Irresistable [OneShot]
Author: erodedveins
Pairing: Ontae
Genre: Horror
Word-count: 1290
Rating: NC-17
Summary: "Let's do this again sometime, hyung."
WARNING: Necrophilia, Incest, General disturbing themes
Jinki wasn't someone who felt comfortable being the center of attention. He preferred to sit back and pretend to be a wallflower. In reality, he had quite the.. colorful personality. But it was the kind of personality you had to hide if you wanted to be "normal". Because people like him were typically spurned by society.
Murder made him feel wildly alive. Holding life in his hands, deciding someone's fate with just one insignificant action (the prick of a needle, the slice of an artery, the pressure of a pillow against a face)... Well. There was nothing in the world like it. The blood of his victims on his hands, the bluish tint of his victims' skin, the fear in their eyes. It was what he fucking lived for.
Over the years, he'd developed careful habits, more out of lifestyle preservation than the fear of anyone knowing what he was. Jinki could care less about what other people thought, but he wasn't about to let the one person he loved more than anything find out about his hobby. No. Taemin could never know, because Jinki couldn't bear the thought of him leaving. The younger boy was his pride and joy, practically his son. Ever since their father had run off with some cheap white trash American woman and their mother drank herself to an early death, he'd taken care of his little brother.
And the things he felt for that innocent boy.. They were almost unspeakable. He had watched Taemin grow up so fast, it was almost heartbreaking. As he grew, Taemin had developed exquisite features (which Jinki couldn't deny he appreciated more than he should). He would've been so popular with all kinds of people, if he interacted with them. Taemin seemed so detached from the rest of humanity.. It worried Jinki.
While Jinki was struggling with his secrets, Taemin struggled just as hard with one of his own. He was attracted to the look and feel of dead bodies. He would go to funerals of people he didn't even know and look down upon their dead faces. He'd become aroused and have to leave right away to relieve himself. It was shameful and wrong, but he couldn't stop. He was addicted for reasons he couldn't seem to understand.
Jinki had no idea, and Taemin would've preferred that it stay that way. His brother had done so much for him since their parents left them with only each other to rely on. His brother didn't need to know about his fascination with the dead, didn't need to know how sick he really was. But his wish remained ungranted when Jinki walked in and caught him looking at his secret stash of pictures of dead bodies (it was ridiculously easy to find pictures of them on the internet) one evening. He froze when Jinki came in, too shocked to pull his pants and boxers up from around his knees.
He said nothing when Jinki shut the door and came closer. When Jinki finally got a good look at the pictures Taemin had been jacking off to, he gasped and his eyes widened. He almost looked... scared. But that was pretty much impossible. Jinki didn't get scared. As a matter of fact, the only time Taemin saw Jinki express any kind of emotion was when they were together at home.
"Taemin.. where did you get these?" Jinki's face was much paler than usual after recognizing one of his victims. Taemin swallowed nervously.
"The internet," he replied cautiously. Oddly enough, instead of getting angry, Jinki let out an obvious sigh of relief. Taemin saw him visibly relax and it was impossible not to wonder why.
"Okay," there were several moments of silence, which Taemin figured was because Jinki was trying to find the right words to say. "Why were you looking at pictures of dead people anyway?" And there it was. The question he'd been dreading since Jinki walked in.
"Uhm.. I. I uh..," he floundered. Suddenly, though, he noticed Jinki smile like he'd finally put the pieces together. It was a creepy smile, and it was extremely un-Jinki-like. It made Taemin's skin prickle uncomfortably.
"You know what, it doesn't matter. I have a secret of my own, Taemin. And even though I found out yours by accident, I'll show you mine," the barely hidden eagerness in Jinki's voice was giving Taemin even worse goosebumps. He almost wanted to bolt from the premises.
Jinki led him to their only bookshelf, and as cliche as it sounded, when Jinki pressed a button on the top shelf, it swung open to reveal a secret room. Taemin stepped inside hesitantly, and Jinki's ever-growing eagerness was almost palpable in the air. When Taemin noticed the morgue table in the middle of the room (or rather, what was on the morgue table) he sucked in a breath harshly.
A real human body lied on the table, and judging from the lividity on the corpse, Taemin would have to say the woman had been dead for nearly 3 days. He felt his cock stiffen with interest and a low whine left his lips. Jinki smirked.
