Payback 3/4
Title: Payback
Chapter: 3/4
Author: KiWI
Pairing: JongHo
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jonghyun becomes Minho's friend the hard way
“Do not fucking touch me.” Jonghyun cautioned. His blood turned the water ruby red. His wounds seared under the water. However, the water did calm his new blazing tattoo. His head ached considerably. Why didn’t he just run for it? Run and shout for help like a madman. He had no idea where he was, he could be in the middle of nowhere for all he knew. There wasn’t a single window in this place. Moreover, there was Minho leaning over him, the whole time staring at him like some fascinated child. Every few seconds he would touch the wounds causing Jonghyun to wince.
“Will you stop!” Jonghyun yelled. Minho stood up unexpectedly and Jonghyun jumped, slightly afraid. He didn’t want to trigger Minho; he was like a mine field.
“You want me to join you?” he didn’t wait for an answer before he began stripping. Jonghyun’s eyes wandered away, he didn’t even bother protesting. There was no point; Minho was going to do whatever the hell he wanted. Nevertheless, for some reason he couldn’t think of Minho as an evil person. Of course, he was beyond a little crazy but something had to be appealing about him particularly if Taemin has the nerve to put up with his insanity. Maybe it wasn't Minho but Jonghyun himself slipping into insanity.
Minho slid into the red water slowly. His legs were long but the tub was big enough to fit both of them with plenty of legroom still left. Minho splashed the water around from side to side. He didn’t mind one bit that he was taking a bath in someone’s blood. Soon, an uncomfortable stillness settled over the room. Jonghyun noticed for the first time that Minho was at a loss of words.
“Taemin thinks I’m too…tenacious. Do you think I’m too tenacious?” Minho asked earnestly. You have to be fucking kidding me, Jonghyun thought. Not only did he not want this psycho bastard talking to him but also did he seriously just ask him that ridiculous question. Tenacious? He was practically obsessed; his whole world revolved around Taemin. There wasn’t an hour out of the day they weren’t together. He decided not to answer instead sat back and relax, he knew this semi peaceful moment wouldn’t last long. His aching wounds had already begun to dull over, quickly being replaced with a numb sensation.
“You mean that as a rhetorical question right?” Jonghyun raised an eyebrow.
“Jerk…” Minho muttered barely audible but Jonghyun heard it clearly.
“Seriously you want to be calling someone a jerk, right now? You best be joking.” Jonghyun glared at him.
“Aish! Chill, it was only a few cuts. Plus you have no one but yourself to blame.” he retorted. Crossing his arms, Minho pouted.
“A few cuts! A few cuts!” Jonghyun shouted in disbelief. “All I did was put my arm around Taemin and you’re ready to chop me into pieces. Tenacious? What he really meant to say was that you’re obsessed! Completely obsessed! Damn, Minho you don’t even have a friend.”
Why was I even having a conversation with this jackass? Jonghyun thought. What was the point in talking to someone who had put you through hell? Well, not quite hell, he had been through worse. Jonghyun’s upbringing had been filled with lies, betrayal, and pain. Perhaps even worse than Minho’s physical torture. But shouldn’t he be running and shouting right about now, not relaxing in a bathtub of blood with his tormenter.
“Um... Jonghyun I have something to a-ask you?” Did Minho just stutter? Jonghyun thought. He leaned back against the back of the tub. A weird sense of satisfaction appeared on his face. Was the tables actually turning in his favor? He tried to think nothing of it but he still hoped. Perhaps if he used his cleverness to his advantages he could get away from that dreadful second half of the re-education process.
“Well, will you be my friend?” Minho looked up finally with a hopeful smile.
“Hell no” Jonghyun said bluntly. It was out of his mouth before he could even think about it, an automatic response.
“Why” His voice becoming rich and deep. He scooted towards Jonghyun until his back was pushed as far as possible against the back of the tub. He ended up between Jonghyun’s legs his cock barely touching the others. Jonghyun was instantly uncomfortable. He felt even more uneasy than before.
“M-Minho could you go back to your side of the tub?” Jonghyun asked trying to keep his eyes from drifting downward.
