Hell Born

*Past Promises...*

"You need to stop getting into fights," Muttered Wooyoung as he pressed a bandaid on San's cheek.

"You should see the other guy." A cocky statement meant to lighten the mood met only with a glance of slight ire from the younger.

"I did and he looked fine," The teen had glanced away for 2 minutes and when he turned around, he was terrified to see that the two divines had started a brawl in the middle of the hallway. So Wooyoung had to pull his boyfriend to the bathroom before Yeosang could drive his sword into his stomach. Aside from safety concerns, the last thing either of them wanted were any more demon rumours, or worse, angel ones, knowing they would just fuel Yeosang's ego.

Yet even with this knowledge, San still instigated a fight. Wooyoung would never get why he was constantly on the hunt for people to attack. One would suppose it was the fact that he was a demon, but the blonde chose not to think about it that way. As far as he was concerned, San just got a little aggressive. Nothing too major to worry about as long as it was kept in check.

"I don't need a plaster, Woo. It'll heal in a few minutes." The glare Wooyoung sent him made San zip his mouth shut. He had lived with his father for long enough to know that you shut up and listen when you get that look. A lecture was coming.

"I don't want to hear it. The last time you got into a fight your dad nearly killed you because of it! You're lucky the teachers are too terrified to report this, or you definitely would have gotten expelled. And I don't want to hear how 'he started it', you still threatened him San. Please be more careful? I don't want you to get in trouble, or worse, hurt." With a slow nod, San mumbled an apology, a sigh coming from his boyfriend. The demon felt a hand run through his dark hair, looking up to see that Wooyoung was smiling at him.

"I'm not mad at you Sannie," He said softly. "I just want you to be more careful."

"I can hear your disappointed thoughts from here," San pouted. The other teen arched a brow. Occasionally, he would forget the array of powers his boyfriend possessed until he was unceremoniously reminded of their existence. Especially since San had a bad habit of reading Wooyoung's thoughts at the strangest moments, and it didn't help that they shared a bed now.

One could probably guess what San was hearing in the dead of night.

Regardless, Wooyoung pecked his lips and continued to grin. "I promise, I'm not upset with you." San then smiled as well. Without warning, he hoisted Wooyoung into his arms, the younger's legs wrapping around his waist in surprise. "San!"

"What? You said you're not mad at me." Chuckled the demon with a mischievous leer. "Can I get a prize?"

"For what? You haven't earned anything," Wooyoung yelped when a hand squeezed his rear, eliciting an explosion of blush and then a giggle.

"That's not true! If you didn't drag me away, I would've won that fight." With his head resting on the blonde's chest, San had him against the bathroom wall, Wooyoung's legs still wrapped around him.

"That doesn't count- Oh~ Sannie..." As the demon sunk his teeth into the soft skin of his lover's neck, Wooyoung gasped, adjusting to feel more friction against his body. Open-mouth sounds of pleasure managing to escape him. "S-Sannie, we have class."

"I don't care," Growled the older student. His deep voice had Wooyoung under instant submission, nodding as he allowed San to trail kisses across him. Yet his strict tone of dominance didn't last very long.

The frigid feeling between his legs began to get the better of him at the sight of Wooyoung flushed and mewling beneath him.

"Wooyoungie~" Even if Wooyoung was the one on the bottom, San would sometimes use a certain tone that would say otherwise. His voice would go soft, almost an embarrassed whine and Woo could never deny him when he used it.