WHOOSH

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Rating: Not Rated

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category: M/M
Fandom: ENHYPEN (Band)
Relationships: Nishimura Riki | Ni-Ki/Park Sunghoon, Lee Heeseung/Sim Jaeyun | Jake
Characters: Nishimura Riki | Ni-ki, Park Sunghoon (ENHYPEN), Kim Sunoo
(ENHYPEN), Park Jongseong | Jay, Lee Heeseung, Sim Jaeyun | Jake,
Yang Jungwon (ENHYPEN)
Additional Tags: Top Park Sunghoon (ENHYPEN), Bottom Nishimura Riki | Ni-ki, Blow
Jobs, Hand Jobs, Public Blow Jobs, Smut, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Semi-
Public Sex, Ghost Sex, Other Ships Not Mentioned in Tags, Other
Additional Tags to Be Added, Sunghoon is a ghost, Invocations -
Freeform, Jay is a witch, spells, it's a fantasy thing, Lots of Sex, hoonki
Language: English
Series: Part 6 of HOONKI ; ☆
Stats: Published: 2024-09-08 Updated: 2024-10-14 Words: 27,825 Chapters:
5/?
 WHOOSH
by icessng

Summary

—What? Ghost? -What?

—Didn't you know?.— he asks, completely sincere. He doesn't need an answer to know that
Ni-ki doesn't have the slightest idea what he's talking about. The ghost laughs.—You really
didn't know. Ni-ki, didn't you read the fine print? Before you cast a spell, you should read all
about it, especially if you don't know what you're getting into.

Or where Ni-ki accidentally invoke a ghost that feeds on sexual energy.

Notes

So, this is a fanfic I posted to a shipp of ateez on another platform (there in Spanish), but
while rereading it I thought "oh, this would look good as hoonki" and now I'm posting it. Ni-
ki bottom tag must be filled in! And I'll take care of that.

English is not my first language, so I'm sorry for any mistakes.

If there is any mistake in the names I also apologize (according to me I edited it well, but it is
at night and I use glasses haha).

See the end of the work for more notes

 When the spell goes wrong

—I must return a book to the library.

Ni-ki interrupted the conversation his three friends were having on various topics, from a
new program on TV to what they were doing for the weekend. Ni-ki was lost amidst the
sudden topic changes and didn't know how to join them without looking like a fool. But hey,
from the expression on his blonde friend's face, he must have looked like a fool now.

—Going to the library on a Friday? Is that how you want to spend your afternoon?.—
complained Sunoo, humming "bored" where he elongated the last vowel of the word by
rolling his eyes. Ni-ki sighed, hugging a large amount of books under his arm. There were so
many that he could barely hold them with one arm.

—I’m running an errand.—he explained.—My sister asked me to return a book because she
picked up the wrong one.

Sunoo nodded, but he wasn’t really interested. He lit a cigarette and with the cigar between
his lips, he said.—Your sister the witch?

—Konon is not a witch, she is a wicca. They are different things.— he explained rolling his
eyes. He was a little tired of explaining that there were no witches in his family and the
differences between being a witch and being a wicca. Konon always got irritated when they
didn’t know the difference between the two. It was one of the reasons why Sunoo didn’t like
him, because to the little guy everything related to “magic and spells” was the same. Well, at
least, he had stopped calling them “wizards”.—And yes, I need to turn in a spell book I took
by mistake.—Ni-ki managed to juggle the books and avoid dropping them as he searched for
said book. He was the only one of his friends who carried all the books with him, but excuse
him, he did care about finishing his homework on time and having his time available without
worrying about “I owe this homework, but I’ll do it on such a day.”

—I didn’t know there were magic books in libraries.—Heeseung joined the conversation,
reaching out to take the book Ni-ki took out of his backpack. Jake took it in front of him and
forced Heeseung to grab his waist again in a hug.

—There isn’t.—said Jake, opening the book curiously.—There’s one especially for magic
and sorcery books. I accompanied Ni-ki to one a few weeks ago.—He felt Heeseung’s
embrace become more possessive and internally, the warmth of a blush enveloped him as his
boyfriend brushed his hair as if to mark it with his scent. He really liked it when his
boyfriend became possessive of him. Sometimes he reminded him of a wolf.

—Cool.—Sunoo said, dropping his cigarette on the ground and stomping on it with his boot.
—Let me see that.—Jake couldn't even blink before Sunoo snatched the book out of his
hands. With little curiosity, Sunoo flipped through the book, his brow furrowed as he didn't
understand anything and because it wasn't what he expected. Deep down, he thought it was
like horror movies and they had to sacrifice goats.—It's in Latin, I can't understand what it
[Link] that, Ni-ki is the one who snatches the book from him now. Sunoo’s eyes widen.—
Can you read Latin?.—he asks, very surprised when he sees his friend reading the book and
whispering the words to himself.

Ni-ki nods.

—I lived all my childhood with a religious grandmother. She made me learn the Lord’s
Prayer in Latin and I ended up learning to read it.— he finishes his explanation, as if it’s no
big deal. But Sunoo is still very astonished, he can hopefully speak Korean correctly.—I got
it.— He clicks his tongue.—Basically, it’s a spell so you can control things and make them
move on their own. Like casting a spell on a broom so it can sweep your house without you
having to move.—Ni-ki narrows his eyes and moves a little closer to the book until his nose
almost touches the sheets of paper. —But there’s a smaller print. Just give me a moment so I
can….

—That’s cool.—Again, Sunoo snatches the book from him and his mouth stretched into a
macabre smile that everyone could identify as a villain when he finds something to destroy
the world. «Do you know what I could do with this?» his face said, his voice, instead, said:—
It must have been used before by a pervert. That would explain why the book is sticky.— He
laughed at his own joke. Beside him, Ni-ki grimaced as he understood what his friend was
referring to. Quickly, from his backpack he pulled out a small bottle of antibacterial gel.

—Give me that.

Sunoo groaned with a “Hey!” as Ni-ki took the spell book back into his backpack.
—It’s not to play with,— he said, moving forward. His dorm was the closest, after all he
lived in the campus dorms, and they were at the point where his friends and he were going
their separate ways.—I have to deliver it to the library tomorrow.

—Tomorrow?.—Sunoo shouted, crossing his arms against his chest and watching his friend’s
back tense with every step he took.—Why, will you use it today to control your dildo and
masturbate?

Ni-ki blushed. Beside him, a lady, probably a teacher, gave him a judging look and heard
Sunoo’s laughter behind his back as Ni-ki shouted in response, «Fuck you, Kim Sunoo».

Holy Jesus, he wasn’t going to do anything. It was just that it was too late to go to the library
and he had homework to do.

[...]

Ni-ki stretched his arms, groaning in satisfaction as his joints thundered. It was around ten
o’clock at night and he had finally finished a large part of his homework.

Next to him on the table, there’s a pizza box, a note from his roommate saying they would be
late and not to expect him for dinner, and his school supplies strewn about.

When he received a text from Jungwon letting him know that he wouldn’t be home, Ni-ki
decided it was time to put his homework away for the day and curl up in his corresponding
bed to finish the series he started yesterday. He had stayed on an interesting chapter last
night. But when he looks inside his backpack and sees the peculiar cover and the golden
braids on the spine of the book, Ni-ki purses his lips at the sudden memory of his last
conversation with his friends and he remembers the folded page.

The book opens right at the puckered page.

There are drawings in the corners of the text as an example of the spell, with a pencil moving
and other materials. The title is in large black letters, with a striking typeface, and the text is
in italics, but done in scribbles. It is as if it had been written by hand and not by a typewriter,
showing only how old the book is. Even, the pages are of a yellowish hue and the leaves are
so fragile that Ni-ki has to be careful when turning the pages to see a little more of the inside
with curiosity. But he ends up always coming back to the same page with the folded corner,
because it is the only spell he is really interested in. However, deep down, he is really
interested in the privileges the spell could give him.

«He must have used it a pervert before» his brow furrows, his insides throbbing with
embarrassment at the thought returning to his head.

Actually, he hadn’t thought about it. He had taken the spell in a different way from Sunoo,
like how useful it would be when he needs someone to tidy up his room while he has some
other chore (although his room is always spotless). But now, it’s pounding in his head
Sunoo’s voice shouting that “Will you use it to control your dildo and masturbate?”. He
doesn’t have such a toy, living in a house where three other people besides him live, visitors
are sudden and there is zero privacy; it would be highly difficult to hide such a toy. But
controlling a dildo is not what he’s thinking.
Ni-ki sees the image of a glove drawn in the corner below the text that seems to float and
point at him. His lips turn into a thin line and with his brow furrowed with some guilt, Ni-ki
locks the front door and walks up to his room, throwing his backpack in the corner of the
small room and then. He knows that no one will come that night, Jungwon will have a study
night with his group of friends, after the taekwondo training is over: so he will probably be
alone until the wee hours of the morning.

It seems perfect and that everything was planned, but it was just a coincidence that he found
that page and had that peculiar conversation with his friends. Just a coincidence.

He sits at the desk in his room, next to the window that lets in the calm breeze of late
September and swings the curtains. He leaves the book open to the page of "Help Spell" (or
something he remembers it being called, his Latin is a little rusty since he left his
grandmother's house at the age of ten) and looks at the white glove he wore last Halloween
when he dressed up as a prince for the costume party organized by Song MinGi, the co-
captain of the basketball team.

He considers it for a moment, he must be crazy to consider masturbating with a glove that
will supposedly “take on a life of its own”. He laughs, now that he thinks about it, he can’t
even be sure that would actually work. It’s his understanding that only sorcerers who have a
little experience with magic can cast spells. Ni-ki, he has never cast a spell before. He didn’t
know magic existed until Konon became a wicca a few years ago. Well, she also told him that
magic existed in her blood, because her ancestors were witches, but that tradition had been
broken when her great-grandmother learned about religion and thanks to her, her current
family were Christians. Until Konon revived her witch blood again and became a Wiccan.

Still, Ni-ki is not sure if he can cast a spell that he claims to be yellow level. Now he feels
embarrassed and shy to even think of touching himself with the help of a glove. He’s not that
kinky.

But anyway, he tries. Now, more curious to know if something will happen. Deep down, also
eager for a release to relieve the stress accumulated by the university. He’s a man in good
health, after all.

Normal people go out to fraternity parties, but Ni-ki is not someone normal after all. He
doesn’t relate to people easily and people overwhelm him after a few hours before he can
find someone to mess with. Sunoo will leave him in the middle of the party a

nd Ni-ki will leave by no later than twelve o’clock.

His mouth gets stuck, he slowly practices the words to make sure he’s saying them correctly
and when he thinks his Latin isn’t too bad, he closes his eyes when he reads one of the
instructions.
“You must concentrate on what you want.”

He closes his eyes, repeating the short text he just memorized and tries to concentrate on his
wish, begging his ancestors to grant him some of their magic to make this spell work.
The breeze whips stronger for a second, that’s the reason why Ni-ki opens his eyes and turns
behind his back when he feels the presence of someone looking at him.

But there is nothing.

Nothing is happening either.

The strong breeze is also not whipping his curtains and that’s what makes him think that
maybe, he just imagined it.

Riki deflates, discouraged, looking around one last time to confirm that nothing really
happened, but sees only the glove lying flat and crumpled on the side of the book, in the same
position in which he left it.

—I knew nothing would happen.—he says, hugging himself for the cold whisper of the
approaching autumn coming through his open window.

But half a step in, he stops at the sudden sharp sounds of movement, as if it were someone
walking with difficulty.

And that’s when he sees it, the glove filling out by standing on the desk with two fingers. The
image is funny, the glove moving in both directions as if trying to see where it is, even
though it has no eyes and is just a glove moving on its own.
Finally, his brain seems to catch on. The glove is moving, it really worked. His mouth hurts
from stretching it so much, smiling in amazement.
He can’t admire it for long. The glove jumps up to his leg as he sits back in the chair,
nervous, he swallows, a bead of sweat sliding off the corner of his forehead as the glove’s
fingers make their way to the zipper of his pants and zigzag open his pants and tuck inside
when they unzip. It’s amazing, it also feels like the touch of a real hand.

He means he’s a little shy. He’s really going to let a bewitched glove masturbate him. It
would make him look like a lonely man and he should be embarrassed and disturbed. But,
well, he’s a lonely man and he’s also a pervert. So he lets him be. In the end, it’s the reason
he invoked that spell in the first place, even though he thought it wouldn’t work.
His lips part at the sigh he lets out, he clenches his fingers when he doesn’t know where to
put his hands and arches back in the chair, feeling the soft fabric of the glove brush against
the orifice of his penis. He dares to look down, blushes as he watches the empty glove wrap
around his erection, his thumb circling his glans, and his stomach clenches as the glove’s
fingers move down to brush his balls. At some point, I end up with my pants at my knees.
He cums painfully fast. It must be because it feels like someone else is touching him and it’s
not himself.

It takes him a moment to catch his breath, like a precocious teenager, he has cum fast and too
much, shooting his load into the glove and a little more into himself and his shirt.

As he fixes his clothes, Ni-ki speaks the words to end the spell. The glove goes back to the
way it was before and he puts the book back in his backpack.

He goes to bed when he cleans up his mess and has had a bath and sleeps peacefully after
having had a good orgasm, without being conscious and worrying about the strong breeze
blowing his curtains or the dark silhouette watching him in the corner of his room, smiling as
he watches him sleep.

[ 👻]
Absentmindedly, Ni-ki flips through a book that talks about medicinal plants, according to
the title of the book he barely inspected, attracted only by the striking cover of a golden rose
that has the allusion of golden threads dripping from its petals.

He swept his eyes across the text, reading without reading the words captured on the
yellowed pages. The book felt so old, Riki was afraid to pull hard on a leaf and tear it in half.
Staring at the image of a flower, he chuckled softly when Sunoo’s voice made itself heard.
They were separated, Jake was in the farthest part of the library, but from the corner where he
was hidden, he could still hear the quarterback's booming voice asking the librarian questions
that had a lot to do with Harry Potter. He could almost hear the tired sigh of the poor young
grey-haired clerk, who was probably wondering why he had to go to work that day.

Ni-ki closes the book with one hand, messy and slightly noisy, causing dust particles to fly
out of the book and sting his nose making him sneeze. He leaves the book in its place (or
where he thinks he took it out) and decides it’s time to free the librarian from his friend.
Sunoo must still be excited about winning last night’s game, or he must be excited because
it’s the first time he’s visiting a “special” library. A witch library. Next to it, there is a small
store of positions or what you need to make them. Ni-ki doesn’t understand much about that
subject either, he only knows the basics from his older sister. In fact, Ni-ki wouldn’t even be
aware that such a place exists if it weren’t for her.
The street is far from the city, Ni-ki needed two buses and still had to walk a bit to get there,
but it was totally worth it. Ni-ki had fallen in love with how peculiar this place was since the
first day he accompanied his sister, Konon, for some books the older one needed. He felt like
she was inside a Harry Potter movie with the peculiar things on that street. Except that there
are no flying brooms.

—For the last time, boy, I’m not a witch. I don’t even have magic, I can’t help you with your
stupid love potion or the weird stuff you want to do.— the librarian appears, carrying a stack
of books that he holds in a hug with his arms. He has a hunched back and a tired look on his
face, probably having a migraine from the little pest that lurks around him like a mosquito
that won’t let you sleep at night. The poor grey-haired boy already has dark circles under his
eyes and, when he notices Ni-ki’s presence, he turns to look at him, arm outstretched, putting
a book on the high shelf and pleading with his eyes for Ni-ki to go away already.—Have you
finished finding what you were looking for?.—asks the librarian, who, according to the
conspicuous badge on his chest, is called Jay.

—In a second.—he says, trying not to laugh when he sees the young man’s long face.

All he can do-Jay is sigh and nod, turning around to walk down another hallway, with Sunoo
following behind him and complaining “what’s the joke of being a magician if you don’t
know how to do a love position.” He doesn’t see them anymore, but Ni-ki is sure the poor
guy is rolling his eyes.

—That I’m not a witch!.—Jay shouts and explains again, for what seems like the tenth time
in the twenty minutes they’ve been in that library. Their footsteps are heard on the other side
of the shelf, Ni-ki can even hear Jay sigh, again:—Listen, brat, there’s a witch next door. You
can go to him to help you with that shit. I doubt he’ll help you, but just leave me alone.

When he can’t hear them anymore, and the tinkling of wind chimes is heard at the front door,
Ni-ki feels it’s time to leave and find his friend before Sunoo gets lost in that ‘huge’ place.

It’s barely six o’clock in the evening, the sky should barely show the sunset and it’s still the
last of summer, Ni-ki is even wearing a semi-transparent shirt because the heat is unbearable.
So he doesn’t understand why his skin has gone goose bumps and he feels so cold that he is
shivering. He unconsciously hugs himself, stopping his steps halfway down the hallway and
looking all around when the spotlight starts to tinkle. His back bristles at the shiver that runs
through his body, he turns back when he senses someone’s presence. But there is no one,
there is only the wall at the end of the corridor, so no one can approach from that side.

It is very strange, because Ni-ki feels that someone is looking at him. An intense gaze that
makes all his hair stand on end. But there is nothing. No one is with him.

Suddenly, the spotlight on him explodes. Ni-ki gives a loud scream, covering his head with
his hands and closing his eyes. His heart is pounding in his ears and his breathing is so loud
that he can hear it over the unrestrained beating of his heart.

—Hey, are you okay? I hear a scream.

