You in Me

F#Fire

Flashback

Jongwoo just stood there. He wanted so much to kill that insect... The black haired man wouldn't let him, he looked at him and laughed as he cut homeless man's throat.
Jongwoo sat down in a corner of the room with pursed lips and began to shuffle the papers on the floor.

"Why are you doing this to me?" he muttered.
He took a pencil with a broken tip at the floor. He began to scribble the papers.

"I'm trying to ensure," said the black haired man.
He tossed the man aside as if he was garbage, walked over to his masterpiece and bent before him.

"Would you like to continue to do things like this together?"

Jongwoo wet his dry lips as he took the blank paper this time. The unending heat rising inside him was burning in his throat. He was wanting to taste blood.
His hand holding the pen tightened and he began to write.
Blood, just blood. Each one tastes different. It is so beautiful to feel and breathe in, so impressive. I'm dizzy, feeling like I'm drunk. But I want more. I wanna taste more. Give it to me, please give me people. Give me their blood. Give me necks, wrists, all their veins beating with fear, please.

He felt the black haired man's cold fingers as his hand began to tremble. He reached for his hand and made him put down the pen. Then he raised his other hand and showed it calmly. The most beautiful shade of red was on his fingers.

Despite his accelerating heartbeat and breaths, Jongwoo didn't do anything, just waited. He felt his heart stutter as Moonjo smiled and brought his blood-stained hand closer to him then rubbed his thumb against his lips. The presence of warm blood mixed with his coldness made Jongwoo strain.

"Don't you want it", asked the black haired. His tone sounded too inviting to Jongwoo.
Still without hurry, he licked his lips slowly and the bitter taste made his head spin. He closed his eyes and wished that this wonderful feeling would last forever. He was sure he had never tasted such a pleasure before. He was wanting to feel more and more.

When he opened his eyes, Moonjo held out his hand to him again, as if he knew what he wanted. Jongwoo didn't think any further or waste time. Grasping his thin wrist, he took his pinky and ring finger into his mouth. The metallic taste burned his tongue, he felt dizzy again. When he cleaned completely, he left them and took his index and middle finger this time. He released his contracted stomach. It was unique and perfect.
He looked at the owner of the fingers with the rustle he heard. He had taken one of the papers and had looked at it with a rather relaxed expression on his face. Jongwoo thought that this man's beauty was also unique. He bit his fingers which in his mouth and as the dark eyes were turning back to him he swallowed.

"Baby, your teeth are healthy. You don't need to misbehave to prove it. Or you'll have to endure the punishment."

All he could think about was being free. Being able to do what he want... That's why he didn't listen to him. He never took his eyes off the dark eyes as he bit the fingers once more which he had cleared of blood.
Moonjo gave him an impatient smile, then gripped his hair tightly, causing him to lean his head back. However, he didn't pull his fingers away.

"You have to hold yourself," he said, pushing his fingers deeper.
Jongwoo somehow managed to resist the urge to gag, but as he inhaled, the now-warm finger touching his palate made this almost impossible. So he held his breath, closing his eyes with the warmth touching his epiglottis. Then, potentially dangerous but beautiful fingers slipped from his lips.

"I'll cut your pretty little tongue if you don't obey my words. But I don't want to do that. Baby, don't make me do it, okay? "

Jongwoo seemed to be in a trance. He nodded to confirm. He watched the black haired walk away from him and tidy up.
He was tasting the blood over and over in his mind. His heart was still beating so fast and he felt like he could never end this.