“Jonghyunnie answer me.” Minho looked at him through thick eyelashes. He grabbed Jonghyun’s knees, pushed them back, and shifted forward bringing them even closer. He couldn’t focus having his legs spread wide open with Minho in between. It was all he could think about. He tried concentrating on the question but he couldn’t, his heart began to increase in speed. All he could focus on was the thin space of water between their hardening cocks.
“Jjong” Minho whispered before closing the space. Jonghyun gasped. Minho pulled them as close together as possible, rocking his hips. Jonghyun trembled. His painful wounds seemed to vanish and were replaced with sensation, shame, and desire. He wanted Minho then more than anything. More than he wanted Taemin and more than he had ever wanted his lover. Although he wasn’t a virgin, he had never once been--let alone thought of ever being with a man. But Minho was the essential exception. Then, shame washed over him just as quickly as desire. How could he have sunk so low? Letting Minho bring him down to such humiliation
“Please, Minho I can’t… don’t…want to” lies rolled off his tongue. His body was already shivering with anticipation.
“Yes, you do.” Minho nipped at his neck. His tongue traced along his collarbone making a weak-willed Jonghyun tremble even more. Jonghyun prayed Minho wouldn’t find it, his sweet spot. But it was inevitable. Minho lightly licked at the soft spot behind his left ear. Jonghyun attempted to hold back a soft moan.
Jonghyun had to find a way to fight back. While Minho teased him, he fiercely thought of his lover. Everything about her, her walk, her talk, the way she dressed, her cooking. How much he loved her. Everything and anything no matter how small, he thought of it.
For a quick moment, Jonghyun had a clear mind. He made a quick break, pushing Minho away, leaping out the tub, and dashing towards the bedroom. He pulled at the knob. It was sealed tight there was no way out. He froze when he felt an ominous presence behind him. His fate was guaranteed. Minho put a strong hand on either side of Jonghyun’s head. Leaning in he said, “There’s nowhere to run.” Jonghyun turned to look at the shadowy lustful eyes of his persecutor.
“Open your mouth” Jonghyun had no choice but to obey, he’d lost all will to fight. He opened his mouth wide enough for a warm tongue to come in and explore every inch.
“Kiss me.” he ordered. Jonghyun kissed him back timidly. Minho rubbed his cock with long hard strokes. His heart raced and his body was scalding. Minho had him hot and bothered with those long strokes.
“Ah! Faster!” Jonghyun was completely under his power. His eyes were glazed over as he looked up at Minho, thrusting into his hand. There was one more thing Minho had to do before he could officially rape him, just to put in that little bit of trust.
Minho kissed his way down Jonghyun’s body. He stopped to nibble and suck at an erect nipple. He licked at every tender wound. Jonghyun moaned like a wanton whore. He hated that he was so sensitive under Minho’s touch but he loved the way it felt. His mind was teeming with pleasure and his knees weak with delight. Minho kissed his stomach before placing himself directly in front of Jonghyun’s hard length.
“P-please...” Jonghyun whined. Gazing at Minho through half lidded eyes, he threaded his fingers into the locks of his hair.
“Please what?” his warm breath tickling the tip of his cock, which twitched in response. Jonghyun took in a shaky breath. He rocked his hips forward to Minho’s sweet mouth. Minho’s hands came up to hold his hasty hips back.
“Please what?” He repeated. This was the worst part, actually saying what Jonghyun was ashamed of. To voice his sinful desires just made them more real. Minho saw the wavering expression on his face, either way he knew which one he’d choose. Resistance was out of the question. He could tell in the way Jonghyun trembled while looking at him, the way his fingers were entangled in his hair, and in the way his eyes were low and glazed over.
“Suck me.” Jonghyun instructed. Minho struggled with another sly smirk.
Minho engulfed him entirely, his tongue moving skillfully. His jaws sucking hard, His head bobbed like a pro. Jonghyun groaned and melted. On reflex, he began thrusting into Minho’s hot mouth. And Minho let him, taking it all. Jonghyun threw his head back and let his eyes close. He repeatedly hit the back of Minho’s throat. He was sucking deeply.
“Ah Minho!” Jonghyun came. Minho swallowed every drop, wiping the corners of his mouth seductively.
Jonghyun, still coming down from his high, opened his eyes terrified. Minho stared at him with an angry, hungry look. Before Jonghyun could even comprehend what was going on, he was back on the bed that was still covered with blood.
