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Wooyoung can’t believe his luck. He always has showed interest in historical topics, it was a big part why they offered him the job, but they continued giving him anything but historical topics. He is often stuck with having to do a piece about culture, culture! The least they could give him was culture heritage, but no! Can you believe it? Anything related to history almost always went to Jaehyung, 9 out of 10 times. Unbelievable. 

Wooyoung can’t understand why, the way Jaehyung writes is shallow and shows hardly any understanding of the topic. His team leader reassured him if he keeps delivering good articles, he will be rewarded with time. That was almost a year ago.

During the past year he often has thought about quitting his job even though he did quite like the company and his job there. The company has a good reputation and he can see a bright future there for his career. Wooyoung shakes his head, that's the past.

Today he is here. Finally, finally, they let him do a historical piece, a story to cover.

Well, it was more pushed into his lap since nobody seemed to want to cover this story. Most of them avoided their team leader this past week like if he was carrying. Hoping to get anything, but this story. Wooyoung didn't get it. Maybe the story isn't that exciting, maybe, but it’s just an old mansion?

Yes, there were rumors, but those didn’t scare him.

The rumors talk about the mansion being cursed, the man who is supposedly living there is known to be creepy and some call him‘undead’. People say the whole place is shady as hell. Wooyoung doesn’t understand the rumor about it being shady. If it this whole place is so shady. Why allow the company to come to his mansion to make a story about it and agree to an interview?

That doesn’t sound like somebody who is shady would do. Not to Wooyoung at least. He ponders over this for a bit before someone snaps him out of his thoughts. 'Sir, sir."

Wooyoung looks towards the voice and sees his driver look at him in contemplation, "sir, we have arrived."

Wooyoung smiles, "oh yes, thank you!" he grabs his backpack, paying the man and thanking him for his service as he gets out. He can’t’ help, but feel the driver is staring at him, but Wooyoung ignores it as he shuts the door and walks away from the car.

A big iron gate signs the beginning of the property of the mansion. It's big property. Wooyoung already knows when he looked over the 200-year-old blueprints he find in the town's archives. There wasn’t any recent one, not any of the last 200 years, which was a bit strange. Normally such properties get their blueprints updated a bit megularly. 

He wouldn't have found 50 years strange, but 200?

Wooyoung turns when he doesn't hear the driver driving away. 
The taxi is still standing there, with the taxi driver looking fearfully out of his window at the big gate.

Wooyoung tries his luck.

"Kind man, wouldn’t you be so kind and drive me any closer to the mansion itself?"

Wooyoung already asked this earlier, he refused, it doesn’t bring harm to try again, but to no avail as the taxi driver's face pales and swiftly shakes his head repeatedly, "sorry to be so blunt sir, but you’re insane for going in there and I would like to keep my sanity."

Wooyoung smiles disappointedly as he hums to the taxi driver’s words. Turning back to the gate as the taxi drivers says his last words: "Be careful… don’t hesitate to leave at any moment."

Wooyoung, turns one more time to thank the driver, to which the driver nods and swiftly drive off.
A cold breeze crawls through the trees, tickling Wooyoung's skin. He shudders, he is alone now.

Wooyoung takes in the gate. An grey black iron gate with sharp golden tips.

It's in a good state for what he assumes is over 300 years old. He takes a mental note to ask the age to its the owner later on.

He studies the gate a bit closer, in the middle of the gate, above the lock is carved a beautiful crest in gold. Wooyoung knows of the crest after his extensive research, it's the crest of the family of Kang.

Wooyoung decides not to stall any further. He pushes on the gate and with a loud creak it opens.

He slips past the small opening he has made for himself before he closes it behind him. He pulls maybe a little too hard as he hears the iron gate slams shut in its lock with a loud bang, startling him a bit.

There is a gravel road and Wooyoung knows he has no choice but to start walking.

The road is full off curves and bends. On each side of the gravel road is forest, thick rows of trees, he can't see where it ends. He can’t see the mansion yet, but it's a long road.

He does start to fret about the time, but is relieved to see it’s only 10:43. He’s still seventeen minutes early, but as he looks ahead with no mansion in sight he knows he needs all of those minutes to get to his destination.

