Highness (Jeongcheol)

Jeonghan

Jeonghan fucking loved the modern world. The freeness with which humans were now able to live and love and fuck whomever and however they liked.

It wasn't perfect, obviously. Prejudices still existed, and people still suffered for their own desires in a multitude of unfair ways, but it was miles away from the uptight eras of the past. Jeonghan had hated the fifties in particular. A goddamn terrible decade, in his less-than-humble opinion.

He eyed the gyrating bodies through the flashing lights of the club. He was watching one couple more than the others, a particularly attractive pair of men who were grinding up against each other. He reveled in the blatant lust radiating off of them.

Jeonghan didn't want them, not really. He didn't want to take them home and play with them in tandem in the way he might have in the past.

But he liked watching them.

He tore his eyes away and searched the crowd for the one he did want.

There.

Seungcheol was squeezing his way through the pulsing bodies on the dance floor, a beer in one hand and a cocktail in the other. Jeonghan drank in the delectable sight of him.

He had let Jeonghan dress him. The human had grumbled against it, of course, but in the end, he'd complied beautifully anyway.

And Jeonghan had shown such restraint, really.

He'd kept it simple, decking Seungcheol out in a pair of tight black jeans and an even tighter black T-shirt, putting Seungcheol's golden skin and lickable muscles on delicious display. The black set off the human's dark curls, which he'd let Jeonghan put a little gel in, slicking them back from his face.

Jeonghan's cock twitched as he admired his sartorial work. The human looked like walking sex.

As did Jeonghan, obviously. He'd decided to play into the drama of the night—the night where Seungcheol was going to let Jeonghan bite him—and was wearing tight leather pants with a sheer baby-blue long-sleeved top. A dash of black eyeliner set off his pale-blue eyes, making them practically glow.

Seungcheol had swallowed hard at the sight of him, and Jeonghan had been tempted to forgo going out at all. To feed at home after feasting on Seungcheol's body in...other ways.

Feeding on Seungcheol. What a fucking concept.

Jeonghan had been stunned at the offer, honestly. The night before had been a bit of a whirlwind in more than one way. First there had been Seungcheol's unexpected jealousy. Jeonghan had thought they were backsliding—that Seungcheol was upset at the thought of Jeonghan, resident monster, drinking the blood of someone he knew. He'd been tickled pink to realize it was simple jealousy over Seungcheol thinking Jeonghan had fucked Dr. Lee.

As if Jeonghan would ever have such poor taste.

But the fact that Seungcheol wanted Jeonghan enough to wish him to forgo not only sleeping with other people but also drinking anyone else's blood was a heady thing. It was frankly ridiculous that Jeonghan had even had the restraint to give Seungcheol a day to think it over. His inner vamp had been raging, not used to being denied something Jeonghan wanted so very much.

But, watching his handsome human move through the crowd, Jeonghan was starting to think good things came to those who waited.

Seungcheol finally reached their little table, setting the two drinks down before sliding into the booth next to Jeonghan, both of them facing out to the crowd. He nodded to the couple Jeonghan had been watching, who were now making out somewhat ferociously, practically humping each other on the dance floor. "Do you know them?"