Gamekyu 1-4
Title: Gamekyu
Pairing: Kyuhyun/Heechul
Genre: Smut/humor
Rating: R (smut/language)
Summary: "Wrong," he said, "as you suggested, I should stop playing video games... and, well, I have to find a new interest to spend the day on..." Kyuhyun stopped and waited for confirmation, and Heechul just shrugged his shoulders. But that was more than enough. "So, hyung, you are my new game, let's play."
Kyuhyun hated losing games, and when he became frustrated he'd often reach hiss heavily through grinding teeth teeth. Shoulders hunched forward in concentration, and his eyes beaming at the screen. Nobody could come in between him and the screen without being murdered. His hands crafted over the controls, wildly, and he grunted as he was hit. But he was almost there so close he could taste it. Licking his chapped lips he leaned forward a tad, eager to finish the game. And then something pushed him forward. He flailed and controller flew from his hands, and the sound of sniffled laughter came from behind. When he lifted his face from the floor to his sacred screen - it read GAME OVER. Furious, he sharply turned to see who pushed him, ready to tear their throat out. It was Heechul.
The bastard was smirking, smug, clearly entertained by his despair. Still standing, gloating in the moment, his foot retreating back. He had kicked him. Somehow that just pissed him off further. "Kids shouldn't spend so much time playing video games," his hyung said dutifully, "you should go outside and play."
All Kyuhyun wanted at the moment was to knock that sneer off his face. He got up to his feet, biting the inside of his cheek to control an outburst, "do you have any idea what you've just done?"
Heechul's smug expression faltered for a second, but then he simply crossed his arms, preparing for a wasteful argument, "saved braincells you were wasting?"
The side of Kyuhyun's mouth twitched slightly, video games were not a waste of time! He lightly shook his head, crossing his own arms before replying. "Wrong," he said, "as you suggested, I should stop playing video games... and, well, I have to find a new interest to spend the day on..." Kyuhyun stopped and waited for confirmation, and Heechul just shrugged his shoulders, seemingly getting tried of this fight already... But that was more than enough. "So, hyung, you are my new game, let's play."
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Heechul took Kyuhyun's words as joke and walked away, chuckling under his breath, trying to throw off the seriousness in his dongaseng's voice. There was something else, that definitely made him uneasy, it was that Kyuhyun's beaming stare - like a cat finding new prey on a poor field mouse... That was two hours ago, and since then he had made no such moves to approach him, so Heechul figured his worry was just paranoia. By later that night everything would be blown over, and Kyuhyun would be playing video games again and his effort would be for nothing.
At dinner he talked just as usual, scolding Ryeowook for daydreaming instead of eating his food, and Shindong for eating too much. He could feel a pair of eyes on him, but didn't bother looking over to Kyuhyun. He didn't really want to fall into whatever trap the kid was planning. Heechul had too much pride to do that, but he was sure things would blow off eventually. Besides, whatever images of revenge the boy was amusing himself with, couldn't be that bad, right?
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Kyuhyun felt faint disappointment as Heechul snorted, shaking his head, as he left him standing there. Did he really think he was joking? Dissatisfied, he decided that he would let his hyung bake on the threat for a little while. And much to his joy, it seemed to work. Heechul was on edge at dinner, joking and smiling uncomfortably, clearly avoiding him. Did he really think Gamekyu would let him off easily? No, he most definitely wouldn't allow it. He had almost reached level one hundred this could not go without vengeance.
As dinner was finished, and everyone cleared out to let Donghae and Leeteuk clean the dishes, as it was their turn, Kyuhyun decided it was time for him to get his new toy. "Hyung," he called in Heechul's direction.
The older male looked back at him - his face perfectly composed. Wasn't he worried at all? "Yes?" he asked, and smiled.
He seemed to be pretending to forget the threat earlier, even though he had obviously avoided him at dinner. His hyung was a really good actor, he had to give him that. Or had he really forgotten? Kyuhyun gritted his teeth in slight frustration, this game wasn't very much fun, "nothing," he muttered and Heechul shrugged turning back to Siwon. The two seemed to be having a discussion about religion, nothing new. Every member in the dorm could honestly say, you had to be impressed over Siwon's determination. But Heechul, as he said, was a 'lost case', and made it clear he wasn't about to suddenly become religious despite the man's preaching. They were nice stories, though, he had put them off as. Which was the only reason he allowed the younger male preach to him.
Kyuhyun retreated back to his room, biting his lip to prevent the frustration from surfacing - that was just what he wanted. So, he sat on his bed and pondered. What could he do to ensure that his hyung never forgot that he was his game? What could he do? And then a thought came to mind... It was so terrible, yet genius, he didn't know whether to grin or scowl himself for thinking of it. Could he really do such a thing? Siwon would curse him, and splash holy water at him for even thinking of such a thing... But Heechul wouldn't forget it easily. That he would not.
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Heechul looked back to see Kyuhyun retreating to his room. Was that all? He really didn't think so, and he really didn't believe he had forgotten about his so-called game on him yet. Yes, he did that the threat to heart. The way the boy said it was unsettling, but Heechul had decided it would be best to act it like was nothing. He turned back to Siwon, whom was trying to explain Jesus, God, and the holy spirit being one. Really, Heechul couldn't accept one man being three beings - it was just impossible. Siwon argued he wasn't a human he was a everything, a being of beauty, good, and love. His ears perked slightly at the sound of beauty, and a comment came to mind, but he held it back. He was too busy worrying about what Kyuhyun was surely plotting.
Kim Heechul was not afraid, no, he was just a little paranoid. Wouldn't you be if someone threatened to get you back? He was afraid Kyuhyun would show up in the middle of the night to shave his head, so he didn't fall asleep until sometime around midnight.
And then he heard a soft, harsh noise - the sound of someone swearing. Just after the squeak, followed by a shift in weight, on his bed as someone crawled in. There was a cool breeze on his back as the covers were lifted, and then warmth as he felt a body pressing against his back. He hummed, assuming it was Yesung making his annual rounds or Donghae who just had a nightmare. But then he felt and heard soft breathing against his ear, "time to play." Heechul shoved backward, his frayed nerves awakening at the sound of a familiar voice, and had every intention of pushing it out of his bed. He heard a grunt, but he was pushed forward and locked down by legs and one arm strapped around his chest, binding him against the warm body. Heechul couldn't move, surprised by the strength of the other person, or maybe he was too tried and the grip was to constricting. Either way, he doubted he would be getting anywhere.
He opened his mouth to say something, but then he felt it. Kyuhyun's free hand trailing down his arm and then up his shirt. He tried to squirm lose, in discomfort, as the hand rubbed against his nipples. "Hmm, not bad buttons," he heard his dongesang mutter. He was going to use his body as a controller? He as fucking insane! As Heechul fought to free himself the hold on him just tightened. And by now his hand was diving down his jeans, "if I could find the joint stick," Kyuhyun whispered again, "ah, there it is..." Heechul felt a squeeze, and bit his lip to keep from groaning. Desperate now, he opened his mouth to yell for help, but Kyuhyun silenced him by giving him another squeeze. Instead something like a yelp came out. He felt the younger boy's chest shaking against his back, in silent laughter no doubt.
