× casino

@b. joohyun slot machines continue to bell in her ear, a cry she was getting too familiar with, despite her intention to seek sanctuary in the restroom. however, there was some hold up that created a line that reached a far distance. not that she really mind, she was not in any sort of rush. she glanced around in hopes to distract herself from the wait but the person in front of her gave an impression of shire panic. with her eyebrows knit together, the concern in her voice couldn't be muffled down. "are you alright?" she gave the person a short tap on the shoulder to get her full attention. since they were in line together, might as well pass the time with conversation. besides, she was worried. although she was someone she never saw before, a stranger, she felt empathetic to her situation, no matter what it is. panic was something she was unfortunately familiar with. maybe there was some way she could help?

@k. taehyung A sneer grew below Yuri’s sheer mask. He could feel the magician’s crotch throb under his pressure. ing . A soft laugh trickled out of him at the thought. The memory of Taehyung into the sheets, aching and quivering before him was vivid. Of course he would be aroused even in this situation. …If anyone heard his thoughts they would choke on the irony. Yuri was infamous for the he organised and his private ual escapades. If he was still respected, it was because of his power and the power of the coven that backed him. However, truth to be told, Yuri’s anger and pain overwhelmed any ual desire he felt for the other.

His anger grew at the man’s question. Yes, why WAS he here? His head spun about, dark red eyes boring into his companion’s body. The werewolf, who had wanted to intervene, now took a hasty step back. Yuri was seething with hatred and the darkness threatened to enshroud everyone around them and set of a Chaos that was to be remembered. If anything, it was the magician’s delicate body in his clutches that stopped him… because if he did anything too severe with the man caught unawares, he would be ripped to shred. Deep down, Yuri did not want that. Yet.

The werewolf decided, in a rare episode of intelligence, to make himself scarce and with his retreating figure, Yuri’s attention returned to little Taehyung before him. Mothering bastard.

He could feel the pulsing of the magician’s blood beneath his delicate skin, rushing through his veins at an intoxicating speed. His lips were so close to the man’s neck… Yuri let out a low, shuddering moan. In that fraction of a second his guard slipped. His hold on the man softened and his muscles relaxed. How Yuri pitied those who had never tasted real blood. How he hated drinking that dog’s piss they handed out. For the first year after they had parted ways, Yuri’s suffering had been indescribable. He couldn’t eat without throwing up. His friend literally had to force-feed him to keep him alive. The withdrawal symptoms almost broke him and now here he was, with temptation right in front of him. And who would Yuri be, if not the master of temptation?

Suddenly, the scenery changed. Yuri startled and took a half step back, in part pushed by the magician. His head spun left and right. ‘Where…?’, he thought to himself. It had been a while since he’d teleported and, although shameful, he had to admit for a second genuine confusion illuminated his ruby orbs.

The others words re-focused on him and he let out a high-pitched laugh. His red eyes sparkled in amusement, latched onto the magician’s. He took a moment to gather himself, running a hand through his messily styled black hair. The sheer fabric of his mask clung to his lips as he breathed in, firm muscles under his tight-fitted clothes flexing with excitement. How amusing. How utterly hilarious. Yuri’s slanted eyes smiled, dark lips stretching into a timid, playful smirk.

“You…” Yuri looked up and heaved a sigh, letting his hand slip from his hair over his face. Long, slender fingers so experienced in giving pleasure gently brushed over his features in a clean line. His fingertips hovered over his lips as if in contemplation. The nail of his middle finger dug gently into the tender flesh, pulling it down just enough to reveal sharp fangs. His hand dropped to his side. “….” His gaze fell to the magician’s and he took a step closer, his arms wrapped around his slender waist. “…want me to leave? So you bring me here? My oh my…” Yuri giggled- yes, giggled brightly, his eyes lighting up. This was always a bad sign, as Taehyung should be aware. Yuri giggling meant he was in his most terrible of moods- the deadly one. “What a bad lier you are, hm? …Don’t lie to yourself, little magician. You are as much a slave to desire as anyone.”

Yuri may seem calm but to anyone who knew him, he was on the tip of ripping someone’s heart out and crushing it in his pretty fingers.

“You leave me…” His voice shook at the memory, anger once more flaring up on his surface. “and have the AUDACITY to insult me this way?

