Shades of Sanguine TAEKOOK (18+) (COMPLETE)

Shades of Sanguine

His face is so perfect, flawless.

JungKook thinks when he gazes at the pale, ethereal figure on the dark, majestic four-poster bed lit only by a narrow sliver of moonlight falling from between the heavy curtains.

With his long, dark hair splayed over the large, elaborately embroidered cushions and his deeply crimson, full lips, the vampire is -even among the opulent bedding of silk and lace- by far the most beautiful thing amongst the beautiful things and he holds JungKook's attention completely.

He fiddles with the stake in his damp hands while he sits by the wall in the shadows and stares.

He always knew this was going to be difficult, there's too much between them, too much history.

Is there really no other way? JungKook wonders, hating his family burden, the impossibility of the curse ever being lifted, detesting the day he was born a Hunter.

Even when JungKook knows there's a chance that all of his own kind will perish if Taehyung -the Sleeping Beauty- lives, he still hesitates because that name still tastes sweet on his tongue.

The covers have been pushed down to the vampire's waist.

The smooth, silky skin shows between the widely parted sides of his frilly, cream nightdress, showing a delectable collarbone, the soft start of the curve toward the perfect, surprisingly pink nipple JungKook knows is there.

Immediately there is a kick in his pants and he curses the weakness of his body, the weakness of his mind for hesitating.

It meant nothing. He means nothing. He tells himself, thinking that if he just says it enough times, it'll somehow, magically, come true.

Yet when he sees the long, slender fingers resting on the covers, he remembers exactly how they feel on his hot skin -cool and firm, somehow always knowing exactly where to touch.

He remembers how the nails feel when they dig into his back, when they grab his ass when he thrusts...

He sighs and shakes his head, trying to clear the memories still stubbornly clinging on while he tightens his grip on the stake.

There's no other way... he repeats in his mind, over and over, like a mantra.

He stands up, steeling himself.

Entirely unnecessarily, as if compelled to say goodbye to all of Taehyung, JungKook pushes the covers aside and his breath is caught in his throat when he sees the long, pale, soft thigh all revealed with the crumpled nightdress rising to the soft curve of his hip.

As is to be expected, Taehyung hasn't changed at all -he is still just as beautiful, if not made more beautiful by time lost between them...

JungKook feels his mouth dry and he can't understand why he is making himself go through this, why he's just making it harder for himself, why he's delaying.

He wants to touch so badly, he wants to run his fingers up the thigh all the way up to the buttock -which he knows will be naked- and he wants to grab it... kiss his way up the vampire... just like he used to.

He doesn't really need to do it in order to succeed in his mission but JungKook forces himself to straddle the lush hips when he aligns the stake with the heart.

Briefly, his body freezes, unable to go through with it.

For the shortest of moments he considers if he'll be able to live with the knowledge that there will never again be a chance of tasting Taehyung if he now kills him.