Wherever I May Roam

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Title: Wherever I May Roam
Pairing: Key/Taemin (SHINee)
Rating: NC17 Rough sex, toys, bondage
Disclaimer: I don't write these boys enough to even try to lay claim to them.

Summary: Key lives on the Wall. One side represents the life he was kicked out of. The other represents the life they all think he’s living. But his life towers fifty feet in the air, three feet wide, reinforced concrete with rebar, with black tile and nothing on the Outside and with gardens, houses, and estates of those on the Inside. He lives in the dark, taking what he can when he can. He lives off his feet and his arms and his ability to stay hidden. One day, he lets himself be seen.

I adapt to the unknown
Under wandering stars I have grown
By myself but not alone
I ask no one!
And my ties are severed clean
Less I have the more I gain
Off the beaten path I reign ....

Where I lay my head is home.
--Wherever I May Roam - Metallica

WARNING: rough sex, toys, bondage, master sub themes, one part that could be dubious consent, implied past child prostitution, implied past incest, past character death, emotions and things

A/N: I feel I have to say this so people are prepared for it. Taemin and Jonghyun are brothers in this fic, and Jonghyun died. You can hate me all you want for that, just warning you now so you don't read the story if you don't want to. People deal with their emotions in different ways and this is why I decided to do this. I will delete comments that are only there to tell me I'm wrong or a bad person, because fuck you.

A/N2: This fic is too long for one post so it will be two and comments will be disabled on Part 1:

Part 1:

The sound of his boots on the Wall below his feet sets a steady rhythm to his night. The wind in his face reminds him that he’s still alive, despite their best efforts to the contrary. To his left is death, a fifty-foot drop onto the hard packed surface of nothing. Nothing. Nothing that stretches beyond the curve of the horizon. Land is only distinguishable from sky because of the stars. To his right is his livelihood, the Inside. He keeps his eyes open for easy access: buildings too close to the wall, trees growing near enough to jump, vines crawling up the side, or even the occasional stone or wooden ladder.

During the day, the sight of the life to the right feels like a dream.

During the night, everything is black. Save for a few lights on in the estate and beyond on streets and buildings standing within the Inside.

Key slows as something a bit darker than the surroundings looms above him. A small watchtower. There’s a camera on top of it pointing in, toward the small estate. Key presses flat against it and reaches for the well-worn hole in the concrete. It’s high up and he has to stand on tiptoes. HIs fingers curl into it. The strain is brief, just enough to lift and pull and then his foot catches the other side of the small tower and he angles his arms enough to maneuver over and around it. A small delay, but one he’s breached many times over the last few weeks.

On the other side, he continues to run. It’s tempting to stop. There is a fruit tree just on the other side of the Wall, but he’s been spotted too often in this section of the Inside, and the authorities are looking for him too often. A few times, he has even seen them on the Outside with flashlights and tasers, waiting and watching for the thief. More cameras have popped up on the towers.

So he runs. The bag on his back carries all of his possessions: an old music player with music too many years old to be remembered, a spare set of clothes, a rope and the few extra straps of leather he uses for climbing gear when he can’t safely jump, and a picture of the man who disfigured his face. So he doesn’t forget. So he knows who to throw his knife at. There’s some dry oat bars in there too, but those will be gone soon. He didn’t dare stock up before leaving like he normally does.

When he reaches an unfamiliar section of the Wall, he slows to a jog and then to a walk. He doesn’t want to slip on a loose chunk of concrete or faceplant against a stone pillar he didn’t see coming up in the dark. He has decent night vision, but lights from the Inside can cause deceiving shadows.

Key has lived on the Wall for ten years and hasn’t been all the way around it yet.

At first he thinks the sky is turning gray with the sunrise. Everything in front of him is glowing a little from light. But he checks the stars and the moon. It is still too early in the morning for the sun. He slows even more, dropping to his hands and knees and then his belly to shimmy along the Wall.

Key has never seen so many lights on in one estate before. Though estate seems like it’s too small of a word to describe the rolling hills of this area on the Inside. It might be a park, but he has never seen a park so close to the Wall before. He stops, on his belly, and observes as much as he can. Hills, trees, gardens, shrubs. There are a lot of places to hide if he wants to slink down for some exploring. The light comes from poles that follow a path through the gardens. There is an outdoor pool and a tennis court that are both empty but well lit. Beyond a stand of trees is a gleaming white building. The house? Maybe. It’s too far away to see and his binoculars are in a pouch on his side that is inaccessible in this position.

It’s definitely an estate. There is a stone watchtower about twenty feet in front of him. And there is a light on top of it. And a camera. He curses and then freezes when the camera sweeps around.

Shit. That should have been the first thing he noticed. There’s no way he can get by it without being seen. Chances are that he’s already been seen.

His best option is to keep moving, and then run if an alarm sounds.