And Kyuhyun seemed quite intent on playing him like a joint stick. He rotated, and his fingers faltered over him again and again. Heechul felt his whole body become weak in pleasure, and as much as he hated it - he couldn't. He even fight, just barely containing small squeals of pleasure. He didn't even notice Kyuhyun wasn't holding him down any longer. Instead other hand was pushing up his shirt in search of Heechul's buttons. His chin touched neatly on his shoulder, so he could whisper some gaming nonsense in his ear. "Ohhh, one more shot to go," he muttered pressing Heechul's 'button' hard.
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Kyuhyun had planned everything. Waiting until late to visit his toy, and almost chickening out. But once he had Heechul pinned down there was no going back. His hand trailed down on smooth arm, surprised on how soft the skin was. As he trailed up his hyung's shirt he could feel the faint definition of muscles. Heechul squirmed, but Kyuhyun was not satisfied yet. His hands trailed stopping to rub his nipples, smirking and executing act one of his plan. He was a little surprised as Heechul fiercely tried to free himself, but he held him down harder, straining to keep his hyung under control... It would ruin everything.
His hand trailed down, and down until he reached it, the lining of Heechul's pj bottoms. He took a deep breath before diving further down. He gripped his hyung, and squeeze relatively hard, pleased as he heard a groan escape his lips. He paused before continuing.
He really wasn't sure when it was that he let go of Heechul, and when that his hand instinctively was sliding up his shirt. He didn't know why he suddenly felt aroused at the feeling of his hyung hot and shaky in his grasp. He was become too taken in the game. This couldn't go on any longer. He let go of the controller and muttered, more to himself than Heechul, "game over." And then he rose from the bed, left the room, quietly shutting the door behind him. "Fuck," he groaned.
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Heechul was so close. His body shook uncontrollably, and he leaned back into Kyuhyun's warmth. He knew he would regret it later, but none of that mattered at the moment. He just need to finish. But then he felt Kyuhyun, the devil, hesitant. His hands retreating, and he uttered the most evil words, "game over." And then he was gone, and all that was left was the soft click of the door on the way out. He was pissed, so pissed, he could have killed Kyuhyun at that moment. He had gotten this far, so why couldn't he just finish the game? Heechul was forced to finish it himself.
As he lied there, now fully awake, he thought about what had just happened. When Kyuhyun said he was his new game he literally meant he was going to play him like a game set? He closed his eyes, remembering the words that were whispered softly into his ear. This was messed up. He couldn't decided whether to confront Kyuhyun about it, or pretend it never happened - after all, he had his pride to consider. He had been the one to play into the little game. Damn it.
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Part 2
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Kyuhyun's plan didn't go to plan. Instead of Heechul just suffering, why was he? He couldn't get any sleep afterwords! Several times he paced the corridor, thinking about what had just happened. He had lost control. With his hyung shaking, looking so vulnerable, in his arms - he wasn't thinking about his plan... No, he had completely lost his sense of direction, and if he hadn't left that room when he did, Kyuhyun feared he would have lost to his own game. He hated losing.
As he paced the hallway, stopping every time he passed Heechul's door. Somehow he would even consider entering... But he couldn't lose, just couldn't. At last he ended up curling under the safe covers of his own bed. That didn't help at all. He couldn't sleep. Instead his thoughts wandered. What would Heechul do tomorrow? Would he outright confront him, in front of everyone? He was known to do unusual things, so Kyuhyun didn't know what kind of reaction to expect. Mind set on making up different delusions about how his hyung would react. Some, were completely deluded and not at all right. But somehow he wished they were.
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Revenge, they say, is bad. Because it always leads to an endless path of revenge. Yes, Heechul had heard this many times over, but those people didn't have done to them what he did last night. He was going to make Cho Kyuhyun pay for what he did. He could hear a little Teuk in his head, you are his hyung. More mature, and you should be above this. But he wasn't. He didn't dare drag anyone else in on the game because that wouldn't be bad just for Kyuhyun, but it would be terrible for him. He could already see Siwon coming down and wanting to make him 'talk' about it. Most of the members would awkwardly try to avoid the topic, or watch him like he was going to break. No, this was between him and Cho Kyuhyun.
Revenge is hard. When going to get it you have to come up with something worse, or equal to match that of what the other person has done. Otherwise it's useless, not satisfying enough. Luckily he had all not to plan what he was going to do because he didn't sleep. How could he? After being attacked in the middle of the night. He doubted a second would come during the same night, but the somehow Kyhyun's presence stayed.
But here was the plan. Around six all the members are woken up, but no one actually gets up until seven. Then the showers are swarmed, but it was two people per bathroom. Kyuhyun would probably go in around seven thirty, so then Heechul would sneak in, claiming to need soap.
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Not wanting to be scolded, Kyuhyun pretended to be asleep as Shindong came and shook him a little. The first time was always just a warning though. So, he waited and heard the door click as the older male went to use the bathroom first. It was morning. For so long he lied there and prayed that morning would never come, and that some how staying up all night would prevent it. But here it was, and the sun shone red and orange through the blinds. He was exhausted. When Shindong got out, he was more than ready to take a shower. He felt gross, and maybe taking a shower would wake him up. He glanced in the mirror, to see two dead eyes looking wary, and groaned. He should have tried to get some rest.
The water felt good on his body. It seemed to was away the grime of staying up all night, like dew, and relaxed his muscles. Mind clear, he heard the bathroom door open briefly then close. "Hyung? Did you forget something?" soap is in his eyes so he couldn't seem. But he heard a faint rustling. And then something was getting in the shower. Jumping back, and clutching the handle bar for support he tried to clear the soap from his eyes, "Shindong!"
"No," said a voice both vicious and somewhat sexy, and he knew who it was. Heechul. Before he could yell for help, or jump out of the tub a hand curled around his side and pushed him back against the wall and the bar. It took him a minute to realize that Heechul was naked as well because something smooth braced against his chest. But who really wore clothes in the shower? Then, something soft against his lips, Heechul was kissing him! In the shower, with shampoo still in his hair, he was so baffled all he could do was stand their blankly. In all of the scenarios he had planned in his head, this was not one of them.
Heechul kissed really awkwardly. Maybe because he was with another man, or maybe because it was simply his style - either really wouldn't surprise him. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, he simply tuned into the pleasure. Smooth skin rubbing against his own, and soft, kissable lips on his. Before long he was kissing back, slowly growing more ferocious. He was so... kissable.
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Heechul hadn't expected it to go so well. When the boy didn't fiercely push him away, but started kissing him he froze briefly. Somehow it felt strange. He felt a little dizzy, but he assumed it was from the steam building from the hot water. He could feel one of Kyhyun's hand on his waist and the other stroking his cheek instinctively, what was he? A girl to toy with? He sharply bit the boy's lip and felt him wince in return. But it seemed to bring him to his senses because his hand slide limp to his side.
He looked confused at first, and then irritated. Which was exactly the reaction Heechul desired. "Two can play that sort game," he hissed before climbing out of the shower, glancing back only to savor his dongaseng's lost expression.
Shindong gave him a weird look as he retreated from the bathroom with a towel draped over his head, to hide his wet hair. "Ah, I don't get you hyung," he said trying to shake off his abnormal behavior, but then he was always, well, unusual. He didn't say anything in reply, only smirked from underneath the towel.
