baekyeol; The dog days are over
Title: The dog days are over
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Baekhyun/Chanyeol
Wordcount: 2.5k+
Warning: sex
Disclaimer: EXO members and/or former members do not belong to me
Notes: just a tiny thing i wrote this morning to take my mind out of other wip fics, inspired by Spartacus' tale. dumb, shamelessly self-indulging and unbetaed. title comes from Florence And The Machine's "The dog days are over" but there's no correlation between the plot and the lyrics.
Summary: Chanyeol doesn't think that the new Earthian boy will last more than one day on the Arena. Space gladiators!AU.
The day they bring Baekhyun inside the Arena, Chanyeol knows he won’t last more than one day.
He’s a little scrawny thing - he could’ve been better if he was well fed like the rest of them, but he’s not - and his legs are too thin, his feet too light, even if his shoulders are wide. But he doesn’t stand a chance, mostly because he’s a Earthian. Chanyeol doesn’t like Earthians. They’re like spiders, crawling everywhere, polluting, dirtying, ruining, invading, with their little eyes and their little legs and their pouty mouths. They smell, they’re loud and obnoxious, they’re so weak but there’s too many of them, for every one you kill there’s another one ready to take his place, like a plague infecting the universe. He’s always despised them even when he was a free citizen of the Galactic Alliance. However, Chanyeol is not a free citizen anymore, he’s a Gladiator of the Arena and they put Baekhyun in his cell for the night, they threw him onto Chanyeol and they tell him to have fun, laughing grossly.
Chanyeol knows what they mean. He’s one of the very best, the crowd adores him. Baekhyun is going to die tomorrow either way. They’ve given it to him, like a prize, like a gift, maybe like a toy to use and forget before it’s broken. They’re giving him the possibility to give Baekhyun some pleasure before he’s slaughtered in the Arena for the entertainment of the Patricians of EXOPlanet.
Baekhyun’s skin is rough and full of blemishes, where Chanyeol’s is smooth. He can see the trail of hair on Baekhyun’s tummy dip low on his crotch, touch the lovely signs the caress of the whip left on his back. Baekhyun could’ve had pretty hands, but his nails are all broken and his knuckles bent and bruised. One of his eyes is swollen, his lip busted. He smells like fatigue and rotten fear. It makes Chanyeol want to puke. But it’s Baekhyun’s last night on this side of the universe and if Chanyeol won’t touch him he’ll touch himself, shameless, palming his dick with one hand while he brushes against his balls with the other. He starts with light touches, but he doesn’t have patience and soon enough he’s thrusting fast and hard into the tight circle of his fingers, stopping only to pull at his dick and keen. The catcalls from the other cells only seem to spur him on. It annoys Chanyeol to no end, to be part of something this dirty and undignified, especially when Jongdae, from the colony on Jupiter II β, cries that Chanyeol should stop being a prude and enjoy his whore for the night.
In the end, Chanyeol is merciful. He fucks Baekhyun with his fingers, trying not to grimace at the dirtiness, at the hotness, at the tightness. They don’t have anything to ease the process and he can feel his digits rub the walls of Baekhyun’s ass raw, but the boy only whines low on his throat and pushes himself onto Chanyeol’s fingerstips, working one last orgasm out of himself. When he finishes, he tastes the blood out of his purple lips, pushing messy hair out of his forehead to show Chanyeol delirious eyes, pupil blown so wide the black has swallowed all the color. Chanyeol gulps when Baekhyun smiles to thank him and comes in his tunic from just a flick of Baekhyun’s fingers.
When the following morning the guards come to take Baekhyun away at the crack of the first dawn, when the wraith of the first sun has started to paint the sky purple, Chanyeol watches him go away. Baekhyun doesn’t turn back and Chanyeol’s only regret is not having even asked him what he had done to be sold as a slave to the Arena.