Continuing his crawl, Key keeps his eyes on the camera. It’s pointed inwards at the moment. He carefully stands when he reaches the watchtower, pressing his chest to it. The rings of his climbing harness dig into his chest and he shifts with a wince.

And then whispers a curse. The outer side of the pillar is clean of blemishes. Not a single loose brick or chunk of siding missing. Not that he can see. The only way around it is the inner edge, the side that has the small ledge meant for maintenance of the camera. He will definitely be seen.

He has to risk it.

He pulls his black mask more securely around his face. It doesn’t hide his eyes or the part of the scar that cuts across his forehead. He keeps his face turned away from the house, where there are probably more cameras that can zoom in and identify him, and presses tight to the pillar and slides around it, his shoes just barely staying at the edge. On the other side of the pillar he releases his breath, takes another one, and just runs for the darkness of safety.

All the way there he expects an alarm or a gunshot or something.

But nothing comes, and as soon as he’s in a dimmer part of the light, he drops back down to his stomach and turns his head.

Yep. The camera is pointed directly at him. He scurries a little faster, checking every couple of feet. When the camera is no longer recording him, he stops and tries not to freak out too much. He shouldn’t still be here. He should stand and run. But his limbs are shaking too much and he really needs to calm down. Running when he’s out of control means a possible fall.

Letting both his arms and legs dangle off the side of the wall, he presses his bare forehead to the concrete and just lets the coolness seep into his skin.

A sudden change in the light has him snapping to attention.

There’s a spotlight, sudden and bright, coming from a building near the pool. The yellow glow is headed for the wall.

“Fuck the Outside,” he whispers and is on his feet in a moment, running despite the fear, despite the dangers. He’d rather take the danger of an unknown section of wall than be caught in a spotlight like that.

To his relief, the spotlight starts near the camera before moving along the wall and it’s far behind him when it suddenly stops and sweeps the other way. He sags in relief and actually sits, watching the spotlight move along the wall. It turns off suddenly.

When he can breathe again, he takes note of his surroundings. The expansive estate is to his left and a smaller estate to his right. This smaller estate is dark, like Key expects things to be. He wonders if the owner of that land is pissed because of the constant light from over their shared wall.

The wall is made of brick, not concrete. Easy to climb.

Key is tempted. The top of that inner wall is about five feet below where his feet are dangling off the Wall. And even more tempting is the large tree that stretches almost above the height of the wall. It is planted on the darker side of the brick wall. And next to it is another tree. A smaller one. But the branches are dense enough. Dense enough to hide in for a day or two.

---

A day or two turns into a week. The dark estate seems to be completely empty. The gardens are overrun with weeds and the house is always dark. There are two lights near the back edge of the overgrown lawn that are always lit.

After a week, Key grows daring enough to slip through the shadows of the night. He doesn’t go close to the house because empty does not mean without alarms.

But there are pear trees ripe with fruit, raspberry bushes, and a few rows of carrots and peas that the animals haven’t gotten to yet. He really wants to trap one of the rabbits that share the area with him, but this close to what he is calling Paranoid Estate and he’ll be caught. It’s more food than he has had for a long time.

There are a few outer buildings. Most hold nothing more than tools. Key finds a small hand axe that he knows will come in handy cutting into the concrete. He spends a day reconfiguring his harness to make space for it on his right hip.

After another week he knows he’s been there too long. He’s pushing his luck of staying hidden. Empty does not mean abandoned completely. Someone will be by to check on the estate soon.

Key spends the day in the tree, resting in the small hammock he made of some thick material he’d found on the property. He is sleeping on and off through the heat of the day, mentally preparing for the moment when he is to leave that night.

A sudden sound on the other side has him jerking alert.

And then there’s another sound. Water.

He sits up, twists, and stares for a moment before he sees movement. In the water. Someone is swimming in the pool. It is the only activity he has seen on the estate in the two weeks he’s been there.

A lone figure. Male. Slightly darker skin, but not from being in the sun.

Key pulls out his binoculars and almost shouts out in surprise.

The man is naked. Swimming in his pool. Definitely his right, just not something Key had been expecting. He watches the man swim to the end of the pool, twist his body under the water, and then swim back. Lap after lap. Back and forth. Different strokes.

At one point he stops and floats on his back.

Key gets a good look at his face. The man is gorgeous. He’s almost too pretty with sandy brown hair and muscles all over. Every single piece of him says that he’s rich, arrogant, successful. Well taken care of. Younger than he is expecting. They’re probably close to the same age. A son of the owner of the estate? That doesn’t make sense. Why is he only coming out now? But nothing makes sense really. It’s just a man, a man swimming naked in his pool.

And not completely naked. There is a black collar around his neck with a ring right at his throat. The implications of that and the nakedness slam through Key and he bites his lip against a moan.