Wooyoung keeps walking and slowly trees emerge on all sides of him. The gravel road is surrounded by trees. He can’t see the gate anymore nor a mansion, only a path between the trees. It's relatively sunny day, but yet it is dark here. The forest around creates a dark roof.

Leaving Wooyoung on a warm autumn’s day in the shadows.

Wooyoung is surprised to hear the sounds of a vehicle behind him. A vrooming sounding like a scooter or motorcycle as such.

He turns to see a headlight of a vehicle approaching with fast speed.

Coming closer he sees he was right and it’s a motorcycle.

For a second Wooyoung is afraid he can’t be spotted and will be run over. He quickly throws that fear out of the window, because even though its relatively dark under the trees, it’s obvious someone is standing here.

That assumption is quickly proven correctly when the motorcycle nears him and slows down. Stopping right besides him.

Wooyoung glances at the motorcycle, on the side is written 'Kawasaki'.

Whatever brand that is, it looks expensive. The motor has a vivid red matt color, it's a motorcycle where the driver has to lean forward. Wooyoung doesn’t know much about motorcycles, but he is sure it’s one for the fast rides.

Wooyoung glances up when he notices the driver is sitting back and taking of his helmet.

It reveals a man. A man with beautiful light brown hair which gracefully falls down onto his face with a gentle swoop. He is truly stunning.

The man can't be much older than Wooyoung himself, or even the same age he guesses.

The driver of the motor is wearing a black leather jacket, with a simple beige sweater with a v-line, a beautiful golden pendant necklace hanging around his defined neck, combined with tight black pants, which are ripped on his knees.

"You’re the journalist?" The man's voice is remarkably deep and cold. He says this in a way it's a bit demeaning, with a sharp rumble going through his throat. Intimidating in a way that makes Wooyoung sway on his legs.

Wooyoung quickly steadies himself and reaches in the front pocket of his bag. He extends the man his business card, offering his hand.

"I'm Jung Wooyoung, mister Kang."

The motor driver, or well, the now identified mister Kang, looks at Wooyoung’s hand for a second, almost hesitating, but grabs it and shakes it shortly.

It's too short for Wooyoung to notice how cold it is. 

"Nice to meet you Wooyoung and please, it's Yeosang."

He flashes Wooyoung a smile. A smile so cold, yet so beautiful.

Wooyoung blushes.

"Ah- I, yes, okay, nice to meet you y-yes."

Ugh, why is he so flustered. Just because a pretty boy smiled at him?

Yeosang lifts his hand, with his thumb he gestures behind him, "you can get on, it will be quicker."

Wooyoung feels his heart stop for a second, ugh how many times is his body going to betray him like this.

He needs to stay sharp, this is work, not for fun, focus Jung Wooyoung, focus!

Yeosang hands his motorhelmet over to Wooyoung staring into his eyes.

Mesmerizing.

Wooyoung stares back a while, before he manages to avert his eyes.

He accepts the helmet, clinging onto it.

"Wait don’t you need a helmet?"

Yeosang smiles again, but it doesn't feel as cold this time.

"Don’t worry about me, we’ll be there shortly"

Yeosang steps towards Wooyoung and places his hand on his back, pushing him gently towards his motorcycle.

Yeosang sits himself down first, taking a seat on his red motorcycle. 

"Come." He extends his hand which Wooyoung accept, letting it help himself climb behind the man.

He looks at the man's leather back and down towards his hands.
Where does he hold onto?

This man is a stranger, who he doesn't know in the slightest, what is appropriate? To hold onto the seat?
He for sure will fall off. Holding the man's waist then?

It feels inappropriate, no? Yeosang starts revving up his motor and Wooyoung decides in a mini second to grab the man's waist. Tightly holding onto him.

A good decision as in the next moment they’re off with fast speed.
Wooyoung for sure would have fallen if he hadn't hold onto the man.

The motor roars away. The gravel flies in the air as they race on the road.

Wooyoung grabs on tighter, winding his arms around the man's waste when he feels himself slide off as they build speed.

He gasps, feeling how well build and slim Yeosang is.
He swallows some excess drool and lets himself enjoy the ride.

Well he tries, they're driving with such speed, it's hard to contain his nerves and his beating hard.

The road feels like never ending, but after maybe five or ten minutes he sees a huge mansion appear. It's colossal. Monstrous.

