Dare to Escape
Dare to Escape
JaeJoong&Yunho
Romance, Smut, Bittersweet Angst
Summary: Yunho & Changmin abduct Jaejoong.
Dare to Escape
The last set of events JaeJoong could remember was being grabbed from behind, dragged into a van - quick hands blindfolding him while another pair of hands gagged him. Screams drove through his ear drums, his name repeatedly being screamed out. Yoochun! he wanted to scream but the gag prevented him from making even a small whimper. "Go, go!" someone yelled. It all happened so fast, he couldn't think, he couldn't react. It was when he heard the gunshot, that he knew he was a goner.
JaeJoong's sleep was uneasy. The feeling of damp wooden floor's beneath him made him feel like he was in a sauna, sitting on wooden seating's without a towel around his waist; uncomfortable, and the feeling of another person's warmth pressed up against his back, comfortable. Yoochun? He thought to himself as he opened his eyes only to find dark. Shit, this can't be happening. The air was motionless and humid, as if warning him terrible things were going to happen to him. A pair of cold hands ran up and down his legs, aggressively pulling them apart.
Little by little, JaeJoong realized his situation. Naked, blindfolded, gagged, and handcuffed - he knew he was as good as dead and that those cold hands were going to break him.
But it was too ironic, the contrast of hot and cold on his skin as two different people touched his body - like shame and pleasure, comfort and pain. But his body welcomed it, the warmth (to be exact) - the warmth felt too good. He could not for the life of him understand why he felt safe in the warmth the man holding him from behind was providing. The warm arms of the man wrapped around him eased him, and brought him a sense of strange security.
But the uncertainty of what was to come hit him like an ice pick through the brain, making him wince. "Look, he's aroused. This could be fun." A low taunting, half-seductive voice broke the silence. JaeJoong bit into the gag as he felt the cold hands rake his cock, pumping him into an erection that made him angry at himself. No, this can't be happening, he - can't do this to me. He shook his head side to side frantically, grabbing hold of the warm man's hands. He gripped them, gripped them so tightly as if trying to beg with actions rather than words. The man gripped him back, and he didn't know why holding the man's hands made his blood pound like an ocean wave.
Please, please. Stop! He tried to shout, but the gag made him sound disorientated. The warm man said nothing, but responded by kissing JaeJoong's nape, his lips playing on his warm flesh.
"What do you think you're doing? I told you he was mine, didn't I?" The taunting voice said again. Why, why is he so cold? JaeJoong shivered at the cold man's touch, his kisses, his body - it didn't feel right. "Well - I guess for only today. I'll let you have your fun. A reward for shooting down that guard."
Yoochun? JaeJoong jerked up. Yoochun was shot? "Now now," the voice said, "you see, your bodyguard is here somewhere. In one of these rooms. If you don't cooperate, he might just die."
"Chun!" JaeJoong whimpered through his gag. Chun, I'm so sorry. "Here, I'll take that off for you," the man ungagged him, "we don't need to gag you anyways. I just thought you looked sexy with it on."
"CHUN!" JaeJoong choked, his throat dry. "Louder, scream louder!" The voice mocked, in a triumphant laugh. "Scream for him!" He couldn't understand why he sounded nonchalant. What if someone heard his screams, wasn't he afraid of being found out?
"Where are we?" JaeJoong asked, trying to mask the tremors in his voice. "No where." The man replied, pronouncing it was a solid NO and a sly, somewhat childish where, "we are in the middle of no where." JaeJoong shook his head in disbelief, "that's fucking impossible." The cold man laughed, "Is it? Shall we put it to the test?"
"I'll give him to you for today." He said. JaeJoong frowned not being able to fathom the things that were happening around him, or rather to him. In slow, hesitant movements, the warm man turned him around, spreading his legs, he positioned JaeJoong above his own cock. Spreading his buttcheeks, the man slowly pushed himself in. JaeJoong screamed, throwing his handcuffed hands around the man's neck, his leg's immediately wrapping around the man's waist. Rumbling moans escaped from his dry throat.
Why, why was his body reacting. Why was he wrapping himself around the man. Guilt quickly flooded his mind, but his body craved each bit of closeness the man gave him. I'm sorry Chun, I'm sorry.