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Kyuhyun had been left dumbfounded. Somehow, just by that encounter, he had been turned on. And now, was fully awake. He was being challenged. His cunning hyung was challenging him to bet him at his own game. If that was it, then Kyuhyun willingly accepted. He would get him back just as well as this surprising morning.
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Part 3
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Heechul sucked at dancing. It certainly wasn't a secret, but it sure was entertaining. To see his hyung flailing his arms awkwardly, trying to repeat the steps that Eunhyuk could do so flawlessly. But because Kyuhyun was watching he seemed to get more and more frustrated as he messed up, and more frustrated at his dongseang's pure amusement as he did. Slowly, he got worse, until Eunhyuk let out an exhausted sigh, "I'm sorry hyung, but I have to go to the radio station." He gave Eunhyuk a curt nod as he packed up, and then he headed out for his the next part of his busy schedule.
Kyuhyun spotted this as the perfect moment to act out his plans. "Ah, hyung? You still practicing? Would you like my help?" he offered, a smirk playing on his lips as the older boy grimaced. "Of course you'd have to pay me back."
"As if, I don't want your help. So don't go around calling for favors then expecting payment," Heechul replied dryly as he tried the steps that he had managed to remember. Kyuhyun couldn't help it, but he felt almost pity toward his hyung. Even after three hours of dance practice, he just seemed to get worse.
"You look like you could use my help, after all, you are doing it entirely wrong," Kyuhyun stepped forward and showed him the first few steps. He tried not to smile when he saw Heechul's reflection in the mirror mimicking his movements carefully. "And then this," he said moving halfway through the dance, with Heechul trying to copy his movements. When he suddenly stopped, he almost laughed outright at the confused expression of Heechul's reflection. "No freebies, sorry, we've made it halfway through, so you have to give me half of the pay - otherwise I don't know if you will ever pay up."
Heechul did not look amused. In fact, he looked outright pissed. But just when Kyuhyun thought the reflection of Heechul was going to jump behind his back and strangle him, he heard a long sigh. "Fine. I'll give you however much you want, but you have to teach me those steps until I know them by heart." He seemed not even sure of what he was saying himself, but he reluctantly dug his wallet out of his pocket, before looking expectantly up at Kyuhyun.
Kyuhyun was dumbfounded. He never anticipated his hyung to pay on his own free will, let alone accept his help. This was better than he was hoping. He turned around to face Heechul, who was digging through his wallet, "hyung, I'm afraid, money is not what I want. You see, I love games, and I never lose them." He saw Heechul open his mouth to object, but before he could let out a word Kyuhyun leaned forward and kissed the same lips that had kissed him earlier that day. It was weird, that just that morning those soft, delicate lips had been on his, and that he found - he really couldn't wait to have them again. When Heechul didn't react, he slipped in tongue into his slightly parted lips, and tasted-
"Fuck!" Kyuhyun yelled as he pushed the older boy away. He winced in pain as the taste of blood filled his mouth. Heechul had bit him. "What was that for? Now that I think about, you bit me this morning as well! You have a sadistic streak or something?"
Heechul didn't answer as he leaned against the wall, looking a little lost, "No, you just caught me by surprise."
"So, everyone who catches you by surprise gets to have their tongue bit off?" cried Kyuhyun defensively. His tongue hurt, and now he had lost what ever mood he was trying to set up.
The older man's face turned stony, "oh? Well, it isn't everyday someone goes around asking me to pay for dance lessons with my body, and then tries to tongue me!" he crossed his arms, waiting for a response.
Kyuhyun crossed his own arms, tempted to click his tongue - but knew it would be too painful, "OH? And you didn't seem to have a problem with that sort of kissing this morning. When you caught me off guard, did you?" He took a step forward, unfolding his arms, "plus, you promised to pay me however much I wanted. I say I want you, hyung, however much I can get." He trapped his poor, poor victim between his two extended hands, and looked expectantly at him, "so, kiss me hyung."
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Heechul hated having Eunhyuk as a trainer. For one, he was younger than he was, and also more talented at dance. Two, he didn't like being pressured into things by his manager, and that is exactly what these lessons were. Honestly, he wasn't trying to bring it out on Eunhyuk, since he was trying his best, but he couldn't help but feel frustrated as he couldn't master the steps he did so easily. He had brain to body coordination. He told himself to step back, and he stepped forward. And as he was exhausted with mentally and physically, he got worse. And Kyuhyun's, that damn brat, laughter got louder.
When Eunhyuk announced it was about time for his radio show, Heechul could only give him a nod. He feared if he opened his mouth, then he would let out his frustration on the poor soul who had been personally teaching him for an hour. The other two, he had spent here since he had an mostly empty morning. He would spend it perfecting the dance, so he could spend the least amount of time as a "trainee" just learning a simple dance. Perhaps he could manage to salvage his pride, or what ever was left of it.
Not that Kyuhyun's presence there was any help. And the help that he offers, is Kim Heechul really that desperate to accept it, for a second - only a second - he thinks, yes. He has only a week to learn the steps, before he have to perform it live, and the sooner he gets it done - the better. The steps he have managed to remember won't suffice either. And when Kyuhyun shows the right steps, he just follows. He doesn't think what will follow, only that he wants to get this right, for once.
So, it comes as a shock when he suggest 'the game'. Then slipping his tongue into another man's mouth, his respectable hyung's month, was just not acceptable. So, all Heechul does is give him a taste of sense. For it, he is shoved into a wall and yelled at. Now he was being yelled at? No fucking way. And even as Heechul objects, and plays his cards carefully, Kyuyhun was hiding an ace. Stealing the stupid, careless, impulsive words he said himself. How dare this, this brat act so smug! He was going to kill him. Cho Kyhuyun would be no more! "How dare you, you brat-t-t"
The brat seems impatient, and it also seems he hasn't learned form earlier. He stole Heechul's words away with a kiss. One that was fierce, and taunting. As if he was saying, "I am a better kisser than you." As if, Heechul wouldn't let him get away with that. He grasped Kyuhyun's tee shirt tightly, and then turned the tables. He wouldn't let a kid win. Nobody taunted Kim Heechul, without consequences. He skillfully slipped his tongue into Kyuhyun's mouth, exploring the faint taste of blood and peppermint before parting for air. Kyuhyun held him back, despite his obvious protest to continue, "why do you taste like strawberries?"
What kind of a question was that, at a time like this? The kid was interrupting valuable kissing time, to ask why he tasted strawberries? "I had some in my cereal this morning," he reached up, and pulled him close again, "got a problem with that?" Kyuhyun seemed to leave it at that because when he pressed forward, he didn't hear or feel a sign of objection.
Heechul awkwardly licked Kyuhyun's lips, he had been told long ago he was a bad kisser, and after he had spent a lot of time practicing to make sure that never happened again. He felt Kyuhyun oblige. This time they were both in unison, as the pulled away in heavy breaths and came back together. He greedily rubbed against the younger boy's pressed boy, like a cat seeking attention. He could feel him groan between their lips, and hastily opened his to see Kyuhyun's were already open - staring at him. Heechul pulled away, "what is the matter now?"
Kyuhyun just stares for a long while before answering, "I don't know."
