Depraved

Too Many Thoughts

Minho was sleeping on Changbin's shoulder.

Minho was SLEEPING on Changbin's shoulder.

His soft, pore-less cheek was pressed into the shell of his sweater-covered muscle and forcing his lips to pucker out. Felix felt shameful at the barrage of thoughts that continued to assault him at the sight.

Changbin was strong- for a human. He could probably lift Minho straight off the couch and carry him back to bed. Maybe he'd lay with him for a little too. Maybe, Minho would be so comfortable and tired that he'd roll into his warm, tan arms and let them wrap around his waist-

"Hey." Changbin whispered, pointing a finger at him with the arm that Minho wasn't laying on. "Put those things away man."

Felix lifted a hand to his mouth and felt his thin fangs poking out from beneath his upper lip. "Oh jeez. Sorry. Sorry."

"What is that anyway? Why do you two look all fuck-happy and shit?"

Seungmin smirked at his coarse language, stepping over to sit on the armrest on his other side so he could stare at Minho from close-up. "I don't know what it's doing but, taking care of humans feeds something for us. Inside."

Changbin made a face of absolute disgust. "Ugh. What the hell does that mean? You get all hard watching us sleep and eat?"

"Not exactly." Seungmin leaned forward and delicately pressed a piece of hair behind Minho's ear. "I do get hard watching you take care of him though."

The human spluttered and Felix had to contain a laugh.

"Whuh-wha-why would..."

"Shhh." The vampire whispered, pointing to Minho's furrowing brow. "Wouldn't want to wake him, would you?"

After a few tense seconds Minho just sighed and slid minutely closer. The other human's death glare was potent. "You're lucky he didn't wake up."

"Oh? What would you have done to me if he had? And don't be stingy with the details." Seungmin purred, languidly stretching out to lean an elbow behind his neck.

Changbin moved to create space between them but then he realized Minho was in the way. There came another death glare. "You are SO annoying."

"Sorry." The taller said, looking anything but sorry and eating up the visual from his new angle.

Eventually Jisung came back and snuggled up against Changbin's other side, grabbing Minho's hand to let him know he was there and ignoring how close Seungmin leaned behind him.

He seemed drained. When Chan pulled them out one at a time to let them feed, they found out why.

"You drank from Jisung?" Felix quizzed, licking a stray drop off the eldest's arm.

"Yes."

"But not as a punishment, right?"

"Of course not cub. I asked him first." He waited until he was finished and then he let him in on the other things that had happened. "Minho showed you a little of his past right?"

The blond nodded, looking away.

"Well, Jisung wants to make sure none of us share any of their memories with blood magic or anything. And he asked us not to bring Chanyeol up in front of Minho either."

"Who would SHARE those terrible memories?"

At the silence the younger glanced back. "Are you kidding me? With who?"