baekyeol; I know it hurts to watch me bleeding
Title: I know it hurts to watch me bleeding
Rating: R
Pairing: Baekhyun/Chanyeol
Wordcount: 2400~
Warning: people having sex, unbetaed
Disclaimer: EXO members and/or former members do not belong to me
Notes: this fic completely sucks and i don't care much because I LOVE WRITING SUPER USELESS FICLETS LIKE 0.001% QUALITY AND 10000% SELF-INDULGING TRASH WITH NO PLOT EVER
Summary: Chanyeol has no trouble understanding why a relationship with a wizard is a very bad idea but he really doesn't care.
There are approximatively three hundred meters between the Academy and the private school at the end of the road, but Chanyeol has no idea how the other building looks like. He just knows that there’s a school for freaks - witches, wizards, people addicted to black magic in an unhealthy way - less than five minutes of walk from his dorms, the way he knows there’s a bakery right across the courthouse or a clock repairer shop under the bridge leading to the Governor’s mansion. He’s never been to those two places, but he knows they exist.
Until a few months ago, Chanyeol had never seen a witch, or a wizard either, but he knew they existed. He knew that sometimes they collaborated with hunting teams when an exceptionally sturdy demon started raiding innocent villages, or when curse marks appeared on the fields or… Well, he didn’t really know what witches do all the times - he thought that maybe they studied occult powers or something like that. There were figures in old books, of wizards wearing dark clothes and dark marks on their skin - protective spells, said the captions in Chanyeol’s schoolbook, made to ward against the evil and keep it from overwhelming the wizard - and they also had dark eyes, burning with arcane fires. If wizards, witches and warlocks were really like that, Chanyeol was totally sure he did not want to meet one in his life. Ever.
It turns out that wizards really do have a fire in their eyes, but it has nothing to do with magic.
Baekhyun says it’s the way they are raised, always prompted to question everything, to bite more than they can chew and to swallow everything whole. They’re powerful and stubborn and just a little crazy. They don’t use books, in their freak school. The teachers ask questions and the students have to learn the answer by themselves, out in the wild, and they can only come back with an acceptable answer or not come back at all.
“But you don’t need to do that! There are charms and seals and inherited spells you can simply learn from books,” had protested Chanyeol the first time they talked about it, prompting a loud laugh from Baekhyun and his usual catchphrase for whenever he talks about magic with Chanyeol. “Your knowledge of magic is so limited it’s almost insulting.”
Chanyeol never protests because it’s true, he knows almost nothing about magic. The only spells he recognizes are the ones casted by priests of the Temple. Blessings, healings, light exorcisms. The priests read one of them from a book and when they cast it, they are casting exactly the same spell their predecessors have used for millennia.
“That’s why the power of the priests is slowly decaying. They always use the same magic. But magic is not something fixed in time and space, Chanyeol. Magic changes, magic grows. It travels, it evolves, it becomes stronger and nastier and more and more stubborn, just like me and you. Magic is a living thing.” Baekhyun’s pulse accelerates when he says things like this. He always gets excited when he’s talking about learning new things, breaking more barriers, becoming more powerful.
“You’re too greedy,” Chanyeol says. He drags Baekhyun closer, because he’s greedy too. Baekhyun made him like that. “That’s why the Temple doesn’t like your kind. They think you won’t ever stop digging and digging until you’ll have destroyed the world.”
Baekhyun doesn’t deny it, but he asks Chanyeol what does he think he’s greedy for. “What do you think I want the most?”
“Power,” he answers, “or knowledge.”
Baekhyun wraps his legs around Chanyeol, and his eyes really burn with fire as he wickedly whisper in his ear, “And what is the difference?”
Chanyeol doesn’t know the difference. He’s a warrior, he only knows the weight of a weapon in his arms, the taste of sweat and blood in his mouth. He doesn’t know how to bottle death and tame the hollow of the night.
But Baekhyun can. Baekhyun, who spent his childhood in the woods with the company of lost souls and demons, trying to find his way back to the school, trying to live through another day and another night. No one can teach you how to survive black magic, you either find a way or you don’t. And if you don’t, you die. You will die either way, someday.