JaeJoong screamed out moans as they rocked their bodies together in rough grinds. One warm hand caressed his cheek, quickly finding the back of his head, the man pulled him into a kiss. Soft kisses, slowly growing harder. Electric spasms jolted through JaeJoong's body as he hungrily bit into the man's bottom lip. He moaned as the man's tongue forced through his lips, exploring every cavity of his mouth. Warm, he's so warm. The man showered burning kisses upon his face, his neck, his chest. Pleasure cornered JaeJoong's guilt and his shame into a corner. Slowly making it smaller until it dissipated into nothing. He couldn't stop, as much as he wanted to, he couldn't let go of the man. It stunned him, how he had never felt so hot - so good before. He found himself rocking himself harder into the warm man, "there, there!" JaeJoong screamed as the man hit his prostate repeatedly, thrusting harder and faster. His own cock rubbing against the warm man's stomach put him in an ultimate high. The world exploded behind his closed eyes. Oh God, I'm going to come.
"I think he's enjoying it too much. We can't have that now, can we Yunho?" The voice said. Yunho? His name is Yunho, at that moment JaeJoong wanted to burn the man's name into his brain. As if being punished for wanting the man, a painful stinging to his lower back made him cry out. Again, and again - he heard the leather strap slap down against his bare skin, "You like it don't you? DON'T YOU?" The cold man screamed
"Stop. Stop!" JaeJoong cried, throwing his head back and forth as the warm man thrusted into him. His hands finding the back of his head once again, and kissing him once again. As if trying make him forget the pain, as if trying to make amends for his partner's torture. They kissed, the warm man; Yunho, allowed him to suck his tongue.
Quickly, the cold hands grabbed JaeJoong from behind, pulling him away from the only sense of safety he felt. The cold man pushed him down, forcing his lips onto JaeJoong. This isn't right, this doesn't feel good. Cold, he's cold. "Don't touch me!" JaeJoong kicked the man above him. "Feisty aren't you? You enjoyed Yunho that much?" again, his legs were forced apart. Again, the man was on top of him, forcing himself into JaeJoong's entrance. JaeJoong screamed. "Louder, scream," the voice played in his ear. "Why are you doing this?" JaeJoong tried to sound calm. This man was already trying to humilate him, no no - he wouldn't give him that. "I - want - to - break - you" the man chuckled, "You'll never be the same after this, My kisses, my touches, my cock. You'll remember it all, the things I did to you. You'll wake up everynight screaming and you'll weep, afraid to go to sleep."
"WHY? Why are you - " JaeJoong screamed in anguish. "You see." The cold man nipped his neck, "your Appa did a very very bad thing to us. When Yunho and I were young, your Appa closed down our Appa's business. Leaving our Appa in debt." The cold man bit into his flesh roughly, "you see, our Appa couldn't pay it back and he killed himself, and our Umma went to a mental hospital. I think it's only right that you pay for our loss."
Tears ran down JaeJoong's face, his teeth gnashed in anger. He closed his eyes shut, waiting for it to end.
Why, why? What have I done to deserve this?
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Yunho stared down at the man him and his brother abducted, lying on the ground - the only piece of clothing he had on was a white dress shirt long enough to hide his groin and ass. It had been like that everyday for two weeks. After Changmin would have his way with him, he would leave. His brother worked by the clock, eating at the same time, bathing at the same time, fucking at the same time, then leaving at the same time. Everyday, he never missed a beat. But Yunho never knew where he went, maybe fucking the bodyguard. Everything stunned him, to the raping of the smaller man to the abuse his Hyung was giving him. He never expected that things would happen that way. His brother always did stuff on his own.
JaeJoong always quickly went to sleep, as if sleeping gave him a reason to live, an escape from all the torture. It was only when JaeJoong slept that Yunho would come out of the shadows. He couldn't bare to see the smaller man get raped and beaten, so he would wait outside - hands balled into fists as he heard the smaller man trying to control his cries. He could do nothing, even if he wanted to stop his Hyung. He knew he didn't have the balls to defy him, for his Hyung took care of him, for his Hyung did all he could do to raise him, his Hyung was his only weakness.