@p. yuri The vision in front of his eyes was black, deep darkness engulfed him with lights flickering like a tornado. The stumble had been nothing---but this? He tried to breathed but couldn’t, was strained around his throat what felt like a rope ripping into him. But it was warm, it radiated a all too well known heat. All his senses were alert but none of them helped him to get out of this confusion. It felt as if the time had stopped moving with his body feeling frozen. The moment that was just like being caught in the ocean, being pulled down, catching for air while one’s lungs were already drowned in water, all that just before the last and final wave would seize one.

Being rammed into the nearest wall had Taehyung wake from his stupor. A stabbing pain pulsated through his body, he fought against his own body rather than moving against his attacker. . . . This was all way too familiar as if he was drowned right back into their past. Why was it that a sudden spark of lust and pleasure rushed right through him with Yuri’s thigh against his crotch?

ing idiotic bastard.

But it was an insult rather at himself than Yuri. His hand grabbed for Yuri’s managing to release himself from the hold onto his throat the slightest---at least he was able to pull in air sharply into his lungs.

Why?

A question that he could not answer, not even to himself. It had been one of the most stupid decisions he had ever made but it was a given around Yuri. Just seeing his old lover from afar pulled him right back into the misery of the past, as if a bond was drawn between them that even after years had not vanished. “Why are you here?” He asked in return, his voice was weak from the tightness around his throat before but it did not stop him from his remark. Yuri knew that Taehyung would be in the casino, so why had he even dared to step into his territory? Hadn’t they broken all bonds, Taehyung at least, to get away from each other?

. His back pained from the position that he was pulled in. Somehow it still felt as if it was only them in the room, as if not several eyes stared at them in confusion. Memories flashed through his mind as Yuri hid his face at the crook of his neck. God, it reminded me of when his once lover had buried his fangs into his skin, blood from him exchanged with that pleasure pulling him into a high. Even now without being touched in such a way did he roll back his eyes almost as if the memory was enough to have him explode in such emotions once again.

God, he had to get Yuri away from him but it felt impossible, not only because of the other’s strength but even more so because a tiny spark did not want to push him away, rather wanted to hold him close, to do all kinds of things to him, use his magic cuffs, be used, all to bury himself deep inside Yuri’s heat---those thoughts were the point when he gave up. It only took seconds for them to stand in Taehyung’s office. The dim light of the room had their every breath feel more intense. He adjusted himself, nonetheless using the chance of not having a wall right at his back to push Yuri away from him. His body felt empty. His skin missed the tingling feeling when it brushed against the other. In an instance, he craved him again, craved to have that body quiver beneath him, craved the fire that burned all over him when Yuri touched him.

“You need to leave.” What a stupid statement, Taehyung had been the one teleporting them into his office rather than out on the streets. Maybe he could blame his instincts, blame their past, blame the way that Yuri was all too tempting---in the end though, his body knew what his brain didn’t want to believe, he lusted for the fire that Yuri had ignited in him once more.

@x. dejun For a night like this it was surprisingly busy, men and women alike dressed up in the most fancy clothes they could pay for, after all it was almost a privilege to be here. They were all fools nonetheless. Losing their fortune of the greed for more and more. A world that was not quite his but one that he had to deal with due to it being his job, his casino. A man who seemed like the bad guy just because he was the master of the game.

Taehyung sat at the bar with his gaze watching over the gamblers. The slot machines were not in his sight, more the endless numbers of tables with people crowding around the games. A man appeared close to him, his steps were hurried and Taehyung was alerted by a hand sign that the man gave him, one of the guards that acted like gamblers themselves to blend into the mass.

It was impossible to beat the slot machines, they were only ever giving small amounts of money to keep the people tempted to keep playing. Taehyung walked over to the area of the casino, the expression on his face one engulfed by darkness as he morphed into the role that was a given with his job. Just as he reached the machines he saw a boy standing by one of them, the typical sound of the machine working as the boy hit all right symbols. He came to a stop by the side of the machine. “Sir, you---” His eyes widened in shock as he recognized the face of the boy.

“Dejun?!”

This was impossible, he was dead. How could he be here? His body quivered from the shock, his face was pale as he had no idea just what to do. This must have been just his imagination but the boy’s face stayed the same. “You are alive? How? What? This is impossible...” He mumbled more so to himself.

@k. taehyung Unbelievable. He was coming towards him. He had the gall to approach him! Anger made his ruby-red eyes glare violently into the others. A plethora of emotions washed over him, drowning him with each step Taehyung took towards him. Rage. Disgust. Sadness. Contempt. …Longing, soon followed by disgust (for himself) once more. He would rip the man’s head off the moment he stepped close enough and be rid of him once and for all.

