Depraved

I Can Cry If I Want To

Seungmin stared at the humans where they stood in the cell. He had their food in hand, and silver protection gloves to deal with the metal. Minho appeared almost normal, though his skin was a shade too light, and his heart sounded like it might be struggling a little more than normal, but maybe that was because he'd come in.

"Are we supposed to say some magic words or something?" Minho bit, raising one of his impressive eyebrows.

Seungmin felt his stomach fill with hot hunger. There was no denying the beauty of the sarcastic creature. Nor the natural pull towards him. But that firm set to his lips, the way his feathered eyes cut down into a squint- it was... doing something to him. He wanted to ease that anger, with heavy hands and the press of his tongue- preferably behind his pierced ear and laving over that thick throat.

"Holy shit. Can you even speak?" Minho rolled his eyes, looking back at Jisung in confusion.

The mark on his neck was deeply purple. Like fantasy wine. Like fat wet grapes.

Seungmin almost jolted at the shock of arousal that carved into his loins at the sight. And within the mark, two dark punctures. Chan's big teeth.

"Are you waiting for us to perform a trick or something? I won't dance for the food you know. I'd rather starve."

That helped to pull him from his musings- the thought of the human dancing for food. Where did he get these wild ideas?

"Back of the cell."

"Wow look at that Ji! It can talk!"

Seungmin raised an eyebrow and repeated the command. "Back of the cell."

The two drifted away, holding hands.

He opened the door and placed the food on the ground, shutting them back in with a firm click. Then, he sat on the table and watched them devour the meal.

Seeing humans eat- it was beneficial in some way. Something old in his bones. Had he been a cat, he'd be purring.

"Where's Chan?" Jisung asked with a mouth full of food.

How adorable.

"Dealing with the mail. We've received an invite to your coven's party. I imagine we'll bring the both of you with us and finally turn you in."

Minho gulped slowly and pushed his food away. "Can I talk to Chan? Please?"

"Yes, I'm sure he'll be back after he's through, but I won't interrupt him."

Jisung glanced between them, clearing his throat and standing up. "They tossed us into the pit when we displeased them."

"Ji- stop."

"No, let me." He met Seungmin's eyes with barely contained emotion. "They fed on us too often. Used... blood magic to make us feel even more isolated. Kept us apart if we didn't follow orders."

"That all sounds very harsh." He answered, keeping a straight face.

Dark charm and blood magic were powerful weapons. They didn't really NEED to use them on humans. The hypnosis worked much better if you wanted someone to listen to you. He wondered what they made them see. How it was used to isolate them.

Jisung wiped his hands on his black jeans. "They made us drink each other's blood."

Now that was unusual. And a waste. And not good for humans.

"Why?"

"Like we'd know? They put us on weird diets to change our 'flavor'. Treated us like inanimate objects. They branded us both."