Depraved

Wash And Swap

When it was time to sleep Minho and Innie were set back in the cell. Changbin was only locked to one post of the handcuff bed, and Jisung was given reign of his very own bedroom.

The door would be locked from the outside, but he could move around and use the connected bathroom if he felt like doing so.

"Wow. I should get kidnapped more often." He joked, running a hand over the soft comforter and sitting down on the mattress.

"Don't even joke about that." Hyunjin warned. "Now, let me see the place he shot you."

"Oh." Jisung lifted his shirt, leaning back a little under the light. "It's really small. I'd be surprised if you could even see it-"

The vampire surprised him by licking a tiny stripe up the center of his chest. "There."

"Oh. My. God. Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"

"No. Quite the opposite. I was just trying to heal you."

He didn't appear convinced. "Mm hmm. I know what you were doing Mr. Innocent. Go, it's getting light."

Hyunjin grinned. "Okay. Sleep Jisung. I'm so glad you're home."

Jisung smiled back.

Home.

Minho spent the first half hour in the cell having a silent breakdown. What was he doing? What was he thinking? Rubbing himself on Chan like an animal?

He huffed, absolutely wired with nerves.

And then admitting that maybe they weren't so bad? Grabbing Chan's pants? Dear God- he really did it, he threw himself back in the fire. Now there was no telling what they'd do to him. They already said they all liked him. Why was he always getting mixed up with men like them?

"No, no, they're different." He accidentally whispered aloud, twisting under the blankets they'd been given.

Innie sighed and sat up. "You're thinking way too loud."

"Sorry."

"Just go to sleep. Stop thinking so much."

"Okay."

Five minutes later he was in another mental rabbit hole.

What if they tried to kiss him tomorrow night? What if Chan was telling them all how turned on he'd gotten from something as simple as a bite? Would they all try to bite him? Would they really stop if he asked them to? Wouldn't they say he was lying? That he'd obviously liked it?

Jeongin groaned, getting to his feet. "Okay this isn't going to work. What is it?"

"What?"

"Whatever you're thinking about? What is it?"

"Uh. Nothing. Nothing, I'm sorry."

"Come on Minho, I'm not going to tell anyone. Us humans have to stick together in these ways. Don't we?"

He sat up a little, checking his expression in the scant light. The kid didn't seem like he was planning anything, he just looked tired and young.

"Well. I fed Chan earlier."

Innie tilted his head. "Good boy."

Chills erupted over Minho's entire back- spreading halfway down his arms. "Uh. And... he was very sweet about it. So, when we were done, I told him that I kind of like him?"