Monstrous yes. The man slows down, giving Wooyoung the opportunity to take in the dark mansion.
It's visibly old, with a feeling to it which makes your skin crawl.

Monstrous, but Wooyoung must say, it's ethereal. Ivy growing on the left side all the way to the third floor where on top there's a turret.
On the right side on the ground floor there are big windows. There must be a big room. A room that was used in the past to receive or host guest, maybe a big ball room.

A small round square in front of the house with a fountain covered in weed. Something that clearly has not been used for decades.

Then he lays his eyes on the big front door, of beautiful old dark wood. Leading up to it a big stone staircase, must be at least ten meters broad.

Wooyoung’s mouth hangs open as he takes it all in. He noticed they have stopped and before the man can comment on his gaping he quickly slides off. 

He makes a step towards to the big staircase. He turns to look around, big eyes taking it all in. He grabs onto one of the straps of his backpack tightly, feeling overwhelmed with the splender of it all.

The mysterious man Yeosang comes to stand beside Wooyoung, "it's stunning, isn't it?"

Wooyoung nods.

Yeosang turns towards him, holding out his hand, but it's clear he doesn't want it to be shaked. 
The man reaches out with his palm up as he expects Wooyoung to give him something. Wooyoung is confused and the man seems to sense it as he grabs Wooyoung's right hand.

Bowing slightly as he guides Wooyoung's hand towards his lips. Those plump dark red tinted lips, that Wooyoung was admiring just earlier, land on his hands placing a kiss.
Wooyoung’s cheeks grow warm, he’s hoping he isn’t visibly blushing.

Yeosang draws his lips back, releasing Wooyoung’s hand.

He smiles, without showing his teeth, Wooyoung notices he did this earlier too.

"Let me formally introduce myself, name is Yeosang, Kang Yeosang. I’m the duke of Kenneth and the owner of this estate, it’s a pleasure to meet you."

"L-likewise" he tries to compose himself so the heat in his cheeks will reduce. Get yourself together Wooyoung, he thinks to himself.

After the introduction Yeosang suggest they head in. Guiding Wooyoung to a bedroom where he will spend the one night as was discussed.

It was rather far from the city and getting here and to return in the same  day was a challenge too difficult to solve for Wooyoung or his team leader. Yeosang was so kind to offer a solution, offering Wooyoung to stay for a night. This also gave Wooyoung more time to explore the historical grounds so he is rather happy how it turned out.

Yeosang turns to where Wooyoung stands in the middle of the bedroom, "lunch will be served at 12:15". Wooyoung has noticed it before too, but there's a certain smoothness and elegance to the way of his speaking. Not only that, but some of the words the duke used when walked up towards this room were unusual, a bit outdated... Certainly he is a duke.

Yeosang leaves the room shortly after, given Wooyoung the chance to freshen up, but not without saying he looks forwards to getting Wooyoung better over lunch.

Wooyoung has walked around the room, taking it all in, the room is beautiful. A large wooden poster bed in dark oak, white see through fabric hanging over it on the sides. Hanging over the windows are drapes with beautiful patterns, the windows itself are big letting in the autumn sun. The sun shining into the room, shining light onto the old paintings that are hanging on the walls. Paintings displaying green flowery landscapes.

He noticed it when he walked in earlier, and he notices it now: the whole house seems like it’s stuck in time. Seeming as it never left the 1800’s. Yet it is all still in perfect shape, almost if it has remained untouched for years and years.

He checks the time, 11:55. He decides to use the remaining time to freshen up.

When he starts walking downstairs. He actually has no idea where to go and by accident he enters a large room. The room is full of shelves which are filled with books after books.

It's a library he supposes, or a reading room.

It’s larger than the public library close to his home. At this realization Wooyoung chuckles to himself, he's certainly in the house of a duke, although that public library is also a tad on the smaller side.
 
There is one large window, he guesses. As it’s hidden behind a large dark blue curtain. The room itself is light up by chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. 

Wooyoung notices a glass standing next to an open book lying on a small table. The drink in it was red, dark red, Wooyoung reaches out to it, intrigued

"Got lost?" the voice sounds agitated, a tad stern. And Wooyoung shoots back, shocked. 

He feels embarrassed, he got caught snooping around a stranger’s house without permission. 

His cheeks heat in humiliation.  