Heechul narrowed his eyes, "fine then. I will pay you back now," he got down down and began to unbutton the younger boy's pants without hesitation. Once Heechul set his mind to something, there was no going back. He pulled them down to his knees, his hand gently trailing the younger boy's thigh. He felt him shiver, and smirked up at him as he reached for his underwear next.
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Kyuhyun's challenge had worked. And somehow Heechul had taken control. His soft, edible lips pressing to your own, and then he was being turned about. His back was painfully pushed to the wall, but another body was just touching his. It was almost maddening, to only have a few centimeters between them, when he wanted feel that smooth skin against his own. He'd have to focus on the lips. But, before he knew it Heechul had slipped into his mouth. He didn't know what to do, but he did know he wanted a taste as well. This time, he didn't get bitten. He explored as far as he could, before they pulled away for air, and the taste of something lingered, something... He held back him, trying to figure out what it was. Strawberries. Somehow, it was seemed to suit Heechul. Strawberries, but that didn't rid himself of the question, "why do you taste like strawberries?"
He didn't realize he had this said out loud, until he saw Heechul roll his eyes in annoyance. "I had some in my cereal this morning," he said, clearly irritated by the interruption. He felt a hand wrap around the back of of his neck, and gently pull him back toward the lips he never wished he had left, "got a problem with that?" Kyuhyun was going to say something dorky, like no, but he figured all it would do was ruin the mood. Besides, he was already sick of talking.
And so he let Heechul do what he wanted. He watched the older man, who had instinctively closed his eyes, as he awkwardly kissed on. And finally their bodies touched, and he couldn't hold back a groan. He watched as Heechul lazily opened his eyes, and his expression became clouded. "What is the matter now?"
Kyuhyun didn't know what to say. Only, he wanted more. He wanted to watch him more, and taste him more. It had to be lust, he was only lost in the moment. Wasn't he? He just started as Heechul's hands were placed on either side of his hips, "I don't know."
He fidgeted as Heechul glared at him, but froze when he got down and started to unbutton his jeans. This was really happening, right? This wasn't some sick dream? He looked down at his hyung, watching in fascination, interrupted when he glared upward again, "you better behave, or I'll kill you," he grumbled and then it started. Kyuhyun hardly lasted a minute.
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Part 4
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"And we will continue Lies and Truth, in our next segment! But right now we have a very special guest to welcome, Super Junior's Kim Heechul!" there was a round of applause as Heechul stepped on stage, styling his blond hair pulled back and a new dark suit. He bowed respectively to the host before taking a seat across from him. Fidgeting, slightly, as the camera zoomed in on his face, even after all these years, he could not get rid of the discomfort of being in front of cameras. It was not hard for any of the members to pick up on his slight apprehension, especially not a certain maknae who was watching from the couch.
But the show played on, Heechul answering questions, and occasionally making his way out of some with wit. Whenever he joked, the host's bosterious laugh would fill the room, and Kyuhyun would winch slightly. With his attention dwindling, Kyuhyun wished he hadn't given up his video games. He started, absently, at the game set that was tucked away in a box next to the tv set.. "Now, the question everyone has been waiting for! Heechul's ideal type!" Kyuhyun's attention was drawn back to the televison.
Heechul laughed and turned away from the camera's shot. It took a minute for him to turn back around, and looked calmly back. "My ideal type? Some pretty and gentle," there was a soft 'aww' as Heechul hid a shy smile behind his fingers. The host suggested a name or two and Heechul just shrugged. "I like someone who won't play games, just tells me they love me." His smile grew into a short lived smirk, as if he knew Kyuhyun would be watching. Kyuhyun grabbed the remote, ready to change the channel, he wouldn't give into Kim Heechul's wishes! But then he stopped, as he heard Heechul say his name "Kyuhyun... Kyuhyun is really inexperienced when it comes to relationships, he needs a girlfriend," some people started laughing, and some let out a soft 'aww' again. The host started to say something, but there was a sudden snap, and then silence. Kyuhyun stared at the black screen, and ground his teeth. Okay, if that was how he was going to play it, then Gamekyu would just do better.
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Heechul wiped his face on his sleeve, muttering curses to himself. He hadn't expected Kyuhyun to be, well, so fast. He hadn't pulled away in time and ended up with some on his face. After all, you couldn't expect the Kim Hee Chul to swallow. He looked up, Kyuhyun was obviously still getting over it. Standing there, panting, and wiping sweat from his brow. "No matter how mature you act, Kyu, you're still just a horny teenager, aren't you?" a mock reaching Heechul's lips.
This seemed to catch the teenager's attention, and his mouth snapped shut. His jaw shifting angrily, "shut up," he growled and yanked up his drawers. Heechul really couldn't help laughing, was he pouting? That was just too... Too brat like. Heechul wiped the rest off his face, on his now ruined teeshirt, and sighed. He wasn't about to keep his shirt now, but it had been one of his favorites. Kyu-brat was going too pay for it. At least he'd shower before heading back to the apartment. His next appointment was a talk show, but that wasn't until much later. He pushed himself off the floor with a groan and smirked at the younger male, "well, I better go take a shower. You too, you don't want to smell after all that exercise.
Kyuhyun simply shrugged his shoulders and murmured, "whatever." Heechul knew he was being an ass to the poor, embarrassed brat. But, frankly, he didn't care. Kyu-brat asked for it, and so he got what he wanted. He had no reason to be pouting. With all that said and done, Heechul headed off for the showers. Shrugging out of his ruined shirt and throwing it in the waste basket. It was a real waste, but he wasn't about to bring something coated with, well, Kyu home. Plus, he was sure it would reek by the time he got it home. Turning the handle he let the warm water was away everything.
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It was late when Heechul got home. The filming for the interview went rather smoothly, so he thought, but after he was dragged to dinner. It's not that Heechul couldn't appreciate a good meal, but he was really glad to be home. He had to get up in six hours and repeat the process all over again. Practice, practice some more, and then a photo shoot. But he was determined to get it right. He had already promised himself to wake up two hours early to get some training in before his dongaseng mentored him the steps, he did have some sort of pride to preserve. Besides, people would swoon for a handsome and talented god such as himself, he just had to put up a bit of effort.
The apartment was silent when he returned. Many of the members were either asleep or out doing their own activities. Which suited him just fine, since he really was tried. Taking off his shoes, he dragged himself to his room, and collapsed on the bed. Wondering, unconciously, if Kyuhyun had got the message he had sent him earlier today. The thought made him chuckle, but it was unlikely since he didn't watch much television. Speaking of which, where was the brat anyway? Heechul was bored, and everyone was asleep or busy. It wasn't like Kyuhyun had anything important to be doing, right? Especially since he quit video games, he was supposed to be paying attention to his hyung.
Then, there was the unsettling fact, that despite he hated Kyuhyun for his lack of respect, he really missed the idiot when he wasn't around. It was boring without him. Sighing, he got up and headed for the kitchen to get something to drink, and as he passed the living room, he spotted him. Kyuhyun was sitting their, crossed legged on the couch. He blinked a bit in disbelief, seeing that the boy was playing a console game, completely engrossed that he hardly noticed him Heechul standing there. Then after a moment he looked up and smiled, "oh, hi hyung..."