No, he would wait and see what this man who had left him… left HIM! had to say for himself. And so, Yuri watched pensively as Taehyung approached him. With each step the vampire grew more restless. He knew him. How could he not? And he knew that look- it was infectious. The dark lights illuminating the interior of the casino suddenly seemed to be too bright. The air seemed too stuffy, and the heating seemed to be trying to boil him alive. He let out a quiet, almost unnoticeable gasp for air and took a half-step back. His companion, thinking it was a stumble supportingly placed his hand at the small of his back.

‘Yuri.’

That voice… that look… Yuri's breath caught in his throat. Electricity shot through his nerves, the pleasant, nervous tingling setting him on fire. Putting him on edge. He couldn’t breathe and almost- almost whimpered. This was too much, too unexpectedly and Yuri fled but turning his head away.

The man kept moving closer and closer. His hot, rushed breath… the intense heat and emotion radiating from his skin… Yuri’s fingertips twitched with the desire to slide them around Taehyung’s neck, caress the soft skin and press the man’s body flush against his own. A pearl of cold sweat trickled down his down and he finally dared to lock eyes with Taehyung once more. They were only centimetres away from each other. All that stood between them was their clothes and the thin, black cloth Yuri used as a mask. Beneath that cloth his fangs itched to pierce through the familiar skin and paint it red.

Taehyung suddenly stumbled back and Yuri’s eyes stumbled in surprise, the trance ripped through. He looked at the one who had pushed him with mixed feelings. To be angry or to be thankful? Yuri closed his eyes, took a deep breath and ran his long, lithe fingers through his dark hair.

“…”

That had been far too intense and yes, it had frightened him. It had also scratched open an itch that would make it impossible for him to walk away from Taehyung now. He heart was beating. He was alive again, and he darted forward. His black figure blurred from the speed and in the next moment…

[from this point on, you can decide at what point Taehyung ‘intercepts’ and start your reply]

The casino had come to a stop. A pin could fall and it would ring through the giant hall crystal-clear. Yuri had Taehyung by his neck and had slammed him against the wall- just like he had wanted to. One of his knees spread the man’s legs open, his own thigh pressed against the other’s crotch. He didn’t squeeze the man’s throat shut, just held him firmly enough to keep him in place. The guards in the casino jumped to alert a second too late.

Yuri leaned in, his eyes half-lidded and brushed his cloth-covered lips over Taehyung’s. . “Filthy magician.”, he snarled, just loud enough for the two of them to hear. “You approach me? - Why?” Yuri let his hand slide from the front of Taehyung’s throat to his nape, and then up into his hair. In a smooth movement he pulled the man’s head back, forcing his back into an uncomfortable arch while his own free left hand slid up the side of his jacket and shirt. Yuri leaned in, the nails of his left hand digging into Taehyung’s skin. He buried his head into the beautiful arch of the man’s neck and breathed in deeply. “You. left. me.” His words seethed darkness and a suppressed rage. He hated him for leaving him. Hated. HATED. His lips trembled against the man’s neck. No one was allowed to see the pain and the emotion in his eyes now, so Yuri hid his face in Taehyung’s familiar shoulder- as he had done many times before for comfort. .

@j. hyeonju "some business to attend to, huh? that sounds really suspicious," mused dejun jokingly, though he quickly added so as to not offend the other in case his words came off wrongly. "she probably lost her way once that business was done and now she's taking too long to return." he nodded his head in confirmation, grinning soon after as he shrugged. "why not?" once it was time to reveal the cards, he watched as everyone placed down their arrangements one by one. they were all good cards, though as he glanced at the stranger's, he felt more confident that she could win it. finally, he took the cards from the girl and placed it down for all to see, grinning when he saw the look of shock on their faces, probably not expecting a clean score from her anytime soon. "i guess the money's all yours now," mused dejun as he collected the chips and handed them to her. "let's quickly leave and find your friend."

@p. yuri [This turned out to be longer than I thought it would, I hope that you like it and that you can work with what I wrote!]