The man pulls himself out of the pool, arm muscles straining, and god, his ass is supreme. Key licks his lips. The man towels himself off only lightly and then falls into a deck chair. He lays in the glowing heat of the afternoon sun.

Key watches, barely breathing, and then not breathing when the man starts to stroke himself. Key should not watch this, but he can’t help it. He’s been so deprived since he came up to the Wall. And well, that was part of the reason why he was on the Wall to begin with. He’d been working at a brothel when he had to leave, when he was Marked and banished for protecting himself. He’d been tossed to the Outside. It didn’t take much longer for him to find his way up the Wall.

The man is still stroking himself, light touches that Key can almost feel himself. His other hand trails up over his body, tugs at the ring of the collar, and then pulls his own hair. His body is writhing on the chair. He’s disappointed when he suddenly turns over and Key can’t see his cock, but he can see his ass and the way he reaches behind himself, fingers on his cleft and then into his body. One and then two. There doesn’t seem to be any lubricant.

He doesn’t seem to care. His other hand is still obviously stroking himself.

Two fingers, then three, then two, and then another one. Four fingers. And then he removes his hand and he scratches into his own thigh, digging at the soft skin and leaving red welts behind. He does it again in a different place. And then again.

Key is too far away to hear his moans, but he can see the way his skin jerks.

The next set of scratches bleed, and bloody fingers go back inside his ass, Four of them again, pressed together at first and then spreading his hole wide.

Key is so involved with the sight that when the man stops and collapses on the chair, Key moans in disappointment.

But the disappointment is a bit too soon. The man stands on wobbly legs and moves toward a counter that Key is sure serves as an outdoor bar or eating area. The man leans over it, and he reaches for something out of sight. When his arm comes back into view, Key is not disappointed anymore. In his hand is a dildo. A really long, black dildo that looks almost as thick as the man’s wrist.

It takes a few tries to keep his hand steady enough and then it pushes into him, half at once, and Key is sure he hears that moan, but it’s probably just his own.

The man fucks himself with it, supported by a stiff arm on the counter. It’s fast and sloppy and the dildo falls out of him many times. But it goes right back into his gaping body in the next moment.

To Key’s delight, the man suddenly falls to his hands and knees, ass directly pointed at Key while he slides the toy under his body and starts really fucking himself with it. In this position, it doesn’t slip out of him and the man goes faster and faster, deeper and deeper until most of the large black length is buried inside him.

It’s at this point that Key decides he’s had enough with watching. With one hand, he unbuckles his belt, lowers his zipper and pulls his own dick out, stroking in time to the man on his knees, face against the stone patio.

God, that dildo is so deep inside him, and Key is so ready to fuck into him afterwards, wants to slide his dick into him. There’s no way the man isn’t bleeding, he just can’t tell from here. With a dildo that big and with such little prep, he knows the man is bleeding. Can imagine it all over his dick when he comes inside the man. Fuck he wants to. He wants to climb down the wall and just have his way with that pretty siren.

And then the man stops again and Key whines in protest. Biting his lip halfway through it. It wasn’t that loud. He knows it wasn’t.

The man holds the dildo completely inside him. Then he moves, sliding close to the counter again. He turns and sits. Actually sits. So the dildo is inside him and can’t slide out. He leans against the counter and both hands go to his dick, sliding over it. He hasn’t come yet. But god, his dick is red and throbbing. Or the red is from his hands. He’s definitely bleeding.

His hips move in a slow circle but don’t lift. He strokes himself with one hand and lifts the other to tug on his nipples and then the hoop of the collar.

God, Key wants to bite them. He continues his own strokes and is coming minutes later. He’s only half upset that he came first, because now he can watch the other man come. His breathing slows and he licks his own come from his fingers, moving the binoculars, but keeping his eyes on the gorgeous man.

It’s so fucking amazing how long he has lasted, but eventually he comes. Eventually his strokes go wild and his hips lift up and down. He comes all over his stomach. It’s a fucking long orgasm, with a heavy heavy load of come that makes Key wonder how long it’s been for him.

The man sags against the counter, barely moving. His fingers twitching and his cock till throbbing show that he isn’t dead. Or not completely.

It’s another long five minute before the man finally moves. He rolls to his hands and knees and doesn’t try to stop the he dildo from sliding out of him. Long black and thick, it leaves the man’s entrance wide open, gaping and red, definitely sore. Fuck, Key really wants to lick him clean, especially after filling that gaping hole with come.

A red rivulet streams down his pale skin. Definitely bleeding.

Fuck.

The man collapses on the stone and stays there. Naked and wrecked.

Key thinks he’s in love.

