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Forgiveness-Story 2
Title: Forgiveness
Pairing: shimin
Genre: vampire!au
Rating: R
Summary: Night after night Siwon spent his days walking, never going anywhere, not until the pain and hunger became unbearable. Until he couldn’t take it anymore, until if he didn’t go, he would go insane.
Warning: MENTIONS OF BLOOD, RELIGIOUS THEMES TOUCHED/MENTIONED.
Note: Part of the vampire!au. None of the stories in this au are related to each other unless otherwise noted.
1.Inspired by this and thisand because I am sick and turned on by the crucifix Siwon is always wearing ^^
2. This was also one of the shimin drabbles I wrote some time ago.
“You have to want it.” Sungmin tells him. “You have to need. It’s the only way you’ll survive. Listen. The blood in their veins. You want them, Siwon. I know you do because I want them too.”
Siwon swallows. His throat has gone dry, body frozen as he gazes out at the girls playing in the field. Their parents are a few feet away watching them. A happy family, a beautiful picture.
“I can’t.” Siwon says. “They’re just girls.”
“Then not them.” Sungmin says coming behind, arms on those muscular shoulders. “Not, them, but the parents. “
Siwon shakes his head. He can feel Sungmin’s breath on the back of his neck. He closes his eyes and focuses on that, on the light wash of air on the back of his neck. He won’t think about the girls. He won’t think about their parents. But, most important, he will not think about the way their blood sounds as it rushes through their veins.
He won’t think about how it just gets louder, the sound of their hearts working hard, louder as the girls run faster, louder as their father gets up to chase them. Loud. So loud. But Siwon won’t think about that.
“Do it.” Sungmin breathes. “Do it once the parents go inside. The little one. She’s too young to remember much about life. Take her.”
Siwon swallows. He wants to think it’s because Sungmin is there, so close, right behind him, but he knows better.
His eyes follow the littlest girl, watch as her hair spreads out around her as she runs. He can already taste the blood from her veins. He can feel her little body going limp in his arms. Her blood in his mouth, filling him, quenching the thirst that has burned in him since Sungmin turned him, since Sungmin ruined his life.
“I can’t.” Siwon says. “Please, not them.”
Sungmin sighs behind him. “Okay Siwonnie, okay. Not them. We’ll find someone else. Don’t worry.”
Siwon turns, eyes desperate he knows, because there is always a punishment for not doing what Sungmin wants. Sungmin looks at him, hands coming to cup Siwon’s face.
“It’s still too early. You’re new at this. We’ll try again tomorrow.”
----
There had been no punishment that night. But then, Siwon wasn’t that innocent anymore.
He had killed people, had blood in his mouth, thick, warm and heavy. He’d felt women in his arms, supple waists melting in his hold as he bent them over his hand. He’d danced with them, flirted with them, courted them sometimes. He’d been a perfect gentleman to them so that they would trust him, so that they would walk with him.
He’d taken more from them, more than blood because blood was one thing, but Sungmin had taught him that there were ways to contain the thirst. If you drank just when the body before you was going to spill over with pleasure, if you drank blood mixed with pleasure, then you could push it off, feed less.
Siwon seduced them, brought them home. He’d watched them ride him, hair spilling over creamy breasts, soft hands on his chest. He’d watched them as they came undone, seen their eyes when he leaned in for their necks.
It was always the same look. Eyes dark with pleasure before he buried his face in their sweet smelling hair. Choked back moans before he pierced their skin with his teeth. Blood and pleasure went together, warm and thick, always thicker the closer they were to their climax. So many women. And only one man.
No, Siwon was not innocent anymore.
----
“What are you doing Siwon?”
Siwon freezes, knows there is no way to hide what he is doing. “I’m praying.”
Sungmin is there in a second, in front of Siwon, looking at him. Siwon expects cold eyes. He doesn’t get them. Sungmin’s eyes are wide, warm almost.
“Stand up.”
Siwon does it, gets up with that grace that belongs to their kind. He waits as Sungmin’s hands play with his shirt. Fingers unbutton his shirt, grazing against his chest.
This is Sungmin’s way of torturing him. Sungmin knows how to get at him. Sungmin knows that Siwon still dreams of all the people he has killed. Sungmin knows just how hard it is for Siwon to kill. He knows how hard it is for Siwon to admit that he fell because Siwon used to dream of a family.
“What is this?” Sungmin asks.
Siwon looks down and there is Sungmin’s hand, cradling his silver crucifix. It hangs on a long chain from his neck, long so that Sungmin won’t see it.