"Ah yes, I did. Sorry, I apologise." Wooyoung turns towards the voice with a small side on his face. The duke stands in the doorway. Wooyoung has to contain a gasp, so stunning.

His eyes are so alluring. Wait what? Snap out of it Wooyoung!

Yeosang smiles weakly, almost carefully as if he cannot or show more, because again he is not showing teeth.

"This room is really beautiful; do you spend a lot of time in here?" Wooyoung hesitantly asks, waiting to break the awkward silence he feels hanging in the air.

"When it’s sunny outside, yes"

Wooyoung doesn’t linger on that sentence and his minds disregards it, he nods.

The duke signs with his arm towards the hall, "shall we?"

Wooyoung quickly hurries over to Yeosang’s side who already has started walking.

At lunch they both eat what is served, a few simple sandwiches, although Wooyoung could tell they were made with extremely expensive products.

The conversation isn’t per se a chatty one. The duke is telling Wooyoung stories about the mansion.

Yeosang’s ancestors who lived here before him, the history of the construction of the mansion and how Yeosang tries to preserve it in its original state.

Perhaps that explains the ivy on the outer walls and the weeds on the fountain, or well explains it sort of.
He promises Wooyoung to go into details later when they have the actual interview. And in his mind Wooyoung promises himself he will hold Yeosang to that promise.

After lunch he guides Wooyoung to the porter gallery where he shows his family portraits.

It’s rather creepy; his male ancestors look a lot like Yeosang, a lot a lot… but weirdly the wives change every decade. Not century, no, decade!
That would mean Yeosang’s ancestors change spouse every ten years.

Yeosang notices how Wooyoung looks rather marveled. Figuring he must see the close resemblance between Yeosang and his ancestors. So he helps the poor boy by explaining about his families genetics and how it runs strongly in the males of his family and he sees Wooyoung nod believing him. Why wouldn’t he?

After the logical explanation Wooyoung feels his usual confident self comeback. He even dares to give the duke a compliment on his genetics, saying he is very handsome. The duke smiles, wider this time, baring his teeth: fangs

Wooyoung steps back, an automatic response at the reveal of the sharp teeth. Yeosang eyes narrow, quickly shutting his mouth. He looks mad, almost fuming.

It doesn't seem to be at Wooyoung rather at himself?

Wooyoung also doesn’t understand why he stepped back, just because Yeosang has unusually sharp teeth doesn’t mean he should be scared of him.
Yet what was that feeling he felt when Yeosang bared his teeth? That feeling of wanting to run for his life, the rapid beating of his heart, the primal instinct of fear of a pray needing to flee for a predator.

Yeosang turns out to be a smooth talker, quickly moving onto the next topic. 
"You're allowed to look around the house freely, just be careful not to get lost" he smiles at the end, charmingly so.

Wooyoung wonders if he could actually wonder around freely. Yeosang seemed so tense when he caught Wooyoung in the library earlier.

"The only place you have to avoid is the cellar." Yeosang adds, a shimmer in his eyes as he stares into Wooyoung's eyes.

Wooyoung smiles in answer, feeling rather relieved he isn’t allowed. Such a dark humid place is somewhere he rather not go alone to.

As Wooyoung takes in the mansion, he has to say, it's truly stunning.

Wooyoung writes down every detail of it he can find on his notepad.

There is this one thing though, in a lot of rooms he finds a glass.
The same kind of glass he found in the library, all empty with at the bottom a red stain. A hint to what liquid had been floating in the glass.

When Wooyoung stumbles upon the 6th glass, he can’t contain his curiosity anymore, he is human after all.

Picking up the glass, he looks around to make sure there's nobody, before he sniffs: iron.

Alarm bells go off, why he is not sure.

Wooyoung doesn’t understand any of the panic his instincts are having, he ignores them as his curiosity fuels him; he dips his finger in the glass to scoop up the fluid that hopefully hasn't  dried up and luck must be on his side: it hasn’t dried out yet.

He looks down at his finger, now stained red. For a moment he lingers, he does want to know what this drink is that stands in every room, but another part of him is scared and feels a bit embarrassed of not being able to contain his curiosity. He brings his finger up to his mouth, hesitating, but he cannot stop

He lets his finger touch his tongue and, oh god it’s blood.