It was when the smaller man slept that Yunho would wipe him down with a wet cloth, medicate his wounds and give him a fresh shirt. Ashamed - he couldn't face the smaller man, couldn't talk to the younger man - couldn't put it into words how sorry he was for raping him.
Alot changed in only 2 weeks, the smaller man's skin appeared transparent, paler and his face hallow. He had lost an incredible amount of weight, wearing away and crumbling just like his brother said he would. I'm sorry JaeJoong shii, I don't know what to do.
Yunho knelt down beside the smaller man who laid with his handcuffed wrists infront of him, he noticed the younger man had been sweating as if he were suffering from a fever. Whimpering, his arms slowly stretching out as if trying to reach someone. Still asleep, JaeJoong cried.
"What are you dreaming about JaeJoong shii?" He whispered. Yunho swept the smaller mans hair back from his forehead, and patted a wet cloth along the man's cheek.
Startled, JaeJoong forced himself to wake up, to sit up, and he stared, wide eyed around the room; his gaze landing on the man infront of him. JaeJoong stared at the man, his entire body trembled, acid tears streamed down his face. He honestly felt like he hadn't slept in months.
JaeJoong stared at Yunho for a long time and in return, Yunho took in the smaller man's dark eyes, his dark hair and his pale face. Don't look at me like that JaeJoong shii, please don't - I know I did wrong. His face grew hard and he looked away, as if it hurt to look at the smaller man infront of him. Why, why won't you look at me? JaeJoong screamed in his mind. He couldn't understand himself, why he was begging for this man's attention, why he wanted the man to touch him, to hold him. Like he had done before.
JaeJoong would only see the man a few minutes everyday, he wouldn't say more than 3 words to him and if he had to, they were short and quick. JaeJoong was starting to question whether or not the man that stared at him with such contempt was really the man that he had sex with the very first day they abducted him. Was it those hands that touched him, those lips that kissed him, that body that gave him warmth and security. The man fed him, clothed him and medicated his wounds - but why were his eyes so cold, a contradiction to his body.
Slowly Yunho picked up a bowl of Miso soup he had prepared, and handed it over to JaeJoong before getting up. You are my brother's. I can't have you, I can't even protect you. JaeJoong also got up, walking towards the window as he sipped in the hot fluid that coated his insides. "We really are in the middle of no where huh?" He said staring at the vast area of forest. The man didn't respond. "Where does your brother go anyways?" JaeJoong tried to sound conversational.
"Maybe fucking the bodyguard." Yunho murmured aloud. "Yoochun?" JaeJoong spun around, and stumbled; dropping the bowl of soup onto the ground, the bowl shattering in places. "I'm sorry!" JaeJoong dropped to his knees to pick up the pieces when dreadful realization of the cold man's cum seeping out of his entrance made him want to vomit. Yunho stared at him, his eyes wide and fierce. "Get up," he said, taking JaeJoong's hands, drawing him to his feet. Yunho brought JaeJoong into the bathroom, unlocking the handcuffs to take off his shirt, then re-cuffing him. "I won't run away. I promise." JaeJoong said softy, "handcuffs look good on you," Yunho breathed, pushing the smaller man forward into the shower. "Put your hands on the wall," Yunho ordered. JaeJoong obeyed as Yunho undressed himself, and stood directly behind JaeJoong, a wash cloth in his hand. He worked his way down, first by washing the man's black locks, then his chest, making sure he only dabbed the smaller man's beaten back then went down to JaeJoong's legs. His eyes wandered to the smaller man's entrance; the entrance his brother violated everyday. Slowly, he traced his fingers between JaeJoong's cheek's, getting up, he thrusted 2 fingers into the smaller man. "What are you doing?" JaeJoong whimpered a moan. Yunho responded only by pulling out, and replacing it with his own hardened cock. Pushing the head in slowly, he entered the smaller with a hard thrust. Forgive me, forgive me for being a weak man.