Except Baekhyun doesn’t die. He should’ve really, he was against Jongdae, and Jongdae is one of the few people even Chanyeol would be wary to fight against. That doesn’t happen too often, for the crowd loves them both. But the crowd, it seems, loves Baekhyun too. They love the way he moves, like a street cat, agile and desperate and ready to unleash an unexpected strength when he has to save his sorry skin. Chanyeol is not there to see, but he hears the crowd fall silent when Jongdae, the hero Jongdae, with his brown locks and the charming smile, falls on the sand with a sword pointed to his throat, before all the spectators explode in a shout of ecstasy, asking Baekhyun to kill him. They’re like snakes, turning against their favorite, ready to throw him in the pit of the Chimeras. Chanyeol keeps his breath, waiting for the verdict, waiting to see whether Baekhyun will kill one of his few friends or not. He slumps against the ground when Baekhyun doesn’t.
Baekhyun is moved into another cell when he comes back in the House of Gladiators, into Jongdae’s cell. They become fast friends and so many times Jongdae asks Chanyeol if he wants to talk with Baekhyun, assures him that the Earthian is not as bad as he looks. Chanyeol refuses.
The people who wonder if Baekhyun’s victory had been a random lucky shot have to think again when Baekhyun puts Yixing on his knees, his little dagger cutting the skin of the other, much more experienced, Gladiator’s throat. Later, Yixing will confess to Chanyeol that he didn’t know how to react to Baekhyun’s fighting style. “We’re told to show off, to look like gods, to entertain the crowd. He fights like he’s going to lose and he sweeps you off your feet at the last second. He’s faster than us, it gave me the feeling that he’s been fighting his whole life.”
Baekhyun beats Yifan and Lu Han together and he almost loses an eye in the process. They manage to patch him up just before they send him against Zitao. This time, the Earthian doesn’t stand a chance. Zitao is well rested and can see with both his eyes. Chanyeol knows that this is the end for Baekhyun, but it’s not. Jongdae saves him at the last moment and together they beat Zitao.
Chanyeol can’t forget the look of utter betrayal in Zitao’s eyes when Jongdae sides with Baekhyun against him, but Jongdae dismisses it. “Baekhyun wouldn’t have killed you,” he says to Zitao, “but you would’ve killed him. You can’t blame me for choosing the option that lets both my friends live.”
Kyungsoo is never defeated by Baekhyun. They fight until the last breath and with no winner and no loser they’re thrown to the Chimeras’ pit together. They kill the Chimeras, all of them. And when the guards come to chain them and take them to the House again, they’re wary of them too, of these two little things, the Earthian and the boy from the Alpha Centauri system, who slaughtered an entire pit of fiends and got out of it unscarred.
“He was a thief,” explains Minseok to Chanyeol a few days later, nursing his own bruises and cuts after a fight against Baekhyun, “but this is only the official version. He was part of Heechul’s family.” Heechul is a well-known mob boss and he leads one of the most powerful gangs this side of the universe. “I think he got lucky because they never recognized him, or else he would already be dead. He knows how to lead as well as he knows how to mislead. He fights like he doesn’t know how to fight, but that’s a lie. He’s more experienced than all of us, Chanyeol.”
He’s just an Earthian, Chanyeol wants to reply, he’s a barbarian, he’s rough and wild and gross, but Baekhyun is already taking Sehun and Jongin down in the Arena, together, and they both come back with their eyes shining with a newfound crush for him. They start to follow him everywhere like shy ducklings, laughing like teenage girls every time he cracks a joke at them.
Baekhyun doesn’t fight against Joonmyeon. He doesn’t need to. Joonmyeon is the most experienced out of them and he can choose his own adversaries. He refuses to fight against Baekhyun, but they talk, low and for a long time, in Joonmyeon’s cell, and when they’re done talking Joonmyeon talks with the other Gladiators in hushed tones.
“An escape,” he says to Chanyeol, “this is what he has in mind. He’s got some contacts, someone who will help us if we can make it safely out of the Arena. A spaceship that’ll bring us far away from this.”