Chapter: 3/4
Author: KiWI
Pairing: JongHo
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jonghyun becomes Minho's friend the hard way
“Do not fucking touch me.” Jonghyun cautioned. His blood turned the water ruby red. His wounds seared under the water. However, the water did calm his new blazing tattoo. His head ached considerably. Why didn’t he just run for it? Run and shout for help like a madman. He had no idea where he was, he could be in the middle of nowhere for all he knew. There wasn’t a single window in this place. Moreover, there was Minho leaning over him, the whole time staring at him like some fascinated child. Every few seconds he would touch the wounds causing Jonghyun to wince.
“Will you stop!” Jonghyun yelled. Minho stood up unexpectedly and Jonghyun jumped, slightly afraid. He didn’t want to trigger Minho; he was like a mine field.
“You want me to join you?” he didn’t wait for an answer before he began stripping. Jonghyun’s eyes wandered away, he didn’t even bother protesting. There was no point; Minho was going to do whatever the hell he wanted. Nevertheless, for some reason he couldn’t think of Minho as an evil person. Of course, he was beyond a little crazy but something had to be appealing about him particularly if Taemin has the nerve to put up with his insanity. Maybe it wasn't Minho but Jonghyun himself slipping into insanity.
Minho slid into the red water slowly. His legs were long but the tub was big enough to fit both of them with plenty of legroom still left. Minho splashed the water around from side to side. He didn’t mind one bit that he was taking a bath in someone’s blood. Soon, an uncomfortable stillness settled over the room. Jonghyun noticed for the first time that Minho was at a loss of words.
“Taemin thinks I’m too…tenacious. Do you think I’m too tenacious?” Minho asked earnestly. You have to be fucking kidding me, Jonghyun thought. Not only did he not want this psycho bastard talking to him but also did he seriously just ask him that ridiculous question. Tenacious? He was practically obsessed; his whole world revolved around Taemin. There wasn’t an hour out of the day they weren’t together. He decided not to answer instead sat back and relax, he knew this semi peaceful moment wouldn’t last long. His aching wounds had already begun to dull over, quickly being replaced with a numb sensation.
“You mean that as a rhetorical question right?” Jonghyun raised an eyebrow.
“Jerk…” Minho muttered barely audible but Jonghyun heard it clearly.
“Seriously you want to be calling someone a jerk, right now? You best be joking.” Jonghyun glared at him.
“Aish! Chill, it was only a few cuts. Plus you have no one but yourself to blame.” he retorted. Crossing his arms, Minho pouted.
“A few cuts! A few cuts!” Jonghyun shouted in disbelief. “All I did was put my arm around Taemin and you’re ready to chop me into pieces. Tenacious? What he really meant to say was that you’re obsessed! Completely obsessed! Damn, Minho you don’t even have a friend.”
Why was I even having a conversation with this jackass? Jonghyun thought. What was the point in talking to someone who had put you through hell? Well, not quite hell, he had been through worse. Jonghyun’s upbringing had been filled with lies, betrayal, and pain. Perhaps even worse than Minho’s physical torture. But shouldn’t he be running and shouting right about now, not relaxing in a bathtub of blood with his tormenter.
“Um... Jonghyun I have something to a-ask you?” Did Minho just stutter? Jonghyun thought. He leaned back against the back of the tub. A weird sense of satisfaction appeared on his face. Was the tables actually turning in his favor? He tried to think nothing of it but he still hoped. Perhaps if he used his cleverness to his advantages he could get away from that dreadful second half of the re-education process.
“Well, will you be my friend?” Minho looked up finally with a hopeful smile.
“Hell no” Jonghyun said bluntly. It was out of his mouth before he could even think about it, an automatic response.
“Why” His voice becoming rich and deep. He scooted towards Jonghyun until his back was pushed as far as possible against the back of the tub. He ended up between Jonghyun’s legs his cock barely touching the others. Jonghyun was instantly uncomfortable. He felt even more uneasy than before.
“M-Minho could you go back to your side of the tub?” Jonghyun asked trying to keep his eyes from drifting downward.