“Do you know what I really want now, Chanyeol?” He grins, and flames dance languidly in his eyes. “You,” he whispers, “I want you. I’m greedy for you.”
His lips are open, inviting, and Chanyeol wants to take them, take him, trap him in a spell and keep him here forever. Before knowing Baekhyun - before fighting with him and against him and alongside him - Chanyeol had never known jealousy, he had never known obsession or greed or a want so deep it threatens to consume him the same way Baekhyun’s magic is consuming him.
Baekhyun’s kisses are shy. Nothing he ever does is shy but his kisses. There’s no shyness in the way he touches Chanyeol everywhere, raking his nails on the skin until it’s covered in his marks, rubbing himself on Chanyeol like a dog in heat until his scent is all over him. But when they kiss, Baekhyun lets Chanyeol take the lead. He lies back on the bed, eyelashes fluttering close and trembling like seeds of dandelion, ready to fly away at the first gush of wind. His body goes lax and he tilts his head upwards to allow Chanyeol to lick inside his mouth. Under the fingers splayed on his chest - Chanyeol’s fingers - his heart drums madly, erratically, and the way he pants, so wrecked and pleased, lights up fires in Chanyeol’s chest.
“You’re a little wicked thing,” murmurs Chanyeol against Baekhyun’s lips, only to see them curling in a smug smile. He knows that, even with his eyes closed, Baekhyun can guess what Chanyeol’s face looks like, what kind of conflicted expression he is making.
“I like wicked things,” he answers, and they are so close that every word is a brief kiss.
“I don’t,” says Chanyeol, but it’s a lie.
He likes Baekhyun when he’s like this, still warm from the sex they had before, pliant and open and lazily thrusting up against Chanyeol’s thigh like they have all the time in the world. He likes Baekhyun when he spreads his legs and he wraps them around Chanyeol’s hips, crossing ankles on Chanyeol’s back and using his heels to drag him impossibly closer.
He likes Baekhyun when he’s on top, lazily thrusting his fingers in and out Chanyeol’s ass until Chanyeol is making sounds that will embarrass him later, sounds that no one else has ever dragged out of his reluctant, raw throat.
Baekhyun doesn’t usually like to fuck Chanyeol. He’s too lazy, too languid and indolent to work for his own pleasure. He is a wizard after all, and physical prowess is not his best strength. No, Baekhyun’s greatest strength is in his fingers, so useful in spells and charms. Baekhyun, the little shit, knows he can obtain everything he needs just with a snap of his fingers and that is especially true when he is with Chanyeol. He could make Chanyeol do everything if he asked for it while his fingers are inside him. Sometimes, though, he’s too lazy to even do that. Sometimes he just lies down and politely asks Chanyeol to hop on his dick - and Chanyeol has fooled himself into thinking he only accepts, every fucking time, because Baekhyun’s pouty face is irresistible, and not because he loves the way Baekhyun’s dick feels, burning hot in his gut.
He likes Baekhyun when he’s on his belly, his forehead against the mattress, fighting to keep silent just because he knows that it makes Chanyeol try harder to tear broken moans away from his lips. Like this, Chanyeol can see his back, so long when it’s arched in pleasure, and he can count and kiss all the knots of his spine.
Baekhyun’s skin is white and unmarred, but Chanyeol knows it’s only an illusion, a happy lie. He’s seen a glimpse of the truth, three months ago, during their first and only mission together. He’s seen the way Baekhyun’s back looked, the complicated pattern of scar, burn marks and magic words inked on his back to protect him from the evil dancing between his fingers. He’s seen the black swirls curled like tendrils over his calves, column of smokes carved in his hips and torso. Magic is a living thing, it feasts on the soul and flesh of the sorcerer until there’s nothing left.
Chanyeol wants Baekhyun to trust him enough to show him his scars, so that Chanyeol can suck a bruise over each one of them. He hopes Baekhyun never will, because he’s not sure he’ll be able to let him go if he does.
