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Namjoon could smell him coming from a mile away.
He didn't expect it. Of course he didn't, but he wasn't surprised in the least when he got the first whiff of the vampire entering the campus. Vampires didn't typically come onto this campus, but they weren't banned either. It's just—the thing about werewolves and vampires is that they don't get along. Namjoon knows there's a whole history to it. He knows it well. He has to. After all, he is the son of the chief of the biggest werewolf clan there is. Namjoon has grown up around other werewolves who may have been older than him but were always a lower rank.
Namjoon didn't love it. He thought some of their systems were a bit outdated. Even the vampires were more in tune with the times.
Namjoon thought the animosity between the two species was outdated as well.
When he was younger though, he was scolded for asking why it was like this, why they kept up the routine of hating vampires with every fiber of their being.
So, he fell into complacency. Namjoon knew he had his duties and he had to perform them well. He figured he could start a smaller revolution to any ideas he disagreed with later on in life when he's established himself as the clan leader.
The vampire on campus, however, seemed to disagree with that idea. Namjoon has smelled him before, even tried to scent him when he was younger because when Namjoon was younger, he thought he could befriend the pretty vampire.
It's Park Jimin, the prince of the vampires. Namjoon's met him more than a few times. Every year, a peace convention (of sorts) is held between vampires and werewolves, and since Park Jimin is the son of the vampire king and Kim Namjoon is the son of the werewolf chief, they frequently sat at the same table.
Park Jimin hated him.
So, when Namjoon first heard that he'd be attending the same university as Namjoon, Namjoon had figured this would happen eventually.
But, unlike most vampires, Park Jimin is nowhere to be seen as the first three years pass. He never once comes onto the werewolf campus to start a fight.
That's why they come, after all. That's why they always come.
Namjoon is drawn into duels like moths to a flame. Even unwillingly.
Vampires know Namjoon. They know his name and they know his face and worst of all, they know what family he's from. Some of them think that if they win the duel, they can break the current armistice and blackmail Namjoon's father into admitting which species is stronger.
Namjoon knows that even if that did happen, he'd never stoop to such a level even if his son's life was on the line.
It's why Namjoon fights so harshly for his life when he's challenged. It's why he's never lost a fight.
So, when Jimin stalks across campus to, presumably, find him, Namjoon isn't worried about losing.
He's worried about winning.
Namjoon likes the peace between the vampires and the werewolves. He likes it and he wants to keep it and unfortunately, he had deluded himself into thinking that this particular challenger would see that as well.
Of course, Park Jimin could be here for other reasons. Namjoon very much doubted that.
The day is nice out. It's sunny and warm and Namjoon's body feels relaxed. He was sitting outside in the campus lawn, legs crossed as he studied his books intently.
He was comfortable.
And incredibly aware of how close Park Jimin's scent was to him.
He looks up.
"Prince Jimin," he says sweetly. Jimin looks angry.
"Namjoon," is his curt reply. He looks stiff and uncomfortable. He clenches his jaw and Namjoon sighs, standing up and closing his book.
"I wanted to propose something," Jimin finally says, voice quiet but determined.
Namjoon rolls his eyes. "Yes, I know what you want to ask. Do you really want to do this?"
A combination of many emotions flickers across Jimin's face but Namjoon can't read any of them. "Of course I want to do it. But… how do you know I want this anyway?"
Namjoon has to scoff at that. How could he not know? The anger rolling off Jimin in waves makes it obvious enough. The years and years of animosity between the two combined with the animosity between their clans… it was obvious. Namjoon felt like Jimin should have known better to ask him questions with obvious answers.
"A lot of people want to do it. So? Where do you want to do this? Here?"
Jimin rolls his eyes at that. "Why the hell would we do it here? But really… why are you agreeing so easily? I thought I'd have to try and convince you."
Namjoon shakes his head and gives a wry smile. He stretches his neck as he answers, trying to make sure that nothing will sprain in his fight.
"Just looking at you, Jimin, tells me everything I need to know. I know how this will go."
