Heechul always wore a cloak to protect himself. He himself and his close friends knew how beautiful the face under the hood was, yet nobody except those few had ever seen his face. He wore it to protect his heart from those who would approach him, to provide a disguise. 

As Heechul sunk his fangs into Hangeng's neck he greedily drank the blood. Hangeng felt both pleasure and pain as the fangs pierced him and finally both bodies collasped in Hangeng's bed, Hangeng from blood loss, and Heechul from feeling satiated after hundreds of years.

Hangeng woke up to find a cloak covered face next to him and groaned as he lifted himself up from the bed. The loss of blood prevented him from being energetic as he looked at the sleeping vampire next to him. He wondered how this thin being was able to hold of so much hunger. In a moment of curiosity, he attempted to lift the cloak the the vampire next to him to see what Heechul truly looked like. As soon as he touched the vampire's hood he was astonished to see nothing there and when he looked up he saw a panicked Heechul across the room.

Heechul felt a bead of sweat drip down the side of his head. He had gone NEAR Hangeng, that itself was a taboo, but he had drunk his blood and Hangeng almost had seen who he was! He was such a horrible monster.

Hangeng cautiously approached Heechul who kept on slowly backing up into a wall. Slowly, Heechul felt himself being cornered until he was completely pressed up again the wall. 

Hangeng whispered, "I know you hate people touching your cloak. So for now..."

Heechul felt a soft warmth spreading from his lips. Hangeng had pulled him into a gentle kiss, one that made Heechul's hidden heart melt.

Heechul was left stunned.

"Feel Better now?" Hangeng asked.

Heechul stood still in shock as Hangeng came closer.