Chanyeol frowns. In the end, he likes it here. Joonmyeon seemed to like it here too. “We’re like gods, like celebrities here,” he says. “No, we’re cattle,” Joonmyeon replies, “and as soon as we aren’t able to fight anymore they’ll kill us like animals for someone else’s entertainment. Or they’ll make us kill one of our friends. Do you know why I refused to fight against Baekhyun, Chanyeol-ah?” he asks. “Because they were going to make me kill him, or make him kill me, or kill us both.”
“Are we really going to trust this Earthian, this messy boy? How do we know he won’t lead us towards our own death?”
Chanyeol complains, but his words fall into a silent, empty room.
When they announce Baekhyun and Chanyeol as the fighters for the next day, Chanyeol knows this is the end. This is him or Baekhyun. Without Baekhyun the others have no chance to escape, but Chanyeol doesn’t want to die just because everyone else can be free.
That night, when he’s staring at the ceiling and breathing slowly, countless scenarios of the battle that awaits him tomorrow filling his head, the door of his cell wings open, slowly and silently, as Baekhyun sneaks inside. They haven’t been together alone since that first time, more than two months ago, and Baekhyun has changed. His legs are stronger, his nails longer - Chanyeol was there on the Arena when Baekhyun scratched Yifan’s neck tearing blood with those uneven, pointy nails - his face fuller. What hasn’t changed is the look on his eyes, that mix of superiority, condescendence and contempt, so unfitting for the face of an inferior race like Earthians. Baekhyun is defiant, has been nothing but defiant for the whole two months he’s lived in the House of Gladiators. He never followed the rules, not even once. He beat his enemies and he let them live and they turned into friends. He fought without grace and without technique, for himself and not for the crowd, and the crowd fell in love with him anyway. He never, even once, looked at Chanyeol, after that doomed first night, but Chanyeol has never stopped looking at him, frowning and scowling, following the naked slopes of his shoulders everywhere, biting his lips as rumors of Baekhyun and Jongdae fooling around in their cell reached his ears. Everyone either loves Chanyeol to death or wants to be like him, but Baekhyun dances around Chanyeol’s existence like he doesn’t care and this isn’t right, this isn’t following the rules, this is cheating and it doesn’t matter because Chanyeol fell under his spell anyway.
Chanyeol doesn’t ask him how he managed to break out of his cell and get inside Chanyeol’s, nor he orders him to leave. Chanyeol unties his tunic and slants his lips on Baekhyun’s, tugs at them until he draws blood, gets his hands on Baekhyun’s cock. He wants to see him as breathless as Chanyeol is, wants to see him on his knees and defeated and delirious for Chanyeol’s touch, begging for pity. Baekhyun lets him attack, smiles when Chanyeol’s fingers come to rest on his face, trying to cover his smirk - Chanyeol can’t see that smirk, it makes blood boil in his veins.
He’s starting to see Baekhyun’s appeal, he understands why everyone else was defeated by him, when Baekhyun flips them over. He wasn’t expecting it, he thought he had the upper hand, thought that Baekhyun was ready to open his pretty lips and sing for him, beg like the whore he is, but his head is too clouded, his vision too fogged. It takes one of Baekhyun’s hands between his legs, wrapped around Chanyeol’s erection, to make his head fall back and his eyes roll. He’s the one who sings, he’s the one who begs for Baekhyun’s cock. Baekhyun fucks him, slow and leisurely, so controlled, tearing at Chanyeol’s sanity with measured thrusts that barely grace his prostate and make Chanyeol’s legs fall open. He lets Chanyeol fuck him, he fucks himself onto Chanyeol’s cock, tearing orgasms out of him that Chanyeol didn’t even know he had. The night seems endless, but at some point Chanyeol stops waiting for dawn. When Baekhyun is done, he licks the sweat out of Chanyeol’s brow, tucks Chanyeol’s runaway hair behind his ear, kisses the seam of his lips, giving his cock a last, fond squeeze.