Jimin stares at him for a few seconds, but finally, his lips turn into a smile, his fangs showing. "Okay, well, that was easier than I thought. I didn't know you'd want to do it so willingly. You're more open-minded than I thought."
Namjoon frowns at the choice of words but doesn't comment. Jimin keeps talking.
"Honestly, I've wanted to do this for years now."
That troubles Namjoon more than he'd like to admit. Years? Jimin has wanted this for years? He knew Jimin didn't like him, but he didn't know his hatred ran quite so deep. He supposes it makes sense, though.
Jimin is the son of the vampire king. Namjoon is the son of the werewolf chief.
It's as if this duel was written in the stars. Fated to be.
He was just really hoping it wouldn't turn out like that.
"Is it because of me? Or because of my father?"
Jimin frowns. "Why the hell would it be about your father? It's because of you."
And… and Namjoon didn't expect to hear that. It makes him feel angrier than he'd like.
He sighs. "Okay, well, I'm actually busy today. I'm studying for exams. Can we do it later?" He was okay with fighting today but now he just wants Jimin to leave. Nobody has ever challenged him just because he was Namjoon. It's never felt so personal before. Namjoon can't understand why Jimin would even hate him this much. They've barely even spoken.
Maybe it's because you tried to scent him, he thinks miserably. That's probably it.
Jimin seems happy though, flushed face and proud smile showcasing his emotions far too easily. Namjoon just feels irritated and miserable.
"I'm free whenever," Jimin finally says.
Namjoon nods. He opens his phone to check his calendar. He frowns and looks back up at Jimin.
"Are you good at it?"
Jimin blanches. "Good?"
"Yeah, like are you good with your hands? Or is it fangs for you?"
A blush crosses over Jimin's face and that confuses Namjoon even more.
"Uh, yeah, I'm… good."
Namjoon nods. "Well, I am too. So, we're definitely going to need some time for this."
Jimin's blush grows darker. "Oh? You're awfully proud in your abilities, aren't you?"
Namjoon just scoffs, looking back down at his phone. "Okay, how about this Friday night?" He looks back up at Jimin.
"Friday night? That's two days from now."
"Yes. And? Is that not good?"
Jimin blinks. "No, that's great. It's just…." he bites his lip, "it's just really soon. I'm excited."
Namjoon fights back rolling his eyes. Yes, obviously he's excited. So excited to fight Namjoon and try to claim some power over him and his entire species because of it.
Super exciting.
"Okay, well, where do you want to meet?"
Jimin squirms slightly in place. Namjoon raises an eyebrow.
"I don't know? Yours would probably be best."
Namjoon frowns. "Mine? You mean my house?" Jimin nods and Namjoon thinks that Jimin has to be the weirdest vampire he's ever met. "Are you sure? I was thinking a field or something."
Jimin's nose scrunches up. "The fuck? A field? Are we fucking animals?"
Namjoon gives him a pointed look. Jimin flushes.
"Okay," Namjoon says wryly. "No field. My place. Let's say… ten at night? That good for you or is it too late because you want to show off?"
Jimin gives him a strange look. "Ten is good. Your place. Got it. I'll be there."
Namjoon nods, his body sagging. He feels tired. He wants Jimin to leave already.
"Okay, are we done now then?"
Jimin's eyes go wide. "Ah, yes, it seems we are. Okay. Two days from now. Ten. Your place. I'm… I'm thankful you agreed, Namjoon."
Namjoon wants to say something like, You shouldn't be. Why are you even asking me this in the first place? Get a life, but Jimin is running off before he can stop him.
The rest of Namjoon's day goes by horribly.
On the day of, Namjoon feels nervous. He didn't tell his family about it to avoid starting drama. Although, it hardly matters anyway since his parents are both out of town this weekend.
Namjoon did tell his friends about it, letting them know that if he doesn't contact them within the next day that they should come and check on him. He doubts it'll get that serious, but he knows it's better to be safe than sorry.
Yoongi had expressed wary concern, but Hoseok and Jeongguk assured him he'd do well in the fight. Namjoon didn't want to fight Park Jimin at all.
But it was almost ten. And Kim Namjoon wasn't a scared pup.