Chanyeol likes Baekhyun the best when he’s on his back and Chanyeol can see his face, hair plastered to his forehead and fire burning in his eyes and in his cheeks and crawling between his ribs to color even his chest and neck of a rosy pink. He likes the way Baekhyun opens his legs so that Chanyeol has enough to space to kneel between them and lean down to write his own story on Baekhyun’s skin with teeth and tongue. He likes the way Baekhyun looks after he comes, slick with sweat, even sticky, but toasty warm and smiling like a winner and a conqueror. He likes that Baekhyun can’t keep his hands still after he comes, always dragging Chanyeol down, wanting - needing - Chanyeol draped over every inch of his skin, rumbling low in his throat if Chanyeol doesn’t hug him tight enough.
A kiss behind Baekhyun’s ear is rewarded by a sleepy purr. The boy rolls in his arms and gets impossibly close, tucking his head in the hollow between Chanyeol’s shoulder and his jaw. His breaths get longer and heavier as he falls asleep.
Chanyeol wishes he had the strength to fuck Baekhyun again, and again, until the other boy is too sore to walk away and leave him alone in the morning. He doesn’t know when Baekhyun will be back. He could receive a mission on the other side of the country, maybe one long-term assignment even. He could decide to leave for some dark, cursed forest in order to prove his strength and create a new spell. He could be killed by a demon or by a witch hunter or fall in an ambush. He could simply decide not to come back.
Chanyeol knows that what they have is really frail. And strange, uncommon, both his and Baekhyun’s friend described it as dangerous even. Wizards usually stick to themselves, living among themselves and choosing their lovers among themselves. There are rumors about them, whispers of incestuous marriages between siblings and orgies and every kind of strange perversions. Chanyeol used to believe them, he used to think that wizards were strange, hostile and cold, dangerous.
That was before his first mission with Baekhyun against a demon of the swamps, a Banshee who had been caught and sold and kept captive in a palace for sixty years, her rage polluting the air and the water and the minds of the people living in the city. When they left together for the first time, Chanyeol was wary to sleep in Baekhyun’s presence and eat the food the other boy had offered him. When they came back, he would have given away his sword for a chance to kiss him senseless. Baekhyun never gave him that chance because he kissed him first.
Chanyeol has learnt a lot about wizards in the last three months of stolen kisses and secret encounters with Baekhyun.
They’re not hostile, but shy. People don’t like them and they don’t like giving people a chance to dislike them even more.
They’re not cold, but scorching hot if you give them the chance to get close to you. They can keep you warm or burn you to a crisp or they can roast you slowly, until you’re ready to be devoured in a single bite. Baekhyun seems to belong to the last group and Chanyeol has lost the count of all the times he’s called him a damn tease.
They’re not strange. On the contrary, they’re quite normal. Their school, protected by a spell that prevents anyone who’s not part of it to see it, is very much like any other school. They have classrooms and dorms, a library and a cafeteria and, according to Baekhyun, some pretty gardens.
They don’t marry in the same family like everyone in Chanyeol’s class seems to think, but they do prefer to only mate with other wizards. The reason, Chanyeol thinks, is quite heartbreaking. Wizards usually don’t live much. It takes a single moment of distraction for the demon they’re summoning or the curse they’re forging to escape their control and kill them. Sometimes they simply die of exhaustion, spent and consumed by the fire of their own magic, burnt in a spell or swallowed by a pit of darkness.
“No one wants to love someone who’s going to leave them in such a selfish, stupid way. No one but someone who wants the same thing.” Baekhyun’s eyes are always dark and indecipherable when he talks about this with Chanyeol, almost like he’s not trying to expose himself, or maybe delude himself into thinking that Chanyeol will accept him like he is, with his stupid death wish and his damn curiosity and his impossible quests for more power.
Chanyeol doesn’t say anything. He never does. He can’t stop Baekhyun from living his life and he can’t stop Baekhyun from being a wizard. Even if he could, he wouldn’t do anything to stop him. Baekhyun is his own person, with his own scars and his burning eyes and Chanyeol fell in love with him. In the night, Chanyeol usually prays, to gods he has never believed in, with his eyes open and his lips tightly shut. He prays for Baekhyun to come back soon, alive, unharmed. He prays for just another night, just another kiss, just another moment.
Next to him, Baekhyun’s eyelashes tremble from the power of his dreams. He sighs and smiles against the curve of Chanyeol’s neck. Chanyeol hopes Baekhyun is dreaming about him.