---

A week later and Key has seen his “neighbor” two more times. The next time for a lazy wank in the garden, the only thing used to help him along was a belt that he lashed over his own chest, thighs and cock. And then in the middle of the tennis court. He walked out naked, obviously struggling to move. He went to the court, kneeled and started stroking himself off. From his ass came balls. Key wasn’t sure what kind. But they were big, about the size of tennis balls. They didn’t bounce, but hit the court with a thunk and then rolled away. There were five of them that he pushed out. As soon as the last one was out, he crawled around the court to gather them back up and shoved them back inside himself. Then he lay on his back and pushed them all out from that angle. Again and again, until he kept them in and stroked himself to completion. He did not take them out and couldn’t walk back to the house but crawled and stopped when he had to stop.

Yeah. Key is so in love.

And stupid. This is so dangerous. The man is obviously rich and influential despite being an obvious sex freak.

The thing that Key hates the most is that he never saw the man smile. He looks like he moves because he has to, not because he wants to.

He is attached, that’s for certain. Too attached to something he shouldn’t want.

He has to leave. Now. That night.

He was going to. If the man didn’t walked through the gardens at sunset and go straight for the wall. It is the first time Key has seen him clothed. He wears just plain jeans and a white T-shirt. He is barefoot. And he is still wearing the collar.

Holding his breath, Key watches as the man hits a button at the bottom of the Wall. On an access panel. It raises a ladder all the way to the top of the Wall.

Key shimmies from his tree and jogs along the small wall. He is still quiet, his noises buried under the mechanical sounds coming from the ladder. He lifts himself up to the Wall. It is dark enough for him to stay hidden. He hopes.

Or maybe he doesn’t hope. His mask covers his face. Everything but his eyes and his marred forehead. There’s no way the man knows who he is. It is safe to get closer. To ... see him. Talk to him maybe. Key has no idea what he’s thinking.

The man climbs the ladder, the muscles of his arms straining under the tight T-shirt.

And Key moves closer.

A part of his brain is yelling at him that this is so stupid. But another part of his brain is trying to convince himself that he can make the man smile. He really thinks he can. Maybe. Or maybe that doesn’t matter. Maybe it does matter.

He keeps moving. The man moves up the ladder and then their eyes meet.

The man stops, eyes going wide and Key stops, holds his hands out to show that he isn’t armed. They stare at each other for a long time, and then he keeps climbing. He gets to the top and Key notices that he’s attached with a harness. That’s good. He’d hate for the pretty man to fall.

And he’s so pretty. Looking through the binoculars did not do the man justice at all. He’s got a strong jaw line and a firm chin, but everything is softened by the roundness of his cheeks and then everything is twisted and kinked up at the black collar around his neck. God, he has blue eyes.

Key is so in love.

“I saw you,” the man whispers in a voice that is deeper than Key was expecting, “a few weeks ago, on my camera.”

Key nods.

“You came back.”

Key smirks though the man can’t see it since his mask is covering his mouth. “Sort of.”

The man fiddles with the camera and then glances over at him with an eyebrow raised. A command to continue. Key isn’t one to obey commands.

With a muffled chuckle, Key says, “I haven’t really left.” He jerks his head behind and to the side. “Your neighbor has a lot of food going to waste, so I’ve been there.”

His eyes go wide. “You’ve been in JInki’s place?”

Key doesn’t know who Jinki is. “Not in the house. I'm not stupid enough to cut off my escape routes. Just in the yard. In the trees.”

The man bites his lips and turns to look, really look, at trees he’s probably just ignored. And then his cheeks go bright red, and Key smirks again.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” Key says and takes a single step closer. “You’re gorgeous, but I think you already know that.”

The man swallows and hurries his hands with what he is doing.

“Way more gorgeous up close, though,” Key continues. “And I’m sure it’d be even hotter to see--”

“Stop,” the man snaps. “It ... shut up, if I had known ... shut up.”

Key shrugs. “It was hot. You’re hot. You fucking your wrecked asshole with--”

“Shut up,” he says again and wobbles a little on the top of the ladder.

Key shuts up. Harness or no, he’d hate to see the man fall. “Well, I’m glad I got to talk to you before I leave. Thank you at least for the great orgasms.”

“You’re leaving?”

Key nods. “It’s never too good to stay in one place so long. I was going to leave before the poolside black dildo incident.”

He flushes and looks away. “I ... I ...”

“You don’t need to explain your kinks to me. It was sexy. You are hot. Everything you’ve done to yourself, that I’ve had the privilege of seeing, was amazing.”

The man looks like he’s finished with what he’s doing. “Will you come back?”

Key says nothing.

The man looks up. “Come back.”

“Excuse me?”

“You ... just come back.”

It’s strange, too weird, and when the man starts down the ladder, Key hurries forward to stop him.

He’s too far away now to try to stop. “What the fuck?” Key shouts down to him.

“Come back,” the man shouts back. “I’ll be gone for a while, but come back.”

“You think I’m that crazy.”

“You came to talk to me, so yeah.” The man stops climbing down and then looks back up at him. “My name is Taemin. Lee Taemin.”

Key swallows roughly.

“Come back. Promise me.”

