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kiss ask: 8 bojure:))

This idea popped into my mind the moment I read this request and I literally couldn't wait to finally write it, so... hope you like it as much as I loved writing it 🫶

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8. …in secrecy.

Bojan and Jure had been dating for... well, quite a while now.

That didn't mean everyone knew about it, though. In fact, no one did.

Bojan still laughed every time he remembered the conversation that had led them to this situation.

They were lying on the couch at Jure's house after what had started as a friend's get-together but had ended up being their first date. Jure was lying on his back on the couch, Bojan lying on top of him, his head resting on the drummer's chest and their legs entangled with each other. The blond was running his fingers through his now boyfriend's hair, delicately untangling the knots that had been formed in it over the course of the evening, when the singer spoke up.

“Do you think we should tell the guys already or...?” He asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

It's not that he was afraid of not being accepted. At the end of the day, they knew their friends would be more than supportive of their decision and would most likely be very happy for them, but he wanted to know that the other was ready to make the move as well. They were together, after all.

“Actually, I was thinking…” began Jure, letting out a little chuckle before continuing, “What if we don't tell them anything and wait to see how long it takes for them to figure it out?”

Bojan seemed to think about it for a moment and then giggled. “Okay, that could be fun.”

“Who do you think is going to be the first to notice?”

“Oh, probably Nace. He's always looking after everyone, he'll notice for sure,” the brunet stated.

“Nace? Nah, he's too busy staring at Jan,” Jure said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Bojan let out an amused chuckle. “My money’s on Kris - that man knows everything. I can literally feel him looking at me like he knows all my secrets every time I do something.”

“The Guštin Stare,” they both exclaimed at the same time, bursting into laughter right away.

Once the laughter subsided, the singer propped himself up with his hands on either side of Jure's torso, looking him in the eye.

“Though I can't assure you it's going to take them too long to figure it out,” he smiled, licking his lip.

“Uhmm and why's that?” The drummer asked, his hands coming to rest on Bojan's ass, squeezing it teasingly and giving him his big sunshine smile.

“Well, you see... I don't think I'll be able to keep my hands off you now that you're all mine,” Bojan whispered, his lips ghosting against the older's.

“Oh yeah? I guess there's only one way to find out then,” Jure declared, closing the distance between them with a kiss that made Bojan feel warm all over.

It turns out that Bojan had been wrong.

After two months in which they hadn't been all that subtle – holding hands, using affectionate nicknames, cuddling on the studio couch or backstage before and after concerts, occasionally sharing kisses, hugging each other from behind, or arriving at a rehearsal together with hickeys that clearly screamed "we spent the night together" being a few examples of how the weeks had gone by – neither of them had mentioned a single word about it.

Okay, it’s not like they were full-on making out in front of them, and yeah, they all did kiss each other every now and then just because, but come on… They couldn’t be that oblivious, could they?

Except apparently, they could.

After another successful concert, everyone was hanging out backstage. Jure was talking about something with Kiki, while Bojan was having a conversation with Damon.

What was the conversation about, you might wonder. Well, Bojan wouldn't know the answer to that question, if he was being completely honest. Not when his eyes couldn't stop wandering over to the blond across the room, shirtless and wearing big chains on his torso, his hair disheveled and eyeliner a bit messy.

He looked so damn good, and Bojan needed to do something about it ASAP.

Taking advantage of a moment when Damon turned to say something to Kris, Bojan excused himself and walked over to where the drummer was standing.

“Jure, honey, can you come with me for a moment, please?” Bojan asked as soon as he was by his side.

“Comin’ baby,” beamed Jure.

Once they were out of the common room, the singer grabbed him by the hand, dragging him along the corridors at a somewhat hurried pace.

“Where are you taking us, pup?” asked Jure, but he got no answer from the brunet, who seemed to be too busy looking for something.