Ni-ki falls back on his butt when he feels a hand on his shoulder. Once he opens his eyes and
his heart stops controlling his thoughts, Ni-ki sees the librarian squatting in front of him, a
worried look in his eyes and, at the same time, quizzical about Ni-ki’s reaction.

Then, he realices that everything around him is still… Normal. There are no traces of broken
glass, the spotlight is still on the lamp above his head illuminating the hallway and the
strange feeling of being watched is no longer there.

Can I imagine?

He blinks, trying to get his brain working again. Especially since the librarian has been
staring at him for too long and Ni-ki hasn’t said anything.

He clears his throat.

—I… Er, yes. Sorry, I thought I saw an animal running.

—An animal? It’s probably my mouse! It always finds a way to get away.

All Ni-ki can do is nod at whatever the guy said. His mind is still elsewhere, his gaze
disoriented as he accepts the blond’s help to stand up, pretending to hear his talk about his pet
mouse-best friend.

He hugs himself, stopping after taking three more steps and looks back. Still no one is there.

His brow furrows, with a hollow disappointment in his chest. However, something catches
his attention.

There is an open book on the floor beside the bookshelf. Curious, Riki approaches and bends
down, trying to read the open page. His eyes widen as he reads the chapter title and several
emotions cross his face. First, the blush of an embarrassment as he remembers what the page
says and what he has been doing with that spell. Then, the curiosity, the furrowed eyebrows
and the teeth tugging at his lower lip.

It’s a little strange, Ni-ki is sure that Jay handed that book to someone else when he came to
the library.

[ 👻]
No one is there when he arrives at his dorm two hours later. There is a note on the counter in
his roommate's handwriting, saying that, again, he will be a little late, Ni-ki is not surprised,
honestly, since they are dorm mates, Jungwon has spent most nights away from home, either
because of fellow students, heavy homework at the library or he does who knows what in the
evenings. Ni-ki didn't finish reading, just catching what he needed to; that he would be alone
for a few hours.

Ni-ki rubs his neck as he drags the chair back. He feels exhausted, he loves Sunoo, but when
the boy gets excited about something, it's hard to control him. He should have told Jake to
accompany him. In fact, it was his first choice, only when the older one took the call and
heard strange sounds from the other end of the line, Ni-ki understood that he was busy.

A shiver runs through his body when his bed arrives. He doesn't worry too much about it,
because he thinks it's from remembering the disgusting sounds he heard this afternoon. He
makes a little mental note not to call either Jake or Heeseung again.

Due to his poor social life, all Ni-ki does is watch social media while lying on his bed. There
is a random movie streaming on his laptop next to him in bed that he barely pays attention to.
About ten more minutes, Ni-ki, bored, jumps from his social media, to some other application
on his cell phone, until he ends up in his gallery for some reason. In fact, he gets a little
unfocused when he finds himself sliding his thumb through all his photos, because his finger
seems to move on its own. Ni-ki freaks out when he can’t control his finger and feels the
same shiver he felt in the library hallway this afternoon. Rather, he feels worse than he did at
that moment. There is a horrible cold next to him, his own finger feels icy and he has the
feeling that there is something taking him. Again, the horrible feeling that someone is
watching him, but this time, closer.
Did he leave the window open? Or why does he feel a breeze hitting his face?

Until the screen shows the image of the page of the book he left a few days ago. He had taken
it the day he went to deliver the book for his sister, because, after all, he is a man with
hormones like any other who, after finding a way to masturbate without touching himself,
could not let the opportunity go.

What he had started out of curiosity had turned into something more and Ni-ki found himself
reciting the spell every night before bed. With each passing day, the experience became even
better than the other. The glove no longer just stroked his cock, but touched more there, as if
it knew places Ni-ki wanted to be touched. He probably did.

Until he was almost caught, a night that ended in more than just cock stroking and nipple
pinching. Him naked, face down on his bed, ass raised and glove fingers in and out of his
hole, fucking his ass, Ni-ki had one of the best experiences in his life, but he also realized
that it could be very dangerous to do something like that at home, where his has a partner
who doesn’t know his arrival time.

So he ended up deleting the photo, when he realized that, no matter what, he was always
going to want a lot more than just a glove masturbating his penis.

Now, the photo was back in his gallery, it just looked… Different, the angle was different and
the book wasn’t on his desk. It looked more like the library carpet he was on this afternoon,
the lighting dark so it was a little hard to read the text. What surprised him, though, is that he
saw finger marks on the corner of the page. That wasn’t there before.

It was much scarier when he looked for the date of when the photo was taken. It wasn’t even
a consistent number, it was, supposedly, taken on a date that didn’t even exist yet.

And yet, despite his fear, his lips moved and he heard the sound of his own voice. The words
tickling his tongue at the familiarity.

It was very different from the times he cast the spell the previous nights, the light of his night
lamp tinkled, the screen of his laptop went black and an intense breeze hit inside his room
creating a swirl inside.

Ni-ki didn’t want to believe it, and ended up closing his eyes. It was not possible that his
closet would open by itself.

He ended up opening his eyes only when he felt the now familiar sensation of hands on his
legs. There wasn’t just one glove this time, it was the whole pair, the two full white gloves
moving down Ni-ki’s legs until they reached the top of his pants. He was terrified, and,
anyway, his cock was hard pressing against the zipper of his pants. It was a relief when the
gloves unzipped his pants and released his erection.

Shouldn’t he be questioning why the gloves seemed to have a life of their own? No, he
didn’t, because that caused the experience to feel wonderful. Stripping Ni-ki this time without
having to do it for himself, leaving a phantom trail where his fingers touched. It almost felt
like he was with a real person about to have sex.

—I could help you with that.

His eyes widened at the sudden voice that appeared.

His stomach was contracting from his unsteady breathing and the sensation of fingers on his
pelvis. He followed the path of the gloves resting on his penis and pelvis, up the pale arms
that led him to the very bare, scarred chest of a stranger, and up the person’s shoulders, until
he ended at his face. The small black eyes, with an intense gaze and the playful smile on the
pale mouth.
Ni-ki stepped back and pulled the covers off his bed to cover his nakedness a bit.

The stranger saw his reaction as funny, laughing at Ni-ki’s frightened face with a chillingly
hoarse voice, as if he hadn’t laughed in a long time. His voice sounded the same when he
spoke, grabbing Ni-ki’s bare ankles and pulling them towards him again.

There he realized that the man was just as naked as he was, with a long cock pointing toward
him.
Ni-ki blushed violently, looking away and telling himself he wasn’t looking.
—What's the matter, Ni-ki, are you going to act 'shy' now?.— said the black-haired stranger,
pushing Ni-ki’s knees forward, the voice mocking.—You didn't act like that when I had four
fingers fucking your ass.— the man raised his right hand, wearing the glove of Ni-ki’s
costume and wiggled his four fingers simulating a salute, except the wicked grin let Ni-ki
know what he meant. Unable to help himself, he blushed up to his chest when the stranger
added:—Four, wow, you're a little insatiable, aren't you? That's okay, I like that about you.

The confession made Ni-ki blink.

—You....—He began, his finger trembling as he pointed to the stranger who reached inside
the blanket covering his waist. Ni-ki squirmed and shrieked at the touch of the cloth on his
inner thigh.—W-who are you? How are you here? And stop touching me! I'll call the police.

The sharp-eyed one laughed at his threat, a loud laugh that was surely heard in the room.

—Sure, go tell them your gloves were controlled by a ghost, see if they believe you. But I bet
you'll only make them laugh at you.

A word catches Ni-ki’s attention. His jaw drops slightly and a great doubt grows in his head.

—What? Ghost? -What?

—Didn’t you know?.— he asks, completely sincere. He doesn’t need an answer to know that
Ni-ki doesn’t have the slightest idea what he’s talking about. The ghost laughs.—You really
didn’t know. Ni-ki, didn’t you read the fine print? Before you cast a spell, you should read all
about it, especially if you don’t know what you’re getting into.

—Why don’t we read it now.— the ghost stretches. Ni-ki is exalted as he feels the closeness
of the stranger’s naked body on his equally naked one. Shit, at what point did the guy take the
blanket off him? However, the black-haired guy does nothing but take Ni-ki’s forgotten cell
phone on the bed and, after doing something on it, shows him the picture of the spell,
zooming in on the small asterisk at the bottom of the page. The ghost says something in Latin
that makes Ni-kishudder, even if it takes him a little while to understand what he’s talking
about. But it’s the reaction he must have, because when the ghost translates for him, Ni-ki
freezes:—Basically, you little pervert, you’re summoning a ghost so it can move whatever
you wish to control. You should be thankful that I’m the one who showed up, not all ghosts
are that good.—A glint appears in the ghost’s eyes at the last word. Ni-ki blushes,
understanding what he is trying to say with it, and why the ghost keeps trying to caress the
erection on Ni-ki’s stomach with his finger. Despite all this, Ni-ki has managed to maintain
his erection, he seems to have gotten harder than before. How mortifying.—And sexy like
me. So, Ni-ki, shall we continue?

—And why can I see you now? I couldn’t before.

The ghost sighs wearily at being interrupted again. He almost looks annoyed as he begins to
explain, crossing his arms under his chest. And Ni-ki definitely didn’t see how the ghost’s
scarred chest rose and his biceps swelled from the flexing of his arms. Did a ghost have the
right to look so… Attractive?

—The more energy I get from you, the more visible I become. Most summoned ghosts fail to
complete the whole phase because it’s a bit complicated to take energy from a living person
with this spell, but thanks to you, I found a way to be able to feed myself well.— He finishes
his explanation by stroking his finger over the tip of Ni-ki’s penis, showing his index finger
to show the pre cum stain on his glove.—For now, you’re just the only one who can see me,
the more energy I get, the more visible I become. To make it visible to everyone, I need
something… A little ridiculous and what I’m not really interested in trying.

It seems that will be all he will say, showing that he is seriously not interested in getting the
last phase to be visible. The ghost focuses all his attention on scanning Ni-ki’sbody lying on
the bed, making it clear that he doesn’t know Ni-kiand the huge curiosity that lives inside
him.

—And what would that “slightly ridiculous” thing be?

Ghost rolls his eyes.

—Shit, you really are so inquisitive. Couldn’t you just ask me to suck your dick or use that
inquisitive voice to moan for me?.—Ni-ki doesn’t answer. The ghost rubs his face in
frustration.—A kiss. What do you ask the princess to do to wake up from the spell that has
her asleep? Exactly, a kiss of true love. That’s the stupidity I need to be alive again, to be
visible to everyone? I don’t quite know the rewards yet. No ghost has ever achieved a true
love kiss, who falls in love with a ghost.—he rambles, making weird hand motions that make
Ni-ki frown and frown at his explanation.

—It’s really ridiculous. I’m not going to fall in love with you, I’m not a pervert.

The ghost gives him a long look. Ni-ki blushes. He has the need to explain to himself that,
had he known what this was about, he would never have cast the spell. Only the ghost is
quicker and speaks sooner.

—I don’t want you to fall in love with me, Ni-ki, nor do I want to fall in love with you. Sorry
to disappoint you, but you’re not my type. Not at all.—Ni-ki opens his mouth, offended. The
words “you were literally ogling me a second ago” threatening to come out of his mouth.
The ghost interrupts, again.—II just want mutual benefit from you. What do the living call it
now? Right! Friends with rights. I give you what you want, and in return, you let me feed on
you.

Ni-ki purses his mouth.

—And how do you know what I want?

The ghost seems to have taken Ni-ki as his personal clown or an idiot, because he is laughing
at him, again.

—Do you really want me to answer that, you perverted little man who summoned a ghost to
masturbate and have something fill his ass? Yeah, I thought so.

For a second, no one says anything. The ghost just stares at Ni-ki waiting for an answer.

—Think about it, honey.—he says. I could give you more than just handjobs. Last time I
made you so happy when I used my fingers on you.—His stomach contracts as the ghost runs
his fingers along the line between his pecs and down to his lightly marked abdomen. He tries
not to be affected by the dark look on his cock or the whisper of the ghost’s voice against his
cheek. He notices that the ghost’s body is freezing as he presses against his body, but Ni-ki
feels his whole body burning.—Would you like to receive a real cock? You’d like much more
than a few little fingers.—He swallows saliva, feeling the man’s erection pressing against his
thigh. He doesn’t need a look to know it’s huge.

Ni-ki sighs, trying to push away the thought-provoking mouth against his neck. And he
knows he’ll regret this later.

He agrees.

Apparently if he’s a perverted complement.

 When the covenant is sealed.
Chapter Summary

—What is your name?

The ghost laughs, it's husky and low, hot and sexy. Ni-ki swallows.

—What's it relevant for?.—he questions, bending Ni-ki's knee to make it touch his
chest. He is so exposed now, so naked, his willing hole is easily in the ghost's view and,
to his mortification, his hole throbs with desire as the tip of that long cock rubs against
it.

However, this ghost is not the only one there who can be daring. Ni-ki wraps his free leg
around the ghost's slender waist and pulls him to him, his mouth stretches into a half
smile and tilts his head in a way that looks innocent. What comes out of his mouth,
however, is not.

—I want to know what name I'm supposed to moan.

(Sunghoon is a "peculiar" ghost.)

Chapter Notes

Warning: This chapter contains explicit content +18!

See the end of the chapter for more notes

— All right.

That was all the ghost needed to hear to know that Nishimura Riki had closed the pact.

The smile on the spirit's handsome face stretched across his thin mouth, the long, sharp
canines peeking between his pale lips made Ni-ki shudder under the ghost's watchful gaze.

—Very good.—Said the spirit, voice low and soft like the icy whisper of the wind on an
autumn night. Ni-ki whole body reacted, the hairs standing on end and raising goose bumps.

—How should we start now?

Ni-ki swallows, the dark and glowing gaze of evil roaming his body hungrily creates a knot
in Ni-ki's stomach, his belly contracting as the ghost's cold fingers land on Ni-ki's bare
abdomen as he lifts up his shirt.

—No... Shouldn't you tell me what the rules are?

The corner of the ghost's mouth stretches into a mischievous half-smile.

—Rules? Oh, you're talking about this like it's a pact?

The mocking tone that shows he's laughing at Ni-ki makes him raise one of his eyebrows.

Propping himself up on his elbows, Ni-ki tilts his head to the side, long blond hair covering
one of his eyes and looking over his eyelashes at the ghost who reaches between his legs,
pushing away the sheet covering Ni-ki's intimacy.

Unable to help himself, he lets out a sigh feeling the warmth of the ghost's leg brush against
his cock. Shit, he's so fucking hard, his cock is weeping and twitching as it rubs against the
skin of the man's thigh above him.

His voice sounds pathetic when he speaks.

—Isn't it?

He should feel bad and dirty for being so aroused, anxious and feeling the desire when that
long cock pointing in his direction proudly, but he's not. This guy above him is a ghost, it's
dirty and perverse to be aroused, and, anyway, he wants it. His mouth feels watering when he
imagines sucking that long cock. Maybe it's the fact of the murkiness and strangeness of this
whole situation, or maybe it's because Ni-ki was always a weirdo who found things attractive
that shouldn't be, like when creepypastas were all the rage and Ni-ki fell head over heels in
love with a killer. There was something that made him feel attracted to this. To that ghost
watching Ni-ki like he was the most beautiful and hot thing he'd ever seen.

The ghost's dark hair sways as he denies, he copies the same head position of Ni-ki, tilting it
to the side as he catches Ni-ki's wet eyes.

—There aren't too many rules, Riki.—The way he says his name makes his body feel strange.
It makes his belly warm, the ghost tastes Ni-ki's name as if drinking the most delicious sweet
wine. It's a trap, Ni-ki knows it, he's probably acting that way to get what he wants. This
ghost just wants to be fed, the coquetry is just a way to take Ni-ki in his little finger and make
him give him what he wants. He knows it well. Still, his body likes it as he hears the whisper
of his name come from those pale lips.—It's only a mutual benefit. I give you what you want.
—Ni-ki feels herself blush, cheeks warm as the ghost gazes at his hardening cock against his
belly. Ni-ki drops back on the bed, his blond hair stretching out on the white pillow and
making him look like an Angel.

The image is funny. An Angel messing with a ghost that probably comes from the darkest
part of hell. The comparison is exciting.

—And in return, you let me feed on you.—the ghost continues.—As long as you keep me
from disappearing from this world, I'll give you what you're looking for.
Ni-ki makes a line with his mouth.—What you are looking for?.—This 'being' has no idea
what Ni-ki is looking for, really. He won't be able to give his everything he wants either, there
are other things he's looking for besides having sex.

He doesn't mention it, instead, Ni-ki holds onto the ghost's elbows and drags his fingernails
across the skin, wanting to see if it's true what he's seeing and it's not a dream.

—What is your name?

The ghost laughs, it's husky and low, hot and sexy. Ni-ki swallows.

—What's it relevant for?.—he questions, bending Ni-ki's knee to make it touch his chest. He
is so exposed now, so naked, his willing hole is easily in the ghost's view and, to his
mortification, his hole throbs with desire as the tip of that long cock rubs against it.

However, this ghost is not the only one there who can be daring. Ni-ki wraps his free leg
around the ghost's slender waist and pulls him to him, his mouth stretches into a half smile
and tilts his head in a way that looks innocent. What comes out of his mouth, however, is not.

—I want to know what name I'm supposed to moan.

Something changes in the ghost's piercing gaze. He wonders if ghosts can also feel desire, get
nervous at dirty words. Apparently so, because this being is so aroused that it drips. It feels
desire for Ni-ki and that somehow boosts Ni-ki's ego. He's attractive enough for a ghost to
desire him and want to fuck him.