Pairing: Kyuhyun/Heechul
Genre: Smut/humor
Rating: R (smut/language)
Summary: "Wrong," he said, "as you suggested, I should stop playing video games... and, well, I have to find a new interest to spend the day on..." Kyuhyun stopped and waited for confirmation, and Heechul just shrugged his shoulders. But that was more than enough. "So, hyung, you are my new game, let's play."
Kyuhyun hated losing games, and when he became frustrated he'd often reach hiss heavily through grinding teeth teeth. Shoulders hunched forward in concentration, and his eyes beaming at the screen. Nobody could come in between him and the screen without being murdered. His hands crafted over the controls, wildly, and he grunted as he was hit. But he was almost there so close he could taste it. Licking his chapped lips he leaned forward a tad, eager to finish the game. And then something pushed him forward. He flailed and controller flew from his hands, and the sound of sniffled laughter came from behind. When he lifted his face from the floor to his sacred screen - it read GAME OVER. Furious, he sharply turned to see who pushed him, ready to tear their throat out. It was Heechul.
The bastard was smirking, smug, clearly entertained by his despair. Still standing, gloating in the moment, his foot retreating back. He had kicked him. Somehow that just pissed him off further. "Kids shouldn't spend so much time playing video games," his hyung said dutifully, "you should go outside and play."
All Kyuhyun wanted at the moment was to knock that sneer off his face. He got up to his feet, biting the inside of his cheek to control an outburst, "do you have any idea what you've just done?"
Heechul's smug expression faltered for a second, but then he simply crossed his arms, preparing for a wasteful argument, "saved braincells you were wasting?"
The side of Kyuhyun's mouth twitched slightly, video games were not a waste of time! He lightly shook his head, crossing his own arms before replying. "Wrong," he said, "as you suggested, I should stop playing video games... and, well, I have to find a new interest to spend the day on..." Kyuhyun stopped and waited for confirmation, and Heechul just shrugged his shoulders, seemingly getting tried of this fight already... But that was more than enough. "So, hyung, you are my new game, let's play."
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Heechul took Kyuhyun's words as joke and walked away, chuckling under his breath, trying to throw off the seriousness in his dongaseng's voice. There was something else, that definitely made him uneasy, it was that Kyuhyun's beaming stare - like a cat finding new prey on a poor field mouse... That was two hours ago, and since then he had made no such moves to approach him, so Heechul figured his worry was just paranoia. By later that night everything would be blown over, and Kyuhyun would be playing video games again and his effort would be for nothing.
At dinner he talked just as usual, scolding Ryeowook for daydreaming instead of eating his food, and Shindong for eating too much. He could feel a pair of eyes on him, but didn't bother looking over to Kyuhyun. He didn't really want to fall into whatever trap the kid was planning. Heechul had too much pride to do that, but he was sure things would blow off eventually. Besides, whatever images of revenge the boy was amusing himself with, couldn't be that bad, right?
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Kyuhyun felt faint disappointment as Heechul snorted, shaking his head, as he left him standing there. Did he really think he was joking? Dissatisfied, he decided that he would let his hyung bake on the threat for a little while. And much to his joy, it seemed to work. Heechul was on edge at dinner, joking and smiling uncomfortably, clearly avoiding him. Did he really think Gamekyu would let him off easily? No, he most definitely wouldn't allow it. He had almost reached level one hundred this could not go without vengeance.
As dinner was finished, and everyone cleared out to let Donghae and Leeteuk clean the dishes, as it was their turn, Kyuhyun decided it was time for him to get his new toy. "Hyung," he called in Heechul's direction.
The older male looked back at him - his face perfectly composed. Wasn't he worried at all? "Yes?" he asked, and smiled.
He seemed to be pretending to forget the threat earlier, even though he had obviously avoided him at dinner. His hyung was a really good actor, he had to give him that. Or had he really forgotten? Kyuhyun gritted his teeth in slight frustration, this game wasn't very much fun, "nothing," he muttered and Heechul shrugged turning back to Siwon. The two seemed to be having a discussion about religion, nothing new. Every member in the dorm could honestly say, you had to be impressed over Siwon's determination. But Heechul, as he said, was a 'lost case', and made it clear he wasn't about to suddenly become religious despite the man's preaching. They were nice stories, though, he had put them off as. Which was the only reason he allowed the younger male preach to him.
Kyuhyun retreated back to his room, biting his lip to prevent the frustration from surfacing - that was just what he wanted. So, he sat on his bed and pondered. What could he do to ensure that his hyung never forgot that he was his game? What could he do? And then a thought came to mind... It was so terrible, yet genius, he didn't know whether to grin or scowl himself for thinking of it. Could he really do such a thing? Siwon would curse him, and splash holy water at him for even thinking of such a thing... But Heechul wouldn't forget it easily. That he would not.
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Heechul looked back to see Kyuhyun retreating to his room. Was that all? He really didn't think so, and he really didn't believe he had forgotten about his so-called game on him yet. Yes, he did that the threat to heart. The way the boy said it was unsettling, but Heechul had decided it would be best to act it like was nothing. He turned back to Siwon, whom was trying to explain Jesus, God, and the holy spirit being one. Really, Heechul couldn't accept one man being three beings - it was just impossible. Siwon argued he wasn't a human he was a everything, a being of beauty, good, and love. His ears perked slightly at the sound of beauty, and a comment came to mind, but he held it back. He was too busy worrying about what Kyuhyun was surely plotting.
Kim Heechul was not afraid, no, he was just a little paranoid. Wouldn't you be if someone threatened to get you back? He was afraid Kyuhyun would show up in the middle of the night to shave his head, so he didn't fall asleep until sometime around midnight.
And then he heard a soft, harsh noise - the sound of someone swearing. Just after the squeak, followed by a shift in weight, on his bed as someone crawled in. There was a cool breeze on his back as the covers were lifted, and then warmth as he felt a body pressing against his back. He hummed, assuming it was Yesung making his annual rounds or Donghae who just had a nightmare. But then he felt and heard soft breathing against his ear, "time to play." Heechul shoved backward, his frayed nerves awakening at the sound of a familiar voice, and had every intention of pushing it out of his bed. He heard a grunt, but he was pushed forward and locked down by legs and one arm strapped around his chest, binding him against the warm body. Heechul couldn't move, surprised by the strength of the other person, or maybe he was too tried and the grip was to constricting. Either way, he doubted he would be getting anywhere.
He opened his mouth to say something, but then he felt it. Kyuhyun's free hand trailing down his arm and then up his shirt. He tried to squirm lose, in discomfort, as the hand rubbed against his nipples. "Hmm, not bad buttons," he heard his dongesang mutter. He was going to use his body as a controller? He as fucking insane! As Heechul fought to free himself the hold on him just tightened. And by now his hand was diving down his jeans, "if I could find the joint stick," Kyuhyun whispered again, "ah, there it is..." Heechul felt a squeeze, and bit his lip to keep from groaning. Desperate now, he opened his mouth to yell for help, but Kyuhyun silenced him by giving him another squeeze. Instead something like a yelp came out. He felt the younger boy's chest shaking against his back, in silent laughter no doubt.