Key is so confused, but he nods. “I promise. When will you be back?”

He looks toward the house and shrugs. “If the lights are on, I’m here.”

“Okay. I’ll come back.”

And the man smiles. Lee Taemin smiles. It doesn’t reach his eyes and it’s fleeting. But it’s the prettiest thing Key has ever seen

Key tears his eyes away from it and turns around. He stares for a moment into the bleakness of the Outside. He jerks alert when the ladder moves, folding back into the ground. It’s still too light to be on the Wall, but he has to get away, as far away as he can. So he does what he does best and he runs.

---- 6 months later -----

The inevitable happens after Key has a close call farther along the Wall. He’d grown careless, his mind only on one thing, and drawn too close to a camera without realizing it. His mask had been down around his chin and within hours, police were there, on both sides of the Wall. He had thought he’d be able to get a bit of sleep that night.

Instead, he runs, back the way he came. Ran for as long as he could.

There’s no way that he’ll be able to go that direction for a while. The police are going to start searching and following him along the Wall. It’ll be months before they gave up. If they give up.

So he runs the other way. Back.

Back. Come Back.

After his brief encounter with Lee Taemin, Key feels restless. He hasn’t been as observant of opportunities, he’s been eating only on automatic. He isn’t really surprised that he fucked up badly enough to get the cops on his tail again.

He does not want to get close to Lee Taemin’s estate again. He doesn't. He tries to avoid that, but he feels like the cops are just an estate behind him so he keeps going.

That’s the only reason why.

There is no other reason why.

And there is no reason why he gasps in relief when he sees the lights of Lee Taemin’s estate brightening up the dark. The lights are on. Taemin is there.

Key stops and falls where he stands, landing almost too roughly on the concrete and catching himself on the edge. He can’t breathe for a little while and his head feels too light and heavy at the same time.

He gasps for what feels like hours before he can move again. The estate next to Lee Taemin’s looks more overgrown and destroyed than before. Key has no problem at all slipping down to that inner wall and moving into the trees, right back into the spot where he stayed before. His hammock is still there, as is the axe and bag of tools he left behind when he fled after meeting Lee Taemin.

He tests the knots of the hammock, tests the fabric to make sure it is secure, and then he collapses. He doesn’t look over toward the light. He doesn’t look for a lone figure in the pool or gardens or tennis courts. He sags into the hammock. And if he cries just a little, well, he doesn’t know why, so he ignores it and it didn’t happen. There’s no one to prove it anyway, because he is always alone. He wants to be alone.

Key wakes up shivering in the predawn, only a few hours since he fell asleep. His face feels dirty and his body aches. His stomach is growling. He doesn’t know if there’s any food left on the ground, and he’s not sure he wants to climb down the tree to find out. Not now anyway.

Shifting, he turns his head and finally looks at the brightened estate. The lights are a bit dimmer with the graying of the sky, but everything appears just the same as before.

There is only one thing marring the beauty of the landscape and that is a lone piece of white cloth billowing at the edge of the pool. It had gotten caught on a pole and it flutters like a flag.

It’s a shirt, Key notices once he takes out his binoculars. Just a plain white button down shirt.

Does it belong to Lee Taemin?

It better. If not, that means there’s someone else here that has the freedom to be unclothed with Lee Taemin.

Key has no right to feel jealous. But he does. A possessive flare of heat hits him in the chest. From that first day in the pool, Key has wanted to possess him.

Can he?

He thinks back to the day they talked. Lee Taemin was embarrassed. But Lee Taemin didn’t call the police. Lee Taemin didn’t run away. Lee Taemin invited him back. Demanded that he come back.

But it’s been six months. It’s been long enough that the heat of the summer had faded to the short coldness of winter and now the air is beginning to warm again. In a couple of months, it will once again be way too hot to travel during the day.

That is enough time for someone like Lee Taemin, someone obviously so attractive and rich and able to get everything he wants, to forget someone like Key, a banished, scarred, fucked up thief with no life off of the Wall.

Has Lee Taemin forgotten about him?

Key turns away from the sight of the billowing white shirt and lets himself fall asleep again. When he wakes up, he’s too hungry to do anything else. He should reserve the stolen protein bars for when he doesn’t have access to food, but he still does not want to move. So he eats one to shut his stomach up and then observes the rundown estate, keeping his back to the pristine estate now brightened by sunlight.

The entire estate looks worse for wear and Key wonders why. It’s not like the government to allow such an opulent place to stay empty for so long. There’s always someone that the government favors to put into such a large house. But the garden is overgrown, leaves and vines and tree branches lay scattered around. Dead and dying vegetables and fruit add a sickly sweet smell to everything. The backyard pool is full of dirty water and green leaves, and there is algae growing on its surface. The large house is no longer a pristine white, but a faded gray and brown. Windows are broken, and the vines on the side have grown wild up to the roof and into a few of the broken windows.

