I'm posting a fanfic here for real.
I've never posted my fics at my personal journal before, and I have no idea what made me do it today.
But anyway here's a short HanChul drabble.
Ahh, I might be going for an on and off hiatus this year until I'm completely free
from school on November 17 , wtf right.
I wrote this absolutely out of sheer boredom.
Title: A moment of felicity (Drabble)
Pairing : HanKyung/HeeChul
Rating : PG-15
Warnings : Drug use
Summary :
A/N : I wrote this in like uh...20 minutes so I don't really know how this is gonna turn out.
HeeChul couldn’t really make out his surroundings as his vision blurred with tears.
He felt those fingers digging hard into the skin at his neck, the grip so strong that it could almost break his trachea into halves. He was almost wheezing for air to enter his lungs and his hands were flailing, his fingernails desperately clawing into the arms of the man on top of him.
But the thing was, HeeChul had asked for this, asked to be strangled, to be controlled, to be in pain. However it seemed like HanKyung had became totally immersed into this violence, putting more and more pressure on HeeChul’s neck as seconds ticked by.
It was only when HeeChul’s soft cry of HanKyung snapped him back into his senses, and the revulsion of what he'd done startled him.
HanKyung threw himself off HeeChul, face ashen white with horror as he stared at the cerise prints his own hands imprinted on the elder’s pale neck.
HeeChul’s lips were parted in surprise, but he later smiled and mouthed thanks, much to HanKyung’s dismay.
“Inject me with it,” HeeChul whispered as he lay down on HanKyung’s lap.
HanKyung’s heartbeat was as frantic as ever since the previous incident, when evil had took total control of him, nearly choking HeeChul to death.
Both of them knew the procedure well enough, they’ve been practicing it for months.
HanKyung looped the thick rubber strip around HeeChul’s left arm and tied it into a tight knot.
HanKyung’s shaky hand brought the syringe over the candle flame before bringing it up to eye level and giving it a flick. HeeChul was already quivering under him, the muscle spasms indicating that he was craving for the heroine into his system.
HanKyung brought the tip of the needle to the pastel colored skin at HeeChul’s arm before embedding the needle into it. HeeChul groaned aloud, body arching off the floor as he hissed in euphoria, the drug quickly taking effect the moment it entered his bloodstream.
He watched in fascination as HeeChul muttered a string of incoherencies, eyes rolling about its sockets as his mouth formed a satisfied smile. He waited for a good 10 minutes or so until HeeChul came down from his high, and the drug effect soon dissipated.
“Thank you,” HeeChul croaked, and HanKyung lowered his head for a kiss.
HeeChul returned it with weak fervor as he let his heartbeat stabilize.
*abrupt end*
Oh what...I just like fics involving drugs okay :/
But anyway here's a short HanChul drabble.
Ahh, I might be going for an on and off hiatus this year until I'm completely free
from school on November 17 , wtf right.
I wrote this absolutely out of sheer boredom.
Title: A moment of felicity (Drabble)
Pairing : HanKyung/HeeChul
Rating : PG-15
Warnings : Drug use
Summary :
A/N : I wrote this in like uh...20 minutes so I don't really know how this is gonna turn out.
HeeChul couldn’t really make out his surroundings as his vision blurred with tears.
He felt those fingers digging hard into the skin at his neck, the grip so strong that it could almost break his trachea into halves. He was almost wheezing for air to enter his lungs and his hands were flailing, his fingernails desperately clawing into the arms of the man on top of him.
But the thing was, HeeChul had asked for this, asked to be strangled, to be controlled, to be in pain. However it seemed like HanKyung had became totally immersed into this violence, putting more and more pressure on HeeChul’s neck as seconds ticked by.
It was only when HeeChul’s soft cry of HanKyung snapped him back into his senses, and the revulsion of what he'd done startled him.
HanKyung threw himself off HeeChul, face ashen white with horror as he stared at the cerise prints his own hands imprinted on the elder’s pale neck.
HeeChul’s lips were parted in surprise, but he later smiled and mouthed thanks, much to HanKyung’s dismay.
“Inject me with it,” HeeChul whispered as he lay down on HanKyung’s lap.
HanKyung’s heartbeat was as frantic as ever since the previous incident, when evil had took total control of him, nearly choking HeeChul to death.
Both of them knew the procedure well enough, they’ve been practicing it for months.
HanKyung looped the thick rubber strip around HeeChul’s left arm and tied it into a tight knot.
HanKyung’s shaky hand brought the syringe over the candle flame before bringing it up to eye level and giving it a flick. HeeChul was already quivering under him, the muscle spasms indicating that he was craving for the heroine into his system.
HanKyung brought the tip of the needle to the pastel colored skin at HeeChul’s arm before embedding the needle into it. HeeChul groaned aloud, body arching off the floor as he hissed in euphoria, the drug quickly taking effect the moment it entered his bloodstream.
He watched in fascination as HeeChul muttered a string of incoherencies, eyes rolling about its sockets as his mouth formed a satisfied smile. He waited for a good 10 minutes or so until HeeChul came down from his high, and the drug effect soon dissipated.
“Thank you,” HeeChul croaked, and HanKyung lowered his head for a kiss.
HeeChul returned it with weak fervor as he let his heartbeat stabilize.
*abrupt end*
Oh what...I just like fics involving drugs okay :/