He hovered over, placing the side of his face on the smaller man's back, as one hand pumped the smaller man's throbbing cock, and the other hand entwined with JaeJoong's left hand. "Who do you like better? Me or my brother?" Yunho teased as he thrusted deeper, pumped faster, gripped tighter. "I like you ... Hyung." JaeJoong responded quietly, "but I don't understand you. Your brother, I know he hates me. But you, I know you care about me. The way you held me the first time you fucked me. But ever since then, you don't look at me, you don't talk to me - you don't touch me. I don't understand!" JaeJoong foolishly whined. No, he was impulsive, always was since he was a kid. A boy that wore his heart on his sleeve, risking it for the sake of feeling even a little bit loved. Brutally honest, that was Kim JaeJoong, but what was he doing confessing to a stranger, a stranger who shot his boyfriend for that matter. He didn't understand - he really couldn't understand. But what he knew was, he didn't want to go home - he wanted to stay with the warm man named Yunho.
Yunho pulled out, backing away as he bit onto his tongue. The words echoed through his mind like a broken record, "Understand me?" Yunho whispered to himself. He felt his face contort in utter confusion. But you can't, my brother claimed you! Yunho thought sheepishly. What am I doing? The first time I laid my eyes on you JaeJoong, I knew something inside me weakened - I knew it, but this? Can I really have you - can I really take you away from my brother?
He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his neck. JaeJoong frowned in wonderment as he followed Yunho back into the room, a towel wrapped around his waist. Yunho smiled, throwing his towel to the ground and sitting on it. His hips thrusted out. "Here, is the exact same place we had sex." Yunho grinned, he watched as the smaller man's eyes widened, his lips parting in realization. "Do you really like me, do you really want to understand me? Show me." JaeJoong stared at Yunho, he was truly beautiful. From his slightly darker complexion, to his broad shoulders, and hard chest. His hair was a dark shade of brown, pulled up in a small mohawk. His eyes were a bit small, but it matched his small face, his sharp nose, and his full lips. He was without a doubt a walking statue.
JaeJoong found himself walking towards Yunho, found himself crawling onto the man's lap, only to stick the man's cock inside him himself. "Please, fuck me." JaeJoong whispered, pressing his forehead against the warm man's forehead as he lowered himself onto Yunho's cock slowly. Yunho smiled, and yes, it was truly a beautiful smile, an open and expectant smile. His eyes - finally gleamed, warming JaeJoong's insides. That night, they made love like 2 people trying to escape their own personal hell. JaeJoong shii, can you stay with me for awhile? Can I have you, even for a bit - until you go home, and forget about me.
"Hey, my name is JaeJoong."
"I know - My name is Yunho."
"I know."
+
"Let's run away together" JaeJoong said after a month and 10 days of being in both heaven and hell at the same place, in different times. For that month and 10 days, JaeJoong had begun to lose track of time. Although it was repetitive, clockwork - he wasn't able to count the days he had been there, it could be weeks for all he knew. But JaeJoong would endure it, Changmin's abuse - his rape. Because he knew, that right after the pain, Yunho would mend him with his warm hands. Everyday. Yunho would pick him up off the floor, bathe him and medicate him. They would make love, slowly as if trying to savour each kiss - each touch before they had to release eachother, and fight Changmin's wrath alone. But When they were together, the small, humid room turned into a secret haven, full of bright light and blue skies. Yunho would replace his older brother's bite marks with his own, sucking on the flesh his brother previously bit into, making it his own. He would run his hands up and down JaeJoong's body, as if apologizing to it for not being able to protect it. JaeJoong not once asked why Yunho followed along with his older brother's plan. For it was obvious, Yunho was afraid of losing the only family he had left. But JaeJoong would make him his family. One day, it will be only him and Yunho. He knew it was selfish of him to want to tear Changmin out of Yunho's life. But he had to, they needed to save eachother.
"Today? Should we run away?" Yunho asked rocking his cock into the smaller man as JaeJoong arched his hips to meet him. "Yes," JaeJoong responded pulling Yunho into a kiss. "Lets run away. Before it's too late for the both of us."
