[M] I Love You (1/2)

So I have good and bad news: I have a three day weekend this week but the bad news is the fact that I might be losing winter recess to make up for the loss of a whole week that hurricane sandy just caused （；￣ェ￣ ）yay me... Well I hope you enjoyed that crappy smut and yay for all you hardcore Jongkey people out there they are back together!! rather unfair to Taemin though.... Maybe something will happen in this chapter you never know.

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Taemin POV

I had hoped that the best would happen when Jonghyun left to go meet Key after all I could only wait for them to return. I mean surely they wouldn't  stay out all night for two days straight....

When Jonghyun left last night the rest of us managed to settle in and set up our things. The house we were in looked rather small from the outside but once you were inside it was like a whole other world. I don’t know about the others' rooms but I chose a room  that had two beds and a balcony. One bed was for Minho to rest in and the other bed was for me to use to calm myself down or recharge when I started to get weary. The balcony always made me feel safer because of the wind that would come through. It was also nice having it there seeing as there wasn't really any sunlight coming through in this realm, so I didn't have to worry about cooking both Minho and myself alive.

I took care of him last night and I plan to take care of him today even though Jaejoong keeps saying that I need to catch a break.

It felt a little unfair that I couldn't show my love to Minho or even talk to him like everyone else could with their significant other. I felt so distant from him as if our relationship was working on a silver lining between obsession and lustfulness.

I moved myself closer to his bed removing the dark green comforter that covered my lower section. Sitting next to him hearing him breathe reassured me that he would somehow someday wake up and hug me. It told me that he would wake up and kiss me and tell me he loves and he would stay awake long enough for me to say it back. I let my hands ghost over his face too afraid to touch him. I looked at all his features. From his sharp jawline to his straight nose. His once pink lips now pale that teased me as if saying I can't kiss them.

For most people if they walked in and saw me touching his face in the manner in which I was touching it they might think two very grim thoughts. One Mimho must have just died and I am mourning over his death or two; I'm a necrophilic bastard. Either way a human would be severely creeped out. Necromancers and vampires alike won't find it weird at all, in fact according to Onew it is completely normal for vampires and necromancers to basically molest their loved ones if they are not able to be awake to extended periods of time. According to Yunho it's actually a healthy thing because it keeps the mates energized.

I stared at Minho's face hoping that if he had woken up in the middle of what I was about to do he wouldn't be weirded out or anything like that. I slowly inched my way over his face my lips barely touching his as our noses acted like a barrier. I suddenly remembered that locking the door and the balcony would be a pretty smart idea to avoid getting seen in the embarrassing act I was about to commit. I reluctantly went away from Minho and locked the door and the balcony being careful not to wake Minho even though it would take more than just a door or two slamming to wake him up.

I walked back to the bed and climbed over him watching him. I frowned at his sleeping face biting my lip to hold back a sad groan. He looked so peaceful... So distant. Maybe it was my growing obsession with him that made me notice his face was slightly losing it's light or maybe I was just the type of person that just let's their eyes play cruel tricks on them. Either way it made me sad looking at him.

I didn't know if it was just coincidence but somehow the word necrophilia just kept playing in my head with each passing second. I was basically getting horny over my dying mate....I guess that's where the necromancer part comes from.

I looked down at my crotch and rolled my eyes. Of all the times to get horny thinking about him why did it have to be the time when he was basically dying?

I tried to get the thought of sex out of my head but something inside me snapped and suddenly I felt a horny side of myself take over.

I began to grind my hips onto his in a circular motion attempting to get some sort of friction. I kept going until I realized that there actually was friction. Minho was getting hard too. For a few seconds I let the thoughts replay over and over in my head how it was possible for his body to unconsciously have the energy to actually be horny. My thoughts were interrupted when I felt his body jerk.

I felt selfish desires well up in me as I reached for his pants zipper to unleash his hard on. I slowly zipped it open and felt the excitement build in me as the fabric of his underwear threatened to burst open through the zipper. As soon as I undid the button on his boxers his cock practically sprang up standing proudly.