So much for axioms [One-shot]
Title: So much for axioms
Pairing: Hyukjae/Donghae
Genre: Crack
Rating: PG-15
Warning: Umm... Dubcon?
Summary: In which Donghae is a rapist and Hyukjae is being raped. Or so it seems.
[A/N: Uhm… Idek… probably the result of too many essays and deadlines. Pretty much a brain fart that somehow won the hyukhae crack/comedy competition. Banner is over here!
And for those who were wondering, an axiom is something which is not proved but is considered self-evident and assumed to be true
~*~
Everything was going as it did every night. Donghae would hit up some club down at the shadier side of town where even the lights themselves weren’t all that illuminating, casting doubtful shadows into already doubtful darkness. He’d hang out at the bar, survey the crowd and pick out his prey. Some nights, he’d pick a random chick, others it was a dude. It depended on his mood. And tonight, he was in the mood for some cock.
He’d buy his target several drinks, maybe more. Depended on how many it took for them to loosen up, chit-chat a bit. He was a good reader of moods so he knew when to ask. Ask them if they’d like to go outside for a little fresh air.
Then, he’d pull them into a dark, dank corridor and he’d take them there. Struggling. Screaming.
It wasn’t as if he couldn’t invite them back into his home for a one-night stand. He knew he could - narcissistic as that seemed. But it just didn’t excite him - the consent. As far as he remembered, he liked to take things. Best way was when they didn’t want him to. He used to rape the innocent girls and boys on the street, but he’d come too close to being caught before. So now, he stuck mostly to this - at least, most of the people here wouldn’t dare to bring themselves before the police if it came to that.
Tonight it was no different. The boy he’d gotten had collapsed after only two shots, and he’d agreed rather enthusiastically to coming out to share a smoke. It only took a glance to confirm that there was no one else about, and that was when Donghae pounced.
The boy’s screams were almost melodious in the night, coming out of that ruby red mouth of his. And mapping the expanse of that milky, white skin, his tongue eliciting almost wanton sobs, he’d thought he’d really struck it out tonight.
He always liked a little foreplay - something he never got rushing about the sane side of town. And now, he unbuttoned the boy’s pants, pushing the material just enough to reach his ass, and he licked his fingers, business-like, ready to insert them into that tight-little hole to wriggle, just to see this boy thrash.
He saw panic in the boy’s eyes as he realized what was going to be done. And that pleased him, because he liked them panicked, screaming. It was his kink, like some said.
He didn’t realize he’d interpreted that panic wrong. That it wasn’t panic per se - at least not the kind most would anticipate.
“Yah!”
The slap to his hand wasn’t that unexpected. What was, was the tone of that exclamation. So wholly irritated and not frightened at all.
That wasn’t right. Donghae would try again. He’d move his hand down to that tart ass and insert his finger in-
“Yah!” It came again. This time, with a glare that could have frozen hell over twice. “You’re raping me right?”
It took a while for Donghae to realize that this boy that he was raping expected an answer. “Uh… yeah?”
That scandalized look - and Donghae felt as if he was five all over again, getting caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “What kind of rapist preps?”
“What’s wrong with prepping?” Donghae was so put out of it that the question came naturally, filled with the obvious bemusement he was feeling.
“You’re raping! You’re supposed to take me hard and fast. It’s supposed to hurt!” The boy argued back.
“But there’s nothing wrong with prepping!” Was Donghae’s insistent reply.
“Didn’t you know that there’s an axiom that comes with raping. And that it you’re supposed to take your victims rough!” The boy yelled, and Donghae thought that if he wasn’t pinning him against the wall, he’d have stamped his foot.
It down onto Donghae then that this situation was more than a little absurd. Surreal even. “Why am I having this argument with you? It’s not April Fools day today or something right? I’m supposed to be raping you.”
“Exactly! So do me without prepping!” Donghae was about to open his mouth to argue again when the boy’s lips curled into a blood-curdling smirk. “Or is it because you don’t dare to? Tch… such a chicken.”
When Donghae walked away next. It was with grim satisfaction on his face, as he left that absurd boy on the floor, panting with exhaustion, blood pooling below his hole where it’d dripped from the rough way he’d been taken.
And Donghae thought that was the end of that.
~*~
But apparently it wasn’t. Because from that day on, Donghae kept bumping into the boy.
Bumping of course, was used for a lack of a better word. Because that boy always appeared just when Donghae had wrestled down another victim, about to take that person the way he liked it. And then, there would come that voice. That mocking voice.
“Gee, still prepping people again, you fail rapist?”