Rating: R
Pairing: Baekhyun/Chanyeol
Wordcount: 2400~
Warning: people having sex, unbetaed
Disclaimer: EXO members and/or former members do not belong to me
Notes: this fic completely sucks and i don't care much because I LOVE WRITING SUPER USELESS FICLETS LIKE 0.001% QUALITY AND 10000% SELF-INDULGING TRASH WITH NO PLOT EVER
Summary: Chanyeol has no trouble understanding why a relationship with a wizard is a very bad idea but he really doesn't care.
There are approximatively three hundred meters between the Academy and the private school at the end of the road, but Chanyeol has no idea how the other building looks like. He just knows that there’s a school for freaks - witches, wizards, people addicted to black magic in an unhealthy way - less than five minutes of walk from his dorms, the way he knows there’s a bakery right across the courthouse or a clock repairer shop under the bridge leading to the Governor’s mansion. He’s never been to those two places, but he knows they exist.
Until a few months ago, Chanyeol had never seen a witch, or a wizard either, but he knew they existed. He knew that sometimes they collaborated with hunting teams when an exceptionally sturdy demon started raiding innocent villages, or when curse marks appeared on the fields or… Well, he didn’t really know what witches do all the times - he thought that maybe they studied occult powers or something like that. There were figures in old books, of wizards wearing dark clothes and dark marks on their skin - protective spells, said the captions in Chanyeol’s schoolbook, made to ward against the evil and keep it from overwhelming the wizard - and they also had dark eyes, burning with arcane fires. If wizards, witches and warlocks were really like that, Chanyeol was totally sure he did not want to meet one in his life. Ever.
It turns out that wizards really do have a fire in their eyes, but it has nothing to do with magic.
Baekhyun says it’s the way they are raised, always prompted to question everything, to bite more than they can chew and to swallow everything whole. They’re powerful and stubborn and just a little crazy. They don’t use books, in their freak school. The teachers ask questions and the students have to learn the answer by themselves, out in the wild, and they can only come back with an acceptable answer or not come back at all.
“But you don’t need to do that! There are charms and seals and inherited spells you can simply learn from books,” had protested Chanyeol the first time they talked about it, prompting a loud laugh from Baekhyun and his usual catchphrase for whenever he talks about magic with Chanyeol. “Your knowledge of magic is so limited it’s almost insulting.”
Chanyeol never protests because it’s true, he knows almost nothing about magic. The only spells he recognizes are the ones casted by priests of the Temple. Blessings, healings, light exorcisms. The priests read one of them from a book and when they cast it, they are casting exactly the same spell their predecessors have used for millennia.
“That’s why the power of the priests is slowly decaying. They always use the same magic. But magic is not something fixed in time and space, Chanyeol. Magic changes, magic grows. It travels, it evolves, it becomes stronger and nastier and more and more stubborn, just like me and you. Magic is a living thing.” Baekhyun’s pulse accelerates when he says things like this. He always gets excited when he’s talking about learning new things, breaking more barriers, becoming more powerful.
“You’re too greedy,” Chanyeol says. He drags Baekhyun closer, because he’s greedy too. Baekhyun made him like that. “That’s why the Temple doesn’t like your kind. They think you won’t ever stop digging and digging until you’ll have destroyed the world.”
Baekhyun doesn’t deny it, but he asks Chanyeol what does he think he’s greedy for. “What do you think I want the most?”
“Power,” he answers, “or knowledge.”
Baekhyun wraps his legs around Chanyeol, and his eyes really burn with fire as he wickedly whisper in his ear, “And what is the difference?”
Chanyeol doesn’t know the difference. He’s a warrior, he only knows the weight of a weapon in his arms, the taste of sweat and blood in his mouth. He doesn’t know how to bottle death and tame the hollow of the night.
But Baekhyun can. Baekhyun, who spent his childhood in the woods with the company of lost souls and demons, trying to find his way back to the school, trying to live through another day and another night. No one can teach you how to survive black magic, you either find a way or you don’t. And if you don’t, you die. You will die either way, someday.
