Your Vanilla Scent (Junhao)

Jun

The next two weeks passed peacefully enough. There was no further word from the den. No more strange visitors, no more threats.

Jun still couldn't help feeling like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Which didn't mean that the past two weeks weren't the happiest in Jun's life (not that there was much competition in that regard, at least not before arriving in Hyde Park).

They had been, most of all, a revelation in all things Myungho. Or maybe an...intensification.

Because it wasn't until Myungho's barriers relaxed that Jun realized how many there had been, how terrified his vampire had been of judgment and rejection.

It was as if Jun's turning, now topped with the new assurance that Myungho would be able to stay in Hyde Park as long as he wanted, had taken down the final barrier in Myungho's mind about the two of them, the last layer of insecurity about his perceived weaknesses.

Myungho no longer pretended he didn't hate being alone.

He was open about the fact that he wanted Jun around him all the time, if possible. He was clear about exactly how much he wanted to be touched. To be held, really. He was constantly tucking himself under Jun's arm, or throwing himself onto Jun's back. When they were alone at home, he would jump onto his tiptoes, wrap his arms around Jun's neck, and insist on being carried around the house.

He'd been adorably shy about it the first time, but the rush of Jun's satisfaction through the bond quickly reassured him, and now Myungho never hesitated in initiating touch of any kind. Because that was the thing Myungho was clearly beginning to realize: Myungho may have been codependent, but Jun was just as bad. He reveled in Myungho's need for him, in their constant physical contact. His beast...hungered...always, for Myungho.

And that led, often, to more intimate forms of touch. Faced with Jun's monstrous appetite for him, Myungho had become more comfortable in asking for what he'd started calling "loving time," in which he laid back and let Jun worship his body, take him apart piece by piece while telling him all the while how perfect, how gorgeous, how good he was.

It was Jun's favorite fucking pastime.

Or was that watching movies, when Myungho talked through every scene, his reactions loud and sincere and ridiculous? Or was it just every single moment he was allowed to stay by Myungho's side?

So now Jun found himself at Death by Coffee, waiting on his vampire, content to be there for Myungho to wave and smile at between customers, accepting Colin's sardonic raised brows at his choice of reading material (Jane Eyre, at Myungho's insistence).

And then, as Jun turned another page of his ridiculous book, a stocky dark-haired man walked in, stomping the snow off his boots at the door, and there it was—the other shoe.

Sergei Kalchik, formerly his father's right-hand man, now his brother's.

Observing the familiar form take in the café, seeing one of the exact people he'd been dreading having follow him finally there...it was surprisingly anticlimactic.

Jun was a fucking vampire now. What the hell were any small-time mobsters actually going to be able to do to him?

He watched as Myungho waved at the newcomer with his usual full enthusiasm. "Welcome to Death by Coffee!"

Sergei grunted back at him before his attention zoomed instantly in on Jun in the corner; he must have already seen him through the window.

Jun grinned broadly in greeting, placing his book carefully on the table, and that reaction had even the ever-stoic Sergei blinking in surprise. Meanwhile, Jun could feel his inner beast perking up in interest at the potential for violence. The greedy thing was usually content enough, as long as they were near their mate (touching their mate, tasting their mate, fucking their mate), but it clearly wouldn't mind reveling in a little bloodshed now and then.