And Kyuhyun seemed quite intent on playing him like a joint stick. He rotated, and his fingers faltered over him again and again. Heechul felt his whole body become weak in pleasure, and as much as he hated it - he couldn't. He even fight, just barely containing small squeals of pleasure. He didn't even notice Kyuhyun wasn't holding him down any longer. Instead other hand was pushing up his shirt in search of Heechul's buttons. His chin touched neatly on his shoulder, so he could whisper some gaming nonsense in his ear. "Ohhh, one more shot to go," he muttered pressing Heechul's 'button' hard.
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Kyuhyun had planned everything. Waiting until late to visit his toy, and almost chickening out. But once he had Heechul pinned down there was no going back. His hand trailed down on smooth arm, surprised on how soft the skin was. As he trailed up his hyung's shirt he could feel the faint definition of muscles. Heechul squirmed, but Kyuhyun was not satisfied yet. His hands trailed stopping to rub his nipples, smirking and executing act one of his plan. He was a little surprised as Heechul fiercely tried to free himself, but he held him down harder, straining to keep his hyung under control... It would ruin everything.
His hand trailed down, and down until he reached it, the lining of Heechul's pj bottoms. He took a deep breath before diving further down. He gripped his hyung, and squeeze relatively hard, pleased as he heard a groan escape his lips. He paused before continuing.
He really wasn't sure when it was that he let go of Heechul, and when that his hand instinctively was sliding up his shirt. He didn't know why he suddenly felt aroused at the feeling of his hyung hot and shaky in his grasp. He was become too taken in the game. This couldn't go on any longer. He let go of the controller and muttered, more to himself than Heechul, "game over." And then he rose from the bed, left the room, quietly shutting the door behind him. "Fuck," he groaned.
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Heechul was so close. His body shook uncontrollably, and he leaned back into Kyuhyun's warmth. He knew he would regret it later, but none of that mattered at the moment. He just need to finish. But then he felt Kyuhyun, the devil, hesitant. His hands retreating, and he uttered the most evil words, "game over." And then he was gone, and all that was left was the soft click of the door on the way out. He was pissed, so pissed, he could have killed Kyuhyun at that moment. He had gotten this far, so why couldn't he just finish the game? Heechul was forced to finish it himself.
As he lied there, now fully awake, he thought about what had just happened. When Kyuhyun said he was his new game he literally meant he was going to play him like a game set? He closed his eyes, remembering the words that were whispered softly into his ear. This was messed up. He couldn't decided whether to confront Kyuhyun about it, or pretend it never happened - after all, he had his pride to consider. He had been the one to play into the little game. Damn it.
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Part 2
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Kyuhyun's plan didn't go to plan. Instead of Heechul just suffering, why was he? He couldn't get any sleep afterwords! Several times he paced the corridor, thinking about what had just happened. He had lost control. With his hyung shaking, looking so vulnerable, in his arms - he wasn't thinking about his plan... No, he had completely lost his sense of direction, and if he hadn't left that room when he did, Kyuhyun feared he would have lost to his own game. He hated losing.
As he paced the hallway, stopping every time he passed Heechul's door. Somehow he would even consider entering... But he couldn't lose, just couldn't. At last he ended up curling under the safe covers of his own bed. That didn't help at all. He couldn't sleep. Instead his thoughts wandered. What would Heechul do tomorrow? Would he outright confront him, in front of everyone? He was known to do unusual things, so Kyuhyun didn't know what kind of reaction to expect. Mind set on making up different delusions about how his hyung would react. Some, were completely deluded and not at all right. But somehow he wished they were.
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Revenge, they say, is bad. Because it always leads to an endless path of revenge. Yes, Heechul had heard this many times over, but those people didn't have done to them what he did last night. He was going to make Cho Kyuhyun pay for what he did. He could hear a little Teuk in his head, you are his hyung. More mature, and you should be above this. But he wasn't. He didn't dare drag anyone else in on the game because that wouldn't be bad just for Kyuhyun, but it would be terrible for him. He could already see Siwon coming down and wanting to make him 'talk' about it. Most of the members would awkwardly try to avoid the topic, or watch him like he was going to break. No, this was between him and Cho Kyuhyun.
Revenge is hard. When going to get it you have to come up with something worse, or equal to match that of what the other person has done. Otherwise it's useless, not satisfying enough. Luckily he had all not to plan what he was going to do because he didn't sleep. How could he? After being attacked in the middle of the night. He doubted a second would come during the same night, but the somehow Kyhyun's presence stayed.
But here was the plan. Around six all the members are woken up, but no one actually gets up until seven. Then the showers are swarmed, but it was two people per bathroom. Kyuhyun would probably go in around seven thirty, so then Heechul would sneak in, claiming to need soap.
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Not wanting to be scolded, Kyuhyun pretended to be asleep as Shindong came and shook him a little. The first time was always just a warning though. So, he waited and heard the door click as the older male went to use the bathroom first. It was morning. For so long he lied there and prayed that morning would never come, and that some how staying up all night would prevent it. But here it was, and the sun shone red and orange through the blinds. He was exhausted. When Shindong got out, he was more than ready to take a shower. He felt gross, and maybe taking a shower would wake him up. He glanced in the mirror, to see two dead eyes looking wary, and groaned. He should have tried to get some rest.
The water felt good on his body. It seemed to was away the grime of staying up all night, like dew, and relaxed his muscles. Mind clear, he heard the bathroom door open briefly then close. "Hyung? Did you forget something?" soap is in his eyes so he couldn't seem. But he heard a faint rustling. And then something was getting in the shower. Jumping back, and clutching the handle bar for support he tried to clear the soap from his eyes, "Shindong!"
"No," said a voice both vicious and somewhat sexy, and he knew who it was. Heechul. Before he could yell for help, or jump out of the tub a hand curled around his side and pushed him back against the wall and the bar. It took him a minute to realize that Heechul was naked as well because something smooth braced against his chest. But who really wore clothes in the shower? Then, something soft against his lips, Heechul was kissing him! In the shower, with shampoo still in his hair, he was so baffled all he could do was stand their blankly. In all of the scenarios he had planned in his head, this was not one of them.
Heechul kissed really awkwardly. Maybe because he was with another man, or maybe because it was simply his style - either really wouldn't surprise him. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, he simply tuned into the pleasure. Smooth skin rubbing against his own, and soft, kissable lips on his. Before long he was kissing back, slowly growing more ferocious. He was so... kissable.
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Heechul hadn't expected it to go so well. When the boy didn't fiercely push him away, but started kissing him he froze briefly. Somehow it felt strange. He felt a little dizzy, but he assumed it was from the steam building from the hot water. He could feel one of Kyhyun's hand on his waist and the other stroking his cheek instinctively, what was he? A girl to toy with? He sharply bit the boy's lip and felt him wince in return. But it seemed to bring him to his senses because his hand slide limp to his side.
He looked confused at first, and then irritated. Which was exactly the reaction Heechul desired. "Two can play that sort game," he hissed before climbing out of the shower, glancing back only to savor his dongaseng's lost expression.
Shindong gave him a weird look as he retreated from the bathroom with a towel draped over his head, to hide his wet hair. "Ah, I don't get you hyung," he said trying to shake off his abnormal behavior, but then he was always, well, unusual. He didn't say anything in reply, only smirked from underneath the towel.