“Good luck for tomorrow,” he says. His voice is sultry, smooth like velvet. Chanyeol already knows how tomorrow is going to be.
When he finally falls, on his knees, in front of Baekhyun’s shining sword, in the middle of the Arena, Chanyeol does it with a relief sigh. The crowd burst in shouts, but Chanyeol can’t say he didn’t see it coming, because this is what Baekhyun does to everyone, this is what Baekhyun did to him too. He lured him in, with his defiant eyes and his sweaty skin, and then he closed around him like a trap, cutting his breath, cutting his skin, cutting his moans with his kisses and cutting his chest with his blade.
Chanyeol looks at the sky, at the three suns floating in the distance, at his planet, so far away. He looks at Baekhyun one last time as he whispers, “Do it, kill me. They’ll slay us both if you don’t. You’re their only chance, you can take them out of here. Come on, stupid Earthian, just kill me.”
Baekhyun looks at the sky too. He raises his sword. Chanyeol doesn’t close his eyes. He’s pretty, for a Earthian. He makes a good last sight for a dying man. He would’ve made a perfect sight for a living man, too. The sword falls and the crowd shouts.
[The crowd shouts, horrified, as Baekhyun slaughters the first guard. The second guard has his throat cut before he can even realize Baekhyun has moved. The other Gladiators have already got rid of the other guards, back in the House. Baekhyun takes Chanyeol’s wrist, his hold strong, warm and sticky from both his and Chanyeol’s blood. “Change of plans,” he announces, and his eyes glow madly with the promise of battle and freedom, with the promise of kisses that taste like blood and the smell of his sweat clinging to Chanyeol’s skin. “We’re getting out of this place and you’re coming with me.” He puts Chanyeol’s sword back in his hand and pulls him up. The hilt is still heated from the previous fight. Chanyeol is ready to follow his captain until the end of the world.]
lol pls hate on me this sucks and i had a lot of background in my mind but i'm too lazy and talentless bye :D
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Baekhyun/Chanyeol
Wordcount: 2.5k+
Warning: sex
Disclaimer: EXO members and/or former members do not belong to me
Notes: just a tiny thing i wrote this morning to take my mind out of other wip fics, inspired by Spartacus' tale. dumb, shamelessly self-indulging and unbetaed. title comes from Florence And The Machine's "The dog days are over" but there's no correlation between the plot and the lyrics.
Summary: Chanyeol doesn't think that the new Earthian boy will last more than one day on the Arena. Space gladiators!AU.
The day they bring Baekhyun inside the Arena, Chanyeol knows he won’t last more than one day.
He’s a little scrawny thing - he could’ve been better if he was well fed like the rest of them, but he’s not - and his legs are too thin, his feet too light, even if his shoulders are wide. But he doesn’t stand a chance, mostly because he’s a Earthian. Chanyeol doesn’t like Earthians. They’re like spiders, crawling everywhere, polluting, dirtying, ruining, invading, with their little eyes and their little legs and their pouty mouths. They smell, they’re loud and obnoxious, they’re so weak but there’s too many of them, for every one you kill there’s another one ready to take his place, like a plague infecting the universe. He’s always despised them even when he was a free citizen of the Galactic Alliance. However, Chanyeol is not a free citizen anymore, he’s a Gladiator of the Arena and they put Baekhyun in his cell for the night, they threw him onto Chanyeol and they tell him to have fun, laughing grossly.
Chanyeol knows what they mean. He’s one of the very best, the crowd adores him. Baekhyun is going to die tomorrow either way. They’ve given it to him, like a prize, like a gift, maybe like a toy to use and forget before it’s broken. They’re giving him the possibility to give Baekhyun some pleasure before he’s slaughtered in the Arena for the entertainment of the Patricians of EXOPlanet.