Or he must just be hungry. Either way, it's like winning.

—Sunghoon.—he says suddenly, pulling Ni-ki out of his excited bubble.—That's the name
you're going to moan.—his eyes darken, an indecipherable feeling in them as he sees Ni-ki
and leans forward, leaning his body against the boy beneath him.—Park Sunghoon.

But there's something Ni-ki doesn't know; a ghost can't tell its real name to the person who
summoned it. It is as if it is the signature of the contract of belonging that the spell has, an
unwritten rule because every ghost knows about the consequences, it is like a warning that
has been mentioned to them since they are in limbo.

No human is interested in knowing the name of the ghosts, for them they are just servants to
be used until their wishes are fulfilled.

Except for this one.

Maybe that's why Sunghoon forgot the unspoken rule when his name tickled the tip of his
tongue. It had been so long since anyone had last asked what his name was, so long since he
had formally introduced himself to anyone. He had been neglected by the feeling of longing.

Sunghoon now belongs to Ni-ki and it will be that way until Ni-ki has taken all he needs from
Sunghoon, he is going to take his energy and suck Sunghoon until there is nothing left of him
without realizing it.
Unless, that is, the pact is sealed with a kiss, when the two fall in love.

But that seems a long way off.

In the meantime, Sunghoon will also take whatever his new owner has to offer, he's going to
feed on him. He decides, pushing two fingers into Ni-ki pink mouth, so deep that Ni-ki
retches, his face red and causes saliva to dribble out of the corner of his mouth.

Sunghoon doesn't care, he thinks of nothing but fucking that blond Ángel's mouth, the cloud
of rage against himself clouding his vision and wondering why he's been so careless.

And if Ni-ki is choking, if he's having trouble breathing and Sunghoon's nails are actually
scraping his tongue, he doesn't care, because he's taking very well Sunghoon's fingers,
running his tongue down the middle of them and sucking on them, his throat stretching so
Sunghoon can bottom out and show him how good he is with his throat, as if he wants to
make a point.

The anger clouding his vision transforms into pure burning lust, it glows a deep red,
passionate red that envelops Sunghoon and makes him feel fucking hungry, he feels like he's
going to die, again.

He wastes no time, thinks of nothing but eating Ni-ki's energy. Of devouring this angelic boy
who looks at him with drunken eyes.

—You're a horny slut, you know that?.—Sunghoon grunts looking at the sticky string of Ni-
ki's saliva connected to his fingers. Ni-ki moans sticking out his tongue. The corner of
Sunghoon's mouth stretches.—You really are. Are you so turned on by a ghost eating your
asshole?

Ni-ki sucks in through his nose. He doesn't answer, but the blush that grows on his cheeks
and spreads down his neck answers any doubts Sunghoon has. Of course, he seems ashamed
of his own desire, amidst the lust that moistens his eyes you can see the glint of intrigue, in
his knitted eyebrows and furrowed brow he must be wondering why the fuck does this turn
me on so much. Sunghoon has the same doubt, he can't remember when was the last time his
cock was hard, probably when he was still alive.

Could it be because he's fed enough on Ni-ki to feel a little alive and excited like when he
was alive?

He doesn't want to question anything. He doesn't want answers. He just wants to sink his
cock into that quivering hole that contracts against Sunghoon's fingers the second he pushes
them inside him.

His cock is dripping. He feels so full of life, so much energy pulsing around Ni-ki and
enough to leave him full for days. He wants it all, wants to suck every ounce of Ni-ki.

He wastes no time stretching Ni-ki, he has seen from the shadows his boy, he has seen the
body moistened by the shower water when Ni-ki takes a hot bath that Ni-ki stretches himself
while showering, he has seen with his own eyes the way he bites his fist to silence his moans
hoping his dorm mate won't manage to hear him. He knows Ni-ki is ready to take all of his
cock, he stretched it several times himself.

Then, he grabs Ni-ki by the hips, earning a sound of astonishment from his new lover. He
grabs him by the knees and forces him to hold his legs against his chest. Sunghoon pulls his
cock holding that drunken look of arousal and feels his cock dripping. Literally, it's dripping.
That's new. The stickiness coming out of his cock is just like a natural lubricant. Sunghoon
had no fucking idea he could do that and, honestly, he doesn't care. It's better for him, easier
to get the job done.

He doesn't think too much as he sinks into Ni-ki's quality walls. He has to hold on to Ni-ki's
back thigh when he loses his balance because it feels so good. He moans shakily, not even all
of it has gone in, but it feels wonderful. He had forgotten how fantastic sex was. He seeks
more of that pleasure, slowly thrusting his hips, in and out to the tip and thrusting again, only
half at first, enjoying the slipperiness of his cock sliding inside Ni-ki's walls, until the strokes
are deeper. Harder, skin on skin colliding, Ni-ki moaning incoherently as he slowly loses the
grip of his legs against his chest.

It looks and feels wonderful. The sound is too, how wet their bodies sound as Sunghoon's
cock slips out of Ni-ki's insides and back in with a hard thrust of hips, Sunghoon's balls
slamming against Ni-ki's ass until it turns red.

He feels fingernails dig into his shoulders, down his arms, hoarse moans from Ni-ki mingling
with Sunghoon's grunts.

Sunghoon grabs the leg around his hip, holds it tightly and digs his fingers into the skin until
they gradually turn purple. He grits his teeth, grunts, his jaw aches from the force, but it
doesn't matter. Nothing matters more than that pleasurable sensation he had been missing. He
is thankful he ran into Ni-ki, for making him get a new form to steal his summoner's energy.
This is wonderful and he could get used to it.

He lets himself be enveloped by the warmth felt in his belly, a ball that looks orange and
looks at Ni-ki below him, glowing white, the energy vibrating in every part until it becomes a
ball in his belly that disappears when Sunghoon hits it four more times.

Ni-ki cums, orgasm hitting so hard he arches on the bed that squeaks beneath their bodies,
eyes white and mouth open moaning. Moaning Sunghoon's name, short nails scraping
Sunghoon's biceps.

—Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Sunghoon-

It's such an angelic sound, staring at Sunghoon with narrowed eyes, his body over stimulated
from having already cum, but Sunghoon keeps pounding, over and over, faster and faster and
harder until his hips stutter. Then, the orgasm is hitting him. Just like Ni-ki, it is so powerful
that everything turns white, he feels so full despite having released everything inside Ni-ki.

It feels eternal as he fills his lover with his milk. Until he drops limply on top of Ni-ki, barely
supporting himself on his hands so he doesn't fall all the way down.
He looks Ni-ki in the eyes, feels sparkles, whatever that means, probably, because he has
eaten well and will live another few days.

—I know.—Ni-ki whispers, almost as if he can tell what Sunghoon is thinking. What he's
feeling. Did he feel the same?

Before he can probe further, the grip on Sunghoon's elbow loosens, Ni-ki's breathing
becomes calm again, he looks at Sunghoon with narrowed eyes, before closing them and
having fallen into a sleep due to exhaustion. He looks happy, though.

Sunghoon stares at him, wet hair strewn all over the white pillowcase of his bed, his cheeks
still flushed. Sunghoon pulls away with a wet sound and plops down beside him on the bed,
covering Ni-ki's nakedness with a sheet, because he knows well that Ni-ki would kill him (if
it were possible to die twice) if he let his partner see him in that state (anyway, it's not like
Ni-ki's partner is going to come into his room). He doesn't do anything else, he just stays by
Ni-ki's side (because it's the only option he has now) and tastes the energy he has consumed,
he feels so full and so strange at the same time.

[ 👻]
Ni-ki was avoiding him now.

After having tried having - a good and wonderful - sex with a ghost, Ni-ki questioned a lot of
things. How wrong and bad it was to do that kind of thing with a specter, how perverted he
was for having enjoyed it so much and thought it had been the best fuck he'd ever had in his
life. As much as it didn't seem like it, Ni-ki was having sex, maybe not regularly, but he had
tried a dick in the bathroom in the middle of some popular frat party on campus, thanks to
Jungwon and his best friend Sunoo and the fact that Heeseung is on the basketball team, Ni-
ki got to experience frat parties in college.

—We had made a deal.—said Sunghoon, looking at him from the corner of Ni-ki's room.

Ni-ki stiffened at the tone of his voice, a chill ran down his back because it felt like Sunghoon
was talking close to his neck. Maybe it's one of his ghostly powers. He didn't look at it,
focused on the open file on his computer, thankful that week would never end, because he
could keep the ghost away. Well, slightly away. The ghost seemed to need physical contact or
just loved to annoy, either way it was annoying because Sunghoon hovered around him like a
fly buzzing in his ear, unable to let him concentrate.

—I have work to do.—Ni-ki replied once he knows Sunghoon is waiting patiently in the
corner. He has vanished now, a cold shadow in the corner of his room, but Ni-ki can still feel
him. He feels the hair on the back of his neck bristle, the cold sneaking through his turtleneck
shirt.

Then, Sunghoon is at his side, icy hands on his covered shoulders, the cold piercing into his
warm skin.

—Shit.—Ni-ki exclaims, taking a hand to where his heart beats wildly. He doesn't know if it's
from the fright caused by Sunghoon appearing out of nowhere or from the closeness. He
doesn't want to know the answer.

Sunghoon hums against his ear, it sounds more like a moan. He squeezes Ni-ki's shoulders,
his lips brushing his ear. Ni-ki squeezes the pencil he holds.

—You can still feed me while you do homework, —Sunghoon speaks, moving his hand to
the center of Ni-ki's chest, where the blond still feels his heart. The position feels more like a
hug now and Ni-ki's whole body reacts to the closeness, to the icy breath kissing the shell of
his ear.—I can give you a handjob or suck you off under the desk.—The suggestion causes
Ni-ki to lose focus, his hand cramping and his handwriting turned into a horrible line that
broke the sheet a little.

Sunghoon's eyes darken from the reaction and Ni-ki blushes because of it. He has to fake a
cough and prays his voice doesn't sound strange when he declines the idea and tries to think
of a quick excuse as to why that's not a good idea right now. Nothing comes to mind, his
tongue stumbles and the sentences are inherent babble that only makes Sunghoon's smile
widen.

He hugs Ni-ki from his position leaning behind Ni-ki's chair, strong arms supporting the
blond's body and lips brushing Ni-ki's trembling cheek as he stiffens his jaw to give himself
willpower.

However, Ni-ki doesn't know how stubborn Sunghoon is. He won't take no for an answer.
Much less now, that he hasn't been fed in a week, he's starting to feel dizzy.

—You're tense.—Sunghoon comments, brushing Ni-ki's cheek with his nose. The blond feels
Sunghoon's smile against him as Ni-ki shivers, he knows Sunghoon is enjoying Ni-ki's whole
body reacting to everything Sunghoon.—Do I make you nervous.—His words are soft, low
and husky, a purr that bristles Ni-ki's body because of how soft it is. Sunghoon's hands slip
inside Ni-ki's sweater, slowly moving up when he sees no negative reaction, instead, Ni-ki
throwing his head back, his neck uncovered so Sunghoon has easy access to him. He doesn't
waste the opportunity, brushing his lips across the pulse beating in the blond's neck.—Let me
take care of you, Riki. I'll make you feel so good.

When Ni-ki doesn't move away, Sunghoon takes that as permission to pull up his coat. Ni-ki
isn't wearing anything under it, the turtleneck sweater is so tight that Ni-ki has decided to
wear it as a t-shirt. Sunghoon pulls it up just enough to expose his pecs, leaving a trail with
his cool fingers over Ni-ki's hot, exposed skin, enjoying how the skin bristles at the
temperature contrast between the two of them. Adoring how Ni-ki's belly contracts as he
caresses his abs and slowly moves up, running a finger between the line of his tits and then
running both fingers over the pink nipples that harden from the contact.

Ni-ki gasps and Sunghoon's eyes darken. He takes in the new information as he toys with the
hardened tip of Ni-ki’s nipples, enjoying the sighs, the moans and the way Ni-ki squirms as
Sunghoon pinches them, as Sunghoon traps them between his fingers and squeezes his tits.

—If you say yes I can do more than that.—Sunghoon grunts, feeling his own cock harden as
he has his eyes fixed on the tent forming in Ni-ki's sweatpants. He pinches the tip of his
nipple, licks Ni-ki's ear before catching the shell of Ni-ki's ear between his teeth, the pointed
fang digging in.

Ni-ki tilts his head so that he can see Sunghoon, his eyes are moist and his face is so flushed
that it looks like smoke. He needs nothing more than a simple word.

—Sunghoon.

Ni-ki groans, the name tingles on his heavy tongue. It feels strange as if he has always said
that name.

Sunghoon moves quickly, drags the chair back and gets on his knees in front of Ni-ki, right
under the desk. Ni-ki still has his black sweater pulled up, the color contrasting with his
beautiful tanned skin and the blush that covers his chest. He looks so cute, even to
Sunghoon's eyes. So pure and so wicked at the same time. Sunghoon's eyes narrow because
there is something about this boy that makes him feel alive, makes him feel sparks and desire
more and more of him, eat him and savor every ounce of the sweat that sticks to his skin.

It must be the hunger. He thinks, pulling down Ni-ki’s gray sweatpants and underwear, with
help from Ni-ki who pulls himself up enough so that the clothes slide easily down to his
ankles.

Ni-ki's hard cock stands proud, the pink tip dripping, a tear of pre cum letting you see how
eager he is. When Sunghoon takes it between his fingers it contracts beautifully in his hand,
Ni-ki looks so lost and dizzy just with Sunghoon sliding his hand in to give it a few tugs. A
scream escapes Ni-ki's mouth when Sunghoon is taking it in his mouth, the warmth inside
and his tongue tasting the tear on the tip makes Ni-ki roll his eyes.

Sunghoon sucks it, he enjoys the salty taste on his tongue, feeling the energy of his arousal,
it's a taste that turns sweet on his palate and makes him roll his eyes.

Ni-ki looks beautiful, still with his sweater pulled up revealing his cute nipples colored by
Sunghoon's pinching. The blond moans when Sunghoon stops, pulls his lover's dark hair and
guides Sunghoon back to his cock. Sunghoon smiles looking up at him.

—If you want me to continue, do what I was doing to you a moment ago.—Ni-ki tilts his
head prettily to the side, confused puppy eyes look at Sunghoon.—I want to see you fondle
those nice boobs, love.

Something flutters in Ni-ki's eyes and Sunghoon realizes what has come out of his mouth. He
ignores whatever heaviness is placed on his chest and moves his hand masturbating Ni-ki,
quickly making the blond dizzy and causing him to throw his head back, the nub of his throat
bobbing and San watches with glistening eyes as Ni-ki brings his hands to his chest, with one
he kneads his pec, the tip between his slender fingers

—Stick two fingers in your mouth.—Sunghoon orders.—And watch me as you suck them.

Ni-ki is so docile. He puts up no resistance and it's so submissive the way he follows
Sunghoon's orders. He tastes two of his fingers looking into Sunghoon's continues to taste his
cock, Ni-ki moans over his fingers as Sunghoon runs his tongue along the entire length of Ni-
ki's cock, pressing on the scarred vein. Ni-ki's eyes turn white, his fingers pinch his left
nipple and his tongue pokes out between his fingers. Sunghoon feels his own cock dripping,
the lovely image of Ni-ki fondling his tits, the pink tongue peeking out with a sweet trickle of
saliva as he pulls his fingers from inside his mouth and guides those wet fingers to his right
nipple and rubs the tip. How beautiful he looks with blonde hair plastered to his forehead,
saliva dripping in heaps onto his chin, the color of blush on his chest and cheeks and tears
peeking between his half-closed eyelashes.

Sunghoon makes an obscene sound with his mouth sucking the tip of Ni-ki's cock, sniffs and
enjoys Ni-ki's scent combining with his saliva and jerks him off while sucking him.

The sound of keys alarms Ni-ki, deep in his cloud of excitement. There are footsteps, a door
closing and keys being left on some surface.

—Ni-ki.

It's Jungwon, his roommate.

Ni-ki panics looking at Sunghoon, but the ghost doesn't seem to mind as he continues to pull
on Ni-ki's cock until he makes his stomach contract.

Jungwon knocks on the door twice.

—Are you home?.—he asks from behind the door separating them.

—Huh.

Pathetically, is all Ni-ki replies. He puts a fist to his mouth and stilles the moan that wants to
come out of his mouth when Sunghoon takes one of his balls into his mouth and sucks on it.
His knees close around Sunghoon's head, his legs are spasming and heat is building in his
belly.

—Tell him to go away.—Sunghoon grunts as he continues his task of masturbating him,

using his own saliva as a lubricant.

—Ni-ki? I brought pizza for dinner, do you want some?

And the lock quivers. Ni-ki's eyes widen, his feet tiptoe on either side of Sunghoon. The door
is locked, but Jungwon must be worried that Ni-ki hasn't said anything.

When the lock turns again, Ni-ki shouts a "No!" that makes Jungwon recoil.

He clears his throat.

—I'm fine.—However, his voice sounds strange to his own ears. So pathetic and excited. So
proof that he's doing something wrong at that moment—I'm not hungry right now. I, huh, still
have homework to do. But you can leave the pizza on the table for me and I'll come get it
later. Thank you.
 Jungwon doesn't say anything for a heartbeat from Ni-ki. He seems hesitant, but if he thinks
Ni-ki is doing something wrong he doesn't say anything, you can just hear him move away
from the door and his shout answering "sure".

