himchan grunts as kris slams his body rough and hard against the grimy motel wall, dragging his neatly trimmed nails up kris’ toned, muscular arms. he bares his sharp fangs, hissing as he gently nibbles the soft flesh just below kris’ ear, hard enough to sting but not enough to break skin.

because himchan’s teeth are venomous, containing enough toxins to have kris flat on his back and writhing in pain until the dark angels of death come floating down with caressing fingers, dragging him down into the eternal emptiness of the afterlife.

and no, himchan doesn’t want that.

so himchan is careful, gliding his pointed canines down the length of kris’ neck and placing a soft kiss on his shoulder as kris’ large, warm hands slide down himchan’s hips, moving around back to firmly grasp himchan’s ass and hoist him up so that his legs are wrapped around kris’ waist.

“where does your coven think you are?” kris murmurs against himchan’s lips, pressing closer into the vampire’s body and rolling his hips up against the curve of himchan’s ass.

himchan gasps as the throbbing heat of kris’ cock rubs up against his cheeks, sliding his sweaty hands up kris’ chest and wrapping his fingers into the lycan’s hair, closing into fists and yanking hard as he jerks kris’ head back.

“let’s not talk about my coven,” himchan whispers into kris’ ear, licking a hot, wet stripe from the edge of kris’ jaw to his temple. “or your pack of dogs.”

with a snort, kris kneads the globes of himchan’s ass before inserting a long finger inside him, himchan grinding down desperately for more.

“hurry up,” himchan whines, encouraging kris to add another, then another, carefully spreading him open with restraint and discipline that himchan obviously lacks.

“patience,” kris places a gentle kiss on the stretch of skin between himchan’s collarbone, a whimper escaping through the needy vampire’s swollen lips.

kris lines his cock along himchan’s hole, carefully, slowly pushing in to give himchan time to adjust. but ever impatient, himchan grinds down into kris’ hips, his body sucking it all in with one swift movement.

himchan’s acute senses kick into overdrive, all things heightened even more by his already exceptionally sharp vampire awareness.

everything is hot, so damn hot. fire burning in his veins, under his skin, much as if he’d walked out into broad daylight, unfiltered sunlight flashing down on his skin until he explodes in an angry, blazing pyre, burning away into the air in a glorious cloud of thick, black smoke.

himchan tightens his legs around kris’ waist, forehead pressed into the crook of the lycan’s neck to stifle his moans as kris fills him up repeatedly, over and over, hips thrusting relentlessly with no signs of stopping any time soon.

the sizzling heat in the core of himchan’s stomach begins to spread, sweeping, stretching until his entire body is sparking with electric waves, little white spots flashing before his eyes.

oh how himchan wishes to just clamp his teeth into kris’ neck, ravage the perfect, marble expanse of skin until it’s burning red, marking kris as his forever. but since that’s not an option, himchan opts for digging his fingers into kris’ scalp, pulling out a few strands as one of kris’ hand travels between them, finally giving attention to himchan’s neglected cock, fingers wrapping around the base before pumping him to the rhythm that kris is pounding into himchan’s ass.

himchan knows he’s close, can feel it in the way his stomach tightens, panting quickly as he presses down harder, the lewd, wet sound of skin on skin reverberating the room.

he throws all of his concentration into holding back his fangs as he comes in between their heated bodies, kris redoubling his efforts as himchan clenches his muscles, pushing kris over the edge to join him with a deep moan swallowed by himchan’s mouth as he once again presses their lips together.

both panting and sweating from exertion, kris helps himchan unwind his sore legs, gently setting him down on the cheap, rough carpet.

“i might be late for the awakening,” himchan says breathlessly, winding his fingers into kris’ locks and bringing their foreheads together. “probably in a lot of trouble, too.”

“then don’t go,” kris smiles, running his hands up and down himchan’s sides in a soothing manner. “stay with me.”

“they’ll hunt us both down.”

“does it look like i care?”

himchan opens his eyes, sharp gaze boring into kris’ dark poles, searching, seeking. and all he sees is sincerity. he smiles back.

“no,” himchan replies, lifting himself up to place a kiss on kris’ forehead. “regardless, i treasure your life too much to risk it.”

kris sighs as himchan pulls away from his arms, hunting down his black leather jumpsuit and boots tossed all around the room, slowly, tauntingly sliding them on as kris watches with his arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips.

“i’ll see you again soon,” himchan reaches up to tuck a few strands of hair behind kris’ ear, kris bringing his hand up to trap himchan’s hand against his cheek.

himchan gives him one final smile, pecking kris on the lips before gliding out the door, melting into the pitch black night, not realizing that this might be the last moment of peace they’ll have together, they’re last few hours of happiness before the final battle begins, a deadly turf war of bloodshed and betrayal and annihilation between two species, a historic moment of thousands and millions of lives lost.

and kris watches himchan go with a smile on his lips, ever the hopeful optimist, dreaming of a day when their races may finally come to a truce. and they’ll be able to live happily, openly, showing the world with pride that, yes, vampires and lycans can coexist in peace.

an age that kris will never see in his lifetime.