Baekhyun’s skin is rough and full of blemishes, where Chanyeol’s is smooth. He can see the trail of hair on Baekhyun’s tummy dip low on his crotch, touch the lovely signs the caress of the whip left on his back. Baekhyun could’ve had pretty hands, but his nails are all broken and his knuckles bent and bruised. One of his eyes is swollen, his lip busted. He smells like fatigue and rotten fear. It makes Chanyeol want to puke. But it’s Baekhyun’s last night on this side of the universe and if Chanyeol won’t touch him he’ll touch himself, shameless, palming his dick with one hand while he brushes against his balls with the other. He starts with light touches, but he doesn’t have patience and soon enough he’s thrusting fast and hard into the tight circle of his fingers, stopping only to pull at his dick and keen. The catcalls from the other cells only seem to spur him on. It annoys Chanyeol to no end, to be part of something this dirty and undignified, especially when Jongdae, from the colony on Jupiter II β, cries that Chanyeol should stop being a prude and enjoy his whore for the night.
In the end, Chanyeol is merciful. He fucks Baekhyun with his fingers, trying not to grimace at the dirtiness, at the hotness, at the tightness. They don’t have anything to ease the process and he can feel his digits rub the walls of Baekhyun’s ass raw, but the boy only whines low on his throat and pushes himself onto Chanyeol’s fingerstips, working one last orgasm out of himself. When he finishes, he tastes the blood out of his purple lips, pushing messy hair out of his forehead to show Chanyeol delirious eyes, pupil blown so wide the black has swallowed all the color. Chanyeol gulps when Baekhyun smiles to thank him and comes in his tunic from just a flick of Baekhyun’s fingers.
When the following morning the guards come to take Baekhyun away at the crack of the first dawn, when the wraith of the first sun has started to paint the sky purple, Chanyeol watches him go away. Baekhyun doesn’t turn back and Chanyeol’s only regret is not having even asked him what he had done to be sold as a slave to the Arena.
Except Baekhyun doesn’t die. He should’ve really, he was against Jongdae, and Jongdae is one of the few people even Chanyeol would be wary to fight against. That doesn’t happen too often, for the crowd loves them both. But the crowd, it seems, loves Baekhyun too. They love the way he moves, like a street cat, agile and desperate and ready to unleash an unexpected strength when he has to save his sorry skin. Chanyeol is not there to see, but he hears the crowd fall silent when Jongdae, the hero Jongdae, with his brown locks and the charming smile, falls on the sand with a sword pointed to his throat, before all the spectators explode in a shout of ecstasy, asking Baekhyun to kill him. They’re like snakes, turning against their favorite, ready to throw him in the pit of the Chimeras. Chanyeol keeps his breath, waiting for the verdict, waiting to see whether Baekhyun will kill one of his few friends or not. He slumps against the ground when Baekhyun doesn’t.
Baekhyun is moved into another cell when he comes back in the House of Gladiators, into Jongdae’s cell. They become fast friends and so many times Jongdae asks Chanyeol if he wants to talk with Baekhyun, assures him that the Earthian is not as bad as he looks. Chanyeol refuses.
The people who wonder if Baekhyun’s victory had been a random lucky shot have to think again when Baekhyun puts Yixing on his knees, his little dagger cutting the skin of the other, much more experienced, Gladiator’s throat. Later, Yixing will confess to Chanyeol that he didn’t know how to react to Baekhyun’s fighting style. “We’re told to show off, to look like gods, to entertain the crowd. He fights like he’s going to lose and he sweeps you off your feet at the last second. He’s faster than us, it gave me the feeling that he’s been fighting his whole life.”
Baekhyun beats Yifan and Lu Han together and he almost loses an eye in the process. They manage to patch him up just before they send him against Zitao. This time, the Earthian doesn’t stand a chance. Zitao is well rested and can see with both his eyes. Chanyeol knows that this is the end for Baekhyun, but it’s not. Jongdae saves him at the last moment and together they beat Zitao.