“Do you know what I really want now, Chanyeol?” He grins, and flames dance languidly in his eyes. “You,” he whispers, “I want you. I’m greedy for you.”
His lips are open, inviting, and Chanyeol wants to take them, take him, trap him in a spell and keep him here forever. Before knowing Baekhyun - before fighting with him and against him and alongside him - Chanyeol had never known jealousy, he had never known obsession or greed or a want so deep it threatens to consume him the same way Baekhyun’s magic is consuming him.
Baekhyun’s kisses are shy. Nothing he ever does is shy but his kisses. There’s no shyness in the way he touches Chanyeol everywhere, raking his nails on the skin until it’s covered in his marks, rubbing himself on Chanyeol like a dog in heat until his scent is all over him. But when they kiss, Baekhyun lets Chanyeol take the lead. He lies back on the bed, eyelashes fluttering close and trembling like seeds of dandelion, ready to fly away at the first gush of wind. His body goes lax and he tilts his head upwards to allow Chanyeol to lick inside his mouth. Under the fingers splayed on his chest - Chanyeol’s fingers - his heart drums madly, erratically, and the way he pants, so wrecked and pleased, lights up fires in Chanyeol’s chest.
“You’re a little wicked thing,” murmurs Chanyeol against Baekhyun’s lips, only to see them curling in a smug smile. He knows that, even with his eyes closed, Baekhyun can guess what Chanyeol’s face looks like, what kind of conflicted expression he is making.
“I like wicked things,” he answers, and they are so close that every word is a brief kiss.
“I don’t,” says Chanyeol, but it’s a lie.
He likes Baekhyun when he’s like this, still warm from the sex they had before, pliant and open and lazily thrusting up against Chanyeol’s thigh like they have all the time in the world. He likes Baekhyun when he spreads his legs and he wraps them around Chanyeol’s hips, crossing ankles on Chanyeol’s back and using his heels to drag him impossibly closer.
He likes Baekhyun when he’s on top, lazily thrusting his fingers in and out Chanyeol’s ass until Chanyeol is making sounds that will embarrass him later, sounds that no one else has ever dragged out of his reluctant, raw throat.
Baekhyun doesn’t usually like to fuck Chanyeol. He’s too lazy, too languid and indolent to work for his own pleasure. He is a wizard after all, and physical prowess is not his best strength. No, Baekhyun’s greatest strength is in his fingers, so useful in spells and charms. Baekhyun, the little shit, knows he can obtain everything he needs just with a snap of his fingers and that is especially true when he is with Chanyeol. He could make Chanyeol do everything if he asked for it while his fingers are inside him. Sometimes, though, he’s too lazy to even do that. Sometimes he just lies down and politely asks Chanyeol to hop on his dick - and Chanyeol has fooled himself into thinking he only accepts, every fucking time, because Baekhyun’s pouty face is irresistible, and not because he loves the way Baekhyun’s dick feels, burning hot in his gut.
He likes Baekhyun when he’s on his belly, his forehead against the mattress, fighting to keep silent just because he knows that it makes Chanyeol try harder to tear broken moans away from his lips. Like this, Chanyeol can see his back, so long when it’s arched in pleasure, and he can count and kiss all the knots of his spine.
Baekhyun’s skin is white and unmarred, but Chanyeol knows it’s only an illusion, a happy lie. He’s seen a glimpse of the truth, three months ago, during their first and only mission together. He’s seen the way Baekhyun’s back looked, the complicated pattern of scar, burn marks and magic words inked on his back to protect him from the evil dancing between his fingers. He’s seen the black swirls curled like tendrils over his calves, column of smokes carved in his hips and torso. Magic is a living thing, it feasts on the soul and flesh of the sorcerer until there’s nothing left.
Chanyeol wants Baekhyun to trust him enough to show him his scars, so that Chanyeol can suck a bruise over each one of them. He hopes Baekhyun never will, because he’s not sure he’ll be able to let him go if he does.