"What is this I hear?" A shrill voice broke out as the door opened. "My my, is this rape or is this 2 lover's making love?" Yunho followed the voice, his head turning slowly as if he were suspended in time. His brother and the bodyguard stood at the doorway, the bodyguard wearing a thick cloth around his leg, the leg Yunho purposely shot to prevent him from taking JaeJoong back. "Yoochun!" JaeJoong screamed. Pushing Yunho off him to run to Yoochun, who opened his arms to him, wrapping him and kissing him. "Jae, I heard you screaming for me. I'm sorry. I'm sorry!" Yoochun cried, "I couldn't protect you." JaeJoong stared at him shocked, "Chun..." he said softly, a smile creeping onto his face. Yunho stared wide eyed, his insides melted into boiling acid that made him sick. They were - lovers? Yunho looked to his brother who was staring right back at him, a smirk played on his lips. "I knew you were fucking my toy." He said, lifting his hand to point at something. Following his gesture, Yunho looked up at corner of the ceiling, There stuck on the wall was a small camera naked to the untrained eye. "Hyung, you!"
"What?" Changmin laughed harshly, his lips pulled up into a vicious smile, "my toy made a toy out of you. See how he ran back to his lover." Yunho looked at him, tears filling at his ducts. Slowly he stood up and got dressed. "You see Yunho. I seem to have to keep reminding you. Sink or swim, it's you and I. You need me, and you know I need you." Changmin said stroking Yunho's cheek before kissing him on the lips.
"Hyung." Yunho whispered - his heart leaping into his throat. "I decided" Changmin cut him off, "we only have a little bit of time. We need to run. I can't bear losing you to him." Changmin said shooting JaeJoong a sharp glance. "Yunho-ah!" JaeJoong screamed, walking out of Yoochun's hold, he was now wearing a thin black sweater Yoochun had wrapped around him. "Fuck you." Changmin growled as he pulled out his gun, "I'll kill you and I'll enjoy it." Yunho clenched his fist, and looked down. We should have known from the beginning - we are too impossible. Hyung needs me more.
Yunho briskly walked towards JaeJoong, pushing his mouth against the smaller man's ear, "who do you like more, me or Yoochun?" JaeJoong wide eyed, stared as Yunho pulled out, a sad smile on his face.
"Lets go, Yunho." Changmin said, grabbing Yunho's hand. For once, JaeJoong saw Changmin become vulnerable, his voice almost whining as if he were a child asking his mother to buy him candy. "You, Yunho-ah! You!" JaeJoong screamed, stumbling forward to grab hold of Yunho. "Jae, what is going on?" Yoochun said, pulling him back. "I don't understand, why are you doing this?" JaeJoong screamed louder, ignoring his former lover.
"I've grown tired of this game," Changmin replied calmly. "It was fun breaking you, it was fun fucking you. But I didn't expect my toy would try to seduce my brother!" He spat, his lips pulled up in a grimace, as his eyes burned a hole in JaeJoong's gut. "Yunho ... please." JaeJoong attempted once more, his arms (wrists still handcuffed) stretched out to reach Yunho. "Don't touch him." Changmin warned, the gun aiming straight at JaeJoong's forehead, "Pow!" he whispered, a grin spread through his face, reaching his eyes.
Yunho's eyes, however, went dead; losing any flicker of emotion, "It was fun." He said, his voice uncaring and dull, "but we've met our ending haven't we Jae-Joong-shii," he said in long syllables, "Just forget me." And then they were gone. It was ironic, how it was Yunho who ended up escaping from JaeJoong.
It took 5 hours for the police to find JaeJoong and Yoochun, the police men said it was an anonymous call. It was Yunho ... It had to be.
And It would be 7 hours until the cops took the brother's down.
Just forget about me.
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JaeJoong&Yunho
Romance, Smut, Bittersweet Angst
Summary: Yunho & Changmin abduct Jaejoong.
Dare to Escape
The last set of events JaeJoong could remember was being grabbed from behind, dragged into a van - quick hands blindfolding him while another pair of hands gagged him. Screams drove through his ear drums, his name repeatedly being screamed out. Yoochun! he wanted to scream but the gag prevented him from making even a small whimper. "Go, go!" someone yelled. It all happened so fast, he couldn't think, he couldn't react. It was when he heard the gunshot, that he knew he was a goner.
