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He stops in front of Jongin's feet and when the other sits up and looks at him with eyes pleading for forgiveness, Yixing slaps him in the cheek. The force of it snaps Jongin's head to the side and he gasps audibly. His eyes are squeezed shut and he reaches up blindly to pat his cheek that's surely stinging like fire now. Even as Yixing drops to his knees and lifts his hand again, everyone is too shocked at the scene unfolding before their eyes to intervene.

But Yixing only takes Jongin's hand this time and lowers it from his face with bizarre gentleness. He waits for the moment that Jongin turns his head and blinks his eyes open, then crashes his lips on Jongin's. Tears spill from the corners of Jongin's eyes as he succumbs, moaning into the kiss helplessly, and tries to get into Yixing's lap, looking for friction to ease his painful arousal.

"Stop it, both of you!" It's not until Jongdae pries them apart that the shocked stupor that has fallen over everyone lifts. "You're not in your right minds. Jongin, listen to me, hang in there, you'll get the antidote soon. And you, Yixing-ge, what the heck is wrong with you?"

"What the heck is wrong with me?! I just got fucked three times in a row and-"

The dreaded crackle of the speaker cuts through the room.

"Our computer has just chosen the next two random numbers. The results are Number 5-"

Yixing opens his mouth and laughs. It's a terrible, humourless sound. On his wrist that drops lifelessly into his lap glows a big, bright red 5.

"-and Number 2."

There is ice water in Lu Han's veins. It makes his arms and legs heavy and his feet cold. It slows the beating of his heart and fills his lungs. "There must be some kind of mistake!" he croaks out. "Please check the numbers once more. It can't be Yixing again. It's not possible." But there is no answer coming from the speakers. The numbers are irrevocable.

"It can't be," Yixing repeats, mocking Lu Han's tone. He sheds his plaid shirt and tank top and kicks off his red jeans on the way over to Lu Han. "And yet here we are, you and me." His voice is all wrong. It doesn't sound like Yixing, it sounds like a jolly TV commercial. Even his smile is completely off. "Fuck me, Lu Han."

He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and starts to wriggle out of them. It's not that Lu Han hasn't seen his roommate naked several times before but it's different when Yixing, body dripping wet from his shower, hops onto Lu Han's bed to annoy the living hell out of him. Panicked and with a flush creeping over his cheeks, Lu Han shoves his hands away, trying to pull Yixing's boxers back up at the same time so that he's decently covered.

"Not here," he hisses.

"Why not? Why not here? Most of them have already had me. They've seen all there is to see. What do I have left to lose? Come on, Lu Han, just take me right here and get it over with." His voice drops from mocking to sultry in an instant and he says. "I'll be a good boy. I'll even blow you if you want me t- mphf."

Lu Han clamps a hand over Yixing's mouth to shut him up and shakes his shoulder with the other to snap him out of it but he only dangles in his arms like a lifeless doll. He doesn't resist when Lu Han drags him to the other room, locking the door behind them. Without hesitation, he steps out of his boxers and sprawls on the mattress, offering himself to Lu Han with his legs spread, bent at the knees, his torso in an attractive curve and one hand stretched above his head while the other teases his hard cock with feather-light touches.

Lu Han's head knocks against the door when he lets it fall back, closing his eyes, but even behind his eyelids he can see the image of Yixing's pale skin littered with bite marks and fresh, dark bruises. He feels his blood throbbing and it's wrong, so wrong.