Completely oblivious to the inner turmoil Jin was dealing with, he watched Blackwood saunter off to whatever hole he crawled out from. Without a word, Jin was moving, and Ahn-Bo went right along with him; despite his intoxicated haze, there was a niggling concern over his brother's behavior. Things that had been somewhat amusing before were now crossing the line of something the Jin he knew would never do.

They crossed into an area of the club that he'd never accessed—nor known about, frankly. What was this place? He returned the vampire's frustrated look with a bewildered one of his own. Is this where the Veil kept the people that misbehaved? Was it the staff's living quarters? Was it—his lips curled into a smirk—a sex dungeon? That was something they hadn't tried yet...

As they made their descent and the sounds of the club drifted away, the sound of Jin's heartbeat became more apparent. From his vantage point two stone steps above the vampire, he caught a glimpse of the curve of his pale neck. Deep brown eyes zeroed in on the side of his throat; just above the starched collar of his shirt. The temptation was mouthwatering. Ahn-Bo wanted nothing more than to rip the collar of his brother's shirt so he could see it fully.

The stairs leveled into a humid tunnel, the myriad of scents from the room within already clinging to his skin and clothes. Before Ahn-Bo could snag his brother with a claw, he was being shoved against a cold stone wall. The cool moisture dampened the back of his shirt, sending a delightful shiver down his spine. It was nearly sensory overload—their breaths and the sound of the blood being pushed through their veins, the humidity around them, and Jin growling and enraged. Ahn-Bo couldn't keep the devilish smirk from his lips.

He'd had a sense that Jin-a was possessive and jealous (and maybe Ahn-Bo returned that... though he'd never admit it.) But he had never seen him so openly hateful; his touch had never been this aggressive. Not that he disliked it. They weren't in a sex dungeon, but that didn't have to stop them from having fun. His eyes darkened and honed in on full lips, and before he could make a clever quip, Jin was pressed up against him with a brutal kiss. The sting of rough stone against the back of his head intensified the sensations.

Finally. Ahn-Bo returned the explosive kiss with a growl. The darkness that had been keeping him on edge—the urge that said taste—was too intense. It consumed him. The vampire had pinned his arms against the wall, and while that was enjoyable, there wrewolf was no longer content to simply follow along. He yanked his arms out of his brother's grip, pupils blown so wide his eyes were nearly black. Without realizing it, his right hand had a fistful of Jin's hair, and his left hand had managed to slip between them and wrap itself around the base of Jin's throat.

Ahn-Bo tried to ensure he didn't apply too much pressure to cause harm, though he wasn't exactly sober enough to trust that judgement. Nipping at Jin's bottom lip, he quipped, "Shall I pluck their eyes from their heads and bring them to you?"