Jimin arrives right after Namjoon finishes his stretches. His tank top is loose on him and he's wearing shorts so it'll be easier to move around. He hasn't had a fight in a while.
When he opens the door, he almost expects it to be an instant start.
Instead, he gets a sly, "A tank top and shorts? I thought maybe you'd give me something to take off you."
Namjoon frowns. What a strange thing to say.
"Yes, well," he responds, letting Jimin in, "it'll be easier for me to move around. Unlike… your attire."
Jimin is wearing incredibly tight-fitting jeans, sleek black boots, and a shirt that Namjoon would only see at a club. Jimin's hair looks nice as well, like he put it together for this fight, and Namjoon wonders if this is custom for royal vampires.
Jimin's fangs pop out when he smiles at Namjoon.
"I obviously know how to dress hot. Then again… I am getting a nice view," he says lowly, inching closer to Namjoon.
Namjoon takes a step back.
“A nice view?”
Jimin smiles wider and it makes Namjoon feel even more lost than before. He’s never fought someone who acted this way. So eager but in a completely different way. A way that seemed almost--
And then Jimin is kissing him. Aggressively and angrily and filled with so much want that Namjoon can’t believe he didn’t catch up on the scent before.
Namjoon, despite his sudden wanton desire to continue, is quick to pull back.
“What the fuck?” He doesn’t wipe at his mouth but the urge to do it is there. “What the fuck was that? Is that your tactic?”
Jimin glares at him and Namjoon thinks that he’ll just get to it and attack him right then and there. Instead, he bites his lip nervously.
“What do you mean?” he finally asks. “I thought you wanted this. You agreed to it.”
Namjoon shakes his head. “I agreed to fight you. You challenged me to a fight. You don’t remember this? Did you hit your fucking head or something in the last two days?”
Jimin stares at him. “What?”
“You challenged me to a fight. On campus? I’m actually concerned about you now. Are you sure you’re okay?”
Jimin blinks. “What?" he says again.
“What do you mean 'what?' You hit your head, didn’t you?”
Instead of an answer, he gets Jimin's bewildered stare. Namjoon frowns at him.
“Fuck,” Jimin finally says, walking away quickly and heading deeper into his house. Namjoon trails after him, watching as Jimin collapses into the first chair he sees. He groans. “It took me two hours to dress up for this night. I cleaned myself too.”
Namjoon stares at him incredulously. “You cleaned yourself? For what?”
Jimin sighs. “To fuck you, you fucking moron.” He sighs. “Well, for you to fuck me.”
Namjoon chokes on nothing at all. “You want me to fuck you?”
Jimin huffs but nods.
“Not… fight? I thought you wanted to fight! You hated me! You have glared at me during every single one of our interactions.”
Jimin rolls his eyes. “Because I was attracted to you! You’re a werewolf and I couldn’t help it and it’s annoying, you’re infuriating, but… I just…”
“Just what?”
Jimin clenches his jaw and looks away. “I wanted to feel what your knot felt like.”
Namjoon sucks in a breath.
The thing is: Namjoon has always thought Park Jimin was attractive. It’s not something he discovered later in life. Namjoon’s pretty sure he’s had a small thing for the vampire since they were younger, which is why he embarrassingly tried to scent him during their first meeting.
Back then it was just puppy love.
Now it was… obviously something baser.
Namjoon never thought too much about it, though. Why would he? He never assumed it was even a possibility, not just because of the hatred between their species but instead because Jimin hated him.
It seems he could not be more wrong.
Finally, he forces himself to clear his throat, to speak, to say something because he can see how tense Jimin is making himself.
“I… wouldn’t be opposed to that.”
Jimin’s gaze snaps toward him. “What?”
Namjoon swallows, the intent of this situation having changed completely. Instead of taking in Jimin’s outfit and criticizing its effectiveness, he now sees it for what it is.
Jimin is smaller than him, has a fantastic body, and the light shimmering makeup on his lips makes them look even fuller than usual.
“I wouldn’t be opposed to that idea. Actually, I… would like it very much.”
Jimin stands up. “You would?” He steps closer to Namjoon. Namjoon takes a deep breath.