As soon as he found what he was looking for – what had turned out to be an empty room – Bojan quickly dragged him inside, shutting the door behind them.

Before his brain could register it, Jure found himself with his back leaning against the door, Bojan's arms on either side of his face and his lips pressed against his in a fierce, hungry kiss, their tongues dancing together in a now all too familiar rhythm.

Quicker than Jure would have pleased, Bojan broke the kiss, starting a trail of kisses and nibbles down his jaw towards his neck, the soft, wet touch of his lips contrasting with the almost sharp graze of his teeth against his skin.

The singer grabbed a bit of skin in an area where he knew Jure was quite sensitive, pulling it a little between his teeth; not enough to leave a mark – after all, they still had more gigs to play and he knew that the ever shirtless drummer wearing a turtleneck on stage would raise suspicions – but enough to make the blond's knees go weak.

“Fuck, Bojan,” he breathed out, tilting his head back against the door to grant him more access.

“God, do you know what you're doing to me?” the other muttered, grabbing his hand and guiding it so he could feel his dick already half-hard inside his pants, causing Jure to draw in a shaky breath. “All day without getting to touch you, feel you, and having to see you like this, looking so fucking hot, just for me… but they don't know that, do they?” Bojan continued, his mind hazy with want.

And Jure wanted to tell him, to let him know that yes, it's just for you and you're driving me crazy too and please don't stop, you're making me feel so good, but the moment was cut short when they heard footsteps in the hallway.

Startled, Bojan stopped his actions and pulled away slightly. Jure's hands came to rest on the younger's shoulder blades, pulling him close again, warm bodies pressing against each other, trying to catch their breath as they waited for the footsteps to move away.

“You weren't completely wrong I guess,” said Jure, still a little out of breath.

“What?” Bojan asked, confused.

“About not being able to keep your hands off me,” he teased.

“Well yeah, I warned you,” Bojan smiled, his thumbs rubbing circles on either side of Jure's waist. “About the other part though…”

“They are really oblivious, aren't they?” Jure laughed, amused. “Like, okay, I understand Jan and Nace because they’re too deep into each other’s asses to even notice whatever is going on around them; but Kris?!”

“At this point I think we'll have to fuck in front of them or something for them to realize we're together,” joked the singer.

“I mean…”

“No. Stop there.”

“Just saying… Maybe they're into that,” he shrugged.

“We're not having sex in front of our friends, muca,” Bojan stated, a hint of a blush creeping up his cheeks.

“A blowjob?”

“Jureee.”

“Okay, okay, fine,” Jure said, raising his hands in surrender and making them both burst into laughter.

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signoraviolettavalery · 8 months

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I do believe it is time for the next installment of @touchyourblood 's and my vampire!Bojan AU - or at least, one version of it, wherein Jan is an undercover hunter who joins the band.

This is part 2 - one of my favorites, but also one of the angstier ones.

After their late-night heart-to-heart, Jan and Bojan return home and call a meeting of the band.

"He knows," is all Bojan says. Shocked, slightly horrified stares from all of them.

"I didn't tell him," Bojan adds. "He figured it out."

Jan repeats his soft-of-true story about how he's had an encounter with a vampire before and put two-and-two together.

"And?" Kris presses. The others look at him, worried. "You seem rather calm about this."

"I'm not scared of Bojan," Jan says. "I care about him, and the rest of you. I won't tell anyone, and I'd like to stay and be part of the band."

They agree, and give Jan a rundown of how they do things: they take turns being the ones Bojan feeds on. He only needs to do it once a week, and he only ever takes from the wrist for their safety. (Jan, who's seen Bojan feed and also in other contexts, thinks he's the most disciplined man he's ever seen, and that precaution is probably unnecessary). Most vampire myths are a lie, but they do have to be careful about silver and sacred ground. ("Glasgow must've been uncomfortable?" Jan asks. "Oh yeah," Nace says.)