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Kyuhyun had been left dumbfounded. Somehow, just by that encounter, he had been turned on. And now, was fully awake. He was being challenged. His cunning hyung was challenging him to bet him at his own game. If that was it, then Kyuhyun willingly accepted. He would get him back just as well as this surprising morning.
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Part 3
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Heechul sucked at dancing. It certainly wasn't a secret, but it sure was entertaining. To see his hyung flailing his arms awkwardly, trying to repeat the steps that Eunhyuk could do so flawlessly. But because Kyuhyun was watching he seemed to get more and more frustrated as he messed up, and more frustrated at his dongseang's pure amusement as he did. Slowly, he got worse, until Eunhyuk let out an exhausted sigh, "I'm sorry hyung, but I have to go to the radio station." He gave Eunhyuk a curt nod as he packed up, and then he headed out for his the next part of his busy schedule.
Kyuhyun spotted this as the perfect moment to act out his plans. "Ah, hyung? You still practicing? Would you like my help?" he offered, a smirk playing on his lips as the older boy grimaced. "Of course you'd have to pay me back."
"As if, I don't want your help. So don't go around calling for favors then expecting payment," Heechul replied dryly as he tried the steps that he had managed to remember. Kyuhyun couldn't help it, but he felt almost pity toward his hyung. Even after three hours of dance practice, he just seemed to get worse.
"You look like you could use my help, after all, you are doing it entirely wrong," Kyuhyun stepped forward and showed him the first few steps. He tried not to smile when he saw Heechul's reflection in the mirror mimicking his movements carefully. "And then this," he said moving halfway through the dance, with Heechul trying to copy his movements. When he suddenly stopped, he almost laughed outright at the confused expression of Heechul's reflection. "No freebies, sorry, we've made it halfway through, so you have to give me half of the pay - otherwise I don't know if you will ever pay up."
Heechul did not look amused. In fact, he looked outright pissed. But just when Kyuhyun thought the reflection of Heechul was going to jump behind his back and strangle him, he heard a long sigh. "Fine. I'll give you however much you want, but you have to teach me those steps until I know them by heart." He seemed not even sure of what he was saying himself, but he reluctantly dug his wallet out of his pocket, before looking expectantly up at Kyuhyun.
Kyuhyun was dumbfounded. He never anticipated his hyung to pay on his own free will, let alone accept his help. This was better than he was hoping. He turned around to face Heechul, who was digging through his wallet, "hyung, I'm afraid, money is not what I want. You see, I love games, and I never lose them." He saw Heechul open his mouth to object, but before he could let out a word Kyuhyun leaned forward and kissed the same lips that had kissed him earlier that day. It was weird, that just that morning those soft, delicate lips had been on his, and that he found - he really couldn't wait to have them again. When Heechul didn't react, he slipped in tongue into his slightly parted lips, and tasted-
"Fuck!" Kyuhyun yelled as he pushed the older boy away. He winced in pain as the taste of blood filled his mouth. Heechul had bit him. "What was that for? Now that I think about, you bit me this morning as well! You have a sadistic streak or something?"
Heechul didn't answer as he leaned against the wall, looking a little lost, "No, you just caught me by surprise."
"So, everyone who catches you by surprise gets to have their tongue bit off?" cried Kyuhyun defensively. His tongue hurt, and now he had lost what ever mood he was trying to set up.
The older man's face turned stony, "oh? Well, it isn't everyday someone goes around asking me to pay for dance lessons with my body, and then tries to tongue me!" he crossed his arms, waiting for a response.
Kyuhyun crossed his own arms, tempted to click his tongue - but knew it would be too painful, "OH? And you didn't seem to have a problem with that sort of kissing this morning. When you caught me off guard, did you?" He took a step forward, unfolding his arms, "plus, you promised to pay me however much I wanted. I say I want you, hyung, however much I can get." He trapped his poor, poor victim between his two extended hands, and looked expectantly at him, "so, kiss me hyung."
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Heechul hated having Eunhyuk as a trainer. For one, he was younger than he was, and also more talented at dance. Two, he didn't like being pressured into things by his manager, and that is exactly what these lessons were. Honestly, he wasn't trying to bring it out on Eunhyuk, since he was trying his best, but he couldn't help but feel frustrated as he couldn't master the steps he did so easily. He had brain to body coordination. He told himself to step back, and he stepped forward. And as he was exhausted with mentally and physically, he got worse. And Kyuhyun's, that damn brat, laughter got louder.
When Eunhyuk announced it was about time for his radio show, Heechul could only give him a nod. He feared if he opened his mouth, then he would let out his frustration on the poor soul who had been personally teaching him for an hour. The other two, he had spent here since he had an mostly empty morning. He would spend it perfecting the dance, so he could spend the least amount of time as a "trainee" just learning a simple dance. Perhaps he could manage to salvage his pride, or what ever was left of it.
Not that Kyuhyun's presence there was any help. And the help that he offers, is Kim Heechul really that desperate to accept it, for a second - only a second - he thinks, yes. He has only a week to learn the steps, before he have to perform it live, and the sooner he gets it done - the better. The steps he have managed to remember won't suffice either. And when Kyuhyun shows the right steps, he just follows. He doesn't think what will follow, only that he wants to get this right, for once.
So, it comes as a shock when he suggest 'the game'. Then slipping his tongue into another man's mouth, his respectable hyung's month, was just not acceptable. So, all Heechul does is give him a taste of sense. For it, he is shoved into a wall and yelled at. Now he was being yelled at? No fucking way. And even as Heechul objects, and plays his cards carefully, Kyuyhun was hiding an ace. Stealing the stupid, careless, impulsive words he said himself. How dare this, this brat act so smug! He was going to kill him. Cho Kyhuyun would be no more! "How dare you, you brat-t-t"
The brat seems impatient, and it also seems he hasn't learned form earlier. He stole Heechul's words away with a kiss. One that was fierce, and taunting. As if he was saying, "I am a better kisser than you." As if, Heechul wouldn't let him get away with that. He grasped Kyuhyun's tee shirt tightly, and then turned the tables. He wouldn't let a kid win. Nobody taunted Kim Heechul, without consequences. He skillfully slipped his tongue into Kyuhyun's mouth, exploring the faint taste of blood and peppermint before parting for air. Kyuhyun held him back, despite his obvious protest to continue, "why do you taste like strawberries?"
What kind of a question was that, at a time like this? The kid was interrupting valuable kissing time, to ask why he tasted strawberries? "I had some in my cereal this morning," he reached up, and pulled him close again, "got a problem with that?" Kyuhyun seemed to leave it at that because when he pressed forward, he didn't hear or feel a sign of objection.
Heechul awkwardly licked Kyuhyun's lips, he had been told long ago he was a bad kisser, and after he had spent a lot of time practicing to make sure that never happened again. He felt Kyuhyun oblige. This time they were both in unison, as the pulled away in heavy breaths and came back together. He greedily rubbed against the younger boy's pressed boy, like a cat seeking attention. He could feel him groan between their lips, and hastily opened his to see Kyuhyun's were already open - staring at him. Heechul pulled away, "what is the matter now?"
Kyuhyun just stares for a long while before answering, "I don't know."