Ni-ki looks at Sunghoon, bares his teeth at the sight of that smug wicked smile.

—Come on, Riki.—Sunghoon continues his task, he moves his hand faster, rubs his thumb
across the head which continues to tear and with the other he strokes his balls making Ni-ki's
thighs tighten.—I'm hungry, why don't you give me some of your milk.—he laughs and is
opening his mouth afterwards, his tongue peeking out as he masturbates Ni-ki in front of his
mouth. Ni-ki grunts in response, annoyed, but the heat in his stomach gets heavier, the
tremors in his legs more frequent and his breathing irregular, he pulls Sunghoon's hair and
forces him to take his cock once more.

The chair wobbles as he starts to fuck Sunghoon's warm mouth, he's not surprised at how
well he's taking it, he wouldn't care if it was the opposite. Ni-ki fucks and fucks that good
throat, he pounds deep, his hips wobbling and the chair thumping against the floor. He doesn't
care if it's loud, in fact, his mind is so clouded looking for orgasm that he doesn't care about
anything, he just wants to release. He just wants to cum.

And when the orgasm finally hits him it's so intense that he feels his heart stop (or maybe it's
just the feeling of ecstasy), his whole body trembles and his eyes go white. Sunghoon moans
around his cock, he easily swallows the load Ni-ki releases against his throat.

When he recovers, Sunghoon pulls his cock out with a wet 'pop'. He wipes his chin with the
back of his hand and runs his tongue over his lips as if tasting Ni-ki.

—Yummy.—Sunghoon says.

Ni-ki rolls his eyes and shows him his middle finger if forcefully.

Now he was aware of one thing; he was not going to be able to avoid Sunghoon, because he
also wanted this so badly that it was wrong.

Chapter End Notes

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 Deja Vu
Chapter Notes

Actually this fanfic is sex, sex, sex and plot between the lines to pretend it's not just sex.

Update for Friday the 13th 👻

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Sunghoon was temptation in person (or should I say made ghost?).

No matter how hard Ni-ki would try that night not to have sex with the ghost, Sunghoon
would always find a way to get Ni-ki around his little finger —usually, his middle and ring
fingers—. He knew exactly what buttons to push on Ni-ki to make him be the one begging
for Sunghoon to stick his cock in him.

And Ni-ki wasn't going to deny it, wasn't going to deny that he was fascinated that Sunghoon
knew perfectly what the erogenous zones on Ni-ki were, which way he should touch him to
have Ni-ki quivering with so little.

Sunghoon closed the latch on the door, Ni-ki stirred in bed hearing the click, his body anxious
for what was next. Sunghoon had fed enough from Ni-ki to be a solid being, he seemed more
human now, he could touch and hold things, the color of his skin formerly from a sickly pale
had turned a beautiful, bright, healthy pale that became shocking to the eye when his body
was drenched in sweat. Perhaps Sunghoon exercised when Ni-ki left him alone for a few
hours or it was his ghostly complexion when he had been well fed and got a good load of
energy from Ni-ki, but Sunghoon had become more muscular, bigger. Broad shoulders that
covered Ni-ki's body completely when he hovered his body over him in bed, strong arms that
could carry Ni-ki like a feather, Ni-ki found it fascinating how Sunghoon could easily carry
him while fucking him standing up against the wall, a marked abdomen that made Ni-ki want
to drink a shot straight from them, kiss them and run his tongue along the lines of his
abdomen.

Park Sunghoon was the man (ghost) of his fantasies. He made Ni-ki feel safe, even if Ni-ki
seemed to be taller, Sunghoon was big and could cover Ni-ki's body in a protective and sexy
way.

Sunghoon approaches him with an intimidating look. It's dark as he looks at Ni-ki and walks
towards him like a predator about to hunt its dinner.

He is naked, a long cock stands proudly and points towards Ni-ki, the sweet drop of pre cum
glistening on the pink tip makes Ni-ki lick his lips, suddenly, he feels saliva build up in his
mouth and feels like he can taste Sunghoon on his tongue. As the days went by, Ni-ki
discovered that it was one of the powers that Sunghoon had, to tempt their owners more
easily, ghosts like Sunghoon tend to release pheromones sweets that can be tasted on his
tongue even if he is not tasting it (it is a reason why he feels intrigued by the kind of ghost
that Sunghoon is).

Ni-ki would think that's the reason he feels he can't leave Sunghoon, rejecting the idea of
having sex with him, but he'd be lying. Deep down, he knows that Sunghoon is the real image
of his deepest fantasies. He desires Sunghoon so much that it's painful, that he needs to touch
him because he feels lost if he doesn't. That he needs to taste him because he feels hungry
and it makes him question himself about who is it that really needs the other.

His skin burns where Sunghoon wraps his hand around his left ankle as he approaches the
bed and presses one knee into the mattress where it sinks under the weight.

—I'm hungry, Riki.—Sunghoon growls, his voice seems to echo in his room (however, it's
only audible to Ni-ki's ears, it's a kind of ghostly power) that sends chills down his spine. It
should be creepy, his voice is like the monster from some horror movie, but it doesn't
provoke any reaction other than making the hardened cock resting on Ni-ki's bare abdomen
twitch with excitement.—And you look so shale.—Sunghoon crawls until he covers Ni-ki's
large body with his large body. There's a light coming from a candle on Ni-ki's desk, it's
enough for Ni-ki to see Sunghoon's sweaty skin, the desire and hunger making his eyes turn
black, the pupil so dilated that it seems to cover his entire eye. Sunghoon leans into him, hip
to hip that makes Ni-ki arch as he feels Sunghoon's cock press against his, making the access
Sunghoon seeks in his neck more accessible.

Sunghoon leaves a strip of saliva on the vein marked on Ni-ki's neck with his tongue, bites
the skin digging his fangs in and holds Ni-ki's right leg caressing his thigh to force him to
wrap his hip. Seeing and feeling Ni-ki so eager, grinding his hips against Sunghoon's to feel
friction from their naked cocks and hearing the bed squeak under them, makes the ghost want
to bite Ni-ki.

—You make me want to eat you.—Sunghoon whispers against his lover's neck, moaning
when he smells how turned on Ni-ki is by him, his mouth drooling at the knowledge that he'll
get a good meal that night.

He hasn't had sex with Ni-ki the recent days, hasn't even received nourishment from a quick
handjob, so Sunghoon starts to feel dizzy.

Ni-ki is a student who has a life and friends, consuming food from him sometimes becomes a
little difficult and it is having a great luck if he manages to feed himself that night. But if
Sunghoon is honest, he would not like to feed on someone other than Ni-ki. Ni-ki tastes
good, it's like the sweetest strawberry jam, like home; sweet, fluffy and warm like a freshly
made, homemade strawberry shortcake.

I had heard that having a connection with the person you seal the deal with made taking their
energy even more satisfying, maybe they are right.

The problem is that Sunghoon has to get twice as much food from Ni-ki or else what little his
body manages to take from Ni- will be easily exhausted and he'll feel fatigued.
The pact is simple: a mutual agreement of pure satisfaction where both people involved get a
fair deal. While Ni-ki gets to satisfy his frustrations and have good sex, Sunghoon gets to
feed off his energy. In doing so, Sunghoon may have more human traits, he will remain a
ghost, but at least he will be visible to other eyes if he wishes to be seen. He will look and
appear human, but he will still have his ghostly essence, like his ghostly powers. It is like an
incubus, but with different benefits. The difference is that if he wishes to be human and
remain in the world of the living Sunghoon and Ni-ki would have to kiss, and it's a little too
cheesy because it's _not_ just any kind of kiss; it's a true love kiss. Sunghoon doesn't make
the rules. He doesn't fully understand them either.

The only drawback is that a ghost chained to the movement spell cannot tell its summoner its
name or it will make them have a next level connection, something closer to the last step;
which means that Sunghoon belongs to Ni-ki in body and soul, so all the energy it consumes
from Ni-ki is not enough and it is Ni-ki who takes energy from Sunghoon. Sunghoon has
only superficial nourishment, that is why he needs double or triple Ni-ki's energy, unlike the
few other ghosts that manage to steal energy from their summoners (only a few have
managed to go to the extreme like getting energy through intercourse, which is an act that
grants much more energy than some of the other forms, that is why some do not need to fall
in love with their summoners to get to the kiss). Sunghoon is lost, it needs to get a kiss of
love to not end up disappearing because it is nothing more than a superficial food.

For now, Sunghoon is going to take all the energy he can get tonight and enjoy himself as
much as he can.

—Have I told you how much I like your tits?.—Sunghoon confesses, his nose sniffing
between the sweet line of his summoner's pecs, while his greedy hands knead his pectorals.
Sunghoon licks a strip between his chest, feeling Ni-ki's heart pumping blood.—They make
me want you to suckle me.—The blond lets out a plaintive sound, his entire chest arching
allowing Sunghoon to more easily grasp his hardened nipple.

Ni-ki's bed is small, small enough for one person so their bodies are tangled together and it's
somewhat uncomfortable. Neither really seems to mind as long as they can feel each other's
closeness.

Sunghoon licks in circles, runs his tongue over the tender tip, bites and sucks Ni-ki's nipple as
if he's really getting milk, as if he's really being suckled by his summoner, adoring how the
moans Ni-ki tries to hide with his hand hit Sunghoon's needy cock directly. Sunghoon likes
Ni-ki, the blond is cute. No, Ni-ki is gorgeous, he's what mortals could easily buy with an
angel. Sunghoon could have had the misfortune of being summoned by someone stinky and
horrible, however, the opposite happened and he was well rewarded by Ni-ki.

Nishimura Riki that always smells good, something salty and refreshing like the ocean. His
eyes water as he inhales the scent, something that reminds him of the sea; Ni-ki smells like an
old memory of Sunghoon when he was mortal and visited the beach in his youth. He's
gorgeous, soft blonde hair that spreads across the pillow amidst nice hard sex. Sweet tanned
skin that turns red when Sunghoon touches him just where he wants it, that turns pink from
hearing lewd words towards him. A hot body, curvy in all the right areas. Sunghoon
especially likes to hold Ni-ki by his slender waist when he's fucking him from behind. And a
luscious pink, soft, lumpy mouth that lets out the most glorious moans that only make
Sunghoon proud and let him know that what he's doing is the right thing to do.

His cock feels needy just watching him.

—Sunghoon.—Ni-ki moans, a pitiful, needy sound that echoes off the walls of his room. He
doesn't seem to mind that his roommate is sleeping in his room that night, which is just a few
steps away from hers.—Sunghoon.—He repeats and, even if it's a name he should never have
known, Sunghoon feels slightly satisfied to hear it spill out of that sweet mouth and into that
angelic, fluffy voice.—Please, I need you too.—As if wishing to make his point clear, Ni-ki
spreads his legs further apart letting Sunghoon enter better between them, moving his hips
with sweet moans so Sunghoon can feel his needy cock trapped between their bodies.

—You're really impatient tonight.—Sunghoon teases from his position on Ni-ki's chest, so
the blond has to duck his head to be able to look at him. Ni-ki's position makes a little jowl
show, but that only makes him look more real and cute to Sunghoon's eyes, with his chest
rising and falling and the blush expanding in that area. Sunghoon sticks out his tongue to lick
Ni-ki's already saliva-wet and sensitive tip. So sensitive that Sunghoon's mere breath makes
him shiver. Sunghoon tilts his head.—What happened to not to make it happen again? You're
the one begging me now.

Ni-ki grits his teeth half in annoyance and half hiding embarrassment at his vague attempts to
ignore Sunghoon and his carnal desires to have him. After accepting the deal, Ni-ki had
regretted it, mortification coming to him the following days when Jungwon questioned him
about the strange noises in his room and at the clear hickey mark on his neck.

Sunghoon had enjoyed teasing him so much, not missing the opportunity to tempt him at
home and repeating over and over again that they had a deal. He slept in his bed naked and
took advantage of Ni-ki being the only one who could see him to proudly display his body in
inappropriate places, until Ni-ki gave in to temptation again because it was so hard to refuse
as he watched Sunghoon pacing around the room showing off a glorious cock dripping all
over him. Deep down, Ni-ki wanted this too. Sunghoon, of course, scoffed every chance he
got at his vague attempts to end the arrangement.

Sunghoon looks up at him from his position above him. He has one arm by Ni-ki's head
where he leans so he can see him, his eyes scanning his summoner's face while he has a sly
smile on his sinful mouth.

—Did you swallow your words again? The same way you swallow my cock?.—Ni-ki
responds with a shuddering moan as he feels Sunghoon's fingers wander between his cheeks
and encircle his rim.—Mh, how should I take you today, precious? After all, I take all the
time to remind you again why you chose to seal a deal with me or should I be cruel and not
give you what you want? Just for starving me for a week.

—It was only three days

—I never said I was talking about this week. Do I have to remind you how you turned me
around and pretended I didn't exist at first? _You can't pretend evil doesn't exist, Riki._—
Sunghoon moves closer until they are face to face, breaths mingling and lips brushing.
Something stirs inside Sunghoon watching Ni-ki's lips quiver as do his eyes as he moves
them between Sunghoon's eyes and his mouth. Ni-ki closes his eyes, licking his lips and
brushing his tongue against the tip of Sunghoon's lip.—I almost disappeared because of you.

—I-I already apologized for it.

—But it's not enough.—Sunghoon holds up three fingers once he pulls away, feeling his
insides twist and his lips burn where he still feels the ghost of Ni-ki's lips against his. Kissing
is a absolutely not. That's not in the deal, even if that could be Sunghoon's only way out. But
to be, Ni-ki and he would have to be in love and Ni-ki doesn't see him as anything more than
a dildo who can talk.—How about today I just make you cum with my fingers? But you like
that, cutie.—When he sees him shake his head, Sunghoon holds Ni-ki by the face squeezing
his cheeks and making his mouth create an involuntary pout.—Besides, it's so satisfying and
exciting to see how I can make you cum just by using one finger. After all, only I know how
to please you.

The scream Ni-ki lets out when Sunghoon pushes his fingers along her quivering rim can
barely be silenced when he brings his fist to his mouth. Sunghoon made sure Ni-ki was well
lubricated, so his fingers sound like the most obscene of songs every time they thrust in and
out of Ni-ki's warm interior.

Ni-ki struggles effortlessly to keep from cumming, his hand barely gripping Sunghoon's wrist
loosely and his legs trembling, trying to close and trap Sunghoon's arm with them. All he
manages to do is moan over Sunghoon's hand covering his mouth, arching up and rolling his
eyes at Sunghoon touching his prostate with ease with just his fingers, the experience of
knowing every area of Ni-ki like the palm of his hand makes Ni-ki's orgasm on the brink, but
Sunghoon is quicker and moves down, positioning himself between Ni-ki's legs and taking
his mouth over his cock, while his fingers still continue to fuck him. Sunghoon tastes Ni-ki in
his mouth, the sticky tears of pre cum falling onto his tongue like jam before cupping his
cheeks and taking Ni-ki with an incredible deep throat, his nose grazing Ni-ki's hair and
pulling away as he flexes his fingers making his lover arch and moan low biting his hand.

Sunghoon takes the entire load Ni-ki shoots into his mouth with ease, still spasming as
Sunghoon licks every drop left on Ni-ki's sensitive cock and still shudders as he pulls away
so he can enjoy the ecstasy coursing through his body as he feeds on Ni-ki. It almost feels
like coming back to life.

—I'm not done yet.—Sunghoon warns, tugging Ni-ki as he grabs him by the waist, reaching
between his legs and taking his own cock to rub it against the hole still quivering from the
emptiness left by Sunghoon's fingers.

—What happened to punishing me?.—Ni-ki is the one teasing now, still half gone from his
recent orgasm, eyes sleepy and lips flushed from biting them to silence the dirty noises in his
mouth and not wake up his dorm mate.

—I must be doing something wrong if you can still use that mouth for more than just
moaning. Should I use my cock to shut you up?.—Heat travels down Sunghoon's spine as he
notices the movement of Ni-ki's eyes on his cock, tongue poking out as if he could taste
Sunghoon in his mouth, his cock twitching with pleasure at having his summoner's eyes on
him.—Change your mind. After all, you can't trust the word of a ghost.

Ni-ki squeezes the sheet under his fingers as he feels Sunghoon take him. The thickness of
his cock is no match for three mere fingers, Sunghoon is long and big, he manages to reach
Ni-ki's nerve point with ease making him see stars behind his eyelids. He wants to be as quiet
as possible, he knows his partner goes to sleep with noise headphones because he is particular
with his sleep schedule and believes it is crucial to have a good life to get his eight hours of
sleep, but the walls of his residence are like paper. He wonders if anyone can hear like a
ghost. No, how Sunghoon takes it. How he makes him go crazy and like an animal in heat
with few lunges, how he makes him scream with simple caresses.

The lube makes an obscene sound every time Sunghoon thrusts in and out of his, Ni-ki has to
close his legs around the specter as the tremors come again. He has just cum, but his cock is
hard and proud pressed against his abdomen once again, ready to release another load.
Sunghoon doesn't help the orgasm linger either, taking his cock and stroking it in rhythm with
his onslaught, spreading the pre cum for an easy slide. Ni-ki has tears in his eyes, the ceiling
is a blur and his nails dig into the ghost's pale skin. At this point he can't even scream
anymore, panting and jerking trying to get the orgasm to delay, but he can feel it on the line.
Closer and closer and closer, until Sunghoon hits a few more times and cums a second time,
now in Sunghoon's hand.

