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~ Earlier that night ~~~~

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~ Earlier that night ~
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𝒲ℴℴ𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓃𝑔

𝒲ooyoung felt strange, travelling through the forest in their small convoy. He was so used to being alone in the shadows, that being with two other people, felt extremely foreign.

And on top of that, he was starting to feel sick.

Not sick in the sense of nerves.

But sick, in the sense that he could smell the hormones flowing off of San and Seonghwa as a result of his pull, and he felt as though he was on the brink of loosing consciousness, having his monster take control of him. He was clinging so tightly onto Yeosang's arm that he was sure he was hurting him, but he couldn't help it. He was terrified of what would happen, the moment his Incubus took over.

'Sang-ah...' he almost whimpered. 'How far now?'

Stopping in his tracks, Yeosang turned him to face him and cupped his face in his hands. 'Maybe another twenty minutes or so...'

Turning a little and glancing through his glowing red irises at the two vampires a way away, keeping their distance, he felt his monster lurk closer to the surface, enjoying putting the two on edge. He could smell them, and the way their sweet scents were mixed with craving... Longing... A beautiful concoction of erotic lust and sexual tension for his monster to gorge himself on—

'Wooyoung,' Yeosang suddenly said sternly, shaking him to grab his attention.

Tearing his eyes from the vampires, he whimpered into his Hyung's chest. 'I don't want to loose control...' he whispered, holding tightly onto Yeosang's shirt. 'Don't let me,' he begged. 'Please, don't let me... Please...'

Yeosang leant forward and cradled him warmly in his arms, smoothing a hand down the back of his head to bury at the nape of his neck. 'Woo, just bite me,' he said softly, smoothing down his hair.

But his words sent his buried Elf wild from deep within him at the thought of it, and god even his Incubus recoiled. 'No! No I'm not hurting you!—'

'Wooyoung you're not going to hurt me,' Yeosang said calmly. 'Your Incubus knows me. I'm looking into its eyes right now, and it doesn't want to hurt me—you, don't want to hurt me. I trust it and I trust you.'

He shook his head firmly. 'No. No. I'm hungry, Sang. I'll loose control...' It wouldn't be like the last time he'd bitten him, when he'd already been full and lethargic and not particularly interested in feeding any more. His monster was hungry, having gone too long without feeding properly, and he knew from experience that starvation sent his Incubus into a glut...

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