Where the humans are not, the animals are. There are more rabbits hopping about, more birds in the trees, and he’s sure that there will be predators, too: snakes, lizards, and possibly a family of foxes.

There’s a beauty to wildness, a beauty that Key understands. It is no longer manicured and maintained. It’s broken and scarred. But it still works. Just in a different way.

The first thing Key does is sharpen the small axe and check the tools to make sure they aren’t rusted from being in the trees and elements for so long. The second thing he does is map out from this vantage point the best way to return to the food sources from before, check the fruit trees and the gardens, for anything that may be edible this early in the summer season. He really wants a fire to cook some meat, but he can’t risk the smoke. He’ll go foraging tomorrow though. He’s still too tired and emotional to do it today.

So he gives up the obvious fighting and turns around and watches Lee Taemin’s estate for any signs of movement.

It’s been hours, and still that white shirt is there. He watches it, mesmerized by how something so simple can mean so many things in his heart. And in his body.

---

It’s three days later, three days that Key spends in the wildwood of the abandoned estate, carving out a little life for himself. He stays away from the Wall during the day, only going up at night. He wants to see Lee Taemin again. He does. But he doesn’t know how to go about doing it.

Should he just drop onto his side of the inner wall and saunter up to the house? He kind of wants to. But he doesn’t want to for the fear that someone besides Taemin is in the house. Then what would happen to him? He’d be arrested almost immediately.

He needs to know if Lee Taemin is alone. He needs to know if Lee Taemin is even home. What if it’s someone else that living there now? What if Taemin lost favor with the government and has been replaced?

Key is way too cautious to just go ring the doorbell. So he waits. And he waits. And he doesn’t allow himself to be hopeful.

With the sun setting and throwing the sky into reds and oranges, fate decides that Key has waited long enough.

He’s in the hammock, facing Lee Taemin’s estate. He’s really tired. He spent a few hours cutting up some broken tree branches just in case he decided that he could risk a fire. So his eyes are half shut and he doesn’t really acknowledge the movement on the back lawn. Not at first. And then he sits up with a quiet curse.

There is a person on the sloping back lawn, just behind the house and its stand of trees.

It looks like Lee Taemin, but Key pulls the binoculars up to verify.

It is. It is Lee Taemin with longer hair and a more defined body and he’s just as naked as he was the first time Key had seen him. Complete with the collar around his neck.

Key swallows, his own throat suddenly tight.

Lee Taemin lays on the blanket. On his back for only a moment and then on his stomach. He spreads his legs and then his buttcheeks. There is already something nestled inside his body, the base of it is a bright blue.

Taemin does not touch it. He lets go of himself and then reaches up, hands gripped in the blanket. His body moves, slow undulations that will have his dick pressing down into the blanket. His knees bend a little bit, making his thighs and ass spread on their own, and Key can barely see the blue base of the toy.

Key’s dick is already hard. His breath already short, and he can’t even blink in case he misses something.

Taemin keeps up the small movements. He doesn’t speed up and Key grows impatient. How does this man manage to tease himself so well? How can he do this? Key wants to jump down there and fuck him open with whatever is already inside him.

He has no patience, so he takes out his own dick and starts stroking, biting his lip against his own moans. It’s been too long, so long. Key doesn’t try to stop his quick orgasm. He doesn’t want to. So even if all Taemin is doing is lightly thrusting against the blanket and not touching himself, Key is ready to shoot his load. He has to bite his hand to muffle his shout as his release spurts out all over the leaves and branches in front of him and his orgasm leaves him gasping.

When Key blinks his vision back to clear, Taemin still hasn’t done anything else.

Key sags back into the hammock with a groan and keeps his hand on his dick. He’s going to have more than one orgasm, that’s for certain.

Lee Taemin is such a tease. The sky has almost gone completely dark by the time he does anything else.

He finally moves, getting onto his knees. His face is pressed into the blanket and Key focuses on that. There’s sweat on his forehead and tears on his cheeks. His mouth is open, but Key can only imagine the heavy breaths and whimpers that escape him. One hand stays above his head, but the other slides down between his legs. He starts stroking himself, and Key matches his pace. It’s a bit easier to follow since that first orgasm took the edge off.

Taemin’s entire body shakes, and Key moans, when he notices that whatever is inside him is slowly coming out, being pushed out by Taemin. It’s so wide, such a large plug. It stretches Taemin’s asshole and then is sucked back into his body and Taemin shudders. The same thing happens again and Key cannot tell if Taemin just can’t push it out because his muscles are so stretched out or if he’s just teasing himself, teasing himself open with the wide toy.

Key doesn’t really fucking care. All he cares about is that he isn’t the one to do the teasing, he isn’t the one to fuck Taemin open with that toy.

Fuck, he wants to. He wants to so badly.