JaeJoong's sleep was uneasy. The feeling of damp wooden floor's beneath him made him feel like he was in a sauna, sitting on wooden seating's without a towel around his waist; uncomfortable, and the feeling of another person's warmth pressed up against his back, comfortable. Yoochun? He thought to himself as he opened his eyes only to find dark. Shit, this can't be happening. The air was motionless and humid, as if warning him terrible things were going to happen to him. A pair of cold hands ran up and down his legs, aggressively pulling them apart.
Little by little, JaeJoong realized his situation. Naked, blindfolded, gagged, and handcuffed - he knew he was as good as dead and that those cold hands were going to break him.
But it was too ironic, the contrast of hot and cold on his skin as two different people touched his body - like shame and pleasure, comfort and pain. But his body welcomed it, the warmth (to be exact) - the warmth felt too good. He could not for the life of him understand why he felt safe in the warmth the man holding him from behind was providing. The warm arms of the man wrapped around him eased him, and brought him a sense of strange security.
But the uncertainty of what was to come hit him like an ice pick through the brain, making him wince. "Look, he's aroused. This could be fun." A low taunting, half-seductive voice broke the silence. JaeJoong bit into the gag as he felt the cold hands rake his cock, pumping him into an erection that made him angry at himself. No, this can't be happening, he - can't do this to me. He shook his head side to side frantically, grabbing hold of the warm man's hands. He gripped them, gripped them so tightly as if trying to beg with actions rather than words. The man gripped him back, and he didn't know why holding the man's hands made his blood pound like an ocean wave.
Please, please. Stop! He tried to shout, but the gag made him sound disorientated. The warm man said nothing, but responded by kissing JaeJoong's nape, his lips playing on his warm flesh.
"What do you think you're doing? I told you he was mine, didn't I?" The taunting voice said again. Why, why is he so cold? JaeJoong shivered at the cold man's touch, his kisses, his body - it didn't feel right. "Well - I guess for only today. I'll let you have your fun. A reward for shooting down that guard."
Yoochun? JaeJoong jerked up. Yoochun was shot? "Now now," the voice said, "you see, your bodyguard is here somewhere. In one of these rooms. If you don't cooperate, he might just die."
"Chun!" JaeJoong whimpered through his gag. Chun, I'm so sorry. "Here, I'll take that off for you," the man ungagged him, "we don't need to gag you anyways. I just thought you looked sexy with it on."
"CHUN!" JaeJoong choked, his throat dry. "Louder, scream louder!" The voice mocked, in a triumphant laugh. "Scream for him!" He couldn't understand why he sounded nonchalant. What if someone heard his screams, wasn't he afraid of being found out?
"Where are we?" JaeJoong asked, trying to mask the tremors in his voice. "No where." The man replied, pronouncing it was a solid NO and a sly, somewhat childish where, "we are in the middle of no where." JaeJoong shook his head in disbelief, "that's fucking impossible." The cold man laughed, "Is it? Shall we put it to the test?"
"I'll give him to you for today." He said. JaeJoong frowned not being able to fathom the things that were happening around him, or rather to him. In slow, hesitant movements, the warm man turned him around, spreading his legs, he positioned JaeJoong above his own cock. Spreading his buttcheeks, the man slowly pushed himself in. JaeJoong screamed, throwing his handcuffed hands around the man's neck, his leg's immediately wrapping around the man's waist. Rumbling moans escaped from his dry throat.
Why, why was his body reacting. Why was he wrapping himself around the man. Guilt quickly flooded his mind, but his body craved each bit of closeness the man gave him. I'm sorry Chun, I'm sorry.
JaeJoong screamed out moans as they rocked their bodies together in rough grinds. One warm hand caressed his cheek, quickly finding the back of his head, the man pulled him into a kiss. Soft kisses, slowly growing harder. Electric spasms jolted through JaeJoong's body as he hungrily bit into the man's bottom lip. He moaned as the man's tongue forced through his lips, exploring every cavity of his mouth. Warm, he's so warm. The man showered burning kisses upon his face, his neck, his chest. Pleasure cornered JaeJoong's guilt and his shame into a corner. Slowly making it smaller until it dissipated into nothing. He couldn't stop, as much as he wanted to, he couldn't let go of the man. It stunned him, how he had never felt so hot - so good before. He found himself rocking himself harder into the warm man, "there, there!" JaeJoong screamed as the man hit his prostate repeatedly, thrusting harder and faster. His own cock rubbing against the warm man's stomach put him in an ultimate high. The world exploded behind his closed eyes. Oh God, I'm going to come.