Chanyeol can’t forget the look of utter betrayal in Zitao’s eyes when Jongdae sides with Baekhyun against him, but Jongdae dismisses it. “Baekhyun wouldn’t have killed you,” he says to Zitao, “but you would’ve killed him. You can’t blame me for choosing the option that lets both my friends live.”
Kyungsoo is never defeated by Baekhyun. They fight until the last breath and with no winner and no loser they’re thrown to the Chimeras’ pit together. They kill the Chimeras, all of them. And when the guards come to chain them and take them to the House again, they’re wary of them too, of these two little things, the Earthian and the boy from the Alpha Centauri system, who slaughtered an entire pit of fiends and got out of it unscarred.
“He was a thief,” explains Minseok to Chanyeol a few days later, nursing his own bruises and cuts after a fight against Baekhyun, “but this is only the official version. He was part of Heechul’s family.” Heechul is a well-known mob boss and he leads one of the most powerful gangs this side of the universe. “I think he got lucky because they never recognized him, or else he would already be dead. He knows how to lead as well as he knows how to mislead. He fights like he doesn’t know how to fight, but that’s a lie. He’s more experienced than all of us, Chanyeol.”
He’s just an Earthian, Chanyeol wants to reply, he’s a barbarian, he’s rough and wild and gross, but Baekhyun is already taking Sehun and Jongin down in the Arena, together, and they both come back with their eyes shining with a newfound crush for him. They start to follow him everywhere like shy ducklings, laughing like teenage girls every time he cracks a joke at them.
Baekhyun doesn’t fight against Joonmyeon. He doesn’t need to. Joonmyeon is the most experienced out of them and he can choose his own adversaries. He refuses to fight against Baekhyun, but they talk, low and for a long time, in Joonmyeon’s cell, and when they’re done talking Joonmyeon talks with the other Gladiators in hushed tones.
“An escape,” he says to Chanyeol, “this is what he has in mind. He’s got some contacts, someone who will help us if we can make it safely out of the Arena. A spaceship that’ll bring us far away from this.”
Chanyeol frowns. In the end, he likes it here. Joonmyeon seemed to like it here too. “We’re like gods, like celebrities here,” he says. “No, we’re cattle,” Joonmyeon replies, “and as soon as we aren’t able to fight anymore they’ll kill us like animals for someone else’s entertainment. Or they’ll make us kill one of our friends. Do you know why I refused to fight against Baekhyun, Chanyeol-ah?” he asks. “Because they were going to make me kill him, or make him kill me, or kill us both.”
“Are we really going to trust this Earthian, this messy boy? How do we know he won’t lead us towards our own death?”
Chanyeol complains, but his words fall into a silent, empty room.
When they announce Baekhyun and Chanyeol as the fighters for the next day, Chanyeol knows this is the end. This is him or Baekhyun. Without Baekhyun the others have no chance to escape, but Chanyeol doesn’t want to die just because everyone else can be free.
That night, when he’s staring at the ceiling and breathing slowly, countless scenarios of the battle that awaits him tomorrow filling his head, the door of his cell wings open, slowly and silently, as Baekhyun sneaks inside. They haven’t been together alone since that first time, more than two months ago, and Baekhyun has changed. His legs are stronger, his nails longer - Chanyeol was there on the Arena when Baekhyun scratched Yifan’s neck tearing blood with those uneven, pointy nails - his face fuller. What hasn’t changed is the look on his eyes, that mix of superiority, condescendence and contempt, so unfitting for the face of an inferior race like Earthians. Baekhyun is defiant, has been nothing but defiant for the whole two months he’s lived in the House of Gladiators. He never followed the rules, not even once. He beat his enemies and he let them live and they turned into friends. He fought without grace and without technique, for himself and not for the crowd, and the crowd fell in love with him anyway. He never, even once, looked at Chanyeol, after that doomed first night, but Chanyeol has never stopped looking at him, frowning and scowling, following the naked slopes of his shoulders everywhere, biting his lips as rumors of Baekhyun and Jongdae fooling around in their cell reached his ears. Everyone either loves Chanyeol to death or wants to be like him, but Baekhyun dances around Chanyeol’s existence like he doesn’t care and this isn’t right, this isn’t following the rules, this is cheating and it doesn’t matter because Chanyeol fell under his spell anyway.