Shock courses through his body and Wooyoung is almost too late to react as he feels the glass slip out of his hand barely catching it with the other. Thank god for his fast reflexes.

Wooyoung remains tasting the blood on his tongue. Hs body alerting the brain to what it means.
In turn it makes his entire body go into panic mode.

Blood, a human drinking blood? Is it an illness, a habit, addiction? Animal blood maybe?
No this is the taste of human blood. He has had enough accidents on his finger while cooking to have taught him that taste.

It all falls together like puzzle pieces in a puzzle: Yeosang’s fangs, the ‘when it’s sunny outside’, the spot-on resembles with his ancestors.

Realization strikes him: Yeosang didn’t eat anything during lunch.

Wooyoung lets out a loud gasp and slap his hand before his mouth, scared to make any sound, but it’s already too late.

"Aaah you found out- I must say you are quicker than most, no wonder you are a journalist."

Wooyoung turns around to see Yeosang in the door opening of this ‘small’ study.

‘I…i-.’ as soon as Wooyoung looks into Yeosang’s eyes his whole body freezes. 

He doesn't see those hazel brown eyes anymore, no, an illuminate red color has taken over the duke’s eyes.

Wooyoung assumes that it’s his instinct which is making him freeze in place. Believing no harm will come to him if he does not move. Just like a pray freezing in front of a predator. 

Yeosang closes the door behind and the ‘click’ of a lock being locked is deafening in the room.

He steps towards Wooyoung, "I apologize, I don’t think I can let you leave now. Plus, I have been craving for some fresh human blood for a while now and I have a policy to not touch my servants."

Wooyoung only blinks, but suddenly Yeosang stands in front of him.

Wooyoung tries to scream, scream for help, but no sound is coming out.
He walks back only to bump into the desk behind him.

Yeosang chuckles in a deep resounding sound, a predator shouldn't be allowed sound so good.
The duke walks one step forward, only a step between them. Yeosang lifts one of his eyebrows and with a finger he caresses Wooyoung’s jawline. The touch: cold.

Wooyoung shivers by the touch and feels it going down his spine.

"A-a-are you going to kill me?" Wooyoung manages to stutter out of his mouth.

The duke begins to laugh, it's a cute laugh, he laughs so loudly until there are tears in his eyes.

"Kill you? That’s so distasteful."

Yeosang’s expression gets serious.

"I’m just going to make you, my doll." A sinister smile appears on his face, he leans forward, it's too close.

He shudders as a tongue licks his cheek.

"It won’t hurt, just let yourself go. Forget the world for now, just you and me sweetheart."

Yeosang caresses Wooyoung's cheeks, closing in and letting his lips grace Wooyoung’s, a nibble on his lip, then the plush lips meet Wooyoung’s perfectly.

The duke starts to kiss him. First a soft kiss, if to lure him in, almost innocently, then his lips speed up, forcing Wooyoung to meet his pace. Yeosang tongue touches his lips, demanding entrance. Which Wooyoung grands when he tries to gasp for air.

Their tongues. Wooyoung’s mouth doesn’t resist, even if his brain screams otherwise, he can't convince his body to resist, his tongue dances with Yeosang’s.
The kiss is almost… nice…

Wooyoung explores the depths of Yeosang’s mouth. When his tongue grace the other man's fangs, Wooyoung quickly pulls back. Eyes wide.

Just by a hair he didn’t cut his tongue open.

The duke scoffs, "everyone is always so afraid."

Yeosang licks Wooyoung's lips, before pulls his own head back.

Wooyoung meets his red eyes. It’s easy to see the desire in them. Desiring Wooyoung, desiring his blood.

He smirks and bares his fangs. They shine in the light of the room.
Wooyoung wants to move, but it's impossible. He feels his body tingling, oh what has this man done to him.

Yeosang strokes Wooyoung’s neck, letting his nails scrape the flesh.

The way those nails slowly go up and down, it almost appears as if Yeosang is inspecting him, checking the quality of him.

He bumps his forehead against Wooyoung's. Planting a soft kiss on Wooyoung’s lips.

Yeosang pushes Wooyoung's head to the side, licking Wooyoung’s earlobe before softly biting down, "eeeek!"

The duke chuckles at the response, licking down from Wooyoung’s ear to down between his neck and shoulder.