Heechul narrowed his eyes, "fine then. I will pay you back now," he got down down and began to unbutton the younger boy's pants without hesitation. Once Heechul set his mind to something, there was no going back. He pulled them down to his knees, his hand gently trailing the younger boy's thigh. He felt him shiver, and smirked up at him as he reached for his underwear next.
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Kyuhyun's challenge had worked. And somehow Heechul had taken control. His soft, edible lips pressing to your own, and then he was being turned about. His back was painfully pushed to the wall, but another body was just touching his. It was almost maddening, to only have a few centimeters between them, when he wanted feel that smooth skin against his own. He'd have to focus on the lips. But, before he knew it Heechul had slipped into his mouth. He didn't know what to do, but he did know he wanted a taste as well. This time, he didn't get bitten. He explored as far as he could, before they pulled away for air, and the taste of something lingered, something... He held back him, trying to figure out what it was. Strawberries. Somehow, it was seemed to suit Heechul. Strawberries, but that didn't rid himself of the question, "why do you taste like strawberries?"
He didn't realize he had this said out loud, until he saw Heechul roll his eyes in annoyance. "I had some in my cereal this morning," he said, clearly irritated by the interruption. He felt a hand wrap around the back of of his neck, and gently pull him back toward the lips he never wished he had left, "got a problem with that?" Kyuhyun was going to say something dorky, like no, but he figured all it would do was ruin the mood. Besides, he was already sick of talking.
And so he let Heechul do what he wanted. He watched the older man, who had instinctively closed his eyes, as he awkwardly kissed on. And finally their bodies touched, and he couldn't hold back a groan. He watched as Heechul lazily opened his eyes, and his expression became clouded. "What is the matter now?"
Kyuhyun didn't know what to say. Only, he wanted more. He wanted to watch him more, and taste him more. It had to be lust, he was only lost in the moment. Wasn't he? He just started as Heechul's hands were placed on either side of his hips, "I don't know."
He fidgeted as Heechul glared at him, but froze when he got down and started to unbutton his jeans. This was really happening, right? This wasn't some sick dream? He looked down at his hyung, watching in fascination, interrupted when he glared upward again, "you better behave, or I'll kill you," he grumbled and then it started. Kyuhyun hardly lasted a minute.
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Part 4
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"And we will continue Lies and Truth, in our next segment! But right now we have a very special guest to welcome, Super Junior's Kim Heechul!" there was a round of applause as Heechul stepped on stage, styling his blond hair pulled back and a new dark suit. He bowed respectively to the host before taking a seat across from him. Fidgeting, slightly, as the camera zoomed in on his face, even after all these years, he could not get rid of the discomfort of being in front of cameras. It was not hard for any of the members to pick up on his slight apprehension, especially not a certain maknae who was watching from the couch.
But the show played on, Heechul answering questions, and occasionally making his way out of some with wit. Whenever he joked, the host's bosterious laugh would fill the room, and Kyuhyun would winch slightly. With his attention dwindling, Kyuhyun wished he hadn't given up his video games. He started, absently, at the game set that was tucked away in a box next to the tv set.. "Now, the question everyone has been waiting for! Heechul's ideal type!" Kyuhyun's attention was drawn back to the televison.
Heechul laughed and turned away from the camera's shot. It took a minute for him to turn back around, and looked calmly back. "My ideal type? Some pretty and gentle," there was a soft 'aww' as Heechul hid a shy smile behind his fingers. The host suggested a name or two and Heechul just shrugged. "I like someone who won't play games, just tells me they love me." His smile grew into a short lived smirk, as if he knew Kyuhyun would be watching. Kyuhyun grabbed the remote, ready to change the channel, he wouldn't give into Kim Heechul's wishes! But then he stopped, as he heard Heechul say his name "Kyuhyun... Kyuhyun is really inexperienced when it comes to relationships, he needs a girlfriend," some people started laughing, and some let out a soft 'aww' again. The host started to say something, but there was a sudden snap, and then silence. Kyuhyun stared at the black screen, and ground his teeth. Okay, if that was how he was going to play it, then Gamekyu would just do better.
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Heechul wiped his face on his sleeve, muttering curses to himself. He hadn't expected Kyuhyun to be, well, so fast. He hadn't pulled away in time and ended up with some on his face. After all, you couldn't expect the Kim Hee Chul to swallow. He looked up, Kyuhyun was obviously still getting over it. Standing there, panting, and wiping sweat from his brow. "No matter how mature you act, Kyu, you're still just a horny teenager, aren't you?" a mock reaching Heechul's lips.
This seemed to catch the teenager's attention, and his mouth snapped shut. His jaw shifting angrily, "shut up," he growled and yanked up his drawers. Heechul really couldn't help laughing, was he pouting? That was just too... Too brat like. Heechul wiped the rest off his face, on his now ruined teeshirt, and sighed. He wasn't about to keep his shirt now, but it had been one of his favorites. Kyu-brat was going too pay for it. At least he'd shower before heading back to the apartment. His next appointment was a talk show, but that wasn't until much later. He pushed himself off the floor with a groan and smirked at the younger male, "well, I better go take a shower. You too, you don't want to smell after all that exercise.
Kyuhyun simply shrugged his shoulders and murmured, "whatever." Heechul knew he was being an ass to the poor, embarrassed brat. But, frankly, he didn't care. Kyu-brat asked for it, and so he got what he wanted. He had no reason to be pouting. With all that said and done, Heechul headed off for the showers. Shrugging out of his ruined shirt and throwing it in the waste basket. It was a real waste, but he wasn't about to bring something coated with, well, Kyu home. Plus, he was sure it would reek by the time he got it home. Turning the handle he let the warm water was away everything.
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It was late when Heechul got home. The filming for the interview went rather smoothly, so he thought, but after he was dragged to dinner. It's not that Heechul couldn't appreciate a good meal, but he was really glad to be home. He had to get up in six hours and repeat the process all over again. Practice, practice some more, and then a photo shoot. But he was determined to get it right. He had already promised himself to wake up two hours early to get some training in before his dongaseng mentored him the steps, he did have some sort of pride to preserve. Besides, people would swoon for a handsome and talented god such as himself, he just had to put up a bit of effort.
The apartment was silent when he returned. Many of the members were either asleep or out doing their own activities. Which suited him just fine, since he really was tried. Taking off his shoes, he dragged himself to his room, and collapsed on the bed. Wondering, unconciously, if Kyuhyun had got the message he had sent him earlier today. The thought made him chuckle, but it was unlikely since he didn't watch much television. Speaking of which, where was the brat anyway? Heechul was bored, and everyone was asleep or busy. It wasn't like Kyuhyun had anything important to be doing, right? Especially since he quit video games, he was supposed to be paying attention to his hyung.
Then, there was the unsettling fact, that despite he hated Kyuhyun for his lack of respect, he really missed the idiot when he wasn't around. It was boring without him. Sighing, he got up and headed for the kitchen to get something to drink, and as he passed the living room, he spotted him. Kyuhyun was sitting their, crossed legged on the couch. He blinked a bit in disbelief, seeing that the boy was playing a console game, completely engrossed that he hardly noticed him Heechul standing there. Then after a moment he looked up and smiled, "oh, hi hyung..."