His office was quiet and dark, the blinds were lowered and with it being dark outside only a small light from his desk filled the room. It was still his space and calm area when the casino was cramped with people trying to win the big jackpot of the night and turn their pitiful lives into something spectacular. They rarely won. Exposed through his Armani suit, Taehyung was still a man who knew how to keep his money to himself, how to have the casino flourish while making millions himself every night. He sighed. It wasn’t the life that he had planned for himself, it had never been something that he had wanted to do. Fate was a player, a trickster, a ing for going as far as pulling him into the dark world as he would call it. His office was like his soul, only a small part shining hidden beneath the black cloud of failed expectations, failed life plans.

As it was time for his usual control route around the casino, he got up from his chair, straightened his suit and followed the in timber revetted hallways to get back to the front of the place rather than the hidden, private area. He nodded to the many guards all over the place, magicians and werebeasts disguised as gamblers. Taehyung didn’t want those playing in the casino to know that they were watched and that any wrong move could lead to a night in punishment, the painful, not the ual, one. Tricksters would always suffer the consequences. Simply kicking those out wouldn’t lead to them learning a lesson.

His gaze scanned along the crowd of woman in fancy dressed and men in suits that were less expensive than his but still kept up a facade. One couple in particular caught his interest, two men, one of them seeming to be all too touchy. The skin all over his body started to tingle and he could not tell why it was that his body had that unfamiliar reaction. Unfamiliar in the sense that he had only ever felt this with one man before, one man who---his heart skipped a beat as the man turned his head, a cold shudder ran down his spine as their gazes met, locked with each other, his breath hitched and his hands started to tremble, his body felt weak from one moment to the other. Yuri.

This is not a good idea, this is not a good idea.

The words kept rushing through his head as his body seemed to move by itself. His steps weren’t hurried but the anticipation rose with every inch that he got closer. Yuri. Yuri. Yuri. It was on his mind like a tantrum, like a long lost spell that he hadn’t used in the years of not seeing each other, of keeping their distance. Their gazes were still locked and by the point that he stopped in front of his once lover, he had lost all control over his quivering body. The suit hid most of it but his skin was burning as the memory of Yuri’s touches all over his body flashed in his mind like a movie. The tension between them crackled and Taehyung wasn’t sure if he wanted to slam Yuri’s back against the poker table to hurt him or to make out.

“Yuri.” His voice was husky, the name almost a whisper, a secret. Taehyung did not care about the man next to them, the one who had clearly brought Yuri here for certain activities after. He stepped even closer, dared to get so close that their breathes mingled. Something that Yuri’s companion did not seem to like as he pushed Taehyung away, who caught his steps as he tumbled backwards.

@x. dejun (Dun worry beb, we all miss things from time to time XD )

Hyeonju heard his chuckle and smiled slightly in return before nodding. “Yeah, she said she had some business to tend to. She left with some guy but said she’d be back in a couple of hours.” she explained, probably over sharing more than most would have been comfortable. Then at his next words her smile grew. “Really? You think so?” she chuckled slightly, listening to his words carefully and nodding. “Alright. You want to help me?”

@k. taehyung Another night sneaking out of his home, another night of fun and mischief at the local casino. Dejun has made it a habit to visit the place whenever he could, since his parents wouldn’t allow him to as it was a dangerous spot to be lurking at. The male had found it rather comforting though, to be under the bright lights and betting his money on the line, listening to the cash going ka-ching, ka-ching!

This time, Dejun decided to play the slot machines in the casino. He inserted the chips and pulled the lever, hoping to score something big. He learned a trick on how to fool the machine and win with every roll he attempted, and he was trying the method out now.

As it seemed, the trick he learned worked! Triumphant, he did it a few more times with other machines, sometimes failing though most of them earning big rewards. Of course, this would alert the guards who notified the owner, reporting about a boy having winning streaks with the slot machines, alerting the boss of what was going on.

@j. hyeonju ((I DIDN’T NOTICE THIS HOW SCREAMS))

Dejun chuckled, offering an empathetic smile. “Did the friend ditch you at some point?” Things like that happened a lot, it seemed. He shook his head. “It’s okay- the fact you’re still up and running is a feat in itself, you should be proud of yourself!” Nodding his head, he gestured to her cards and added, “In that case, then you can take the chance. Whether you managed to win or not, I think it’s best if you end the game with this one last round. Then we can go and probably find that missing friend of yours.”