“Yes. You want it right? Want my knot to fill you up?”
Jimin’s eyes widen and he bites back a smile. “That wasn’t sexy at all.”
Namjoon isn’t deterred. “I’m only saying what you told me earlier,” he responds. “What? You don't want it anymore?"
Jimin glares at him. "Did I say that?"
Namjoon feels pleasure shoot through his body. Jimin still wants it. Namjoon didn't miss out on this chance and because of it, he feels undeniably giddy.
"I thought you wanted to fight. I didn't want to fight."
Jimin takes another step closer. Namjoon does as well, filling the space between them.
"That'd be stupid. Do you know how bad it'd get if that happened? An actual war."
Namjoon hums. He agrees obviously, but Jimin's chest is pressed against him and Namjoon's hands travel to his lower back. He's warm and soft and cool and hard and Jimin gasps at the touch, mouth opening and showing off his fangs again.
Namjoon wants to know what Jimin's fangs feel like sinking into him. He's watched porn before with vampires and werewolves and he knows that there's a pleasure to the pain. He's always been so fascinated by them.
He swallows. "What do you want, Jimin? Tell me exactly what you want."
Jimin presses his lips against his before he can answer.
It's not like the first kiss. Jimin is still as aggressive, still as desperate, but now Namjoon knows what he wants. Now Namjoon knows where this ends up. And that changes everything.
Namjoon's hands grip Jimin's arm tightly as he presses forward, Jimin half-stumbling over his backward steps as he's pushed gently against the wall. Jimin whines as Namjoon travels down his neck and just inhales.
Jimin smells like want. Namjoon wants to devour him.
"What do you want, Jimin?" he asks again, lips hovering over his neck. Jimin gasps softly.
"You know what."
Namjoon does know. But he wants to hear Jimin say it. Jimin seems to understand and he buries his face against Namjoon, fangs ghosting his neck as he breathes out his response.
"I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your knot."
Namjoon groans. "Yeah, fuck, okay yeah. Let's go to my room."
"Carry me," Jimin mumbles softly. A shiver shoots down Namjoon's body. His fangs are right there and Namjoon wants to feel them.
He hoists Jimin up, Jimin's legs wrapping around his waist easily, and Namjoon makes his way to his room with anticipation in the pit of his stomach. Jimin's entire demeanor has changed, still the same, but he seems so comfortable to curl up against Namjoon and just disappear into him. As if Namjoon's his big strong werewolf.
When they get to his room, Namjoon puts Jimin down gently, following after him as he hovers above Jimin.
"You're really pretty," Namjoon whispers.
Jimin smiles deviously up at him. "Am I?"
"Yes."
"Good. Now fuck me."
Namjoon laughs but does as he says, undressing Jimin with some difficulty considering how tight his clothes are, but after a hissed "Hurry up" from Jimin, Jimin lies naked beneath him.
Namjoon bends down and kisses his lips. Jimin bites him immediately, drawing blood, and Namjoon moans into it.
"You want that? You want me to bite you as much as I want to feel your knot inside of me?"
Instead of a response, Namjoon kisses him again.
He takes off his own clothes quickly, not wanting to waste any more time, and Jimin watches him carefully, squirming as he waits. When Namjoon finishes undressing, he grabs the lube and bends down.
Jimin is... Jimin is perfect. Namjoon wonders just how long he's wanted this, just how long he's looked at Namjoon and wanted to stretch around his knot, just how long Jimin's held back on saying anything at all.
Earlier, Jimin said it's been years. Namjoon wishes they did this earlier.
Jimin is impatient when Namjoon starts fingering him, gasping softly while telling Namjoon to get on with it already. But Namjoon doesn't know Jimin as well as he'd like to and he doesn't want to hurt him. Jimin rolls his eyes but lets Namjoon take his time anyway.
Finally, when Jimin's had enough, closing his eyes tightly and demanding that Namjoon just fuck him already, Namjoon does.
Namjoon takes a moment to admire the view of his cock pressed against Jimin's hole and Jimin all but screams at him, letting out an irritated moan as Namjoon just lightly presses in, but not enough to actually enter him.
