Group: AlphaBAT 

Ship: I:eta (BetaxI:ota) 

Plot: It's hard to hold back, when the smell of your member's lovely, rich blood fills your nose every second he is near to you. It's even worse when you are roommates. So he changed the game's rules, and is playing his own rules, to win the rapper's heart. 

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B:eta had a hard time, honestly. As a vampire, he smelled the sweet blood he rarely got to drink to furfill his hunger correctly. But there was a member's blood, which smelled sweeter than any other blood that had filled his senses before; I:ota's blood. He had use all he had to hold back, not to and liters of blood from the younger rapper. But I:ota and him were roommates, so he could never sleep (not that vampires needed much sleep, only a few hours). He sneaked out in the night to drink some animal blood, letting the creatures he blood from live. But I:ota, oh, he needed his blood. And he wanted to mark him as his. His, and only his. He had noticed that the blond rapper knew something was wrong witht their leader, his weird behavior, him sneaking out in the night; he had found small blood stains on the floor, sometimes on his sheets. Something wasn't right, something was going on. And what, he didn't know; but he was worried and falling in love with the vocalist, their leader. He needed to confess to his leader, sooner or later. But what he didn't know, was that the secret vampire wanted to , knowing how the younger rapper felt, and feeling the same way back, returning his feelings. The rules? He'd play with the younger, until he came begging, wanting this reasoned. He was going to play by his own rules. 

He started out slowly, back hugging the blond boy, dragging his lips over the so lovely flesh he wanted to mark, to kiss, to ; the sweet blood he wanted that could furfill his vampire stomach. As the younger was on his bed, in their dorm; he chuckled, wanting to take it nodge up, after playing like this for about a few months. "Selin?" I:ota hummed, scrolling through Twitter, the app having him no interest at all. He closed the door, and walked over, laying behind the younger and wrapping an arm around his waist. Selin froze, his phone falling onto the floor, swallowing a lumb in his throat; feeling how close the older was to him. "Yeah-h, B:eta hyung-g?" Oh, the older enjoyed his shuttering words, his hand trying harshly to pry off his arms around his waist, as he ran a under his shirt, to his stomach, digging his nails lightly. The rapper bit his lip, feeling blood rush south slowly. "Yah-h! Hyung-g!" He whined, biting back the moan threatning to rip from his throat. He would not give in, no. The older let go, and let the younger goand sat on the bed, chuckling when he noticed the slightly tent in his denim jeans. He looked at the older, who smirked. "Be downstairs in 2 hours, then we're going for the last day of shooting our music video Tantara. Okay?" And he walked out, leaving the boy on the bed, shocked, frozen with a that now needed to be taken care of. He groaned, as he slowly palmed himself through the clothing. God, he wanted to know why the older did this to him. But now, his tent needed to be taken care of. Because of his ing leader, sometimes he hated him. Just sometimes (meaning rarely). 

He came downstairs, catching a look at the members who laughed, enjoying the sight of a whining protesting maknae underneath F:ie, trying to put on lipstick on him that he did not know where they got from. That didn't matter, it was just weird. "Oh, I:ota! You are here now. Now we only need G:amma and Yeongjin down. They  should be here in a few minutes." He nodded, only to be forced foreward by D:elta who dogpilled him on top of their poor maknae and other rapper who, all groaning out in pain as the other's laughed loudly at the sight. They were shoved by G:amma, who helped the four from being squished any more. They layed on the floor, they all got up; Selin being pulled rather harshly by the leader, and made sure their faces were only inches away from each other. He looked shocked, blushing as the vocalist chuckled, the other members reactions being strong, as they saw how close they were. He pushed the older away, huffing as he crossed his arms on his chest, pouting and walked to the van, phone in pocket, earbuds with him. The other's chuckled, the closest to the rapper knowing how he felt about Hayoung. They followed, and found him listening to music. The leader sat down beside him, and mentally imagined his neck would look with his mark on his neck, marked by him. He wanted to run his hand up his thighs, palm his crotch, kiss down his chest, mark his chest. Their manager started to drive, towards the set to film the last details to their music video. They arrived there soon enough, and I:ota yelped out in pain as a slap on his thigh. "We're here, c'mon." He was staring into the leader's eyes, melting like a ing icecube under the sun under his gaze. He nodded, and stood, following suit after the other, preparing himself for few hours toture. "5 hours, and then you have a few days off." They cheered, all of them; and then filming started. The got make up on, and once in a while got some new eyeliner, powder; whatever they needed to fix, fixed. And soon enough, they finished filming. Sweat pibbled at their foreheads, stuck to their bodies as they bowed 90 degrees. "Who's the best? AlphaBAT! Thank you!" Claps on the set sounded, and the 9 membered group couldn't hurry enough to get off, and home in a bath. 