"Go on, little brother," he whispered roughly in Taemin's ear. "Have some fun." Taemin didn't need to be told twice, seizing the opportunity with gusto. He hastily divested himself of clothing before reaching the slab and staring at the woman.
She wasn't particularly pretty, but that wasn't what mattered to Taemin anyway. Just one touch of her ice cold skin and he was throbbing with need. He wasted no time in climbing on top of her. He spread her legs gently, knowing that by now, rigor mortis had passed. She was as limp as a rag doll, which was all the more reason he felt the pressing urge to enter her. He slid into her roughly, and he gasped at the coldness surrounding his erection. It was one of the best things he'd ever felt in his life.
Meanwhile, Onew watched the display unfold with his own growing erection. He squeezed his crotch, groaning softly. He sat with his back pressed against the bookshelf, his legs spread wide open. He grasped his erection and stroked it slowly, teasing himself with thinking how Taemin would feel moving inside him instead of the corpse on the table. If he was cold and blue, would Taemin fuck him then? He sped up his pace when he noticed Taemin's frenzied thrusts into the dead woman.
He climaxed just before Taemin, and his hands fell limply at his sides. Jinki hadn't pulled his pants up, and when Taemin looked over and noticed this, he felt his cock twitch interestedly. The lust that glazed over his brother's eyes made him look almost irresistable (even though Taemin wasn't usually interested in the living). So much so that he hopped off the table and came to sit in between Jinki's thighs. He leaned inwards and pressed his lips to Jinki's, kissing him more like a lover than a brother.
"Thanks, hyung," it took a moment for Jinki's lust-filled brain to think of why Taemin was thanking him. He smiled half-heartedly.
"Any time, Taemin," Taemin kissed him again, and this time there was no hint of the sweet, innocent boy he used to think Taemin was. Jinki knew better now.
"Hyung, let's do this the next time you kill someone. And next time...," Taemin trailed his fingers up Jinki's bare abdomen, watching the muscles ripple. "I'll repay the favor." Jinki found himself shivering at Taemin's seductive tone, his body taking an interest in Taemin's words. He almost couldn't wait until another perfect victim came along.
Pairing: Ontae
Genre: Horror
Word-count: 1290
Rating: NC-17
Summary: "Let's do this again sometime, hyung."
WARNING: Necrophilia, Incest, General disturbing themes
Jinki wasn't someone who felt comfortable being the center of attention. He preferred to sit back and pretend to be a wallflower. In reality, he had quite the.. colorful personality. But it was the kind of personality you had to hide if you wanted to be "normal". Because people like him were typically spurned by society.
Murder made him feel wildly alive. Holding life in his hands, deciding someone's fate with just one insignificant action (the prick of a needle, the slice of an artery, the pressure of a pillow against a face)... Well. There was nothing in the world like it. The blood of his victims on his hands, the bluish tint of his victims' skin, the fear in their eyes. It was what he fucking lived for.
Over the years, he'd developed careful habits, more out of lifestyle preservation than the fear of anyone knowing what he was. Jinki could care less about what other people thought, but he wasn't about to let the one person he loved more than anything find out about his hobby. No. Taemin could never know, because Jinki couldn't bear the thought of him leaving. The younger boy was his pride and joy, practically his son. Ever since their father had run off with some cheap white trash American woman and their mother drank herself to an early death, he'd taken care of his little brother.
And the things he felt for that innocent boy.. They were almost unspeakable. He had watched Taemin grow up so fast, it was almost heartbreaking. As he grew, Taemin had developed exquisite features (which Jinki couldn't deny he appreciated more than he should). He would've been so popular with all kinds of people, if he interacted with them. Taemin seemed so detached from the rest of humanity.. It worried Jinki.
While Jinki was struggling with his secrets, Taemin struggled just as hard with one of his own. He was attracted to the look and feel of dead bodies. He would go to funerals of people he didn't even know and look down upon their dead faces. He'd become aroused and have to leave right away to relieve himself. It was shameful and wrong, but he couldn't stop. He was addicted for reasons he couldn't seem to understand.
