CAPTIVATED || JEONGCHEOL

ᡣ𐭩 . Thirteen

Jeonghan was never much of a manwhore. Only fucked around once in a while when he found a knight or maid that suited his tastes, just as a quick relief when the stress of his father's obnoxious efforts to wed him so quickly got to him.

Of course, they were to be rid of after their encounter. Jeonghan didn't have much care whether they were fired, burnt or beheaded.

Truth is, Jeonghan was much more devious than he let on. And well, even though he was practically drugged-and-fucked, it didn't bother him much since the person that did the 'fucking' was Seungcheol.

The embodiment of greed and gluttony.

After what felt like a thousand orgasms after, Jeonghan, as a normal human would, collapsed and fell asleep as the exhausting rhythm caught up with him. After the third round, Seungcheol was fully disheveled and stopped putting care in his thrusts, instead pounding into Jeonghan with full force.

The night was filled with desire, want, craving. Something that both men never felt before, true lust. The need to mate and touch, it sparked something in Seungcheol, something that was hidden for the past few months that he couldn't quite uncover.

That was until now.

A few moments after Jeonghan lost consciousness, a surprising chorus of hard thumps began to beat in Seungcheol's undead heart. And not soon after that, his inner beast had began chanting Jeonghan's name like a mantra.

Jeonghan, Jeonghan, Jeonghan, Jeonghan, Jeonghan, Jeonghan.

Mate.

Seunghcheol's eyes widened as the sudden feeling of overprotectiveness and yearning daggered into his chest. Seungcheol had now found his mate.

After years of searching and failing, Seungcheol gave up on the idea of a lover. It just wasn't something in his line of sight. But now, as he lowered his gaze to the beautiful human mogul, he couldn't stop himself from indulging in this pleasantly twisting feeling. It's almost like he felt some sort of new found fondness for Jeonghan.

His petulance caused him to run away. I mean, how could he possibly be mated to the prince of Dreantist? If we were to be honest, a vampire that's newly bonded will barely survive a few hours away from their mate. It seems Seungcheol didn't know that.

His inner beast mocked him, are you stupid? Mate, now. Need our mate, need to hold, need to fuck.

"You fucking idiot! This wasn't the plan!" He raged at his inner beast as he made his way back to his room. "Leave it up to fate to fuck everything up!" His yells were loud enough to wake up some of the maids who peeked out of their door to see what the commotion was. But Seungcheol was too quick.

"You all heard a cat kick a bucket over then went back to sleep." Compulsion was Seungcheol's best work, he had mastered it at this point because of his frequent use of the tainted method. The 5 maids withdrew their heads from the doorway and closed their doors behind them.

Bring him back. Mate. Mate.

"Shut up you beast." He rasped as he entered his room.

Stop denying then.

"I'm not denying shit."

Yes. You are.

Seungcheol groaned in response and decided to just sleep, which was something a vampire didn't really need but it always served as a good time-waster.

Bring us back to our mate.

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"You look like a painting."

Jeonghan turned to see Seungcheol at his bedside, with a... look of longing?

"What?"

Alas, Seungcheol couldn't stay away. It took 20 minutes of tossing and turning in his bed before he practically ran back to his mate.

Jesus Christ Seungcheol, get a hold of yourself.

Seungcheol snapped out of his daze and let out a groan as he cleared his throat, "a letter came for you."

He extended his hand out and in-between his fingers was a beautiful gold envelope with a blood red crest. One that Jeonghan was particularly familiar with.

Jeonghan's eyes widened abnormally which made Seungcheol twitch involuntarily at the displeasure of his mate.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He ripped the envelope out of Seungcheol's hand and rushed to open it. "You're not being fucking serious right now!"

There he was again, the brat.

After he unfolded the delicate piece of paper, he immediately ran his gaze through the letter before landing on one wicked name.

Love,  Julia.

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Yall this is such a mess I'm sorry. My writing style's all over the place bcs im trying to experiment with something new.
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