“It’s a crucifix.” Siwon says. “I was asking for forgiveness.”
Sungmin growls, teeth bared, as he yanks the chain. It breaks, gashing a red line across Siwon’s neck.
“No god can save you now.” Sungmin says, feather soft words as he leans to lick along the already fading mark on Siwon’s neck. “You’re mine.”
Siwon shivers, his body betraying him as his hands reach for Sungmin’s face. Teeth clash against lips and warm blood floods Siwon’s mouth. He can’t help the moan that rips from his throat as Sungmin pushes him down on the bed.
They tear at clothes, Siwon choking back the guilt because he’s so eager, so needy as he pushes Sungmin’s shirt off his pale shoulders. Each touch burns along their skin because that’s the way they’re made, so receptive, so sensitive to touch.
Sungmin’s mouth along his chest, leaving wet trials as he licks down Siwon’s stomach. Sungmin’s hands pushing the last bit of Siwon’s clothes away. Sungmin’s slow slide up Siwon’s body. The molding of their lips, the way Sungmin pushes his way into Siwon’s mouth. All of it hits him hard.
Sungmin is like no one Siwon has ever had before. He is who made him. With Sungmin Siwon finds home. With him Siwon lets go because Sungmin knows just where to push to get him to come undone. It’s like the abused child who always, always goes back home to his parents, because he knows nothing else.
“Moan for me.” Sungmin says to him.
Siwon meets those dark eyes. Sungmin smiles at him, moves his hand so that it brushes against Siwon. He chokes back a moan. But, Sungmin is watching him now, eyes intense, focused as he positions himself above Siwon.
Siwon turns away, refuses to look at Sungmin as he sinks down on him, refuses to look into those eyes. He refuses to give in any more than he already has. He turns because he doesn’t want to see his face reflected in Sungmin’s dark eyes. He doesn’t want to see the pleasure that mars his face.
He chooses to look at Sungmin’s hand, the hand that is by his head, still wrapped around the silver crucifix. Siwon stares at it, at the silver chain. It stares back at him, mocking him.
“Beg for forgiveness Siwon.” Sungmin says in his ear. “Look at it and beg.”
Siwon begs.
----
In their world nothing exists, nothing but the hiding, the constant struggle to not be seen, to be invisible. Every night, they come out just to kill. It’s sickening, sickening to Siwon because he was a good boy, one of the chosen ones. He had planned his life, was going to go have a family, teach his children to be good Christians.
He had his life planned and then Sungmin came into the picture. Sungmin who had watched him, taken care of him, Sungmin who had finally made him what he was now. Sungmin who had bitten him, had drunk his blood until those plump lips were soaked deep red. Sungmin who had shown Siwon what it was like to feel, to just feel and let go. Sungmin who was so perfect.
Night after night Siwon spent his days walking, never going anywhere, not until the pain and hunger became unbearable. Until he couldn’t take it anymore, until if he didn’t go, he would go insane. Then, he’d walk in the market, the square. The people he killed, the ones he took for his own. They had lives too and he was taking them. They had children. They were human and he killed them to stay alive.
----
Siwon looks back at Sungmin. He is sitting on the chair by the window, chest uncovered, white and gleaming in the light of the moon. Siwon looks at him and wonders when he’ll have the courage to run away.
“You won’t leave.” Sungmin says turning to look at him, eyes a strange silvery gray in the light. “I know you won’t.”
Siwon blinks. Even now, his thoughts aren’t safe. He lives in a world where Sungmin knows everything. Every thought that goes through his head, every unnecessary breath he takes, every muscle he does or doesn’t move; Sungmin knows it all.
“Come here.” Sungmin says.
Siwon looks at him, walks over. Sungmin moves so that Siwon can slide in behind him, his arms circling Sungmin’s waist. He leans back, Sungmin’s body firm against his, back to chest. Sungmin smells like home. Sungmin knows this too.
“You won’t leave.” Sungmin repeats, stretching out his legs on the windowsill.
Siwon closes his eyes, face half buried in Sungmin’s hair. He sighs as he feels Sungmin’s fingertips on his arm. He isn’t safe here. Sungmin knows him, knows everything about him, so Sungmin knows exactly how much Siwon wishes he could leave. He wants to leave and he wonders just when he will have courage to kill Sungmin.
“You won’t kill me.” Sungmin says.
Siwon sighs.
If he weren’t so in love, he would hate Sungmin.
