity.
Grinning when he watched the shorter man deliver a kick to the other’s back, San couldn’t stay mad at Mingi for interrupting them, not when he got to see this part of Wooyoung too. Besides this was far from over and the vampire couldn’t complain when they had made such interesting progress tonight.
Wooyoung was right, he did play dirty especially when the price was worth it and Wooyoung was worth it in every sense.