Key knows, just along the inner wall aways, there is a spot that he can drop down onto a grassy hill. It isn’t too high, only about eight feet. He can. He wants to. Fuck he wants to. But he stays and he watches.

Taemin teases himself again and again. The toy almost popping out and then being sucked right back into his body.

He could withstand that. He knows he could, but he makes the mistake of looking at Teamin’s face again, looking at the blissed out, fucked up, needy expression that comes from too much teasing. He’s crying, his mouth is open, and he’s probably making so many delicious noises. All of Taemin is shaking now. All of him. He’s probably going to come soon whether he likes it or not.

Again, Key could withstand that.

But then Taemin smiles, just a soft curve of his lips. HIs eyes are shut and his face is relaxed for a moment and he smiles, and Key is done for. That smile. He wants to be the one to make him smile, make him happy, give him ... something ... anything.

He knows he can’t. He knows he isn’t allowed. He knows that he has no right. But he wants to.

So he moves, tucks his dick back into his pants and fucking moves. He almost runs, but not quite, to the spot he knows that he can drop to the grass. The landing is a bit jarring, and he’s suddenly bathed in the light from the estate. But he knows where Taemin is from here, he knows the way to that grassy hill and he just hopes he isn’t too late. So he runs as fast as he can with his dick so hard and his breath on “optional.”

The first moan he hears has him stopping in his tracks, waiting for another one that comes right afterwards. Key moves, like through sludge, walking now and relearning how to breathe, but he doesn’t need to think. Not right now.

The next moan is so loud and Key hurries. He comes upon Taemin from below, just at the right angle to see his ass stretched so wide around the toy. His other hand is jerking himself off.

The toy is sucked back into his body and then pushed out again, and Key staggers up the hill. He makes it close just as the toy falls out, just as the long toy that has no business being inside anyone finally falls to the blanket, leaving Taemin’s body gaped open and red.

“Fuck,” Key whispers.

But it’s enough to have Taemin jumping in surprise, spinning around and to his ass. He winces and scrambles back and Key shakes his head and follows him. Taemin is too fucked and wrecked to move fast and Key takes advantage of that, grabbing one ankle and then the other, and he yanks Taemin toward him, the blanket bunching up as well.

Key falls to his knees, and ignores the way Taemin fights him, ignores the way he tries to break away. But Key’s grip is too strong. He dangles on concrete ledges and climbs walls for a living, so there’s no way that Taemin can get out of his grip without breaking his ankle.

Key wants to touch, he wants to hurt and kiss and love, but right now, he wants to come and he wants to come inside Taemin’s wrecked asshole.

He hadn’t zipped up, so it’s easy to yank his dick out of his pants, and he yanks Taemin toward him in the same moment.

“Don’t, don’t, don’t,” Taemin mutters, arms and body flailing. God, his muscles are insane.

Key has both legs in his arms, at his elbows and Taemin bent in half. He leans forward, his dick sliding on wet skin. It’s only a moment and then he’s inside Taemin’s open body. It’s not tight, not at all, but that’s not the point.

Taemin cries out and tries to move away, but Key’s got him.

“Stop, stop, stop, please ... stop.”

Key ignores him and thrusts a little harder, slapping their bodies together. Taemin’s breath hitches with little noises, but he stops protesting. Key reaches down and grips Taemin’s dick to stroke him off. Taemin’s little whimpers are interrupted by moans.

Key uses his other hand to grab the ring on the collar and yank. Taemin’s scream is just what he needed and apparently so is the pain. Taemin’s hands dig into Key’s forearms and Key twists pulls harder, twisting the ring and cutting off Taemin’s breath before letting go and twisting the other way.

Taemin writhes under him, his body moving with Key’s thrusts. He lets go of the collar and Taemin’s head slams to the grass. Key pinches at his nipples and his stomach, all over his chest, leaving bright red marks anywhere that he can touch. The pain seems to do it for him. His moans turn to tight screams, and he was so close already that he’s shuddering and spraying his release between them.

That’s when his body tightens up. Just enough, and Key yanks himself back, hands on the back of Taemin’s firm thighs, fingers digging into the muscles, and he thrusts faster, racing for his own release and watching while Taemin’s cock bounces and jerks around, still pulsing out come while his body orgasms.

Key tilts his head back, eyes shut as he finally comes. He doesn’t release nearly as much as Taemin, but he pumps it into Taemin’s body the way he wanted to and pulls out at the last moment to cover his balls and gaping rim with a few heavy dollops of come. He strokes himself, only noticing now that his dick, and now his hand, are streaked with blood.

And then he collapses on top of him. His brain is dead. His lungs have forgotten how to breathe. And he can’t hear anything except a wooshing in his brain.

For a moment. And then he’s aware of cries. Of Taemin crying and he lifts up his head to see Taemin hiding his face and his body shivering with tears.

And that’s not what Key wanted. He wanted to make him smile. Not make him cry.