Ni-ki doesn't remember anything else after that, he has only the memory of him waking up in
the early morning and coming to the warmth beside his. Sunghoon seems more and more
human, he thinks as he lies on Sunghoon's chest, but he can't feel a pulse.

[ 👻]
—What kind of ghost are you?

Ni-ki asks one morning when only he and Sunghoon are at home.

It's Wednesday, so Ni-ki has afternoon classes while Jungwon has morning classes. Because
of their schedules, classes and activities Jungwon and he hardly hang out, so most of the time
it's just Sunghoon and him. Now, Ni-ki is enjoying his time before he starts getting ready for
his class that he has in two hours.

Sunghoon holds him by the waist, because of the position on the couch he has to look up so
he can see Ni-ki's face, who is sitting on his lap. This is something new too, a little strange
after having stayed as far away from Sunghoon as he could at first, he now enjoys always
being close whenever he gets the chance. His favorite thing to do is to sit on Sunghoon's lap,
one of the reasons is because he feels like she is in control. It's also easy access so they can
feel closer.

—I've been doing some research on ghosts, after reading a lot of information on the internet
they all come to the same conclusion.—Ni-Ki explains, settling back on Sunghoon's lap to
better feel the erection forming beneath him, placing his arms on Sunghoon's shoulders and
feeling the wraith tighten his grip on his waist.—Ghosts are ghosts because they have
something unfinished.

—You're a very curious duckling.—Sunghoon brushes his nose against Ni-ki's, tilting his
head to the side without losing eye contact.—Curiosity killed the duck.

Ni-ki rolls his eyes, which Sunghoon finds amusing and rubs his nose against Ni-ki's face
again. His hands are not tender, he lifts Ni-ki's shirt in the area of his back and plays with the
elastic of his athletic shorts.

—The saying doesn't go like this.

—I'm sure of what I said.—When he sees Ni-ki wrinkle his nose and feel his knees catch his
hips, Sunghoon adds:—Well, what do you want to know?

—How did you end up in that spell? As much as I try to think of what not being able to rest
your soul relates to being stuck in a book.

Sunghoon hums pretending to think, but the reality is that he finds himself more focused on
stroking the tent in Ni-ki's shorts. His own cock twists in his pants as he notices how his
summoner's eyes change so easily from bold to small and submissive.

–I'm a kind of ghost who was punished.—Sunghoon says without too much fidgeting, his
thumb instead making circles around Ni-ki's head on his clothes.—I don't remember who I
was in my past life or even what I did. I only know that I committed a great sin and
someone punished me, condemning me to serve others.

Ni-ki licks his mouth, leaning back and resting his hand on Sunghoon's knee to give
Sunghoon better access to his cock. Sunghoon peeks his lover's erection through the hole of
his shorts, pre cum coating his thigh.

—I also read that... Ugh that feels good.

—Yes?.—Ni-ki nods with a hum, closing his eyes and allowing Sunghoon to continue kissing
his neck.—What else did you find out?

—How? Oh, yes.—Ni-ki has to take three breaths to concentrate on the previous
conversation.—I read that in certain beliefs there is reincarnation, do you think that has to do
with you having the chance to stop being a ghost?

—You're babbling.

—I'm just curious.—Ni-ki says breathlessly, groping for Sunghoon's cock to free it from his
pants. The position and the fact that he hasn't taken off his shorts makes it somewhat difficult,
but Ni-ki manages to get Sunghoon's cock through the hole in his shorts and press the tip
against his hole. Fortunately, he chose baggy shorts to sleep in last night.

—You can be curious later.—Sunghoon grunts, guiding his cock into Ni-ki's hole and
subsequently helping him down on it.
Ni-ki is somewhat impatient, so he wastes no time in riding on the ghost's cock. He has to
firm his grip on Sunghoon's shoulders for support.

Personally, Ni-ki doesn't like the riding position that much, it takes a lot of effort and on a
cramped couch it makes it somewhat uncomfortable. But there's something incredibly
satisfying about riding Sunghoon, he can see how he crumbles from every jump Ni-ki makes
on his cock, he can see every detail of his face puckering at the pleasure and feel the stress it
must cause him not ramming Ni-ki the way he wants to.

He takes in Sunghoon's face, his blonde hair falling and covering the specter's face. From
where he stands, Sunghoon has to look up to be able to see his face, it feels like Ni-ki is
someone Sunghoon is worshipping and venerating. It is even more pleasurable when he sees
Sunghoon close his eyes just by feeling the touch of Ni-ki's fingers against his cheeks, his
mouth and ending up behind his hair.

Sunghoon is panting against his mouth, they are so close to each other that they feel their lips
tingle where they barely brush. And Sunghoon only reaches to caress Ni-ki's back as much as
he can, tracing lines with his nails, the frustration of wanting to touch more, but the clothes
being a burning obstacle in every line his nails leave on Ni-ki's hot skin.

When they cum, Ni-ki does so by moaning Sunghoon's name against his mouth and
Sunghoon grunting and puckering his face.

Still ecstatic, Ni-ki says:

—I have to go take a bath.

Sunghoon just nods his head.

The next thing that happens is that they're both under the shower head, Ni-ki turning his back
to Sunghoon and allowing Sunghoon to wash his body, ignoring that all that doesn't feel
strange.

—I was selfish in my past life.

—Huh?

Sunghoon laughs behind him, still running his soapy hands down Ni-ki's neck.

—You wanted to know what wrong I did, didn't you?.—Ni-ki lets out a low "oh!" as he
realizes they're returning to their earlier conversation.—Like I said, I don't know who I was
in my past life, but I know my actions were selfish and many people suffered because of me.
That makes me evil enough to be condemned.

For a long moment the only sound heard is the sound of water spurting, so Sunghoon
assumes Ni-ki won't say anything else.

—I don't think you're a bad person.—Because Sunghoon was still in charge of cleaning Ni-ki,
Ni-ki's arm is stretched out so Sunghoon reaches out his hand to pull it down. Ni-ki turns to
 look at him, taking Sunghoon's hand.—Sometimes, people are selfish for the right actions.
You were just unlucky to get caught.—Ni-ki says, looking straight into Sunghoon's eyes.

There's a flash after hearing Ni-ki's words and seeing his eyes. It feels like deja vu and then,
warm, kind, coffee-colored eyes appear over Ni-ki's who is still looking at him with a smile.

He hears his name being mentioned in the distance, someone calling his name over and over
again in laughter.

Sunghoon, Sunghoon, Sunghoon.

—Sunghoon!

With a blink of an eye, Sunghoon feels like he's stepping on land again. Ni-ki is laughing at
him and Sunghoon feels a pain in the center of his chest.

—I need to get ready for class, would you mind?.—To make his point, Ni-ki raises his arm
showing their joined hands. Sunghoon lets go of Ni-ki's intertwined hand as if the touch will
burn.

Ni-ki is still laughing as he opens the bathroom curtain and grabs a towel. He doesn't say
anything as he walks out of the bathroom, but seeing Ni-ki's back and watching him walk
away and leaving him alone makes Sunghoon feel strange. Sick and with a pain in the center
of his chest.

Chapter End Notes

Thanks for reading, sorry for any mistakes <3

 Hungry
Chapter Summary

He gasps when he is lifted abruptly from the floor, he cannot see who it is because there
is no one with him, but he can feel it; watching from somewhere in the room, he can
hear the agitated and icy breathing that seems to brush his wet cheek and hear the growl
that chills his blood because it sounds like that of a wild and hungry animal that lurks
from the shadows looking for the best way to devour its prey.

Chapter Notes

I promise there's a story...! somewhere, between the lines... but it's there, I swear!

By the way, this was written listening to lucifer from the 02line.
(would you like me to play the playlist with which I write the fanfic?)

See the end of the chapter for more notes

It is midnight when Riki finally returns to his shared residence. He is greeted by darkness and
silence, so much so that a shiver runs through his body as he makes his way down the narrow
entrance hallway and makes his way through the living room looking to see if his partner is
home.

October nights feel darker than any other night, the house is so dark that Riki squints his eyes
trying to get used to the darkness, holding on to whatever he can reach to keep from falling.

There's a sudden sound that makes him recoil and gasp, only to groan as he steps on
something sharp that feels like the key ring on his keys. He sighs as he bends down to pick
them up, laughing at his own ridiculous fear.

His back is turned when he feels a breeze on the bare back of his neck that makes him freeze;
he feels someone breathing down his neck.

His footsteps echo echoing with each step he takes on the wood, running down the hallway of
his room, his hand frozen in the middle and about to grab his doorknob, his eyes horrified as
he watches his doorknob turn on its own and the door open for him with a creak that gives
him goosebumps.

He is pushed inside and screams just as the door slams shut with a whip behind him that
shakes even the walls.
Riki stops in the middle of his room, disoriented and looking around in fright. The silence
and darkness make him recoil, his back touching the door which makes him jump and look
back, sighing in relief as he pats the door, only to have to gasp as the curtains of his room
sway with the whip of a strong breeze that appears out of nowhere.

The wind howls, a chilling sound that sounds like wailing cries that only make Ni-ki's skin
bristle with fear, an electric current running through his entire body as he feels the chill
enveloping the room.

It's autumn, the cold is barely felt and it's nicer weather, barely cold enough to have to wear a
thin sweater. But the room feels so icy that mist comes out of his mouth every time he sighs.

He shrinks back, hugging his body seeking some warmth as he rubs his arms. The light from
the spotlight on the ceiling flickers, the pages of the books on his desk rustle in the strong
breeze coming through his small open window. There is an air that whips violently and
loudly, shaking the small things in his room; the lamp and books rise like poltergeist, pausing
for a second before slamming against the door with a thunderous and painful sound.

The spotlight flickers with incredible speed until the bulb thunders, Riki screams at the top of
his lungs as he drops to the floor, sliding down the door of his room while covering his face
with his arms to avoid being hurt by some broken glass from the spotlight.

He covers his ears due to the books falling from his bookshelf one after another, wishing to
block out the noise of the wind whipping his curtains that sounds just like wailing and
whining (or maybe, it's his own voice). There is so much wind that it seems to be inside his
room like a whirlwind that carries everything in its path, starting with small things like the
pages of his notebooks, until it becomes more violent and lifts the books scattered around the
room.

He gasps when he is lifted abruptly from the floor, he cannot see who it is because there is no
one with him, but he can feel it; watching from somewhere in the room, he can hear the
agitated and icy breathing that seems to brush his wet cheek and hear the growl that chills his
blood because it sounds like that of a wild and hungry animal that lurks from the shadows
looking for the best way to devour its prey.

The whirlpool turns gray and resembles a flashing cloud. Something seems to be peeking out
from the gray darkness of the cloud, red eyes glowing like christmas lights are seen in the
middle of the tornado, a large dark mouth, sharp teeth and a long tongue.

Riki kicks in the air trying to break free and get away from the arm slowly peeking out from
the middle of the whirlpool stretches towards him, the black color running from the long
fingertips to end at the shoulder with splashes is almost like paint, even the goo drips from
the fingertips moving trying to fish him to the ground, the stain on the ground disappearing.

Riki grabs at the air and kicks, watching as the whirlpool gets closer and closer to him and
screams in horror at the hand that finally catches him by the sweater and pulls his body
forward, willing the whirlpool to swallow him.
He closes his eyes from the lightning, the thunder rumbling the walls and, glaring, Ni-
catches a glimpse of the spell book floating right next to the whirlpool, open to the page of
the movement spell.

The whirlpool swallows his knees, the heat consumes him and the slimy hand moves to grab
his face and squeeze his cheeks. Riki jerks, grabbing with both hands the wrist of the entity
hiding inside the whirlpool.

The snarl makes him whimper, the spellbook taunts him by staggering. And he can feel
something slimy and wet lick his cheek.

—Sunghoon!

Riki screams at the top of his lungs and the dark swirl disappears with a puff that blows his
hair back with the strong air that expands throughout the room and makes all the noise and
madness in the room stop as if nothing ever happened in that room.

Finding the large naked body of the ghost in front of him, a black shadow covering his face
and only letting you see the red eyes and the big white smile, until the shadow (which is more
like a slimy stain like the one running down his arms) slides down and slowly letting you see
the face of the spirit that came to disturb Riki's night.

—You haven't fed me.—the ghost growls as the goo falls from his body and disappears as a
stain on the floor, revealing bare shoulders, chest and torso. A cock pointing towards Ni-ki
and tucked between his legs, the stain of his arousal and hunger wetting Riki's jeans.

Sunghoon leaves a streak of saliva on the side of his face, whimpering as he tastes the taste of
tears.

—My little prey was scared?

Sunghoon's voice sounds creepy, it's an octave lower than usual and it's eerie, every time he
speaks and breathes it sounds like two people are inside Sunghoon's body.

Riki gasps in surprise at the hand moving and snaking across his body, while the other still
holds him in the air, squeezing Riki's face and carrying him as if Riki were the lightest
feather.

Sunghoon steps back to scan the figure of his prey. Riki struggles, there is an attractive angry
grimace on his appetizing mouth, his cute eyebrows furrowed and there is a wrinkle in the
middle of them. This red, he catches a glimpse of Sunghoon as a flash of lightning
illuminates from the other side of the window, clearly pissed off and furious at the way
Sunghoon is holding him.

It makes Sunghoon's cock twist anxiously. Riki is the only person he knows who looks
attractive the more pissed off he gets, his face turns a shade of red and his eyes seem to burn
with flames of fury, it makes his gaze melt and become intense and deep. Sunghoon's cock
drips every time he sees his mouth grimace and show his teeth while he spouts profanities, it
makes all Sunghoon can think of is to stick his cock in that pretty cussing mouth and shut
him up with it.

Sunghoon wastes no time, forcing Riki to wrap his strong, slender legs still clad in his jeans
around his bare hips, gluing their bodies together until not even a hair can pass between them.
He lets Riki struggle some more making him think he's in control, only to then grab him by
both wrists and force him to place his arms over his head.

Riki lets out a grunt of pain that directly hits Sunghoon's cock who, as his mouth attacks
Riki's sweaty neck, his hips jerk and his lubed cock rubs against Riki's clothed ass, even if the
denim scrapes and hurts, it makes it all the more satisfying. Sucking on the skin of Riki's
tanned neck, enjoying how his lover moans in moaning mode, but still turns his head to let
Sunghoon have more access to him.

He sucks on the skin, digging his teeth in like a vampire, moaning at the way Riki writhes
against him and makes their hips grind together. Sunghoon can taste his arousal, can feel it
pulsing against his tongue as he licks the vein pulsing in Riki's neck.

Riki gasps in surprise at the sound of his clothes tearing, his sweater ripping from the side,
where Sunghoon's finger slides, where sharp nails caress.

Sunghoon pressing their bodies together makes the easy way he tears his clothes go into the
background, concentrating only on the heat he feels all over his body. Sunghoon is so naked
and perfect, while he is so full of layers, suddenly feeling too many layers.

—I want to fuck you, here. Ah Now.—Sunghoon growls, the last word making Riki tremble
at the double voice that comes again.

Sunghoon flips him over before Riki can process it, pants ending at his ankles, fabric ripped
from his sweater and skin suffering scratches from the haste of things.

There's a lick on the back of his sweaty neck that makes him shiver, icy hands on his hot skin
that create a path of bristling skin in their wake and wild, hungry grunts against his ear that
make his cock drip. He doesn't know where in the show his cock got excited, but it aches so
much with the need to cum that it makes him cry out in frustration because Sunghoon barely
touches him.

But when he does, when strong fingers stroke his cock, Riki has to hold on to the door,
pathetically whimpering and moaning at the way Sunghoon rubs his cock between his
buttocks, he can feel Sunghoon's natural lubricant dripping between his quivering legs from
the way Sunghoon jerks him off at the same rhythm as his hips jerk.

—Don't stop.—Riki begs between whimpers, squeezing Sunghoon's wrist from the hand
masturbating him, begging Sunghoon not to pull away, preventing him from pulling away as
he was about to do.

—I can't see you.—Sunghoon admits from where he leaves a hickey on Riki's shoulder,
before he turns to a kiss on Riki's ear that does nothing but make him shudder and feel his
belly heat up. It's probably the orgasm announcing that he's close.
—Don't stop.—He repeats, begging and whimpering as he takes the hand at his waist and
guides it to his bare chest, which burns just feeling the phantom touch of Sunghoon's touch.

He wordlessly asks, as he jerks and rubs against the cock between his legs, which rubs
against his balls and soaks him with natural lubricant, for Sunghoon to touch him. And
Sunghoon grants it, pinching his nipples while still kissing his neck and masturbating Riki.
He needs him to cum so he can eat.

But something feels wrong and wrong.

—I can't see you. Damn.

Sunghoon growls a curse, stops caressing Riki's chest ignoring his complaint, and wagging a
finger the full-length mirror Riki has in the corner of his room crawls until it ends up on his
right.

Sunghoon forces Riki to turn around, to see himself in the mirror while Sunghoon continues
stroking his cock and spreading the whine he releases at the tip all over the length.

It's embarrassing to look at his naked body and his arousal, his own cock wrapped with the
hand of a ghost feeding on sexual energy. Sunghoon still has red eyes, still has that ghostly
aura around him, which makes it that much more embarrassing to see himself enjoying being
fucked by a ghost.

But Sunghoon seems to enjoy it, his red eyes looking through the reflection of the mirror at
Riki's eyes as he kisses his neck that already shows purple spots and bites, as he wraps his
free hand around Riki's neck and squeezes it, as he jerks him off with his thumb making
circles on the tip, slowly moving his fingers down so he can caress his balls and rub his
thumb between them, a cock that stands proud and presses against his abdomen that grinds
against each caress.

