"If you want to give
Then give me all that you can give
All your darkest impulses
And if you want to give me anything
Then give give in again"

Give - Sleep Token
(this song is hot listen while reading 😍)

Spice - O - Meter: 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️

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Fuck.

I am fucking done for.

My mind is a sea of stars, and he is the earth below me.

His blood entered Aera's mouth, and her whole body exhaled in elation. That first trickle of warmth that met her tongue she immediately lapped up, causing the man to tense further underneath her again. It did not matter. Nothing mattered.

His skin was freezing, yet his blood was fire. Cinnamon and undeniable in its taste. A pounding started in her heart, slithering until it met her center. His abdomen was right there, pressing against her. Unmoving as she writhed above him, lost within his taste and the energy he provided her.

Her eyes flickered open lazily, taking in her surroundings. They blurred in her bloodlust, and the ever growing desire for the man below her.

Jimin made a slight grunt of pain as she dug her fangs deeper into him, his hand making contact with her lower back. She gasped at the contact, like lightening up her spine as he dragged his hand slowly up her skin and all the way to her neck.

Her ecstasy halted as panic settled in. She pulled away from the man's neck, her heart pounding. Her body remembering what her mind refused to relive.

Jimin cooed to her, "I'm here Aera, with you." He breathed with her slowly, as she hid in his neck without biting. His hand caressing the back of her neck until her lips made contact with his skin once again, "No one else."

Aera needed no further convincing to take more of him. His groans were much softer, a more frequent. She did her best to adjust her hips so that the angle in which she siphoned from his vein would cause him less pain. His free hand was fisted on the arm chair, clenching and unclenching as she continued to feed from him.

It was too intimate, and still she didn't stop. Not as his hand rooted itself into the hair at the base of her skull. Not when he shifted his hips to sit higher underneath her. Not when she could feel every raspy sound he made from the vibrations of his sweet coated throat. The high of blood making his reactions send a thrill into her stomach and chest.

Most disorienting was the silence. Other than the lapping of her feeding, and the sounds of pain he'd make.

There was never a moment of silence between them. Not one filled with either animosity or hidden meanings encapsulated by pointed words.

Neither could bring themselves to insult and it was...

Terrifying. Truth poured out in the silence, and neither soul had the willpower left to fight against it. She begged for satire, whim, and received nothing. Just the beating of hearts that healed more years between them than a broken conversation ever could.

She could hear it now, just how hard it beat for her. Her hand trailed from his throat to his chest, over the material. It fluttered, a moth within her palm. The caught cadence of his chest, unable to take a full breath with her on top of him. The reluctance in which he held her flesh, and the same reluctance in his eyes to entirely let her go.

Call him an asshole.

Ask why he renounced Nox, and refused to do it back him.

Remind him of all the times he acted like an idiot for Leila.

Tell him that he hates me, and he should never forget it.

All of these topics were logical, and true. They would surely give her time to pull away from him. They would leave him with enough room to tell her to get off of him.

They were all reasons she despised him. That she was crazy to want him in any capacity.

Not a word of left her lips. The height of her want seeming to crescendo, even with her excuses as to why they could not. Her blood was boiling. He smelled like vanilla and spiced musk, manly and somehow saccharine. His skin was too soft, and every vein bulged from the strain of holding her. His chest met her own at every breath, his thighs burning hot underneath her now. His hand was the only thing harsh about him, as he now pulled slightly on her ebony locks.

Kiss me.

Please.

End this torture between us, this madness.

Her lips throbbed with need, lazy and flushed on his neck. She pulled away, just enough to unlatch her fangs.

"Jimin." She whined his name thoughtlessly against his throat instead. She could barely hear him cursing lowly over her own heavy breaths. He could not save her from his own allure. "Jimin."

The man said nothing, only growing more tense below her. His fist tightening without letting go.

"Jimin." She said into his ear again, a breathy whisper.

"Fuck, I can't do this! I don't want this." The man burst out.

She barely had any time before the man pushed her off of him roughly. Aera fell onto the floor with a huff, her dress bunched around her knees and the stone floor attempting to scrap through her palms.

Aera awoke from her stupor with a sudden rush, the harsh reality of who the man was, and not what he felt and looked like coming back. The only thing her attraction for him made her, was weak. She heaved, vexed as she gathered all of the vehemence she would throw at him.

Jimin remained with his back turned. Coward. His defined shoulders fell and rose in an unsteady manner.

Aera should have never drank from him.