And always, Donghae would become annoyed. So annoyed that his cock would become flaccid within seconds. And the time that took grew less with each passing day. He’d turn his attention, and glare while the boy kept up the insults. And as always, he’d become so angry that he wouldn’t even notice when his newest victim took the chance to run away.
It was getting more than irritating. Bordering on harassment. But there was nowhere Donghae could take his case. It wasn’t like he could show up on the police’s doorstep and tell them… what? That a boy was harassing him, preventing him from raping people? In fact, he couldn’t tell anyone his story. They’d all end up laughing at him, like his friend Sungmin did when Donghae first told him. It was too absurd to believe.
He finally broke one day, having practically grabbed this girl out of the bar. A girl he’d usually consider too ugly to fuck. And he was almost desperate in his actions - close to being rough. He didn’t even care about prepping today, sexually frustrated as he was. And he’d nearly pushed into the screaming girl when there was that mocking voice breathing into his ear.
“Oh my, it seems like you’re learning~”
And he’d swung around so fast, his head spun from vertigo. And he stared at the boy, feeling like he wanted to tear all his hair out. “OH GOD. NOT YOU AGAIN.”
“Yes, it’s me. Again.” The boy drawled out the words, a smug grin on his face. “And I’m glad to see that you’ve taken my advise today.”
“So what’s your fucking problem?” Donghae threw up his hands in the air. “As you saw, I’m not prepping her today. So fucking leave me alone!”
“Ah, but I can’t do that.” The boy grinned, and Donghae yelped, feeling a surprising strength from the thin arms that pulled him against that lithe body, flushing them together. And he shuddered, feeling his cock being stroked back into hardness.
“You see. From today onwards, you’ll be raping only me.” The boy whispered, dark and dirty into Donghae’s ear. “Me. Understand? Lee Hyukjae. Remember that name. Because you’re going to be calling it out when you ask me to scream for you now.”
“B-but… that isn’t rape.” Donghae half whispered, half moaned. This boy’s fingers… they were really good. “You’re not supposed to want it…”
Hyukjae shrugged. “Yeah well. So much for axioms.”
And somewhere in the city, a baby cried and the jazz band played. A fight was starting somewhere, while the birds roosted in their nests. And maybe somewhere, things were sane, but it mostly wasn’t and mostly didn’t make sense.
And all was right in the world.
~*~
“But-”
“Oh, just shut up and fuck me.”
~*~
Pairing: Hyukjae/Donghae
Genre: Crack
Rating: PG-15
Warning: Umm... Dubcon?
Summary: In which Donghae is a rapist and Hyukjae is being raped. Or so it seems.
[A/N: Uhm… Idek… probably the result of too many essays and deadlines. Pretty much a brain fart that somehow won the hyukhae crack/comedy competition. Banner is over here!
And for those who were wondering, an axiom is something which is not proved but is considered self-evident and assumed to be true
~*~
Everything was going as it did every night. Donghae would hit up some club down at the shadier side of town where even the lights themselves weren’t all that illuminating, casting doubtful shadows into already doubtful darkness. He’d hang out at the bar, survey the crowd and pick out his prey. Some nights, he’d pick a random chick, others it was a dude. It depended on his mood. And tonight, he was in the mood for some cock.
He’d buy his target several drinks, maybe more. Depended on how many it took for them to loosen up, chit-chat a bit. He was a good reader of moods so he knew when to ask. Ask them if they’d like to go outside for a little fresh air.
Then, he’d pull them into a dark, dank corridor and he’d take them there. Struggling. Screaming.
It wasn’t as if he couldn’t invite them back into his home for a one-night stand. He knew he could - narcissistic as that seemed. But it just didn’t excite him - the consent. As far as he remembered, he liked to take things. Best way was when they didn’t want him to. He used to rape the innocent girls and boys on the street, but he’d come too close to being caught before. So now, he stuck mostly to this - at least, most of the people here wouldn’t dare to bring themselves before the police if it came to that.
Tonight it was no different. The boy he’d gotten had collapsed after only two shots, and he’d agreed rather enthusiastically to coming out to share a smoke. It only took a glance to confirm that there was no one else about, and that was when Donghae pounced.
The boy’s screams were almost melodious in the night, coming out of that ruby red mouth of his. And mapping the expanse of that milky, white skin, his tongue eliciting almost wanton sobs, he’d thought he’d really struck it out tonight.
He always liked a little foreplay - something he never got rushing about the sane side of town. And now, he unbuttoned the boy’s pants, pushing the material just enough to reach his ass, and he licked his fingers, business-like, ready to insert them into that tight-little hole to wriggle, just to see this boy thrash.