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I actually like this so if you didn't then I don't want to hear it ^^
Pairing: shimin
Genre: vampire!au
Rating: R
Summary: Night after night Siwon spent his days walking, never going anywhere, not until the pain and hunger became unbearable. Until he couldn’t take it anymore, until if he didn’t go, he would go insane.
Warning: MENTIONS OF BLOOD, RELIGIOUS THEMES TOUCHED/MENTIONED.
Note: Part of the vampire!au. None of the stories in this au are related to each other unless otherwise noted.
1.Inspired by this and this
2. This was also one of the shimin drabbles I wrote some time ago.
“You have to want it.” Sungmin tells him. “You have to need. It’s the only way you’ll survive. Listen. The blood in their veins. You want them, Siwon. I know you do because I want them too.”
Siwon swallows. His throat has gone dry, body frozen as he gazes out at the girls playing in the field. Their parents are a few feet away watching them. A happy family, a beautiful picture.
“I can’t.” Siwon says. “They’re just girls.”
“Then not them.” Sungmin says coming behind, arms on those muscular shoulders. “Not, them, but the parents. “
Siwon shakes his head. He can feel Sungmin’s breath on the back of his neck. He closes his eyes and focuses on that, on the light wash of air on the back of his neck. He won’t think about the girls. He won’t think about their parents. But, most important, he will not think about the way their blood sounds as it rushes through their veins.
He won’t think about how it just gets louder, the sound of their hearts working hard, louder as the girls run faster, louder as their father gets up to chase them. Loud. So loud. But Siwon won’t think about that.
“Do it.” Sungmin breathes. “Do it once the parents go inside. The little one. She’s too young to remember much about life. Take her.”
Siwon swallows. He wants to think it’s because Sungmin is there, so close, right behind him, but he knows better.
His eyes follow the littlest girl, watch as her hair spreads out around her as she runs. He can already taste the blood from her veins. He can feel her little body going limp in his arms. Her blood in his mouth, filling him, quenching the thirst that has burned in him since Sungmin turned him, since Sungmin ruined his life.
“I can’t.” Siwon says. “Please, not them.”
Sungmin sighs behind him. “Okay Siwonnie, okay. Not them. We’ll find someone else. Don’t worry.”
Siwon turns, eyes desperate he knows, because there is always a punishment for not doing what Sungmin wants. Sungmin looks at him, hands coming to cup Siwon’s face.
“It’s still too early. You’re new at this. We’ll try again tomorrow.”
----
There had been no punishment that night. But then, Siwon wasn’t that innocent anymore.
He had killed people, had blood in his mouth, thick, warm and heavy. He’d felt women in his arms, supple waists melting in his hold as he bent them over his hand. He’d danced with them, flirted with them, courted them sometimes. He’d been a perfect gentleman to them so that they would trust him, so that they would walk with him.
He’d taken more from them, more than blood because blood was one thing, but Sungmin had taught him that there were ways to contain the thirst. If you drank just when the body before you was going to spill over with pleasure, if you drank blood mixed with pleasure, then you could push it off, feed less.
Siwon seduced them, brought them home. He’d watched them ride him, hair spilling over creamy breasts, soft hands on his chest. He’d watched them as they came undone, seen their eyes when he leaned in for their necks.
It was always the same look. Eyes dark with pleasure before he buried his face in their sweet smelling hair. Choked back moans before he pierced their skin with his teeth. Blood and pleasure went together, warm and thick, always thicker the closer they were to their climax. So many women. And only one man.
No, Siwon was not innocent anymore.
----
“What are you doing Siwon?”
Siwon freezes, knows there is no way to hide what he is doing. “I’m praying.”
Sungmin is there in a second, in front of Siwon, looking at him. Siwon expects cold eyes. He doesn’t get them. Sungmin’s eyes are wide, warm almost.
“Stand up.”
Siwon does it, gets up with that grace that belongs to their kind. He waits as Sungmin’s hands play with his shirt. Fingers unbutton his shirt, grazing against his chest.
This is Sungmin’s way of torturing him. Sungmin knows how to get at him. Sungmin knows that Siwon still dreams of all the people he has killed. Sungmin knows just how hard it is for Siwon to kill. He knows how hard it is for Siwon to admit that he fell because Siwon used to dream of a family.
“What is this?” Sungmin asks.
Siwon looks down and there is Sungmin’s hand, cradling his silver crucifix. It hangs on a long chain from his neck, long so that Sungmin won’t see it.