"I knew it. It was one of your tricks. You knew I needed something, and you took joy and being the person I needed to give me blood just so you could take it away. You like having the power, the control over me. Over everyone. This was some joke to you wasn't it? I fell for it because I was injured, so good luck trying to get it to happen again." She paused, waiting for him to turn around. To deny or accept the accusations. Her voice filled with more venom as he refused to look at her, "Or there is no chance of it happening again, because it looks like guilt got the better of you this time. Is our empty Jimin finally growing a heart?"

Jimin's voice pushed through gritted teeth. He turned his head just enough that he was still shadowed, the wound on his neck already healing, "Spouting assumptions that are so far from the truth are beneath you Aera."

He had audacity, she had to give him that.

But assumptions? Her ass was still planted on the ground after he pushed her off of him. He could have just told her to stop and she would have, instead he chose what would reject her most.

Just as she—just as

She was losing any sense of pretending that she didn't—

"Then what the fuck is your problem? You are the one who told me to do it, I asked for you to bleed into a cup." Aera growled, finally lifting herself off the floor.

She stalked closer to him, her hands curled into claws. Wondering if she should truly take that silver head off the rest of his body. And she could, with his blood coursing through her veins. She could feel its properties honing her strength, making her vision and other senses sharper. She felt like she could take on an army of thousands right now.

Sensing her presence, the man reluctantly turned. He looked a little more undone, as he untucked his long white blouse which now hung over his trousers. He still avoided her gaze, his hands on his hips, his plump lips pouted in a way that only worked for him.

"I apologize."

"Apologize? You were fucking speechless for three minutes, it was a blessing."

His eyes latched onto her own, and she regretted wanting his attention. His cheeks were still flushed from their previous encounter, like rose dipped in argent. His gaze left her only to look down her body, at the thin black dress she wore. Her chest pushed against the lace neckline, stuttering as he glanced over it and landed on the cinching of her waist by dark ribbons. When he met her eyes again looking angry, she found herself wanting to cower.

"You don't know our policy? If we don't have something terrible to say, we don't say anything at all." Jimin announced, working his jaw. He played with the cuffs of his sleeves and rolling them up to reveal his forearms. She was shocked to see a small line of ink, running over the bone of his right wrist.

She fought to respond coherently. Sarcasm won the war. "I think the saying goes a little differently."

"Not for us. Never for us." He says, in that definitive way that made her bones groan. He always thought himself to be right, even when he spoke about the pair without her say in the matter.

"Oh? And why is that." She was squaring off to him, taking another step closer. Wondering how only seconds ago she was ready to risk it all with him, and now she wanted to kill him.

Worse yet, he had successfully distracted her once again. He knew she'd never back down from an argument, even if he strayed of their original path.

"When I try to say anything less than an insult." I run away. I scowl. I hit him. Jimin makes no mention of any of this, instead switching his weight as he stood and crossing his arms as well. A mirror to her own frustration. His cheeks flared with color as he address her calmly,"You act ungrateful."

Aera exploded.

"I should be grateful right? Grateful that you made my life a living fucking hell since we were seven years old. Grateful that you tried to befriend me for a while, just to throw me to the side at the idea that you could no longer ruin me because I was to be someone else's. I should be ever so flattered that you spent every year since I was 14 making every person at the castle think I was some heartless beast. I am absolutely thrilled that you ignored my presence for two years, after you offered my hand in marriage to a man that hurt me! Even better, that you weren't there. You were the only person that talked to me at the castle, thanks to your antics, and you weren't there when I needed you! I am eternally grateful to you, Park Jimin. For understanding that I had nothing left, and you still decided to take more."

Gods, she had never said that before. Not aloud. Not to him.

The man looked like he had seen a ghost. That same expression crossing over his face, as when she told him of Garnett's betrayal.

She hated it. She wanted his anger, not an apology. Because his niceties would be gone the next morning, and with it his understanding. She knew he felt guilt, but it would not stop him from hurting her again. He was too addicted to the feeling.

He held his hands out in front of him. In surrender. In defense. "Aera I know you-"

"You do not know me." Her voice was a crash of waves against the rocks. She crossed the distance between them, and Jimin stood his ground. Not flinching even when her chest brushed his own. She could fully see the solid darkness of his irises, the small insipid lift of his lips as he awaited her onslaught. "Maybe once when I was a girl, and maybe for a little bit of time. That is over now. But she is gone and here I am, a woman who you have yet to figure out. You do not know me."

Jimin smirked, forgetting they were in the middle of an argument. He took a step towards her, and unwilling to back down she let more of their flesh meet. His eyes were the night sky as he took in her face carefully, his tone threaded silk.