And things really don't change much after that, except it's a relief to Bojan to not have to hide. ("I hid that part of myself because I didn't want you to be afraid of me," Bojan admits once). They don't have to keep the feedings a secret, though they're still discreet. They work together better than ever.

One day, Bojan seems especially tired. He's been puttering around the house, until, with a big sigh, he lies down on the couch, his head in Kris' lap (Jan is on a neighboring couch, strumming his guitar).

"When's the last time you fed?" Kris asks.

"Thursday."

"It is Thursday."

"Last Thursday, then."

Kris sighs and offers a wrist. "Drink," he says, in a tone that doesn't invite protest.

Bojan protests anyway. "I can't. We have a concert tomorrow, and you heal the worst."

"Yes, we have a concert tomorrow, and you need your strength for it, which means you need to feed."

"He can feed on me," Jan breaks in.

They turn to him, Bojan full of concern. "You don't know what you're offering," he says.

Jan, who's seen Bojan feed more than once, just smiles. "I have some idea," he says. "Besides. Your other friends volunteered, why can't I?"

"You have to be sure," Bojan says, panic almost edging into his voice. "Really sure." And Jan realizes just how scared Bojan is to show his 'monstrous' side.

"I am sure," he says, sitting down next to Bojan on the couch.

"It's easier if it's your right wrist," Kris offers. "For guitar playing, I mean."

Kris would know, of course.

Jan extends an elegant wrist that Bojan takes just as delicately. He hesitates, and Jan thinks he'll require more convincing. But after a second, Bojan lets his fangs extend and his eyes turn red.

It's...a sight. Jan's seen vampires look like that before, but not Bojan. It's a little frightening, to see a monstrous face on his friend. But instead of attacking his wrist, Bojan bites gently, carefully. It almost doesn't hurt, and Jan leans back into the cushions and lets his friend drink. He's expecting to get a little dizzy from the blood loss, but Bojan pulls away before he starts feeling anything close. Jan blinks.

"That can't have been enough," he says, as Bojan licks the last drops from his wound and it seals itself, like it's a few hours old.

"He never takes enough," Kris says. "You have to make him drink more."

"It's his first time. I took enough," Bojan says. He takes the bandage Kris offers (they keep them around the house for situations like this) and gently, carefully binds Jan's wrists. He doesn't let go when he's finished, but caresses his knuckles and looks him in the eyes. "Thank you," he says, sincerely.

And how could Jan have ever thought this man could be a monster? How could he have even considered the possibility? He's the furthest thing from it.

"Anytime," he says with a smile, and means it.

And, should you be inclined in the slashy direction (this is the only somewhat romantic bit and is more implication than anything)...

one night, the two of them are kissing, Bojan having pushed Jan back onto a couch. Jan's head is thrown back, Bojan is kissing his neck, licking it, but of course he's not going to bite, he'd never endanger his friend like that.

Except in that moment Jan says "you can. I trust you."

And Bojan, in that moment of intimacy...does, against his better judgment.

The next morning, Jan has a giant bite on his neck and they're all getting breakfast and Kris sees it and turns to Bojan. "you bit his neck??"

Jan: it's fine, I can wear a sexy little scarf

Kris: that's not the main issue and you know it

Bojan tries to agree with Kris, it was reckless and irresponsible and he should've known better, should've had better control but Jan isn't having any of it.

"It was my idea. I'm responsible for my own decisions. I told you I trust you, and you proved I was right."

But Kris is still concerned. "he did stop, right? You didn't have to pull him off?

Jan: for fuck's sake. It was my choice, it's not like he attacked me and fed. And he didn't come close to taking too much. In fact he stopped sooner than I frankly wanted him to."

Nace: that's ...sweet?

And it's all beautiful and wonderful and fine until Bojan goes into Jan's room, which had been Martin's room, looking for some old guitar paddle boards that he'd left behind in the closest or something, and finds....a hunter's kit stashed away there. One that Jan had practically forgotten about, hasn't thought about using in months. It comes cascading down on him, stakes and holy water and other things, just as Jan walks in with a "what are you doing?"