Jimin groans. "I'm going to kill you, just do it already."
"How long have you wanted this? How many times did you picture this happening?"
"I don't know, who cares! If you don't put your dick in me this second, Kim Namjoon, I am—"
Namjoon pushes in. Jimin's words stutter to a stop.
Jimin feels good. Warm and inviting and so fucking hot and Namjoon presses in even more, Jimin keening underneath him.
When he finally pushes in as far as he can, cock buried completely in Jimin, Jimin takes deep breaths, panting quietly, the sound just for him and Namjoon.
"Is it okay?" Namjoon finally asks when Jimin's breathing calms down.
Jimin's stare turns into a glare. "Yes. You're so—" he pushes his body up and then down again to try and create movement, "big. Fuck, your knot is going to be even bigger, fuck. Namjoon, please move."
Namjoon is quick to oblige. He pulls out, moaning at the feeling and then thrusts back in again, harder this time. Jimin lets out beautiful sounds and when Namjoon starts to finally pick up the pace, Jimin's entire back arches.
The entire time, Namjoon can't take his eyes off Jimin, can't take his eyes off how pretty he looks, how Namjoon's entire body covers him up, how pretty his skin is, how pretty the sounds he's making are, how much Namjoon just wants to completely envelop himself in him.
Namjoon is going faster and faster and at one point, he pushes Jimin's legs up so he can bury himself inside Jimin even more and Jimin is eager and blissed out, moving with Namjoon as his hands travel all over Namjoon's waist and back and through his hair.
Jimin doesn't tell Namjoon when he's going to cum but Namjoon can tell it's about to happen anyway. Jimin's entire body shutters and he lets out a low groan and Namjoon grabs Jimin's cock, pressing on the head of it, sucking in a breath when Jimin finally lets go, his cum dripping out pathetically and onto Namjoon's fingers.
"Shit."
Namjoon picks up the pace, so so close, and he can feel his knot coming, and Jimin isn't moving anymore, too tired, but he keeps his gaze on Namjoon, eyes heavy and pretty.
"Shit," Namjoon says again, leaning forward and pressing his lips against Jimin's neck. "Bite me. I'm about to knot. Please bite me. Jimin, b—"
Jimin's lips are on Namjoon's neck in an instant and Namjoon's heart picks up when he feels Jimin's fangs.
Jimin bites and Namjoon's body sags as he thrusts forward one more time, knot popping open, and Jimin is still sucking his blood but he moans loudly when it happens.
Pulling back, Namjoon situates them into a more comfortable position on their sides, his arms wrapping around Jimin's waist as he feels his cum pumping into him, Jimin panting.
"It feels so good. Better than I thought," Jimin mutters after a minute passes. Namjoon laughs weakly.
"I'm glad you think so. I want you to suck the blood out of my dick."
Jimin groans. "That's what they all say, but when I finally get down to doing it? They chicken out."
"Oh, hell no. I'm not chickening out. I want to fill your mouth with my cum and blood."
Jimin shimmies against him, tilting his head so he can give Namjoon a disgusted look. "That's incredibly gross."
Namjoon grins down at him. "And yet."
"And yet nothing. You're disgusting. I hate werewolves. All of you."
"You don't seem to hate my knot." To prove his point, Namjoon shifts a bit, pressing his knot in deeper. He smirks as Jimin immediately lets out a soft moan. "See?"
"Shut up."
Namjoon hums and tries not to enjoy the moment as much as he enjoyed the sex.
(He fails.)
The next day, they stay in, fucking in more ways than one, Jimin making sure he gets "every experience with Namjoon's knot" even though Namjoon complains and says that after a while, it's just too much. Jimin's irresistible, however, so Namjoon complies willingly.
Yoongi texts him at one point, asking if he's dead or not, so Namjoon just sends a picture of himself, completely fucked out, with a smiley face as the caption.
Yoongi calls him gross and tells him to never contact him again, but to have fun.
Namjoon watches as Jimin starts to mouth as his cock with a teasing smile and thinks that he definitely will.