He saw panic in the boy’s eyes as he realized what was going to be done. And that pleased him, because he liked them panicked, screaming. It was his kink, like some said.
He didn’t realize he’d interpreted that panic wrong. That it wasn’t panic per se - at least not the kind most would anticipate.
“Yah!”
The slap to his hand wasn’t that unexpected. What was, was the tone of that exclamation. So wholly irritated and not frightened at all.
That wasn’t right. Donghae would try again. He’d move his hand down to that tart ass and insert his finger in-
“Yah!” It came again. This time, with a glare that could have frozen hell over twice. “You’re raping me right?”
It took a while for Donghae to realize that this boy that he was raping expected an answer. “Uh… yeah?”
That scandalized look - and Donghae felt as if he was five all over again, getting caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “What kind of rapist preps?”
“What’s wrong with prepping?” Donghae was so put out of it that the question came naturally, filled with the obvious bemusement he was feeling.
“You’re raping! You’re supposed to take me hard and fast. It’s supposed to hurt!” The boy argued back.
“But there’s nothing wrong with prepping!” Was Donghae’s insistent reply.
“Didn’t you know that there’s an axiom that comes with raping. And that it you’re supposed to take your victims rough!” The boy yelled, and Donghae thought that if he wasn’t pinning him against the wall, he’d have stamped his foot.
It down onto Donghae then that this situation was more than a little absurd. Surreal even. “Why am I having this argument with you? It’s not April Fools day today or something right? I’m supposed to be raping you.”
“Exactly! So do me without prepping!” Donghae was about to open his mouth to argue again when the boy’s lips curled into a blood-curdling smirk. “Or is it because you don’t dare to? Tch… such a chicken.”
When Donghae walked away next. It was with grim satisfaction on his face, as he left that absurd boy on the floor, panting with exhaustion, blood pooling below his hole where it’d dripped from the rough way he’d been taken.
And Donghae thought that was the end of that.
~*~
But apparently it wasn’t. Because from that day on, Donghae kept bumping into the boy.
Bumping of course, was used for a lack of a better word. Because that boy always appeared just when Donghae had wrestled down another victim, about to take that person the way he liked it. And then, there would come that voice. That mocking voice.
“Gee, still prepping people again, you fail rapist?”
And always, Donghae would become annoyed. So annoyed that his cock would become flaccid within seconds. And the time that took grew less with each passing day. He’d turn his attention, and glare while the boy kept up the insults. And as always, he’d become so angry that he wouldn’t even notice when his newest victim took the chance to run away.
It was getting more than irritating. Bordering on harassment. But there was nowhere Donghae could take his case. It wasn’t like he could show up on the police’s doorstep and tell them… what? That a boy was harassing him, preventing him from raping people? In fact, he couldn’t tell anyone his story. They’d all end up laughing at him, like his friend Sungmin did when Donghae first told him. It was too absurd to believe.
He finally broke one day, having practically grabbed this girl out of the bar. A girl he’d usually consider too ugly to fuck. And he was almost desperate in his actions - close to being rough. He didn’t even care about prepping today, sexually frustrated as he was. And he’d nearly pushed into the screaming girl when there was that mocking voice breathing into his ear.
“Oh my, it seems like you’re learning~”
And he’d swung around so fast, his head spun from vertigo. And he stared at the boy, feeling like he wanted to tear all his hair out. “OH GOD. NOT YOU AGAIN.”
“Yes, it’s me. Again.” The boy drawled out the words, a smug grin on his face. “And I’m glad to see that you’ve taken my advise today.”
“So what’s your fucking problem?” Donghae threw up his hands in the air. “As you saw, I’m not prepping her today. So fucking leave me alone!”
“Ah, but I can’t do that.” The boy grinned, and Donghae yelped, feeling a surprising strength from the thin arms that pulled him against that lithe body, flushing them together. And he shuddered, feeling his cock being stroked back into hardness.
“You see. From today onwards, you’ll be raping only me.” The boy whispered, dark and dirty into Donghae’s ear. “Me. Understand? Lee Hyukjae. Remember that name. Because you’re going to be calling it out when you ask me to scream for you now.”
“B-but… that isn’t rape.” Donghae half whispered, half moaned. This boy’s fingers… they were really good. “You’re not supposed to want it…”
Hyukjae shrugged. “Yeah well. So much for axioms.”
And somewhere in the city, a baby cried and the jazz band played. A fight was starting somewhere, while the birds roosted in their nests. And maybe somewhere, things were sane, but it mostly wasn’t and mostly didn’t make sense.
And all was right in the world.
~*~
“But-”
“Oh, just shut up and fuck me.”
~*~