"I know that when you're angry, you speak."He tilted his head to the side, craning over her. "I know that you dislike when people undermine you, or when interrupt you. You fight and fight because if you don't, you feel nothing. I know you like being known as frightening, because then less people ask you questions. But you are frightening. You try so hard to be soft, to love, but that is just not what you are or what you're made for. I know that you hate when I pull your hair." For emphasis he grabbed a lock of hair that hung over her shoulder, and tugged on it. She was outraged, as he used her hair to bring himself to her ear, and whispered, "But I have always enjoyed it."

Fuck him. She forgot he had been the only one who paid enough attention to know this about her.

And he had used it to his advantage. Collecting pieces of her, not to keep her close. But to tear her apart over time.

She ripped away from him, taking away the hair he had been thumbing between his fingers. He did not look shocked by her reaction.

"It's always been what you want, hasn't it? After all this time." Aera said, hating the disappointment she felt.

"No." He answered roughly, too quickly. He bit his lips, looking up at the ceiling as if battling with the heavens. It was silent for several moments, until he cursed under his breath. Taking a deep breath in through his nostrils, he spoke as he kept his eyes closed, "I have been pondering something."

He looked like he was about to die as he said it. Or he would die if he didn't. She truly could not tell in this moment what the fuck was going on with him. She was considering asking him if he was possessed again, but she was sure that wouldn't go over well with the sensitive man.

"You've been thinking?"

He ignored her. Or maybe he didn't hear her, as he continued to have his little crisis.

This couldn't be Jimin, because his usual unaffected countenance was in shambles. He gripped at his silver hair, shaking his head. When he stopped before her, his eyes were rimmed with both sadness and something primal.

"I truly am sorry."

"You're never sorry."

His voice was a little shaky when he responded, looking like every unemotional phrase she sent his was a stab wound. "I have some honor Aera. And while I enjoy our war, I did not mean to enact a killing blow. I would like to make things right if I can."

Oh this will be good.

Aera settled, appearing haughty as she rested her hands onto her hip bones. She wondered what scheme he would conjure, probably out of sheer boredom. They had been gone for weeks now, and he was growing tired of being unable to terrorize anyone.

His dark eyes were a drop of poison as his plump lips spouted blasphemy, "I took away your chance at having a pereche. You should take it back from me."

What?

This was his cruelest trick yet.

Her cheeks heated, her chest flushing with a rash. Her palms wetted as she began to laugh, and pace before him.

Did he know? How much she had desired him. He must have during the feeding. He would lure her in, just to spit her back in. Because what could be funnier than her wanting to fuck a man who did everything in his power to torture her? He wanted nothing to do with her.

He said it before.

And if he did, she would not want to be told like this.

"Solis damned. Solis damned." She kept repeating, throwing her hands up in air.

Jimin started to crowd in on her, following her haphazard patterns around the room. Holding his hands up without touching her, trying to reason with the woman. "It is the least I can do. To repay you."

She whirled on him, making the man freeze to prevent from slamming into her. Her mind was a frenzy. A fucking fest of heat and desire and fucking embarrassment and all she wanted to do was launch herself into the ocean until she regained consciousness. She was meant to seduce him. To use sexuality to destroy him from the inside out, because eventually he would get bored and do it. Of course he'd offer before! Before she had the chance to ruin him first.

She hadn't been prepared. She wasn't sure if she ever would, for the real possibility of it happening. Both her ego and her restraint were threatening to shatter.

"Jimin, I do not want you to offer to fuck me out of pity. That is lower than anything else you may have done to me. Do you see me? I have no issues finding a man." She gestured to her body, her ebony hair falling behind her back and around the small of her waist. "You have never wanted me, so why do this now?"

Jimin seemed startled by the question, but soon molded his expression to a blank canvas. You know, as if he was suggesting they fuck. "I do not want a guilty conscious. I do not like seeing you like that. Pitiful. I like your misery better when it is wrapped in iron."

"What a gentleman! We must pity his selfless endeavor of being with a beautiful woman." She clapped sarcastically. "Our bravest hero." Then "Please don't tempt me with a good time, as you give yourself to me with the tone of someone who would rather stab out his eyes. You must be so pious as to offer this to me without any benefit on your part." She laughed again, her hand on her forehead. Feeling like she could cry.

"I ruined one of the only sacred traditions our kind has for you. Take what you want from me Aera. I deserve your rage. Use me Aera, make me feel the pain you felt." Her entire body folded at his words, shocked that Jimin was offering subjugation out of all people. He was too beautiful for it to sound like anything other than seductive, "Then you won't have to fear anything, so you can be my equal foe once again."

Fight Aera.

This isn't the right time. It's not the right circumstances. I need to be in total control

She had fed from him. And despite his previous transgressions, she knew he would not hurt her in the way Garnett did. She was not scared of that.