Chanyeol doesn’t ask him how he managed to break out of his cell and get inside Chanyeol’s, nor he orders him to leave. Chanyeol unties his tunic and slants his lips on Baekhyun’s, tugs at them until he draws blood, gets his hands on Baekhyun’s cock. He wants to see him as breathless as Chanyeol is, wants to see him on his knees and defeated and delirious for Chanyeol’s touch, begging for pity. Baekhyun lets him attack, smiles when Chanyeol’s fingers come to rest on his face, trying to cover his smirk - Chanyeol can’t see that smirk, it makes blood boil in his veins.
He’s starting to see Baekhyun’s appeal, he understands why everyone else was defeated by him, when Baekhyun flips them over. He wasn’t expecting it, he thought he had the upper hand, thought that Baekhyun was ready to open his pretty lips and sing for him, beg like the whore he is, but his head is too clouded, his vision too fogged. It takes one of Baekhyun’s hands between his legs, wrapped around Chanyeol’s erection, to make his head fall back and his eyes roll. He’s the one who sings, he’s the one who begs for Baekhyun’s cock. Baekhyun fucks him, slow and leisurely, so controlled, tearing at Chanyeol’s sanity with measured thrusts that barely grace his prostate and make Chanyeol’s legs fall open. He lets Chanyeol fuck him, he fucks himself onto Chanyeol’s cock, tearing orgasms out of him that Chanyeol didn’t even know he had. The night seems endless, but at some point Chanyeol stops waiting for dawn. When Baekhyun is done, he licks the sweat out of Chanyeol’s brow, tucks Chanyeol’s runaway hair behind his ear, kisses the seam of his lips, giving his cock a last, fond squeeze.
“Good luck for tomorrow,” he says. His voice is sultry, smooth like velvet. Chanyeol already knows how tomorrow is going to be.
When he finally falls, on his knees, in front of Baekhyun’s shining sword, in the middle of the Arena, Chanyeol does it with a relief sigh. The crowd burst in shouts, but Chanyeol can’t say he didn’t see it coming, because this is what Baekhyun does to everyone, this is what Baekhyun did to him too. He lured him in, with his defiant eyes and his sweaty skin, and then he closed around him like a trap, cutting his breath, cutting his skin, cutting his moans with his kisses and cutting his chest with his blade.
Chanyeol looks at the sky, at the three suns floating in the distance, at his planet, so far away. He looks at Baekhyun one last time as he whispers, “Do it, kill me. They’ll slay us both if you don’t. You’re their only chance, you can take them out of here. Come on, stupid Earthian, just kill me.”
Baekhyun looks at the sky too. He raises his sword. Chanyeol doesn’t close his eyes. He’s pretty, for a Earthian. He makes a good last sight for a dying man. He would’ve made a perfect sight for a living man, too. The sword falls and the crowd shouts.
[The crowd shouts, horrified, as Baekhyun slaughters the first guard. The second guard has his throat cut before he can even realize Baekhyun has moved. The other Gladiators have already got rid of the other guards, back in the House. Baekhyun takes Chanyeol’s wrist, his hold strong, warm and sticky from both his and Chanyeol’s blood. “Change of plans,” he announces, and his eyes glow madly with the promise of battle and freedom, with the promise of kisses that taste like blood and the smell of his sweat clinging to Chanyeol’s skin. “We’re getting out of this place and you’re coming with me.” He puts Chanyeol’s sword back in his hand and pulls him up. The hilt is still heated from the previous fight. Chanyeol is ready to follow his captain until the end of the world.]
lol pls hate on me this sucks and i had a lot of background in my mind but i'm too lazy and talentless bye :D