Wooyoung lets out a moan he can’t hold back. Humiliation shoots through him, but he moans again as Yeosang’s fangs scrape over Wooyoung’s neck.

Circling around one spot, Wooyoung feels the man's drool dripping down onto his neck.

Yeosang opens his mouth very wide, his breath cold on Wooyoung's skin. Wooyung knows what's about to happen, it's easy to guess.
He tries to move, to run, but it's too late as the man, no the vampire, suddenly bites down.

Wooyoung screams with all his might, pain like he has never felt before is coursing through his body.

Yeosang’s teeth, no fangs, are digged into his neck, sucking his blood. The pain ebbs away, pure pleasure takes its place. The moans escaping Wooyoung’s lips only seem to make the vampire suck harder.

Wooyoung is relieved, his blood must taste good… that’s good…good

Wait? Did he really think that? Oh god Wooyoung knows he shouldn't have those thoughts, but his head feels so fuzzy.
He can’t think straight, all he knows is that it all just feels so good.

A throbbing down below alerts Wooyoung that he is getting hard, Wooyoung is confused. 

The fangs leave his neck, a whimper leaves Wooyoung lips, he feels almost... sad.

"That wasn’t so bad no, was it?" Yeosang’s eyes are glowing the illuminate red color overtaking ever of Wooyoung's remaining sane thoughts.
He just wants to feel good, he knows this man can make him feel good.

The vampire places his hands on Wooyoung’s shirt, grabbing it on both sides of his chest. Before he can process it Wooyoung feels it being teared apart with a strength he has never felt before. His naked body is now exposed to the cold air, his nipples the longer they are exposed to the cold air, the harder they get.

The remains of the shirt get ripped off too and thrown away. Disregarded on the ground.

Yeosang travels his hand up and down Wooyoung’s chest, exploring it, savoring it, he rubs over one of the nipples.
Making Wooyoung moan sinfully. A sharp pinch in his nipple makes Wooyoung fall forward.

Onto the vampire’s chest. He holds onto one of the vampire's arms.

"Ah please, please-"

The vampire laughs darkly, "please what? What does my doll want?"

"Master, master, please, you, I wanna feel good"

Wooyoung feels heat rise in his body instantly. Did he call him master? Did he say he wants to feel good? And why did it all feels so right?
The vampire doesn’t let him have these thoughts for long as his lips are soon being worshipped by the vampire.

The kiss growing hot and feverishly. He can a taste the iron, his own blood. The amount of saliva exchanged between them should disgust Wooyoung, but it only turns him on more.
Wooyoung moans into Yeosang’s mouth. Why is he resisting when it all feels so good? Hasn't he already given up resisting? 

He feels the vampire's two firm hands on his ass, a second later they lift him up. The man places him on the desk.

Wooyoung is relieved to sit, leaning backwards out of exhausting.

Yeosang seems to have no intend on letting him rest anytime soon. Moving his head down towards his chest.

Wooyoung feels a tongue circling his nippl. He moves his hands frantically, until he can find a grip in the vampire’s hair, who doesn’t push his hands away. 
A small blessing perhaps.

"Everyone always thinks vampires like the blood from the neck taste the best, but I, I like it here."
Suddenly a sharp bite around Wooyoung’s nipples, fangs digging into his skin once again.

Wooyoung screams, but these are screams of pleasure. Yeosang let’s go and Wooyoung looks at the vampire.

There's blood dripping down from his mouth which the vampire catches with his tongue.

Yeosang sniffs the air and and then raises one eyebrow, "rather enjoying it, aren’t we?", he swipes his thumb on his bottom lip and licks it the blood of.

"I know for sure I am, it’s been a decade after all."

A decade what? But Wooyoung can’t continue thinking about it as he feels his pants being ripped off, holy shit, this man is too strong.

"As I guessed, someone is excited."

Wooyoung looks down and covers his face behind his hands.

He can't believe it himself, he is hard, like, fully hard. Yet he can believe it, his master made him feel so good.

"Don’t hide for me doll, you’re not the only one who is excited"

A pressure grinds against Wooyoung’s crotch and he removes his hands to see Yeosang grind his hard member against his own.
A heat is pooling in the bottom of his stomach. His master is hard for him.

Yeosang lifts up one of Wooyoung’s thigh and bends down a bit so he can bite down.