"I don't want anything from you other than your surrender. I have always hated you. From the moment I saw you, I knew what detestation was, a festering burn that never went away. Every time I look upon you, I feel a knife in my throat and poison in my throat. It just won't go away, like how you refuse to just disappear." Her breath left her lungs, as she spouted words she could not take back, "I should have let them kill you."

No one dared move. Breathe. Aera felt a cold emptiness, that she refused to name regret.

His expression fell. Hardened.

"I could say the same. There was just something so refreshingly pathetic about you begging for the attentions of someone who couldn't give a damn. Have you ever thought for a moment that maybe I wore you down to make you stronger? That you were as fragile as a rose petal and I wanted to crush you beneath my fingers? Look at you now. Vicious." There was a sick pride in his gaze, even as he called her weak and malleable.

"Calling me merciless? Weak, pitiful, savage? Even as you're begging to fuck me?" Aera taunted him maliciously, standing defensively. She felt her hands itching to grab her knives.

"Especially then." Jimin shook his head, "I am not begging. I am offering. A way to right some of the more dastardly wrongs between us. An armistice. Not a truce, or a promise. Just a way to rewrite that night, and replace it with something else."

"What a sacrifice." She muttered out breathlessly. Taken aback that he was still offering, like it could happen between them.

It just wasn't possible.

"It is to bed the most fearsome creature in all of Romania." His smile glinted dangerously in the candle light, his eyes flicking up to meet her own. "Aera. Aera." He licked his lips, his smile somehow bearing all of his hatred, "I am the bravest and most idiotic of all men. And I will more than likely regret this."

"Lucky for your idiotic soul, I did not say yes yet."

"Yet?" His smile was wolfish.

"You know what?" Aera stalked forward, placing a hand on his chest. She looked up through her lashes at him, watching as his entire expression blanked. "I am done fighting with you. I don't have to do this. I have more pride than you are willing to give me credit for. Maybe you need a reminder that I was not a petal to be crushed within your palm, and I never will be."

Aera let go of the breath she was holding when she turned and fled to the door. Even as her body screamed to stay, to taste him further.

She knew she would not leave this room with her sanity if she did. Not when all this was to him was repentance. Her hand was shaking as she twisted the knob, from what could have happened and what would not.

The door slammed shut roughly, a body hulking over her. Jimin had one arm placed above her head, his torso digging into the blades of her back. The other hand held fast to the knob, preventing her escape. She was doused by a wave of vanilla and danger, and she gasped as she realized she was caged by him entirely.

"Aera." He breathed her name lowly into her hair, "Would you listen for once in your damn life to someone other than yourself? I am trying to make things right, to do right by you. Let me."

He moved away from her body, the door. Giving her freedom to choose.

She sighed frantically, turning to face him. Not looking at him, because it would only render her blind. "Fine."

His eyes widened in shock, as he believed her to be agreeing with his terms.

He didn't expect her to basically apparate near the large open window. Aera faced the deep midnight ocean, white foam making love to the rocks below. The moonlight showed her path towards salvation, glittering along the surface.

"I'll just jump." She craned her head, to find him waiting with crossed arms.

Not alarmed in the slightest. He tapped his foot, before stepping onto the window ledge with her. The prince of dusk, as gold and silver battled over his contours. A gust of wind sent her hair flying around her, and Jimin held his arms crossed tightly to his chest.

"You really rather write a death sentence than be honest with yourself?"

"Honest about fucking what?" Aera turned on him angrily, practically in flames.

Jimin lessened the distance between them, drenched in moonlight and sin. He neared here so much that she could feel the cold hardness of his body, see the glimmer of his skin from the light. He leaned closer, so closely, she had to back into the wall behind her. The coldness of it did little to wake her from the haze of his proximity. Of his pretty lips, and lethal eyes.

He spoke without accusation, as he could not decide to rest on her mouth or eyes. He decided neither when he drew even closer, his nose brushing his.

Just blistering with the unwavering confidence that he was right.

"That you're just as obsessed with me as I am with you." The word scattered like stardust and embers across her skin.

Drowning in frost she pushed at his chest. He moved only an inch back and it was of his own discretion. He wavered, almost falling into her. His eyes glassy as Aera sent out the last of her battalion against the look he was giving her, promising of things that could not be.

"Enough. Run away like you do every time. Or kill me."

He does not push her off the ledge like in her dream. He does not run away, like he had before in real life.

He does something positively more deranged.

He kisses me.

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(A/N: Solace/Ruthless Jimin is the leader of the sassy man apocalypse.

SORRY A PART 2 TO THIS CHAPTER IS COMING I JUSY DOMT HAVE ENOUGH TIMW TO WRITE THE REST TODAY!

It will have ALLLLL the spice...