Blood Is Thicker (Minewet Vampire/Bloodslave AU)

Chapter 4

Minho could not focus for the immortal life of him.

He was supposed to be reading over some of the process of what his father did for a living because one day he was supposed to take over the family business of capturing humans. But his mind kept going back to the night before with Newt.

Minho had showered right after, thinking maybe that would help get the scent of Newt off of him since they had been pressed together at one point. But he only ended up pleasuring himself to the brink of bliss again, Newt's moans and gasps echoing through his head with the sight of the blond lewd and arched off the bed seared into his mind. And he felt absolutely ridiculous for it. He was getting himself so worked up over that damn human.

Newt was just a human! Besides, even if he wasn't, he and Minho were complete opposites. But were they? Minho had come to the realization over sitting at his desk and re-reading the same paragraph ten times because he kept thinking elsewhere, that he really didn't even know what kind of person Newt was at all. He was pretty sure he was never going to find out though now that he had partially taken advantage of the bloke. Even if he had given in by the end...

Finally, he couldn't take it anymore and got up from his desk. He walked over to the small room he kept Newt in and took a deep breath before unlocking the door, then slowly opening it. He didn't dare look at his bloodslave until inside and having shut the door behind him, but once he did turn and their gazes met, he instantly met with a deathly glare that he knew meant, "don't you dare come any closer".

The blond boy never tore his eyes away and scooted as far back on the bed as possible. And since his bed was pushed to the corner of the room, he had put himself in the corner, knees bent up almost like a scared child. Although, his face showed anything except fear, it displayed fury and humiliation. He definitely had the glare down to be a menacing vampire.

"I just want to talk, okay?" Minho began softly as he took a small step closer.

Newt pressed himself into the corner further somehow, "I don't want to bloody listen to anything you have to say. I was beginning to trust you, and you betrayed me, now get out."His accent seemed thicker somehow when he was angry. Minho had never noticed.

Minho wanted to punch Newt in the face just for that. He wanted to tell the human to just forget it then and take everything away and chain him back up and drain the life out of him. He was beginning to wonder if maybe he really had screwed all this up completely and he should just go back to taking what's his. But...Newt's blood had tasted so good the day before...especially when he had started to feel pleasure. Minho's mouth began to water a bit just thinking about it. "No. Now look, I only did that because it makes the feeding hurt a lot less. And it worked didn't it? I wasn't doing it to hurt you, I was trying to help." He almost suprised himself in how genuine he sounded.

Newt's expression softened ever so slightly. But he only shifted enough to not be so tense, "...Is that really the only way...?"

Minho sighed a bit, "Well I mean drugging you would work too, but that harms you too. I don't want that." In reality he knew it would back up progress and a human with drugs in their system usually tasted awful. "I'm sorry for what I did. I shouldn't have, and I swear I won't do it again without your consent."

There was a heavy silence in the air between them as the human looked over his captor. Eventually, he took a small breath and looked away, "Fine...you can bloody feed on me, but I don't trust you as much."

The vampire nodded slightly. "Okay then..." He replied, and turned to leave. "I'll be bringing your meal in a little while."

"Wait."