The vampire doesn't pierce the skin this time, yet Wooyoung screams, the pleasure overwhelming.
Wooyoung didn’t know he liked biting so much, but this man makes it feel so incredibly good.

Yeosang hands surround Wooyoung’s underwear. In a flash he is wearing none, watching as the fabric fly around the room.
His hard dick slapping against his stomach, pre-cum already forming on the top.

"Hmm, you’re perfect doll. Perfect for me" Yeosang wraps a hand around Wooyoung’s dick which he starts to stroke slowly. Too slow, "master, master!"

He doesn't know what he is screaming for.

A smirk appears on the vampire's face. "Yes, I am your master dear."

"Master please, oh please, I want to feel good, make me feel good, please" Wooyoung babbles on, hardly notices he has started crying, but the vampire has.

"Oh, my sweet darling, you’re doing so well, let master give you what you deserve."

Yeosang kisses away the tears rolling down Wooyoung’s cheek before he sinks down on his knees.

A warm heath engulfs Wooyoung’s dick. Through his teary eyes he sees the vampires red plump lips around his dick.

The moans come out uncontrollably now as a tongue circle around his tip before going down to the shaft.
The vampire takes him in more and slowly starts bobbing his head.

Wooyoung can’t remember the last time he had felt so good.

"More master, I want more!"

A finger circles around Wooyoung’s nipple where now two teeth bite marks rest. Collecting the blood that has pooled around them.

Wooyoung moans not knowing on what to focus on.
There's pressure at his rim. Wooyoung is hardly prepared for what’s to come when a finger presses in, intruding him.

He lets out a wail at the sudden intrusion.

The bobbing goes faster as the finger goes deeper, down to the last knuckle.
Wooyoung manages to find the edges of the desk to hold on to. As he simply needs to hold on to something.
He feels as if else he will float away.

The finger leaves him, but only briefly to scoop up more blood circling around his nipple before sliding back into Wooyoung’s hole.
A second finger enters with the first one. Knuckle by knuckle they sink in.

Wooyoung's body arches as he moans out, rolling his eyes in ecstaticity as the fingers graze his prostate.

Soon he is being fingered open on three fingers. When they are all inside with ease the bobbing slows down.

The vampire gets of Wooyoung's dick with a loud pop, pulling his fingers free making Wooyoung cry out. He's suddenly so empty, too empty.

"no empty, don’t wanna be empty, I feel so empty, master please!"

Yeosang stands up as he looks his prey into his eyes, their mouths meeting in a kiss full of desire.

Wooyoung can’t contain his happy sounds when the vampire zip opens his pants. Pulling out his dick.

Not thinking much anymore, only thinking how this dick will fill him good. In the way he needs it.

His master chuckles, "so desperate for master aren’t you, look at you, looking at my dick like it’s the best treat."

"It is master, it is! Please master, please can I have the treat?" Wooyoung is mumbling, but the vampire understands perfectly.

"Good boy, asking nicely."

The vampire slots himself in between Wooyoung’s legs as he aligns his dick at Wooyoung’s hole.

He makes eye contact with Wooyoung, letting him bathe in the red illuminating light of his eyes, blessing him not much differently as he once was blessed.

Yeosang licks the bite mark on the neck as he pushes in without mercy.

Wooyoung moans loudly, well aware everyone within a mile could hear him scream without doubt. Hear him scream with pleasure for his master.

"Master! Oh my god, yes!" Wooyoung moans out, not caring anymore, no more feeling embarrassed, just straight up pleasure, straight up enjoyment. 

Yeosang laughs ominously, "you are perfect for my collection"

The duke grunts as he thrust into Wooyoung with his cock, going as deep as he can reach.
Leaving Wooyoung a mumbling moaning mess.

The desk creaks and shakes as Yeosang pounds into Wooyoung with an insane amount of strength. Maybe it should hurt, but it doesn't, he feels euphoria. 
The vampire is grunting away as his dick is surrounded by a tight, tight heat. Yeosang hasn’t felt so good in a years, many years.

His red eyes illumination with desire.

Yeosang pounds away, feeling like he could explode with pleasure. The vampire decides to have mercy on his prey, searching for his prostate as he keeps thrusting into Wooyoung's hole at high speed

The vampire lifts Wooyoung’s legs and presses them down on Wooyoung’s chest, allowing Yeosang to go even deeper.
Wooyoung screams it out, his cock releasing an huge amount of pre-cum.