Chanyeol likes Baekhyun the best when he’s on his back and Chanyeol can see his face, hair plastered to his forehead and fire burning in his eyes and in his cheeks and crawling between his ribs to color even his chest and neck of a rosy pink. He likes the way Baekhyun opens his legs so that Chanyeol has enough to space to kneel between them and lean down to write his own story on Baekhyun’s skin with teeth and tongue. He likes the way Baekhyun looks after he comes, slick with sweat, even sticky, but toasty warm and smiling like a winner and a conqueror. He likes that Baekhyun can’t keep his hands still after he comes, always dragging Chanyeol down, wanting - needing - Chanyeol draped over every inch of his skin, rumbling low in his throat if Chanyeol doesn’t hug him tight enough.
A kiss behind Baekhyun’s ear is rewarded by a sleepy purr. The boy rolls in his arms and gets impossibly close, tucking his head in the hollow between Chanyeol’s shoulder and his jaw. His breaths get longer and heavier as he falls asleep.
Chanyeol wishes he had the strength to fuck Baekhyun again, and again, until the other boy is too sore to walk away and leave him alone in the morning. He doesn’t know when Baekhyun will be back. He could receive a mission on the other side of the country, maybe one long-term assignment even. He could decide to leave for some dark, cursed forest in order to prove his strength and create a new spell. He could be killed by a demon or by a witch hunter or fall in an ambush. He could simply decide not to come back.
Chanyeol knows that what they have is really frail. And strange, uncommon, both his and Baekhyun’s friend described it as dangerous even. Wizards usually stick to themselves, living among themselves and choosing their lovers among themselves. There are rumors about them, whispers of incestuous marriages between siblings and orgies and every kind of strange perversions. Chanyeol used to believe them, he used to think that wizards were strange, hostile and cold, dangerous.
That was before his first mission with Baekhyun against a demon of the swamps, a Banshee who had been caught and sold and kept captive in a palace for sixty years, her rage polluting the air and the water and the minds of the people living in the city. When they left together for the first time, Chanyeol was wary to sleep in Baekhyun’s presence and eat the food the other boy had offered him. When they came back, he would have given away his sword for a chance to kiss him senseless. Baekhyun never gave him that chance because he kissed him first.
Chanyeol has learnt a lot about wizards in the last three months of stolen kisses and secret encounters with Baekhyun.
They’re not hostile, but shy. People don’t like them and they don’t like giving people a chance to dislike them even more.
They’re not cold, but scorching hot if you give them the chance to get close to you. They can keep you warm or burn you to a crisp or they can roast you slowly, until you’re ready to be devoured in a single bite. Baekhyun seems to belong to the last group and Chanyeol has lost the count of all the times he’s called him a damn tease.
They’re not strange. On the contrary, they’re quite normal. Their school, protected by a spell that prevents anyone who’s not part of it to see it, is very much like any other school. They have classrooms and dorms, a library and a cafeteria and, according to Baekhyun, some pretty gardens.
They don’t marry in the same family like everyone in Chanyeol’s class seems to think, but they do prefer to only mate with other wizards. The reason, Chanyeol thinks, is quite heartbreaking. Wizards usually don’t live much. It takes a single moment of distraction for the demon they’re summoning or the curse they’re forging to escape their control and kill them. Sometimes they simply die of exhaustion, spent and consumed by the fire of their own magic, burnt in a spell or swallowed by a pit of darkness.
“No one wants to love someone who’s going to leave them in such a selfish, stupid way. No one but someone who wants the same thing.” Baekhyun’s eyes are always dark and indecipherable when he talks about this with Chanyeol, almost like he’s not trying to expose himself, or maybe delude himself into thinking that Chanyeol will accept him like he is, with his stupid death wish and his damn curiosity and his impossible quests for more power.
Chanyeol doesn’t say anything. He never does. He can’t stop Baekhyun from living his life and he can’t stop Baekhyun from being a wizard. Even if he could, he wouldn’t do anything to stop him. Baekhyun is his own person, with his own scars and his burning eyes and Chanyeol fell in love with him. In the night, Chanyeol usually prays, to gods he has never believed in, with his eyes open and his lips tightly shut. He prays for Baekhyun to come back soon, alive, unharmed. He prays for just another night, just another kiss, just another moment.
Next to him, Baekhyun’s eyelashes tremble from the power of his dreams. He sighs and smiles against the curve of Chanyeol’s neck. Chanyeol hopes Baekhyun is dreaming about him.