@k. taehyung One of the many sinful indulgences of life was gambling but Yuri rarely partook. He had no desire to grow his wealth and felt no thrill from the risk of losing it. If, however, something other than money... something more physical... was being gambled, he didn't mind. And yet it had been a while since he'd last entered an establishment such as this. Dark hair perfectly styled, bright red eyes- he was dressed in tight-fitted black clothes from head to toe. This was further complemented by a sheer black cloth covering the lower half of his face. Beside him walked a tall, well-built male, his arm wrapped around Yuri's slender but lean waist. Again, he didn't mind gambling on occassion but today, he hadn't come here by choice. He had made the mistake of letting his companion for the night surprise him and now he was already /here/. Where /he/ was. Yuri's outfit was not just dark his mood was as well. The dangerous, prickly aura he was emanating was drawing the attention of his surroundings, which only soured his mood.

Honestly, Yuri was afraid of encountering Taehyung. He wasn't afraid of the man himself, he was afraid of himself when he saw him. Yuri was infamous for letting emotions such as desire control his life. He was supposed to be a free spirit, but he had let himself get tied down by that man and he regretted it to the very depths of his soul. He wanted to carve out those months and incinerate them. The memory alone could infuriate him beyond measure. Of course, it wasn't regret for having loved that hurt as much as the chaotic violence and heartbreak his cursed love for the other had ignited. ".", Yuri spat under his breath and jerked his head to the side, unwilling to let his thoughts to drift to his 'dark past'.

Unfortunately the fates had decided to play games with him. With that small jerk of his head he had turned his direction slightly to the right and in the corner of his eye... was a figure he couldn't forget. Correction, hadn't forgotten yet. Startled, his jerked back to the other side and his breath quickened. His brows furrowed. 'My mind has to be playing tricks on me. It's not him.' In that moment, his moron of a companion decided to strengthen his grip on his waist. Some sort of possessive power-play perhaps, but Yuri wasn't having any of it and growled darkly. "Don't. touch. me." All it took was a sweep of his hand to remove the prying fingers from his frame. Werewolf or not, well-built or not, he was just a pup in front of Yuri.

He had come to a stop. Slowly, tentatively he turned his head to the right. His stare was piercing enough that anyone stupid enough to make eye-contact quickly cowered. Until his eyes locked on one particular individual. Taehyung. Yuri subconsciously let out another soft growl. He could feel the fury and the pain start to boil under his skin. But you know what the most ed up thing is? That fury, that pain and hurt, it made him want to rush right over, grab him by the throat and slam him against the wall.

@x. dejun Hyeonju watched him for a few minutes, nodding as he spoke before sighing. “It was supposed to be my friend doing all this. I’ve never played this before...” she chuckled slightly shaking her head before grinning. “I may have a chance? That’s good to hear at least!” she chuckled again before thinking. “I can’t remember, I know it wasn’t much though, it’s not my money so wanted to make it last...” she shook her head lightly again, a grin still on her face.

@j. hyeonju Dejun chuckled at the girl’s words, glancing down at her cards. They weren’t too bad, but they weren’t good either. “I would offer at a price, but seeing that you’re not doing very well, I think the price can wait.” He gestured to the cards in her hands then explained, “I wouldn’t bet too much money with that kind of arrangement. You may have a chance, but I can’t guarantee it. You can choose to fold too if you think that’s safer, but I think you can take the risk a bit with this.” He glanced at the pile of chips before asking, “How much did you bet?”

@x. dejun Hyeonju had only really come to the casino thanks to a friend that didn’t want to be alone while waiting for someone and walking home later, but now she was sat on her own at a table playing some sort of card game that she had never understood the rules to, no matter how many times anyone had tried to explain them to her. Meanwhile the girl that she had come with had vanished on some sort of ‘business’. Sighing to herself she looked at her cards, unsure of whether it was what people referred to as a good hand, before a whisper startled her and instantly she looked to the person that had spoke. “If your offering, I have no clue what I’m doing...” she mumbled back.

@j. hyeonju if his parents knew where he was right now, they wouldn't let him hear the end of it. as he watched the expression on the man across from him, he silently thought that this man was going to lose spectacularly. as his competitor confidently placed down his cards, dejun could only offer a feigned apologetic smile before baring his own arrangement. he held down a grin from forming as he watched the stranger's jaw slack, taking the chips given to him before leaving the table, glancing around for his next stop. he finally opted to visit a table where he noticed a god-stomped battle was going on, a poor girl being defeated tragically by her challenger as he stood beside her, whispering into her ear. "need help?"