It's embarrassing to see his tears of excitement he tries to turn his head away, only Sunghoon
stops him by grabbing his cheeks.

—I love to see you.—Sunghoon says rubbing his face against Riki's while keeping eye
contact through the mirror reflection.—I love to see the expressions you make while I caress
you, do you like it, do you like it when I touch you, little perverted man who gets horny from
being fucked by a ghost.—Sunghoon's laughter sends shivers down his spine.—Because I
love to eat you. You're my favorite dish, I'd eat you over and over again just to see the cute
face you make every time I fuck you.

Sunghoon's words echo in Riki, there's something about them that make him roll his eyes as
he cums against Sunghoon's hand, feeling the hot liquid dripping down his legs, Sunghoon's
cum dripping to the floor. Sunghoon has to hold him up with one arm because Riki ends up
boned.

He sees through the mirror the ghost looking back at him as he sucks his fingers, licking
between them until he completely cleans the essence Riki released in his. When he finishes
after making sure he hasn't left anything behind, Sunghoon moans against his ear:
—I love the taste of you. You taste so delicious that I'm getting addicted to you, my Angel.

Riki closes his eyes after that.

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Riki notices that Sunghoon seems hungrier than usual.

It is three o'clock in the morning when a howl is heard from the other side of his window.

Riki rolls over in his bed, rolling onto his back and sighing in his sleep. He has left the
window half open, even if it is cold his room seems to be an oven at night.

He sleeps peacefully, his heart beating like a lullaby, his chest rising and falling peacefully is
proof that he is having the best of his. He is completely oblivious to the sheet that, barely
covering his legs, slowly slips off, uncovering him completely.

Riki stirs as the soft silk touches his feet, causing the wind that unwinds him to stop,
dropping the sheet to the floor as Riki sighs again, scratching his nose in the process to fall
asleep once more.

In the shadows of his room lit barely by moonlight, footsteps are heard. There is something
lurking around Riki, an invisible being watching in the shadows, growling in the silence of
the room, where only the calm breathing of the blond Angel who sleeps unaware of the wolf
staring hungrily at him can be heard.

Riki's thighs peek out as his baggy shorts rise as he moves, the flat belly that bristles from the
cold that creeps through the window, the sweet V-shaped lines that gets lost inside his shorts
makes the shadow howl hungrily.

The bed sinks and Riki stirs on the mattress. An owl hoots covering the snore that comes
from Riki's open mouth, pale and shiny with saliva, his blonde hair spread over his pillow
and his eyelids quiver as he feels the tickling touch on the inside of his thigh. The tickles
slowly rise to graze his bare abdomen, which contracts as he feels them around his navel,
outlining the hairline and down to…

Riki opens his eyes, leaning agitated on his elbows and listening to his own breathing as he
surveys the empty room and feeling the cold sweat trickling down his forehead.

He catches a glimpse of his sheet lying in the corner of the room, where the moonlight splits
into an imaginary line between the light and dark of Riki's room.

There is no one there, yet Riki can feel the intense gaze on him. He can see how the bed sinks
into a corner, how the mattress crushes under the weight of something... Or someone.

He gasps in surprise as he feels a touch on his ankle, which feel like fingers wrapping around
his leg and sliding up to grab his thigh and twist down, forcing Riki to fall onto the mattress
once more.
He can't see anyone there, but he feels the weight on him and the violent way they pull his
knees apart to get between them.

Riki's breathing becomes faster, cold sweat trickling down his neck and his heart beating at
an incredible speed. Fear coursing through his veins. And excitement too.

—Sunghoon?.—he asks amidst the loneliness in his room.

He receives nothing but a guttural sound in the middle of the emptiness where only Riki is
seen in the mirror. Sunghoon seems satisfied that he has been recognized by Riki with just his
touches.

Still unseen, Sunghoon pulls down Riki's legs his shorts. Clothes rustling as they fall to the
floor, and Riki's arousal being exposed as he is naked from the waist down, his cock pressed
against his abdomen and a tear of pre cum wetting the sky blue fabric of his sleep shirt.

He hears in the void the sigh of desire, feels the hot breath against his cock and the caresses
on his sides.

Riki's belly contracts, his legs trying to close, but his knees hit something invisible between
them. There's a cat's lick between his balls, the tender skin stretching at a faint toothless bite,
and he arches as he feels a quick warmth enveloping the head of his cock, lasting just long
enough to enjoy it.

The fabric of his shirt brushes against his skin, just as he caresses his ghostly. He doesn't
understand why Sunghoon doesn't show himself, doing it this way makes the reasonable
thought that he is having sex with a ghost all the more conscious and perverse. With an entity
that was chained to a spell, with something that is no longer alive.

But it feels incredibly exciting, this is all wrong, yet Riki is in awe. Not being able to know
what Sunghoon will do next, it's like having sex blindfolded, only Riki is watching his empty
room as he feels the wetness of fingers stretching him, feeling the weight on him even if he
can't see what's on him.

It's wonderful in a creepy way.

He whimpers, holding onto the blanket beneath him, his cock bouncing against his belly and
his hole closing capturing the intruder who opens it. He looks down, watching his legs spread
and bent, it's so dirty that he's enjoying feeling himself being fucked by invisible fingers, but
it feels so good.

He gasps in surprise as they grab his hips and pull him down, his hole closing sadly at the
sudden emptiness, only for his mouth to let out a high-pitched moan as something bigger
presses between his buttocks. Riki places both hands on his head, squeezing the pillow as he
feels himself getting fuller and wetter. Fingers pressing into his hip bone so hard that the skin
turns white and then red, bruises he can see appearing from the reflection of the unseen
entity.
Sunghoon that night seems wilder, hungrier than usual. He usually takes his time to play with
Riki until he makes him end up begging Sunghoon (because that's what the ghost loves, Riki
crawling around begging Sunghoon to help him. A real demon), but that night Sunghoon
feels more rushed, skipping all the foreplay and going straight to dessert.

Riki locks his knees as he feels the bestial pounding of the ghost's onslaught. He has to grab
onto the headboard of the bed as he doesn't know what to hold on to. He doesn't know where
exactly Sunghoon is, he can only feel his cock pounding and abusing his entrance, taking
from him as much as he can.

Riki's eyes turn white, he bites his lip to keep from screaming and lifting his partner, but
Sunghoon is so skilled at what he does that he easily finds the nub of nerves sending a
pleasurable tingle throughout his body. He's even babbling, asking for something that even he
himself doesn't understand, but Sunghoon seems to, because he can feel the ghost crushing
him with his body and feels hands taking his and guiding them to something he can't see, but
can feel.

It's strange, watching his hands lean to nothingness, only Riki's heart feels calm because he
recognizes who the person is that he wraps around.

Then, he feels something wet on the corner of his mouth. Warm and wet that makes him part
his lips and moan, the wetness making a line down to caress his lower lip and Riki's toes curl
in pure pleasure as he pokes his tongue between his lips, moaning between whimpers as he
feels the pressure of that wetness against his tongue, as he feels invisible lips close capturing
his tongue and proceed to suck on the wet muscle.

It's not a kiss, but it makes him wish intensely that it was. Sighing between cuts as his fingers
move down to grasp what appear to be Sunghoon's ears, guiding him to cup his cheek, feeling
the line of his jaw. The bed sinks to the sides of his head, the thrusts and the movement of
Riki's hips matching and flexing his toes.

Only all Riki can think about is the sweet taste on his tongue. The way Sunghoon rubs their
tongues together is messy and wet, the saliva runny, but Sunghoon seems to enjoy and adore
that Riki drools easily because he moans at the taste of his saliva, sucking and trying to
swallow everything Riki releases, outlining his wet lips and his neck which is the same way
as Riki takes a breath, only to take his tongue again.

It's the closest thing to a kiss, he can feel their lips brush and the heat spread across Riki's
belly, allowing his mind to engage him making him believe that Sunghoon is following his
mouth and trying to kiss him.

Only they can't. A kiss is off limits. Riki doesn't want to know what the outcome would be if
they kiss, which would be worse; that Sunghoon would remain a ghost or that he would no
longer be one.

Sunghoon finally becomes visible in the midst of the tongue war, moaning against the wet
muscle sucking as he thrusts in and out of the warm interior that envelops him with each
thrust. Saliva trickles down Riki's neck, where a moan vibrates as, in his eyes between wide
and cloudy, he sees Sunghoon being visible, delighted to see the intensity reflected in his dark
eyes again, the arousal he feels for Riki shining in his irises.

Riki gasps, catching his breath as Sunghoon pulls away to let him breathe, tasting the tears on
his cheek with his tongue instead, a sound of a wet kiss making Riki's chest feel warm.

The bed squeaks, the wet sound created by Sunghoon's lubed cock sliding in and out of Riki
and their moans mingling seem to create music.

And when he cums, he does so feeling a kiss against the corner of his lip, kiss that goes all
the way up his cheek until it reaches his ear, onslaughts that become faster and fuck him in
the middle of his orgasm making his body more sensitive and he ends up crying from
overstimulation.

Sunghoon cums as he moans Riki's name in his ear, a husky voice sending a current
throughout his body and making him arch against Sunghoon and their sweat and cum soaked
bodies.

He feels sticky between his legs with Sunghoon's cum, but the sensation passes into the
background when Sunghoon confronts him again, the dim light in the room and his blurred
vision moistened with his own tears of arousal barely allowing him to see Sunghoon's face
properly.

He strokes his face wet with cold sweat and his mingled saliva, then, his thumbs caress the
dark bags under his eyes.

Sunghoon... He looks sick, looks paler than usual and thinner.

Riki feels dread, a pang in his chest the more he keeps looking at Sunghoon.

—If you were hungry you could have told me. Sunghoon, when was the last time you ate?

Riki does the math in his head, and as he thinks that it hasn't even been a week since he last
had sex with Sunghoon, the ghost comes out of him to plop down next to him on the bed. The
satisfied aura one has after sex is replaced by one of frustration.

Rubbing his eyes with his fingers, Sunghoon grunts:—I'm fine.

Only Riki doesn't seem to buy it and Sunghoon, sighing, adds:

—Don't worry, you transmitted great energy tonight.—Sunghoon props himself up on one
elbow so he can see Riki properly, there's a sly smile stretching at the corner of his mouth.
Mouth that is still wet and shiny from the tongue war and Riki feels particularly hot from the
face at the memory of it and hot from the belly as time passes and he keeps looking at
Sunghoon's lips.

He looks away to cover his eyes with his hands, still remembering how Sunghoon bit his lip a
second ago.
 —You look sick.—Riki says, staring at the ceiling as the white spots from pressing his eyes
disappear. Then, he looks Sunghoon in the eyes.

Sunghoon grimaces. Riki can tell that Sunghoon is hiding something, however, his inner self
tells him not to try to press him. Somehow, he trusts Sunghoon and if something bad was
happening to him he fully trusts Sunghoon to tell him. They both made a pact, if Sunghoon
was in trouble he wouldn't be stupid enough to risk it.

Riki sighs.

—Next time you're hungry or getting weaker on your own... Ask for it, okay?

—Nah, you seem to like it better when it attacked you in your sleep.

Riki rolls his eyes before getting out of bed and walking over pulling his sleep shirt down
trying to cover up.—Well, looks like you're okay if you can still be an asshole.

Riki grimaces feeling Sunghoon's cum trickle down between his legs and bares his teeth at
Sunghoon as he sees the ghost lying on the bed, with an arm behind his head as a pillow,
looking up at Riki with a satisfied smile.

He is about to enter the shared bathroom when Sunghoon makes him stop.

—Riki.—Sunghoon observes him, now sitting on the bed with the sheet that was on the floor
covering his legs. His eyes meet Riki's, who hums to let him know he's listening to him.—I'll
be fine.

Riki purses his lips, he wants to believe Sunghoon's words, only he still feels an uneasy pang
in his chest.

Sunghoon's gaze softens, the reflection of an unspoken promise shining in his pupils makes
Riki's insides calm down.

—I know.—Riki replies, returning the smile Sunghoon flashes at his words.

He hopes it's true.

Chapter End Notes

I have this story almost finished! As I said at the beginning, I did find out if there is a
story behind all this sex, just have to wait a bit! In the next chapter things get better, I
promise.

If you want to talk to me! :D

icessng
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Chapter Summary

—There's something different about you.—At his words, Ni-ki furrows his eyebrows.
Sunoo looks at him in amazement:—I mean, you're brighter.

—I haven't the faintest idea what that means.

Chapter Notes

There was selca hoonki and since then I've been meaning to update this (but so far I've
been able to do so).
Better late than never, as always: sorry for any mistakes!

See the end of the chapter for more notes

When Ni-ki wakes up on Friday morning, he wakes up in a very good mood. Which normally
never happens, because he is not a morning man. Normally, he makes himself a coffee
because his classes start very early in the morning, when Ni-ki's brain is still switched off and
the caffeine helps him to be conscious enough to get to the university safely.

But this morning something feels different. And maybe, it's not the big deal that he's decided
to choose the fresh orange juice that his dorm mate buys every day on his way home (his
dorm mate is just like him, he's more of an energy drinker than choosing to drink juice in the
mornings, but Jungwon continues to buy the fresh drink, because a lovely old lady sells it at a
stall in the streets near their shared dorm) instead of his everyday coffee, just... There's
something about him that feels different.

Starting with the fact that he has a lot of energy so early in the morning and that his skin
looks so clean and without the little pimples that usually appear on his face due to stress
(although it's not like he takes too much care of his skin either).

Ni-ki eats breakfast in silence, going over his itinerary for the day like the organised man he
is while munching on toast leaning on the kitchen counter, the TV is on the news channel at a
considerable volume which is just to create background noise and, from where he stands, he
can see the first room which is his own, where Sunghoon is still sleeping.

That's new. Sunghoon doesn't sleep, at least, he had never seen him sleep in his presence,
when they "slept" together after Sunghoon fed on his energy (they had sex), Ni-ki was the
first to fall, a typical behaviour, because Sunghoon was feeding on his energy and Ni-ki
ended up falling asleep from exhaustion (and because he discovered that, after he slept, he
would wake up with more energy than the day before), so he couldn't know if Sunghoon slept
too, and in the morning, Sunghoon was already awake or just not there. Ni-ki knew he was
nearby, somewhere, because he could feel Sunghoon's energy and presence.

The connection became so much stronger as the days went by, that Ni-ki could feel Sunghoon
close even if he was surrounded by other people. Sunghoon always followed him silently,
sometimes mentioning that they must be together.

Now, Sunghoon is fast asleep and unmoving, no noise seems loud enough to wake him up.
Sighing in his deep sleep after Ni-ki accidentally knocks over the glass full of juice with his
elbow with his quick movements after seeing that he's late, the result of being distracted by
eating slowly as he watches Sunghoon's body drift off to sleep.

—I'm going to class.—Ni-ki announces, peeking down the hallway without needing to set
foot in his room because his room is the first one down the hall anyway. He sees Sunghoon
stir between the sheets at the sound of his voice, but nothing else happens. Sunghoon seems
to have moved the sheets to cover his face, which Ni-ki takes as "don't bother me" and rolls
his eyes as he adjusts his backpack so that the strap is across his chest.—Jungwon will be
back early.—Ni-ki says, ignoring the imaginary ticking sound in his head that goes off every
time he has time on his back. He hates being late, there is nothing he hates more in his life
than being late for class or any other activity that requires his presence. That's why he hates
the unpunctuality of his friends because he is never late.

He still doesn't move, shifting his weight from one leg to the other as he holds the doorknob
of his room and continues to stare at Sunghoon, not caring that his doorknob might break
down due to the weight placed on it.

Sunghoon still doesn't move, which makes him grimace for some reason, feeling a heaviness
in his chest that makes him feel that something is wrong.

With Sunghoon.

Something is wrong around Sunghoon, an aura tugging at Ni-ki's body more and more until
he ends up inside his room, until he staggers closer and his knee ends up resting on the
mattress, the bed sinking where it rested and his hand hesitating as he decides whether he
should lift Sunghoon up, pull the sheet off and make sure everything is right with him.

But it must be, he tells himself, because Sunghoon fed twice last night and once in the
afternoon, after Ni-ki came home from school.

Ni-ki feels fine, even though he is the one who is being robbed of his energy. So, Sunghoon
should be much better than him and maybe he's just tired.

Do ghosts sleep?

His thought doesn't make the strange feeling in his chest go away, he needs to check that
everything is in order. So he pulls the sheet that covers Sunghoon's body slightly so he can
see Sunghoon's face.
Ni-ki is startled by the hand wrapping his wrist over the sleeve of his hoodie. It's strange,
because Ni-ki thinks he can feel that the fingers around his wrist are icy cold, even though
there's warm fabric separating them.

—Shit.—Ni-ki gasps, hoping his voice doesn't sound strained with worry.—You scared me,
you idiot.

Sunghoon stirs in bed, still with the sheet covering his entire body making it impossible to
see even a single hair on his head, only his hand wrapped around Ni-ki's wrist.

Ni-ki frowns, looking down at Sunghoon's hand, feeling his stomach turn when it's no longer
that bright pale shade Sunghoon was taking on, but a sickly pale that's just as bad if not worse
than the first few days Sunghoon was feeding on him. Isn't he supposed to be getting better
instead of...?

—I should be the one to say something like that.

