Devilish hook-up |seongjoong|

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Seonghwa:

The oppressive silence of my apartment was broken only by the soft creaking of the floorboards and the muffled sound of my ragged breathing. I sat huddled in the corner, my back pressed against the wall, my eyes wide with terror. My reflection in the dimly lit mirror was a grotesque distortion of my human form. Sharp claws protruded from my fingernails, my eyes tinted in glowing red, and my sharp fangs bared in a feral snarl. I tried to suppress the urge to go wild and devour Hongjoong.

My mind raced, filled with conflicting emotions. I needed him to the point I wanted to hurt him, but that wasn't right. My demonic instincts threatened to consume him, to turn him into a monster like me. I couldn't let that happen. I couldn't hurt the man I cared for most.

I closed my eyes. My mind flooded with vivid memories. I saw myself, and Hongjoong, lost in passion, our desire burning bright. All the things I did to him that night were the key focus. But the memory was tainted, twisted by dark impulses that now consumed me. I wanted to do far more to Hongjoong.

I shuddered, my body trembling with a mixture of desire and revulsion. I wanted to repeat that night, to experience that same intensity of passion. But I also knew my desires had evolved, growing darker and more sinister. I wanted to do more than just make love to Hongjoong. I wanted to possess him, to control him, to make him mine and only mine.

The thought filled me with a sickening thrill but also a deep sense of guilt. I couldn't betray Hongjoong like that. I couldn't hurt him. But the temptation was too strong. The darkness within me was too powerful.

I gripped my head tighter, my knuckles turning white. I had to fight that. I had to resist the urge to give in to my demonic desires. But as the memories of Hongjoong's face faded from my mind, so too did my resolve.

I finally managed to calm down and return to my human form. Looking around the room, I noticed the damage I had caused. There were scratch marks on the floor. And the bedside lamp was broken. I needed to clean up this mess, but as I was going to get cleaning supplies, my phone notified me about a new message. I checked my phone, and my heart sank. Hongjoong had texted me. That was the worst timing. I felt my demonic urges as I opened the message. Hongjoong asked me to his place for a movie night. If it was only the two of us, I wouldn't be able to hold back. So, I asked him if this was going to be a date. Joong quickly responded that his friends would be there, too. After reading that, I knew it would be okay. I quickly wrote a response, and Hongjoong sent me his address. I didn't need it.

Today, I rode my bike to Hongjoong's place because it was too light outside for a flight. I arrived just in time. I left my bike down and headed up to Hongjoong's door. Before I could ring the bell, someone opened the door. It was San's pet. He welcomed me with a wide smile and led me inside. In the living room, were gathered seven people. I didn't expect to see my brother among them, but there he sat. San gave me a devilish grin. He was up to something again.

"Seonghwa, come here!" Hongjoong smiled at me.

I went to him, sitting on the spot he had saved me. Then, Hongjoong introduced his friends to me. There were enough people to help me keep my cool. And San could prevent anything if needed. I felt a wave of relief washing over my body.

Once all of us settled, they played the movie. We were watching a horror movie about demonic possession. It was kinda cringe because this wasn't the way we did it in reality. None of us has stolen bodies. Our possession was more like playing with a marionette doll. But I tried to ignore it. I was here because of Hongjoong and not that stupid movie.

As we progressed with the movie, Hongjoong snuggled at me. I had to concentrate on something else. Otherwise, it could get bad. I glanced at my bother, but he was busy being possessive of his boy toy. I looked aside, ignoring Hongjoong's closeness. But he moved closer, and I could feel his hot breath on my neck. I was starting to hear my inner demonic voice. It was whispering to me sinful thoughts. I had to ignore it.

"Take him, devour him! Make him yours here and now!" the voice in my head said.

I couldn't listen. I had to avoid it. I tried to concentrate on the movie. But the constant voice in my head was preventing me. I leaned my head on Hongjoong. I wanted to run away and lock myself up. I couldn't stay and hurt him because I couldn't control myself. I needed to leave or at least distance myself from Hongjoong. Something came to my mind.

"Joong, where's the bathroom?" I whispered.

"First door on the left," he replied.

I took the chance and left the room. I barely walked to the bathroom, fighting the urge to turn into the demon I was. Somehow, I managed to lock the door and leaned over the sink. In the mirror, I saw my eyes faintly glowing red, and my fangs were showing slightly. A little longer there, and I was screwed. Yet, I managed to slip out on time.

Hongjoong:

Seonghwa took a lot of time in the bathroom, and I decided to check on him. I walked to the bathroom door and knocked on the door. At first, there was no response. I counted to three and went to knock again. But before I could do so, Seonghwa opened the door. His face was wet, water dripping from his chin. I reached my hand to touch his face and check for fever. His eyes were spaced out.

"Hey, are you okay? You seem a bit off," I asked, concern laced in my voice.

"Yeah, just a bit tired," Seonghwa responded, leaning on my hand.

"Wanna lay down in my room for a bit?" I asked next.

Seonghwa nodded to my suggestion, and I led him to my room. Once inside, Seonghwa lay in my bed, resting his head on the soft pillow. I sat beside him, caressing his soft hair. He was beautiful even when he was tired. As I admired his handsome face, Hwa took my hand and pulled me closer. He kissed my lips. My head turned into a total mess. His touch and soft kisses made me numb.

"Joong, if you stay longer, I'll devour you," Hwa said, his voice was so sexy.

"I don't care," I told him, kissing him back.

A moment later, I ended up under Seonghwa. I looked him in the eyes, ready to get eaten up. There was a slight red glow in his eyes, and his fans were slightly longer. Probably, I was imagining things because of the movie we were watching. There was something else I had to concentrate on. His kisses burned me.

As we were kissing, I felt his hands removing my shirt. He could do everything for me. Soon, we were both naked, and his hands were doing their magic. I was overstimulated. I felt everything he did to me, and I didn't care. Even his bites, drawing blood, felt good. I was at his mercy.