Key pushes at his arms and Taemin yells something and fights him, trying to smack at his face and his shoulder.

“Fuck, calm down, what the fuck?” Key says and he finally gets his hands around Taemin’s wrists and pins them above his head.

“Get off me!” Taemin shouts and tries to throw him off. But the movement only makes Key’s body adjust enough that his dick is right back inside Taemin’s wrecked body.

Taemin’s chest hitches and he shuts those pretty blue eyes. He stops struggling and Key leans over him. His body is sore from being on his knees, but he doesn’t want to let go. Taemin will run away from him.

“You ... you were gone for a long time,” Taemin finally whispers.

“I wasn’t going to come back,” Key replies honestly.

Taemin turns his head to the side and Key finally releases his wrists. Both arms come up to wrap around Key’s back.

“This ... fuck ...” Taemin’s tears are renewed and Key gathers him up, hands under his back to pull him into a tight hug. The movement causes his dick to move in and out of Taemin again, and he fights off a shiver.

“You really scared me,” Taemin said. “I didn’t realize it was you for a moment.”

Key apologizes against his neck.

“Why didn't you want to come back?” Taemin asked.

Key doesn’t really want to answer that. At least not truthfully. “I’m banished,” he says. “You’re obviously someone influential. I didn't want to get caught, turned into the police.”

Taemin pulls away from him, a questioning look on his face. “Banished?”

Key swallows roughly and nods. He lifts up a hand and pulls the mask off his face. He ruffles the long hair that falls over his forehead and pushes it back to bare his soul, his past, and his present. It’s stupid. Taemin might turn right around and call the police. But laying here with his dick still buried in him, Key takes the chance.

Taemin’s eyes widen and he lifts up a shaking hand, but he doesn’t touch. Their eyes meet, and Key gives him permission. Soft fingertips trace the scar, from above his left eyebrow, down the bridge of his nose, over his right cheek and curling down under his ear to his jaw.

“They cut this into my face and then told me that I deserved even more pain, so they left it open and bleeding and promised me they’d do the other line of the X in a day or two. I ran instead.”

Taemin swallows roughly. “What ... what did you do?”

“I was paying for the sins of my parents,” Key says and shrugs. “I don’t know what they did. But I was taken from school and put into a brothel. I killed a client who was too rough with me. I didn’t mean to. I was defending myself, but that was enough to be banished. They kept me in the cages near the Gate. It was easy to pick the lock and slip by the officers to the Outside. I found a place to climb up a few weeks later.”

“You must have been so hungry.”

Key nods. “I was, but also determined and stubborn. I’ve been living on the Wall for ten years.”

“How old are you?” Taemin asks.

“Twenty-three. You?”

Taemin bites his lip and says, “Nineteen now.”

Key smiles and touches his cheek. “I’m sorry I scared you. I wasn’t thinking, but that’s mostly your fault because ...” He turns and looks pointedly at the giant plug that shouldn’t even be able to fit into someone’s body. Or at least, not Taemin’s who was strong, but skinny. Lithe. Well toned. Gorgeous.

Key looks him over, at his flushing skin. There are red marks on his stomach and a few lines that look like rope burns on his wrists and ankles.

“So what about you?” Key asks.

“What about me?”

“Well, you know my entire life.” Which is pretty sad and depressing if Key thinks about it.

Taemin pouts and then shuts his eyes with a sigh. “Are you hungry? Do you want to come inside and get something to eat?”

Key sighs at the change of subject and then realizes what he just said. “Inside? You ... you want me to come inside?”

Taemin smiles. “Yes. Come inside. You’re probably starving, and I don’t think you understand how much you stink. When was the last time you showered?”

Key snorts. “You don’t want to know.”

“Do you want to?”

The thought of a hot shower was more tempting than the food. “S-sure.”

Taemin smiles and pushes at his hips. Key finally crawls off of him. He takes a moment to tuck his dick into his pants and zip up. He pushes himself up and turns to offer a hand to Taemin, but he’s already busy, on his hands and knees, sliding the tip of the plug around his entrance, and through the mess of come Key had left on and inside him. With a sigh, Taemin pushes it into himself, and Key’s cock twitches in his jeans at the dirty slurp it makes when it finds it way home.

Taemin’s moan as the toy is sucked all the way into his body is delicious.

Key balls his hands into fists so he won’t touch. He wants to touch. He watches Taemin on the ground, taking deep breaths, his back arching and bowing while he toy settles inside him. And then everything tense and Taemin pushes himself up and onto his feet. Key is expecting him to wobble, so he’s there when Taemin does and he wraps his arms around Taemin’s bare waist.

“Are you all right?” Key whispers.

Tae’s smile is fleeting and he nods. “For now. Come on.” He doesn’t pull away but walks toward a cobbled walkway with Key clinging to his body. Key follows. He knows he would follow Taemin anywhere.

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