Jinki had no idea, and Taemin would've preferred that it stay that way. His brother had done so much for him since their parents left them with only each other to rely on. His brother didn't need to know about his fascination with the dead, didn't need to know how sick he really was. But his wish remained ungranted when Jinki walked in and caught him looking at his secret stash of pictures of dead bodies (it was ridiculously easy to find pictures of them on the internet) one evening. He froze when Jinki came in, too shocked to pull his pants and boxers up from around his knees.
He said nothing when Jinki shut the door and came closer. When Jinki finally got a good look at the pictures Taemin had been jacking off to, he gasped and his eyes widened. He almost looked... scared. But that was pretty much impossible. Jinki didn't get scared. As a matter of fact, the only time Taemin saw Jinki express any kind of emotion was when they were together at home.
"Taemin.. where did you get these?" Jinki's face was much paler than usual after recognizing one of his victims. Taemin swallowed nervously.
"The internet," he replied cautiously. Oddly enough, instead of getting angry, Jinki let out an obvious sigh of relief. Taemin saw him visibly relax and it was impossible not to wonder why.
"Okay," there were several moments of silence, which Taemin figured was because Jinki was trying to find the right words to say. "Why were you looking at pictures of dead people anyway?" And there it was. The question he'd been dreading since Jinki walked in.
"Uhm.. I. I uh..," he floundered. Suddenly, though, he noticed Jinki smile like he'd finally put the pieces together. It was a creepy smile, and it was extremely un-Jinki-like. It made Taemin's skin prickle uncomfortably.
"You know what, it doesn't matter. I have a secret of my own, Taemin. And even though I found out yours by accident, I'll show you mine," the barely hidden eagerness in Jinki's voice was giving Taemin even worse goosebumps. He almost wanted to bolt from the premises.
Jinki led him to their only bookshelf, and as cliche as it sounded, when Jinki pressed a button on the top shelf, it swung open to reveal a secret room. Taemin stepped inside hesitantly, and Jinki's ever-growing eagerness was almost palpable in the air. When Taemin noticed the morgue table in the middle of the room (or rather, what was on the morgue table) he sucked in a breath harshly.
A real human body lied on the table, and judging from the lividity on the corpse, Taemin would have to say the woman had been dead for nearly 3 days. He felt his cock stiffen with interest and a low whine left his lips. Jinki smirked.
"Go on, little brother," he whispered roughly in Taemin's ear. "Have some fun." Taemin didn't need to be told twice, seizing the opportunity with gusto. He hastily divested himself of clothing before reaching the slab and staring at the woman.
She wasn't particularly pretty, but that wasn't what mattered to Taemin anyway. Just one touch of her ice cold skin and he was throbbing with need. He wasted no time in climbing on top of her. He spread her legs gently, knowing that by now, rigor mortis had passed. She was as limp as a rag doll, which was all the more reason he felt the pressing urge to enter her. He slid into her roughly, and he gasped at the coldness surrounding his erection. It was one of the best things he'd ever felt in his life.
Meanwhile, Onew watched the display unfold with his own growing erection. He squeezed his crotch, groaning softly. He sat with his back pressed against the bookshelf, his legs spread wide open. He grasped his erection and stroked it slowly, teasing himself with thinking how Taemin would feel moving inside him instead of the corpse on the table. If he was cold and blue, would Taemin fuck him then? He sped up his pace when he noticed Taemin's frenzied thrusts into the dead woman.
He climaxed just before Taemin, and his hands fell limply at his sides. Jinki hadn't pulled his pants up, and when Taemin looked over and noticed this, he felt his cock twitch interestedly. The lust that glazed over his brother's eyes made him look almost irresistable (even though Taemin wasn't usually interested in the living). So much so that he hopped off the table and came to sit in between Jinki's thighs. He leaned inwards and pressed his lips to Jinki's, kissing him more like a lover than a brother.
"Thanks, hyung," it took a moment for Jinki's lust-filled brain to think of why Taemin was thanking him. He smiled half-heartedly.
"Any time, Taemin," Taemin kissed him again, and this time there was no hint of the sweet, innocent boy he used to think Taemin was. Jinki knew better now.
"Hyung, let's do this the next time you kill someone. And next time...," Taemin trailed his fingers up Jinki's bare abdomen, watching the muscles ripple. "I'll repay the favor." Jinki found himself shivering at Taemin's seductive tone, his body taking an interest in Taemin's words. He almost couldn't wait until another perfect victim came along.