On the way home, Yayoung texted with D:elta, who knew about his idea. So, when they all (expect for Selin and himself) had been in a shower and dressed up, they would go out and shop while the leader could furfill his plan. Not with the marking thing, though; they didn't know he was a vampire, no one did. It was his secret. Though, soon, only one out of a 7 billion people would know. He watched in the living room, and about 1 hour later, everyone finished showering and dressing up, they headed out the door. D:elta looked at the older, smiling encouragely to him, mouthing some words as well. "Good luck, hyung." The leader smiled back to him, nodding to say thank you; and they left the door out the door. He smirked, now, he could do what he longed to do. To at least confess to the younger. So walking to their shared room, he found the younger on his bed, on his back, looking at the ceiling like it was the most interesting thing in the world. He shut the door, the rapper jerking up in surprise, eyes wide to see the older with a burning gaze that could send knifes into his poor body. "Hyung? What-" He yelped,as the older hovered over him in a split second, his eyes burning into his. "I'm not blind, Selin. I know you like me, all your gazes that you throw at me every so often. And when you moan my name in your sleep--" And that triggered the ice cube machine in Selin's body. He stiffened, as the older at his earlope, kissing under it. He breathed out, blushing an impossible red that colored his complete burning face. Not just cheeks, no, no no; but whole face. He gripped the sheets in his fists, as the older kissed and on his neck. He bit his lip, biting back a scream as a pair of sharp teeth entered his flesh quickly. He saw the older eyes, as he locked his eyes with his; and he mentally, screamed, his eyes wide in shock as his leaders eyes had changed to... Red. ing red. The older chuckled, "You probably know what I am now, and it's important you don't tell anyone else. Cause with your feeling for me, and my feelings for you; I can say that you probably wouldn't mind being marked." Selin swallowed the lump in his throat, thinking about how the hell did he know that? All of that? He hadn't ev- he moaned loudly in surprise as teeth on his neck. Supporting himself on his arms, the leader as he sat the shocked blonde up, arms wrapped around as he a little blood, at the rich taste of the thick liquid. 

I:ota slowly moved his hands to B:eta's back, lowly as he bit his lip, teeth letting go of his flesh; blood running down his neck lightly. He didn't feel dizzy, or anything. And that was not his goal, though; Hayoung's goal was to mark him, not change him. At least that was the plan for now. Marked was enough to nobody, rather said; other vampires touched him. He leaned down, and captured the younger's lips in a kiss; slow and steady, their lips getting used to each other. They parted after 2 minutes, panting to get some CO2 in their bodies again. "Mark me... Plea- Hayoung- ahh!" He moaned as their clothes was ripped off their bodies (litterally, they almost go ripped. And it was leather); and a pair of teeth sunk into his thigh, close to his so he could the mark as he enough blood to mark his now new lover. Selin arched his back off the bed, his mouth on agape permantly, head thrown back, leaning against the pillow, a whine and groan leaving his rapper throat. Hayoung pulled back, and saw the blood runing down his thigh slowly; he had marked him. He leaned up, and Selin wrapped his legs around his waist, kissing him roughly. He moaned against his lips, tasting his own blood (it tasted of iron, plain iron - he couldn't understand how it could smell sweet, and not of iron) and B:eta grinding up against the other boys, at the fricton of their aching rubbing together. They were both hard, achely and painfully as Selin moaned at the now normal teeth moving to his stomach, forming a few hickeys greedly. I:eta gasped, loudly as was engulfed in a hot mouth; without warning. There was Hayoung, bobbing his head up and down, along the length, over his tip, teasing the younger devilishly. He arched his back off the bed yet again, hands interwined the other's hair. His lips stretched over his length, god that was a hot sight; making the room a 100 degrees, warmer. He was close, the warmth pooling in his lower stomach. He tugged the older off his length (much to his own dismay, but wanted to with the other in him, stretching his hole) and the older got the hint, seeing the sweat showing slightly on his forehead. He smirked, them both panting for breath, as the black haired latter went to get the lube (and a for safety). He got that, and sitting on the bed, he prompted lube onto his fingers, poking his fingers at his hole, a gasp leaving the younger as he pushed the finger in lightly. He closed his eyes shut tightly, the pain yet it was pleasure in a way he only had felt ing random girls, but this; this was better, in a different way. This was amazing. He moaned a long moan, the sheets tightly in his grip. 

Soon enough, there was three fingers scissoring him open; and he was a mess, and sweat pibbled out both of the lovers. "I-II need-d you... Haa-yyoung.." B:eta pulled his fingers to himself, and opening the packet, he rolled it on , that was painfully hard and needy for his heat. He lubed it up too, and positioned himself at his hole. He pushed the tip in, gasping himself; throwing his head back, deeply in bliss at the already tight heat. I:ota, on the other hand, was a different side of same story; eyes shut closed, the pain and pleasure shot up his spine. B:eta noticed the glassy eyes, and he cooed, letting the younger adjust, leaning on his elbows and kissing the rapper, who had digged his nails into his shoulder; a tear slipping down his cheek, as the older pushed in a little more, against his lips, as their tongues wrestled a battle for dominance. He let his undig from the flesh, and B:eta slowly to in and out of him, the youngerleaning his head back as the vocalist, kissed his head, kissing away his tears as he pushed in hill deep into his heat; I:ota loudly, being filled for the first time. B:eta sped up his s a little, against his neck as his heat welcomed tightly. "Ahh-h!" His s gained speed, and the blond's moans went high pitched little by little. He ragged his nails down his back, high pitched Hayoung's name, and came, painting their chests and stomachs. He moaned, being sensitive, sending his leader over the edge, into the . His s became sloppy, and he kissed the sensitive younger, milking himself finished. He stopped ing, and he toppled onto the younger, who breathed and coughed a little tiredly, his throat sore. Hayoung pulled himself up and pulled out of him, taking off the and tieing a knot on it, throwing it into the trashcan, taking on his boxers again, picking the other's boxers as well. He went back and sat down beside the younger, who was half asleep, trying to stay awake. "C'mon babe, let's get your boxers on and then we can cuddle." Selin lifted his hips weakly, and Hayoung put the boxers on him. He layed down beside him, and pulling the covers over the two of them, he pulled the younger to him and Selin's head on his chest; and he was out like the light, pulling his arm around his waist tighter around him. 

Hayoung chuckled to himself; he was a superfly, and his own rules worked. Shin Selin was now his.