Sunghoon's voice, which sounds hoarse. Much huskier than for just a morning voice, diverts
Ni-ki's attention. His brow is still furrowed, watching intently as Sunghoon moves to sit on
the edge of the bed, still covered from head to toe with the sheet, making him look like a
cheap ghost costume for Halloween. Something that would probably be funny in other
circumstances, but now?

—I should say you scared me.—Sunghoon continues.—You were the one who suddenly
appeared in the room.

Ni-ki's frown deepens, trying to figure out what the hell Sunghoon is talking about, until he
remembers the mini heart attack he gave him when he tried to pull the sheet off.

This is the moment Ni-ki says a sarcastic comment in response, there are ones that come to
mind like a really bad joke pointing out that Sunghoon is the ghost here, that he can't be
scared, but he can't. He can't let his thoughts stray to anything other than worrying about
Sunghoon and his strange behaviour.

—Why are you wearing the sheet like that?.—Ni-Ki asks, leaning towards Sunghoon and
bringing his face close to where he imagines Sunghoon's is under the sheet, squinting to see if
the sheet is transparent enough to even see Sunghoon's eyes.

—Because I am a ghost.

Ni-ki feels the urge to roll his eyes. This is the moment when he is supposed to play along
with Sunghoon's game, because their relationship has become just that, making jokes about
Sunghoon being a ghost. It's no longer a weird situation for them (for Ni-ki) that he's having
a coital relationship with a ghost, that Sunghoon is a ghost. Now it's more of a funny thing,
because it's kind of funny that something like this is happening. Some people still believe that
ghosts are things that only exist in movies and horror stories.

However, in these moments, Ni-ki feels a strange feeling pulsing in the centre of his chest
that prevents him from paying any attention to Sunghoon's attempts to be funny. He knows
the ghost is trying to deflect the subject, he can feel it. Which means something isn't right.

—You're acting weird.—Ni-ki says instead.—I mean, you're always weird, but you're acting
weirder this morning.—Ni-ki's gaze is intense, concerned, though the situation is a little
ridiculous because he can't look at anything but a white sheet instead of Sunghoon's face.

Ni-ki reaches his hand towards the sheet, fisting a part of it, his heart pounding as the seconds
tick by while he has it in his mind to ignore Sunghoon and remove the sheet, feeling his heart
pounding in his ears from the horror in his veins that burns with the feeling that
something isn't right.

The thunderous sound of the alarm clock next to the bedside table startles him, forcing his
body to recoil in inertia. He turns to turn it off, briefly wondering why it's been ringing if it
doesn't work and is nothing more than a prop and decoration, turning once more when he
realises it was just a cheap trick of the ghost using his ghostly powers.

—Very funny.—Ni-ki grunts, looking at the lump under the white sheet still sitting on the
edge of the bed.

This time he grabs the sheet with both hands in case Sunghoon wishes to continue playing,
determinedly pulls the cloak covering the ghostly body with a strong tug that jerks a little and
covers his view. When the sheet falls to the ground with a rustle, Ni-ki looks over to where he
remembers Sunghoon was, finding an empty spot.

He stretches out his arm, wanting to feel Sunghoon's body, to know if he is still there, but
invisible. However, when he stretches his arm far enough, he hears the sound of something
wobbling and turns his head out of inertia, finding the full-length mirror in the middle of his
room, which is wobbling and has a black hole in the centre, which looks just like a portal.

Ni-ki sighs, staring at the object.

—This isn't over.—He shouts in the solitude of his room, not sure if Sunghoon can hear him.

He still doesn't understand mirrors and portals.

As he locks the door to his residence, Ni-ki feels a shiver down his spine, a breeze that stirs
his hair violently and makes him cringe. He doesn't question the air in the windowless
hallway, slings his backpack over his shoulder and walks forward, slipping his keys into his
pocket, fully aware of the feeling that someone is at his back.

Ni-ki sighs, walking towards the lift.

—Are you bored of hiding in your magic portal yet?.—He asks as he watches the lift doors
close. He finds himself leaning against the lift tube behind him when he receives no response,
which causes him to hiss through his teeth.—Now it's the turn of the law of ice. I understand.

The spotlight in the lift flickers, and if Ni-ki wasn't more than used to that, he'd startle. But he
is, Sunghoon does that kind of trick all the time, more so on those days and times when he's
hungry, so Ni-ki ends up rolling his eyes.
—I'm not going to blow you in the lift.—Ni-ki laughs as his eyes stop to look at the small
camera in the corner of the lift. In reality, Ni-ki thinks it doesn't work and is mostly put there
to scare people away from indecent things happening in the area, but still, just in case, he puts
his mobile phone close to his ear and pretends to be on a phone call.

When Sunghoon tends to talk to him in his invisible ghost mode, people often look at him
funny and as if he is crazy. Sometimes he thinks he is.

—Can you stop making the light flicker? Thank you.—Ni-Ki says, closing his eyes slightly
irritated by the lights, however, his calm is short-lived, because the lift stops.

Ni-ki staggers from the impact. Confused, he looks around, squinting at the flickering
spotlight and cringing at the sound of the buttons being pressed by nothing, by an invisible
force pressing the buttons like mad.

—Very funny, Sunghoon.—Ni-ki says aloud sarcastically, staring at the ceiling. He tries to
pretend he's not scared, Sunghoon's ghostly pranks are already a regular occurrence for him.
Sunghoon is a ghost who enjoys teasing Ni-ki and jokingly torturing him with his ghostly
powers.

Still, Ni-ki clings to the tube pressed on his hip, looking directly at the camera placed in the
corner of the lift and wondering if it really works and, if so, if someone is watching him and
acting to rescue him.

Ni-ki presses the emergency button, mumbles to Sunghoon wherever he is, begging (begging)
him to stop joking.

—Not funny.—He mumbles, chattering his teeth afterwards as he feels an icy breeze on his
neck. An indecipherable whisper against his neck that sends shivers down his spine, making
his skin crawl with goosebumps.

'Riki, time is running out'. Ni-ki turns his head sharply, his neck crackling at the movement,
only to meet his own reflection in the elevator mirror and gasp seconds later as he catches a
glimpse of a black shadow evaporating as quickly as the blink of an eye.

The advisor goes back to work, Ni-ki clutches the tube behind him with both hands as he
feels his knees shaking and the lift doors open before he can process what has just happened.

There are a couple of guys looking at him curiously, stopping the conversation they must
possibly have been having before their eyes land on Ni-ki clinging to the tube, panting and
breaking out in a cold sweat.

The strange, dubious looks both boys give Ni-ki is reason enough to force himself to
compose himself. He straightens up, forces a smile (which even he can sense and suspect is
awkward rather than relaxed) and bids them farewell, wishing them a good morning.

By the number changing on his lock screen, Ni-ki notices that time does not seem to have
passed. Which means, he was possibly the only one who witnessed that the lift had stopped.
When he steps out into the autumn air, he again feels the presence of someone walking past
him, even if, again, there is no one but the people walking on the pavement beside him. This
time, he does not shiver icily at the pressure on his shoulder, which feels like a heavy hand he
is already familiar with.

The tension in his shoulders disappears at the comforting touch, a second before he pulls
away with the excuse of adjusting the strap of his backpack properly.

—It wasn't fun.—Ni-ki whispers, before he starts to move on.

Just like the whisper he heard in the elevator, time is running out and he's running late for his
first class.

[ 👻]
—Wow, why are you so bright?

Kim Sunoo croons as soon as he sees Ni-ki approaching him. He straightens up in his seat,
leaving the pencil (with which he was distracting himself from a latent boredom) on his desk
so he can inspect Ni-ki properly.

His eyebrow raises in complicity, which only causes Ni-ki to pause his gait for a few brief
seconds as he feels observed. His friend's suspicious and startled reaction only causes him to
widen his grin.

—What?.—Ni-ki grunts as he sits down next to his best friend. He's still so disoriented by the
event in the elevator (even if he's ninety-nine point nine sure it was just Sunghoon's prank for
waking him up this morning) that his neurons still don't seem to connect with each other and
process Sunoo's words.

—There's something different about you.—At his words, Ni-ki furrows his eyebrows. Sunoo
looks at him in amazement:—I mean, you're brighter.

—I haven't the faintest idea what that means.

Ni-ki pretends to look for something in his purse in a cheap attempt to hide his blush, before
he becomes worried once more by the flash of Sunghoon's pale hand memory.

Why does he look more alive and b_right, while Sunghoon looks tired and sickly pale? As far
as he has seen it. Again, that feeling that something is not right.

—Since when do you wear turtlenecks?.—Sunoo's voice takes him away from his thoughts,
also causing him to scowl at him until he blushes and averts his gaze away from Sunoo and
his mischievous smile.

While, Sunoo doesn't say it directly, he can understand what he's saying between words, he's
implying that Ni-ki is having sex, and he's not wrong, only to admit it is to have to admit that
he's having sex with a ghost he summoned having heard Sunoo's wild idea that the movement
spell would be used for masturbation. I wouldn't count that part out of course but it's still
complicated to talk about.
He also seems to have forgotten that Kim Sunoo has always been a busybody.

—Aha.—Sunoo says, the tone of his voice mocking and sarcastic, showing that he doesn't
believe what Ni-ki has answered him and his fake insanity at all.—So, are you going to tell
me who it is or will I have to investigate on my own?

Pulling out a bottle of water, Ni-ki shrugs in mock indifference. And, if he's averting his gaze
to avoid blurting something out, no one could tell.

—What are you talking about?

Sunoo makes a "pff" sound with his mouth.—God, Riki, I wasn't born yesterday. I know that
sex glow when I see it. I'm going to ignore that I feel betrayed by the fact that you didn't tell
me about your affair in exchange for you telling me about your new romance now.

—I have no idea what you're implying. I'm not having sex with anyone.—Ni-Ki pauses,
plopping down on the bench next to his best friend.—I don't have time for dating.—He
replies simply, because it's true. People often say that college is the best time of one's life
because it has drama, sex, alcohol, partying and drugs. And maybe for some people that's
true, but for Ni-ki it's not. He's a bit boring, he's the definition of what people call a
"bookworm" because his nose is always glued to a book.

Well, excuse him, he cares about his future and his grades.

The last time he went on a date was months ago and it was thanks to Sunoo, who had grown
tired of his pathetic love life and had planned a blind date for him. It was nice, he hit it off
with the person (whose name he doesn't even remember anymore) and they just had casual
sex and never spoke to each other again.

So his answer is perfect because technically he is telling the truth. Of course, he also forgets
that Sunoo is the only person who can see inside Ni-ki and through his lies without the need
for Ni-ki to talk.

—So it's just casual sex.—Sunoo says with a dazzling mischievous smile on his face. He's
leaning into Ni-ki's side, elbows on the table and his chin resting on his hands.—That makes
it all the more interesting, you know?

Ni-ki doesn't answer. He's sure the blush creeping down his neck is answer enough.

—Come on, you can't tell me you're having casual sex.

—I didn't say it.—Ni-ki interrupts. Sunoo continues, as if his best friend hadn't said anything.

—You, of all people, and not tell me about it.

Ni-ki wonders if he should be offended.

Instead, Ni-ki looks at Sunoo, who has apparently decided to ignore the fact that the class has
started and that his classmate in front of him is giving them angry looks possibly for the
reason that he's talking too loudly and not letting him hear the class. He realises, then, that his
friend is not going to drop the subject and that it is best to indulge him.

Ni-ki shrugs his shoulders.

—It's complicated.—He replies. Because really, it is complicated.—And I didn't want to tell

you about him because he's irrelevant to even my life.—Ni-ki's book falls roughly to the
ground with an inexplicable jerk, startling Sunoo and several other students who turn to look
at him.—I'm sorry.—He whispers, more to the being he knows is lurking around him than to
his classmates. He frowns and turns his eyes from left to right, he can't see Sunghoon, no one
can at that moment (because Sunghoon has decided so, if he wanted to he would be visible to
the mortal eye, after all, he has been fed enough to already be visible to others), but he knows
the ghost is with him because, as I briefly explain to him, they are bonded and that means
Sunghoon is going to follow him everywhere at all times.

Sunoo is still waiting for the full story of Ni-ki and his friend with benefits, so he sighs
before continuing.

—He's just someone I hang out with from time to time.

Sunoo hums a reply, a little pleased now that his best friend has admitted to having a
relationship with someone. He almost wants to congratulate his friend for listening to his
advice to try to meet people.

—Can I know what his name is?.—Sunoo decides to ask one more question when he realises
that his friend has decided not to give any more details.

Sadly, Ni-ki shakes his head.

Ni-ki shakes his head, pretending to hear what the teacher is explaining at the moment. The
thought of saying Sunghoon's name to Sunoo feels strange. It would make it more real, as if
Ni-ki were actually seeing someone. As if Sunghoon is his possible romantic interest or
something. Which he isn't and never will be. Ni-ki ignores the uncomfortable feeling he feels
in his stomach at the thought of it and concentrates on reading the paragraph in his book that
becomes more of a blur.

—It's not relevant. It's nothing more than casual sex.

Sunoo narrows his eyes, his mouth turning into a questioning pout at the sudden change of
mood in his friend. If he didn't know that such things are not possible for the mortal eye to
see, Sunoo would have thought he had just seen a grey aura emanate from his friend, and if
that had happened, it would have made him think that his friend is bitter about the fact that
his friend probably doesn't just want to have "casual sex" with his new lover.

He might as well push harder and know the full story and what his friend really thinks and
feels about his new secret lover, because he feels that there is definitely something his friend
is not telling him. However, Sunoo ends up deciding not to, if his friend doesn't want to give
more details there must be a valid reason, even if he is worried. Ni-ki has never had a
relationship based on purely casual sex, and Sunoo knows firsthand that it almost never
works out. Especially when one of the parties involved starts to generate feelings.

But he also remembers to trust his friend, Ni-ki is a grown man who can make up his own
mind and make his own decisions. Ni-ki will be honest and decide to tell Sunoo when he
wants to.

—Okay, you don't have to say anything else. I'm satisfied with the scant information.—Sunoo
finally says, deciding to put the subject aside. Not quite, though, so he adds.—But you're
going to take him to my autumn party, right?

At his question, Ni-ki blinks like a deer caught in the headlights of a car.

—I told you it's not serious.—Ni-ki replies with a grunt that isn't enough to show that he's
upset. Rather, it sounds muffled. Sunoo decides to save that for another time.

—But this year's party is going to be crazy. I've been preparing for months for this! My boys
and I made a mini replica Halloween Carnival, we'll have apple bobbing and everything. It's
going to be fantastic.

—I don't think apple bobbing is a safe game.

Once again, Sunoo rolls his eyes.

—That's not the point!.—He exclaims for a second before apologising to Professor Choi,
who had cleared his throat at his interruption. Sunoo has the decency to pretend to pay
attention this time and wait a few seconds before returning to the subject:—The point is that I
put a lot of effort into this year's party, and the more people who attend, the more likely it is
that everyone will be talking about how great my fraternity's parties are. I went out of my
way to get the place out of being considered one of the worst fraternities.

Ni-ki grimaces once his friend finishes his explanation.

—I'll think about it.—Ni-ki replies after a long, long moment in which Sunoo had already
taken his silence as a no to his offer.—No promises, though. I'm not sure if Sunghoon likes to
party.

Ni-ki cringes when he feels a sudden icy breeze caress his back that happens just as he
mentions Sunghoon's name. He doesn't even notice the curious look on his friend's face at Ni-
ki's slip where he ends up blurting out Sunghoon's name, too focused on the strange sensation
that appeared around him.

The windows are not even open.

—Great. I'll text you the invitation to send to your boy-not-boy Sunghoon.

Ni-ki nods, but the feeling hasn't gone yet. There's something in the air, in the atmosphere, in
him that tells him it's a bad idea.
Before he can make an excuse to Sunoo, his mobile phone buzzes in his pocket, blocking his
thoughts. He comes across the video invitation to the Autumn party hosted by Sunoo, a cheap
video that has "Autumn Party" in letters that surely have the title "horror movie" in the app it
was created in. Pumpkins, spiders and gif ghost. Ni-ki will give it a point for the knife
sticking in the middle and the letters pretending to be splattered blood, plus the sound of a
cheap "bwah"-like scream that a battery-powered toy skull would have.

Ni-ki is about to say a comment about it, but the image changes and his smile freezes as he
stares at the screen which turns grey and with slight static until the screen is tinged with red,
a chilling sound simulating the ticking of a clock that slowly starts to get faster and faster,
louder and louder that Ni-ki feels dizzy.

"Time is running out.

The souls that were once separated... Shall dance beneath the red full moon, glowing with the
blood that was once unjustly shed.

One last chance for their souls to be reunited or a curse will fall and their hearts will be
snatched away."

The ticking sound in his headphones mixes with his heartbeat pounding in his throat. He feels
like he's going to vomit, like his heart is trying to escape through his mouth and he's
struggling to breathe because of the force he feels squeezing his throat.

Something trying to steal his heart, to make him spit it out the more it squeezes his throat.

"Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.

You're running out of time, Riki."

—What did you think of the invitation?

Ni-ki gasps, clutching his neck and scraping with his fingers trying to remove the choking
hand, realising he no longer feels the grip on his throat and no longer hears the sound of the
clock.

Sunoo looks at him strangely and worriedly, leaning towards Ni-ki as he asks.—Are you all
right? You look pale.

Ni-ki doesn't answer, instead, he looks around only to realise that everyone there is still in
their own world, the teacher walking to the front explaining something Ni-ki can barely hear
amidst his heavy breathing.

It is as if what he saw and felt had never happened.