“Jonghyunnie answer me.” Minho looked at him through thick eyelashes. He grabbed Jonghyun’s knees, pushed them back, and shifted forward bringing them even closer. He couldn’t focus having his legs spread wide open with Minho in between. It was all he could think about. He tried concentrating on the question but he couldn’t, his heart began to increase in speed. All he could focus on was the thin space of water between their hardening cocks.
“Jjong” Minho whispered before closing the space. Jonghyun gasped. Minho pulled them as close together as possible, rocking his hips. Jonghyun trembled. His painful wounds seemed to vanish and were replaced with sensation, shame, and desire. He wanted Minho then more than anything. More than he wanted Taemin and more than he had ever wanted his lover. Although he wasn’t a virgin, he had never once been--let alone thought of ever being with a man. But Minho was the essential exception. Then, shame washed over him just as quickly as desire. How could he have sunk so low? Letting Minho bring him down to such humiliation
“Please, Minho I can’t… don’t…want to” lies rolled off his tongue. His body was already shivering with anticipation.
“Yes, you do.” Minho nipped at his neck. His tongue traced along his collarbone making a weak-willed Jonghyun tremble even more. Jonghyun prayed Minho wouldn’t find it, his sweet spot. But it was inevitable. Minho lightly licked at the soft spot behind his left ear. Jonghyun attempted to hold back a soft moan.
Jonghyun had to find a way to fight back. While Minho teased him, he fiercely thought of his lover. Everything about her, her walk, her talk, the way she dressed, her cooking. How much he loved her. Everything and anything no matter how small, he thought of it.
For a quick moment, Jonghyun had a clear mind. He made a quick break, pushing Minho away, leaping out the tub, and dashing towards the bedroom. He pulled at the knob. It was sealed tight there was no way out. He froze when he felt an ominous presence behind him. His fate was guaranteed. Minho put a strong hand on either side of Jonghyun’s head. Leaning in he said, “There’s nowhere to run.” Jonghyun turned to look at the shadowy lustful eyes of his persecutor.
“Open your mouth” Jonghyun had no choice but to obey, he’d lost all will to fight. He opened his mouth wide enough for a warm tongue to come in and explore every inch.
“Kiss me.” he ordered. Jonghyun kissed him back timidly. Minho rubbed his cock with long hard strokes. His heart raced and his body was scalding. Minho had him hot and bothered with those long strokes.
“Ah! Faster!” Jonghyun was completely under his power. His eyes were glazed over as he looked up at Minho, thrusting into his hand. There was one more thing Minho had to do before he could officially rape him, just to put in that little bit of trust.
Minho kissed his way down Jonghyun’s body. He stopped to nibble and suck at an erect nipple. He licked at every tender wound. Jonghyun moaned like a wanton whore. He hated that he was so sensitive under Minho’s touch but he loved the way it felt. His mind was teeming with pleasure and his knees weak with delight. Minho kissed his stomach before placing himself directly in front of Jonghyun’s hard length.
“P-please...” Jonghyun whined. Gazing at Minho through half lidded eyes, he threaded his fingers into the locks of his hair.
“Please what?” his warm breath tickling the tip of his cock, which twitched in response. Jonghyun took in a shaky breath. He rocked his hips forward to Minho’s sweet mouth. Minho’s hands came up to hold his hasty hips back.
“Please what?” He repeated. This was the worst part, actually saying what Jonghyun was ashamed of. To voice his sinful desires just made them more real. Minho saw the wavering expression on his face, either way he knew which one he’d choose. Resistance was out of the question. He could tell in the way Jonghyun trembled while looking at him, the way his fingers were entangled in his hair, and in the way his eyes were low and glazed over.
“Suck me.” Jonghyun instructed. Minho struggled with another sly smirk.
Minho engulfed him entirely, his tongue moving skillfully. His jaws sucking hard, His head bobbed like a pro. Jonghyun groaned and melted. On reflex, he began thrusting into Minho’s hot mouth. And Minho let him, taking it all. Jonghyun threw his head back and let his eyes close. He repeatedly hit the back of Minho’s throat. He was sucking deeply.
“Ah Minho!” Jonghyun came. Minho swallowed every drop, wiping the corners of his mouth seductively.
Jonghyun, still coming down from his high, opened his eyes terrified. Minho stared at him with an angry, hungry look. Before Jonghyun could even comprehend what was going on, he was back on the bed that was still covered with blood.