Almost fascinated, his glance examinating every curves, Taehyung's fingers were caressing the silver dagger under the dim light of the lamp – it was pretty, so little yet so sharp at the same time, just like the human being, Min Yoongi, smiled the vampire imperceptibly as he pictured in his mind the image of the young man.
Despite his appareance (short, pale skin, oh so sweet delicious blood coursing through his veins) the human was dangerous; he was a vampire hunter, an enemy, a small mortal creature who wouldn't think twice before piercing his heart or cutting off his head but Taehyung couldn't care less, he put back the dagger where the vampire had taken it before, in a hidden drawer.
Taehyung loved thrills, chills, moments when everything could change dramatically because the thing (the deal) he had with Yoongi was fragile, it could break at any given moment and he loved that, that uncertainty, it was exciting but that wasn't what was turning him on the most, no, it was the feeling the vampire had every time he would feed on the human, the pleasure, an addiction.
That was why the vampire was now wandering casually in the hunter's new hotel room, noticing the spacious bed at the center of the room, the beautiful and haunting view of Seoul in the dark of the night, the simple yet classy furniture (transparent table, artsy paintings, leather couch) scattered near the other side next to, Taehyung guessed, the bathroom, but the vampire stopped his exploration as soon as he heard the front door unlocking.
He smiled, it was him.
Throwing his bag in a corner, peeling off his black coat from his body, Yoongi would usually let himself fall on the bed, exhausted, the adrenaline rush of hunting vanished yet (and that was the problem) it didn't vanish. At all. He slowed down his steps, until he was standing still in the middle of the room, his senses on edge. Maybe he was being paranoid? Maybe he was going crazy? After all, hunting vampires for hours in the streets would affect anyone's mental health but there was no mistaking that overwhelming presence, he could feel him.
"Taehyung..."
A warm and deep voice whispered in his left ear, "I'm just right here, behind you."
Unfazed, Yoongi turned around and met the persistent gaze of the blonde vampire,"What do you want?"
A lot of things – Taehyung was bored and thirsty tonight; his body was craving for blood but not any kind of blood, it was craving for Yoongi's blood, sweet, fruity, mellow and intoxicating but Taehyung was greedy so it wasn't enough, he wanted sex also (well, he wanted so many other things from Yoongi actually that he had a hard time to keep up with all of his needs.)
"You, all of you tonight." he stated simply, licking his bottom lip.
The hunter frowned, hardly hiding his annoyance because seduction had always been a weapon for vampires, and Jimin, the silver-haired vampire the hunter had wounded several hours ago (too bad he had failed killing him) had demonstrated that again: they loved seduction, they loved manipulating humans because forcing them to do what they wanted was power for those bloodsuckers or more specifically in Taehyung's case, a game – a game that Yoongi was willing to play.
"You know," trailed off the hunter as one of his hands was running on his chest, higher, near his neck, "I'm not really in the mood to please you. I want to choke you to death instead."
Seducing Yoongi was a challenge, and Taehyung loved the idea of it. If he had to go through a little of pain to obtain what he wanted (the hunter begging him for more), he would gladly do so. Relaxed, he let the human loosen up his belt swiftly with his other hand and without preamble Yoongi grabbed his flaccid member and trapped it between the elastic of his underwear and his skin so that only his head was free – visible, at his mercy.