Wooyoung is just lying there, taking it all, like a good doll. His master's good doll.

Yeosang smiles proudly at the newest doll of his collection, his new doll.

A tingling heat in his belly lets him know he is close. He bends down over his doll and keeps pounding into him in different angles until he hears what he wants: "MASTER YES, RIGHT THERE PLEASE, DON’T STOP, I WILL BE SO GOOD, DON’T STOP."

The vampire however, stops thrusting as he throws Wooyoung’s legs down and is met with a disappointed cry.

He laughs adored. "Sush, be good for me now" Yeosang says as he hooks Wooyoung’s legs behind his back. He taps Wooyoung’s legs, "hook them, tightly."

His new doll does what he is told without a hesitation. He strokes Wooyoung's thigh softly in reward before placing both of his hands on the desk.
Yeosang starts to move his hips forward, meeting Wooyoung’s ass.

Within seconds he has set a rhythm in a punishing pace. The moans of his doll are loud in the room, but not as loud as the slaps of flesh meeting each other at every thrust.

Wooyoung shifts a hand towards his dicks but it gets slapped away with a growl. "You. Will. Come. From. My. Dick. And. My. Dick. Only. Doll." He punctuate every thrust with a word. 

Wooyoung whimpers in return, moanly weakly, but doesn’t argue. He feels so good, it won’t be long before he cums anyways.

Yeosang continues the punishing pace. The sound of skin slapping against each other, his own moans and the grunt and growls of Yeosang are music to Wooyoung’s ear.

Yeosang grabs his thighs, pulling on them to make Wooyoung meet his trust, only to push the thighs back on the deck, using Wooyoung as his cocksleeve.

The vampire keeps pounding, targeting Wooyoung’s prostrate dead-on on every thrust. It all becomes too much for Wooyoung when sharp nails dig into his thighs.
Wooyoung screams it out as pleasure overtakes every of his senses, his eyes roll so far back he sees white and he can feel himself paint with his own cum.

"Fuck! Master!"

Yeosang keeps thrusting, sending Wooyoung quickly in overstimulation, "master, stop, please too much, it's too much!"

A harsh slap is felt on Wooyoung’s thigh, "you will take it."

The vampire's growl increases and the thrusting becomes sloppier. Not following a rhythm anymore. The duke is chasing his own release, grunting as he gets closer. Wooyoung moans as it all becomes too much, he comes a second time, shooting a pathetic amount of cum on his stomach.

An obscene growl escapes the vampire’s lips as he releases himself inside his new doll, shaking through the intense orgasm.

Wooyoung’s unsure of what is happening, his entire body is tingling, goosebumps everywhere, his eyes watering, then there comes a feeling of being on fire. Smoldering heat. As if he is on literal fire.

The burning centres on his neck. Wooyoung raises a hand to his neck, touching that part of his neck where it burns, what is it, it feels like something is being carved into his skin.

He looks at Yeosang, his illuminate red eyes have faded away, his hazel brown eyes returned.

Wooyoung is scared and sobbing, reaching his arms out to the vampire. Surrounding his arms around his neck, hugging him, "master."

Yeosang shushes him, patting his head, letting his doll calm down before pulling back.

Stroking Wooyoung's neck where Wooyoung feels the burn still burning. Then the vampire says in a low raspy voice: "this means you’re my property baby doll."

Yeosang seems to reach for something behind the desk. A drawer is opened by the sound of it, then the man returns with in his hand a small hand mirror.

He shows Wooyoung his neck. Where normally is smooth skin there is now a mark, something carved in, no, it's branded it.
It's the same crest as on the front gate, with the initials ‘YS’ in the middle.

Wooyoung feels all the energy drain out of him, his eyes are getting heavy and slowly he feels himself losing conscious.

Yeosang’s eyes look into his. Those beautiful cold eyes, he sees those eyes coming closer, but there's no fear in him. Only excitement of having his master so close. Wooyoung notices a birthmark on the vampires left temple, how did he not notice before. Yeosang’s lips graze Wooyoung’s and ah, so soft, he closes his eyes. Soft humming fill his ears, it sounds so heavenly and he lets himself be hummed to sleep.