Ni-ki is sure his heart stopped beating for a second.

—It's terrifying.—Ni-ki replies, his voice sounding breathless. Just as it would if you had
been hanged.
Sunoo seems pleased with his answer, now ignoring his friend's frightened look. Sunoo is
smiling, completely unaware that Ni-ki is still trying to figure out if his heart is still beating.

—It really is! Can you believe Heeseung wanted the theme to be werewolves? Boring.

Sunoo says something else, but his voice becomes a distant whisper as Ni-ki keeps looking at
his mobile phone where Sunoo's party invitation is still playing, the constant, repetitive
"bwah" heard in his headphones.

What the hell was that all about?

[ 👻]
As soon as he is back in his residence, Ni-ki is guided by a supernatural force that takes him
straight to his room.

Ni-ki gasps in fear as he feels something grab his wrist and drag him against his will. He
struggles, screams and tries to break free from the grip he feels around his wrist. His heart
bleeds in his ears and the nerves and fear he has been feeling all day intensifies making him
feel like he might wet his trousers.

—Leave me alone!.—He shouts pressing the soles of his shoes on the ground trying to make
an anchor with them, but it doesn't work, the being dragging him seems to be much stronger
than him. Ni-ki feels his eyes fill with the tears he's been holding back all day from all the
events that have happened to him during the day.

His senses have been on alert after seeing the invitation to the party organised by the
fraternity where Sunoo is. Fearful even of his own shadow, because there has been a strange
feeling in the air. His instincts whisper to him that something bad is going to happen, that
something is coming for him to drag him away.

Ni-ki whimpers when he thinks about it again.

—Let me go! Whatever I did to you, I'm sorry. Leave me alone!

The door closes with a violent breeze that rattles the walls of the room, causing him to cringe
at the noise.

The supernatural force forces him to stand up, his feet slightly off the ground, and he
whimpers as he feels a touch on his face that only lasts a second.

—I'm hungry.—A hoarse, beastly voice growls through the four walls, echoing.

Ni-ki relaxes his shoulders as he recognizes the voice. His breathing slowly regulates as the
black cloud that appears in the middle of his room makes Sunghoon's body appear.

Of course it would be him. Ni-ki thinks with a hand on the centre of his chest where his heart
is still racing with terror. And he wants to laugh, to laugh at himself for getting scared and
making his imagination win.
All day he has felt on alert for ridiculous things, afraid of his own shadow and screaming at
the smallest noise like a branch breaking in the middle of his way to his residence. A branch
he himself had stepped on.

The invitation to the Autumn party hosted by Sunoo's fraternity made his imagination run
wild, for the worse. Sunoo wasn't lying when he said he'd been planning the party for months,
apparently his idea was to scare the shit out of everyone. And it had worked. He was never
good at enduring terror after all.

He didn't ask him what the theme of his party was about and maybe he should have, so at
least his head could have avoided having thoughts that someone was watching him.

Of course there was someone watching him and following him. It was Sunghoon.

Ni-ki would laugh at his irrational fear, were it not for the fact that his laughter is cut short
when he feels a lick just below his chin that makes him shudder.

—I want to suck you.—Sunghoon whispers in his ear. His breath is so exquisitely icy that it
sends a shiver down Ni-ki's spine and makes him arch his back causing his chest to press
against Sunghoon's.

Sunghoon catches him, one arm wrapped around his hip to draw their bodies even closer
together (as if they weren't so close to each other that not even a hair could pass between
them).

Perhaps this is what he needs, a way to distract his head and body from something other than
the events of that day (which were nothing, he reminds himself) and to drive away that
strange sensation he's been feeling all day on his back.

So he allows Sunghoon to stroke his back over his turtleneck jumper, a hand snaking in an
exquisite way that gives him goosebumps and he gasps as the hand meets his buttock and
kneads and squeezes it over his trousers.

The sky is turning a dark colour for the longer nights that autumn has, his room is dimly lit,
he can't see Sunghoon's face properly other than his mouth and chin, he's sure if he
concentrates he could look more and remove the doubt he had that morning about the ghost
and his strange behaviour, but Sunghoon is too good at making Ni-ki can't concentrate on
anything else but him, no matter if he's just touching him with ghostly rubs on his clothes.
Sunghoon always manages to make Ni-ki's mind revolve around Sunghoon, easing his
worries and doubts.

Before he knows it he is naked and on top of Sunghoon, who is equally naked beneath him.
His knees pressed into the bed on either side of Sunghoon's neck and his cock already
dripping and erect pointing at Sunghoon's face covered by the shadows of the night. Still, he
can feel the intensity of his hungry gaze on him.

—Cum on my face, angel.—The nickname sends a shiver down Ni-ki's spine and he tries to
forget it. That's not new to Sunghoon, the ghost has started dropping affectionate nicknames
out of nowhere. Especially when they're having sex.
Ni-ki knows it doesn't mean anything. It_ doesn't. People tend to say and babble romantic
things they don't mean when they're in the throes of cloud nine and high on lust. He himself
has said things he doesn't mean and regrets on the few occasions when he has hooked up with
someone.

For Sunghoon to call him angel, love, honey and baby while he's fucking Ni-ki means
nothing.

Still, Ni-ki's stomach tugs at the sound, the tickle in his stomach making him cringe as
Sunghoon whispers more of those words again, while his naughty hands move to grab Ni-ki's
buttocks to squeeze them, at the same time pushing Ni-ki's body forward, until the tip of his
sticky cock presses against Sunghoon's lower lip. It's an unspoken reminder that Sunghoon is
only saying sweet nicknames because he's aroused and hungry.

It doesn't mean anything.

Ni-ki tries to make it seem as if the thought doesn't affect him.

He wonders since when it seems to affect him so much.

He reminds himself that Sunghoon is a ghost. He's not supposed to feel sad at the thought of
Sunghoon just calling him "love" because his mind is clouded with excitement, with hunger.

But he does.

And Ni-ki feels like he's starting to get short of breath, because that's wrong. That's wrong.
He shouldn't involve his feelings, or feel things for a being that isn't even human.

—Stop thinking.—Sunghoon growls, one wet finger stroking Ni-ki's hole in circles while his
other hand squeezes his buttock and spreads it apart to give him more opportunity to push his
finger in.

Ni-ki shudders feeling the touch on his hole, the fingertip pushing and stretching him, as the
delicious cat tongue licking the pre-semen leaking from his cock is enough to make his body
relax.

As Sunghoon ordered, Ni-ki is told to stop thinking.

All this means nothing. Maybe he's just confused because he hasn't dated anyone else in a
long time and Sunghoon is the closest thing to a romantic encounter he's had in months.

One day, this is all going to end, and with that, Ni-ki's confused feelings will go away. For
now, he's going to allow himself to enjoy the sex Sunghoon offers him, to melt into the touch
of Sunghoon's skilled hands, which touch him in just the right place, as if he knows exactly
which place is the right one to bring Ni-ki completely apart like a rag doll.

Sunghoon knows him so well that it's a bit worrying. It doesn't help his confused feelings, it
makes him understand why people say that having a no-strings-attached relationship is never
good, because eventually you'll end up breaking the rule of not involving feelings during sex.
Sunghoon does something with his finger that makes Ni-ki snap out of the tangle of
complicated thoughts in his mind. His body shuddering from the lick Sunghoon leaves below
his navel, over Ni-ki's slight happy trail, normally, he has no hair, he likes to keep the area
clean and shaves regularly, but Sunghoon seems fascinated at that moment by the itching
sensation on his chin from the hair that is just growing, lifting himself up with the help of his
elbows and cupping Ni-ki's hips with both hands (ignoring the plaintive moan when
Sunghoon pulls his finger away from his hole) to lay kisses on his belly area, scraping lips
across Ni-ki's happy trail before going lower, Ni-ki's cock needy against Sunghoon's cheek.

Ni-ki moans, his own nails digging into the skin of his own thighs trying to concentrate and
not collapse just yet. He feels so adored in that moment, his narrowed eyes watching
Sunghoon kiss his navel as he gazes down at Ni-ki, it's hard to see his face fully in the dark,
but Ni-ki can feel the intensity and adoration with which Sunghoon is looking at him. Ni-ki's
stomach feels hot and he forces himself to look away before the consequences come too
soon, arching his back and throwing his head back revealing his neck, the nub of his throat
wobbling at a moan that escapes his throat thanks to Sunghoon circling his needy, empty rim.

Sunghoon locks lips on the pink tip of Ni-ki's cock, sucking and making dirty sucking sounds
like he's tasting a popsicle, at the same time as two lubed fingers (probably taken from the
excessive dripping Sunghoon's cock drips with its natural lubricant) work their way into his
sphincter, stretching his hole by twisting his fingers, by simulating scissoring as he pushes
deeper and deeper and little by little it's too much. Ni-ki's brain and body completely dizzy as
he can't decide which pleasure to concentrate on; whether to the fingers bending inside him
and fucking him with painful slowness or to the wet mouth trying to take in everything Ni-ki
offers him (even if the position is uncomfortable for Sunghoon's neck). It's too much that Ni-
ki ends up crying, slightly imagining how messy he must look at that moment; all drooling,
wet in tears and red-faced with pleasure.

He pulls at Sunghoon's hair, his hips jerking as he rides Sunghoon's fingers inside him and
moaning at the dirty slurping sound Sunghoon makes as he tries to keep his own drool from
spilling out. It doesn't take long for Ni-ki to feel himself about to cum, warning Sunghoon
that he's about to come with a high-pitched whimper and the trembling in his legs, trapping
Sunghoon's face between them.

Sunghoon acts quickly, folding the fingers (three this time) that Ni-ki is eating so well, his
hole closing around the fingers inside as if he doesn't want to keep them inside. He wants it.

—Cum on my face.—His voice sounds more needy, begging Ni-ki as he grabs his lover's
cock in front of his face and begins to pull him off.

Ni-ki trembles in response, shaking his head in despair.

—I can't.—Ni-ki cries out, too ecstatic and too far gone that he feels he can't cum even
though he wants to. Desperately it hurts.

—You can.—Sunghoon says, as he takes it upon himself to curl his wet fingers inside Ni-ki,
fucking him with them and reveling in the sloshing sound each time his fingers move in and
out of Ni-ki, loving how his lover trembles under his touch and how his cock twitches against
Sunghoon's hand as he tries to milk him.
Until Ni-ki lets out a moan as Sunghoon decides to stop being cruel, pressing down on the
bundle of nerves that causes Ni-ki to see white dots behind his eyelids as he closes his eyes
from the intensity. Rubbing his fingers against his prostate each time he thrusts his fingers,
creating a back and forth rhythm as he masturbates Ni-ki to the limit, watching as he writhes
on top of him, drenched in sweat and tears, some of the drool dripping from his chin falling
onto Sunghoon's cheek and it's too much to bear that Ni-ki has to hold onto the headboard of
the bed, bed squeaking from the motion of Ni-ki bouncing against Sunghoon's fingers
seeking more pleasure.

And when finally, finally the orgasm hits him like a release, it's so intense that his body
spasms all over, releasing a huge load that never seems to end against the face of Sunghoon,
who keeps milking him with his hand until Ni-ki finishes releasing all his cum. Releasing
lovely words and sweet whispers that make Ni-ki's head spin.

—That was fantastic.—Sunghoon whispers moments later, when Ni-ki's orgasm has already
finished hitting him in the face. However, his wrist continues to jerk against the cock that
slowly softens under his touch Ni-ki hisses at the hypersensitivity and has to take Sunghoon's
hand and squeeze it, begging for mercy with that touch.

Sunghoon grants it and then, Ni-ki's legs give way, causing him to fall backwards onto the
mattress, not caring if he hits Sunghoon with his legs or if his body falling onto Sunghoon's
legs is painful. He is so completely gone and tired that he closes his eyes for a moment.

When he opens his eyes again, Sunghoon is in front of him looking at him with concern,
which could mean that Ni-ki fainted and didn't close his eyes for two seconds. Sunghoon
looks relieved to see Ni-ki open his eyes, which causes Ni-ki's mouth to stretch into a slight
smile that barely reaches his tired eyes.

Ignoring the alarms in his head, Ni-ki reaches out, cupping Sunghoon's cheek, his fingers
stroking the skin with his fingertips and moving up to caress the skin under Sunghoon's eyes
(causing the ghost to have to close one eye), the nightlight is on now, so Ni-ki can get a better
look at Sunghoon's face, who seems to allow him to see him this time.

Ni-ki's heart shrinks in his chest, he knows now that Sunghoon is hiding something from him,
and the grimace the ghost makes when Ni-ki speaks confirms it:

—You look better now.—Ni-ki whispers, realising only then that his tongue feels heavy, that
he's thirsty. However, he doesn't make any move to move away or say anything so that
Sunghoon can bring him water because he doesn't want him to move away. It is only in that
moment, as he lets his hands move down to caress Sunghoon's neck, his shoulders and behind
the back of his neck, that he doesn't want the moment to break.

For a moment, he forgets about whatever it is Sunghoon is keeping from him, about how
wrong all of that probably is, about the mobile phone that keeps ringing somewhere in the
room, and concentrates on watching Sunghoon, on watching him melt at the way Ni-ki's hand
strokes his hair, pulling him closer and closer. And Sunghoon lets him, moving to stand
between Ni-ki's legs, the place where he looks like he belongs.
Ni-ki can't help but let out the sigh of happiness that escapes his mouth when Sunghoon
nuzzles Ni-ki's neck with his nose, nuzzling his cheek against Ni-ki's cheek. The touch is so
intimate, closer. It feels different than when they're having sex, and there's supposed to be
nothing more intimate than that.

But there is. Just now, as Sunghoon kisses Ni-ki's neck and just below his ear, creating tickles
as his breath brushes Ni-ki's ear. It's strange and turns Ni-ki's stomach, blushing at the kiss
Sunghoon leaves on his cheek.

His nub sways as he swallows, his lips are parched, but that's not the reason his tongue
moistens them. He watches Sunghoon's mouth as he leans back on his elbows to look at Ni-
ki's face, so close that their breaths mingle, so close that the blond can feel the electric touch
of the ghost's lips against his own. Still too far away to erase the longing.

Ni-ki's hand tangles in Sunghoon's hair, his legs hugging the ghost's hips, imprisoning his
body.

And in that moment, as he hears his own heart beating, he realizes that he wants Sunghoon to
kiss him. Perhaps, it's just the cloud of lust that still invades his body or maybe it's just his
real feelings coming to the surface.

He looks once more at Sunghoon's lips, which are swollen from possible bites to silence his
own moans, and the bubbling in the blond's stomach continues.

This is a bad idea. The assumption is that if he kisses Sunghoon he would be completing the
pact with him, which would bring Sunghoon into his full human phase. But that's the
problem: the pact can't be completed unless the two have feelings for each other, which leads
to Ni-ki's terror.

What if I'm the only one who feels this way?

Wouldn't it be much more pathetic and humiliating to know that the ghost you have feelings
for (which are wrong) doesn't reciprocate?

Then, Sunghoon leans in, a move that alerts Ni-ki and makes him turn his head just in time
for Sunghoon to press his mouth against Ni-ki's cheek.

Ni-ki wonders if the sigh he heard was Sunghoon being disappointed or if he's just imagining
it.

But the pressure he feels on his leg is enough to divert his mind and the atmosphere at that
moment.

—Hey.—Ni-ki speaks, his fingers stroking the tip of Sunghoon's erection that he feels
pressing against his thigh.—You didn't cum. Let me help-

Sunghoon grimaces, something dancing in his eyes, something that looks like discomfort and
fear, sadness as he avoids Ni-ki's eyes. Then he simply sighs.
 —It's okay.—Sunghoon says, grabbing Ni-ki's wrist as the mortal continues with his intention
to make him cum.—It's not necessary.

Ni-ki, however, is not pleased:—I don't think it's fair that you made me almost piss myself
with pleasure and left you with blue balls.

Sunghoon blinks amusedly, as if he doesn't know the meaning of what Ni-ki just said. He
makes Ni-ki laugh before continuing his attempts to make Sunghoon cum.

His mouth opens to protest, but the sound of his mobile phone receiving a call silences him.
He doesn't answer because he has no idea where his trousers are (and because he's too
comfortable feeling Sunghoon's weight on his) and it's only when the phone stops ringing
that he thinks it's Sunoo asking for him and why he hasn't arrived at his party yet.

Which brings back the memory that he told Sunoo that maybe he'd bring the guy he's hooking
up with. He doesn't have to, but he knows Sunoo will be after him all night.

Ni-ki makes a line with his mouth still brushing behind Sunghoon's ear.

It's a bad idea, he mentally tells himself at the light bulb appearing in the corner of his head.
If he takes Sunghoon to Sunoo's party, how would he introduce Sunghoon?

He doesn't even know if they're friends or if there's more to it than just mutual benefit from a
stupid pact. It's humiliating to have his heart shrink because of that.

Then he remembers that, likewise, Sunghoon will have to go with him. Because whether he
invites Sunghoon or not, the ghost cannot leave his side because of the pact.

Wouldn't it be much easier to invite him formally?

—Do you want to go to a costume party with me.—Ni-ki asks. Sunghoon looks at him with a
raised eyebrow.—My friends want to meet you.—He ends, closing his eyes, finally deciding.

Why does he feel like this is a bad idea?

Chapter End Notes

😔
As I'm posting this, the enhypen album pre-sale is out, do you know which version to
buy yet? my wallet is crying (God, may I get hired tomorrow ).

Pd: let them kiss each other already, I'm sick of them /jk

icessng
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