“It’s a crucifix.” Siwon says. “I was asking for forgiveness.”
Sungmin growls, teeth bared, as he yanks the chain. It breaks, gashing a red line across Siwon’s neck.
“No god can save you now.” Sungmin says, feather soft words as he leans to lick along the already fading mark on Siwon’s neck. “You’re mine.”
Siwon shivers, his body betraying him as his hands reach for Sungmin’s face. Teeth clash against lips and warm blood floods Siwon’s mouth. He can’t help the moan that rips from his throat as Sungmin pushes him down on the bed.
They tear at clothes, Siwon choking back the guilt because he’s so eager, so needy as he pushes Sungmin’s shirt off his pale shoulders. Each touch burns along their skin because that’s the way they’re made, so receptive, so sensitive to touch.
Sungmin’s mouth along his chest, leaving wet trials as he licks down Siwon’s stomach. Sungmin’s hands pushing the last bit of Siwon’s clothes away. Sungmin’s slow slide up Siwon’s body. The molding of their lips, the way Sungmin pushes his way into Siwon’s mouth. All of it hits him hard.
Sungmin is like no one Siwon has ever had before. He is who made him. With Sungmin Siwon finds home. With him Siwon lets go because Sungmin knows just where to push to get him to come undone. It’s like the abused child who always, always goes back home to his parents, because he knows nothing else.
“Moan for me.” Sungmin says to him.
Siwon meets those dark eyes. Sungmin smiles at him, moves his hand so that it brushes against Siwon. He chokes back a moan. But, Sungmin is watching him now, eyes intense, focused as he positions himself above Siwon.
Siwon turns away, refuses to look at Sungmin as he sinks down on him, refuses to look into those eyes. He refuses to give in any more than he already has. He turns because he doesn’t want to see his face reflected in Sungmin’s dark eyes. He doesn’t want to see the pleasure that mars his face.
He chooses to look at Sungmin’s hand, the hand that is by his head, still wrapped around the silver crucifix. Siwon stares at it, at the silver chain. It stares back at him, mocking him.
“Beg for forgiveness Siwon.” Sungmin says in his ear. “Look at it and beg.”
Siwon begs.
----
In their world nothing exists, nothing but the hiding, the constant struggle to not be seen, to be invisible. Every night, they come out just to kill. It’s sickening, sickening to Siwon because he was a good boy, one of the chosen ones. He had planned his life, was going to go have a family, teach his children to be good Christians.
He had his life planned and then Sungmin came into the picture. Sungmin who had watched him, taken care of him, Sungmin who had finally made him what he was now. Sungmin who had bitten him, had drunk his blood until those plump lips were soaked deep red. Sungmin who had shown Siwon what it was like to feel, to just feel and let go. Sungmin who was so perfect.
Night after night Siwon spent his days walking, never going anywhere, not until the pain and hunger became unbearable. Until he couldn’t take it anymore, until if he didn’t go, he would go insane. Then, he’d walk in the market, the square. The people he killed, the ones he took for his own. They had lives too and he was taking them. They had children. They were human and he killed them to stay alive.
----
Siwon looks back at Sungmin. He is sitting on the chair by the window, chest uncovered, white and gleaming in the light of the moon. Siwon looks at him and wonders when he’ll have the courage to run away.
“You won’t leave.” Sungmin says turning to look at him, eyes a strange silvery gray in the light. “I know you won’t.”
Siwon blinks. Even now, his thoughts aren’t safe. He lives in a world where Sungmin knows everything. Every thought that goes through his head, every unnecessary breath he takes, every muscle he does or doesn’t move; Sungmin knows it all.
“Come here.” Sungmin says.
Siwon looks at him, walks over. Sungmin moves so that Siwon can slide in behind him, his arms circling Sungmin’s waist. He leans back, Sungmin’s body firm against his, back to chest. Sungmin smells like home. Sungmin knows this too.
“You won’t leave.” Sungmin repeats, stretching out his legs on the windowsill.
Siwon closes his eyes, face half buried in Sungmin’s hair. He sighs as he feels Sungmin’s fingertips on his arm. He isn’t safe here. Sungmin knows him, knows everything about him, so Sungmin knows exactly how much Siwon wishes he could leave. He wants to leave and he wonders just when he will have courage to kill Sungmin.
“You won’t kill me.” Sungmin says.
Siwon sighs.
If he weren’t so in love, he would hate Sungmin.
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I actually like this so if you didn't then I don't want to hear it ^^