"I was looking for some of Martin's old equipment, but, well." He gestures at the contents of a hunter's kit scattered on the floor.

"I can explain - " Jan begins.

"So all this time, you were just...biding your time? Gathering intelligence, I presume, and making plans to rid the world of a monster?"

"No!" Jan says, forcefully. "I don't think you're a monster. I haven't for a long time. I came here believing that and looking for proof of it, because the only other vampire I've ever encountered definitely was a monster. He nearly killed my family in front of my eyes. But the more I got to know you, the more I saw who you really were. You became my friend I care for you. I trust you. I'd never hurt you, I swear."

"You let me feed from your neck," Bojan says. "What was that? Were you fucking with me? Trying to prove how tough you are?"

That, more than anything, breaks him. It was the ultimate form of intimacy for Bojan and display of trust for Jan. It was vulnerability, showing his "monstrous" side, exposing what he sees as the worst of himself, the part he fears makes him unlovable, and having it accepted. And suddenly it seems like some kind of sick game.

"No," Jan helplessly insists. "I let you do it because I trust you with my life. I wanted it. It was real, I swear it was real."

Bojan shakes his head. "Real," he says bitterly. "I trusted you. I told you about my worst fears. While you were watching and deciding whether I get to live? Taking it upon yourself to be judge, jury, and executioner and it's all supposed to be okay because you decided that I do deserve to be alive?"

And that cuts deep, floors Jan. Because isn't that what happened? He came here with an intent to kill, thinking he had the right to play god. And he might not have killed, but he took it upon himself to have that power, while basking in Bojan's trust and affection.

"I'm sorry," Jan says. "Truly. And I'll do anything to fix this. Just tell me what to do."

Bojan just shakes his head. "I have no reason to believe a single word you're saying, and I don't know if I'd ever be able to trust you again."

(in another of the million variations we had in this scene, Bojan says something like

"so if I were really the monster that you think I am, what do you think I'd do now? I'd kill the person intent on killing me, right? "pin you down, drain you of blood, make sure you can never harm me again. Isn't that what a monster like me would do in this situation?"

"I don't think you're a monster. I haven't for a long time," Jan says.

"Is that ...is that supposed to make me feel better? Is that supposed to make it okay that you came here to kill me?"

"No," Jan agrees. "You have every right to be angry, and upset. I know you feel betrayed and can't possibly trust me anymore but. What we had, the friendship, the late-night conversations, the intimacy...for me, all that was real. And I'll do anything to fix this.")

(in yet another variation, Bojan picks up one of the stakes and holds it to his heart while stepping close to Jan.

"Go on, then," he challenges, looking painfully resigned. "Do it."

Jan shakes his head, has no intention of doing it, obviously, is begging Bojan to put it down, when the others walk in. See Bojan holding a stake to his own chest, the moment clearly heated, and assuming Jan has threatened one of them. Knowing Bojan would drive a stake through his own heart to protect his own friends.

"It's not what it looks like -" Jan protests, but they ignore him, grab Jan (who doesn't resist, and tell Bojan to drop the stake.

"Don't do it. Whatever he threatened, we're not afraid. We stick together." Which makes Jan feel even worse.)

Essentially, Bojan asks for space from Jan, to begin with. Which Jan of course respects. He tells the others what happened, and that makes them furious. Jan is desperately trying to convince them, too, that he's changed, of his true intentions, but they don't want to hear a word he has to say

"He actually felt confident enough to tell US to relax! Do you have ANY idea how much that meant to him?" Kris demands.

"you made Bojan so happy. You were good for him. And it was all a ploy? Disgusting."

one of the others adds "he'd have died for you, and this is how you treat him?"

And on that angsty note, I will end :)

#vampire!bojan

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