"I think he's enjoying it too much. We can't have that now, can we Yunho?" The voice said. Yunho? His name is Yunho, at that moment JaeJoong wanted to burn the man's name into his brain. As if being punished for wanting the man, a painful stinging to his lower back made him cry out. Again, and again - he heard the leather strap slap down against his bare skin, "You like it don't you? DON'T YOU?" The cold man screamed
"Stop. Stop!" JaeJoong cried, throwing his head back and forth as the warm man thrusted into him. His hands finding the back of his head once again, and kissing him once again. As if trying make him forget the pain, as if trying to make amends for his partner's torture. They kissed, the warm man; Yunho, allowed him to suck his tongue.
Quickly, the cold hands grabbed JaeJoong from behind, pulling him away from the only sense of safety he felt. The cold man pushed him down, forcing his lips onto JaeJoong. This isn't right, this doesn't feel good. Cold, he's cold. "Don't touch me!" JaeJoong kicked the man above him. "Feisty aren't you? You enjoyed Yunho that much?" again, his legs were forced apart. Again, the man was on top of him, forcing himself into JaeJoong's entrance. JaeJoong screamed. "Louder, scream," the voice played in his ear. "Why are you doing this?" JaeJoong tried to sound calm. This man was already trying to humilate him, no no - he wouldn't give him that. "I - want - to - break - you" the man chuckled, "You'll never be the same after this, My kisses, my touches, my cock. You'll remember it all, the things I did to you. You'll wake up everynight screaming and you'll weep, afraid to go to sleep."
"WHY? Why are you - " JaeJoong screamed in anguish. "You see." The cold man nipped his neck, "your Appa did a very very bad thing to us. When Yunho and I were young, your Appa closed down our Appa's business. Leaving our Appa in debt." The cold man bit into his flesh roughly, "you see, our Appa couldn't pay it back and he killed himself, and our Umma went to a mental hospital. I think it's only right that you pay for our loss."
Tears ran down JaeJoong's face, his teeth gnashed in anger. He closed his eyes shut, waiting for it to end.
Why, why? What have I done to deserve this?
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Yunho stared down at the man him and his brother abducted, lying on the ground - the only piece of clothing he had on was a white dress shirt long enough to hide his groin and ass. It had been like that everyday for two weeks. After Changmin would have his way with him, he would leave. His brother worked by the clock, eating at the same time, bathing at the same time, fucking at the same time, then leaving at the same time. Everyday, he never missed a beat. But Yunho never knew where he went, maybe fucking the bodyguard. Everything stunned him, to the raping of the smaller man to the abuse his Hyung was giving him. He never expected that things would happen that way. His brother always did stuff on his own.
JaeJoong always quickly went to sleep, as if sleeping gave him a reason to live, an escape from all the torture. It was only when JaeJoong slept that Yunho would come out of the shadows. He couldn't bare to see the smaller man get raped and beaten, so he would wait outside - hands balled into fists as he heard the smaller man trying to control his cries. He could do nothing, even if he wanted to stop his Hyung. He knew he didn't have the balls to defy him, for his Hyung took care of him, for his Hyung did all he could do to raise him, his Hyung was his only weakness.
It was when the smaller man slept that Yunho would wipe him down with a wet cloth, medicate his wounds and give him a fresh shirt. Ashamed - he couldn't face the smaller man, couldn't talk to the younger man - couldn't put it into words how sorry he was for raping him.
Alot changed in only 2 weeks, the smaller man's skin appeared transparent, paler and his face hallow. He had lost an incredible amount of weight, wearing away and crumbling just like his brother said he would. I'm sorry JaeJoong shii, I don't know what to do.
Yunho knelt down beside the smaller man who laid with his handcuffed wrists infront of him, he noticed the younger man had been sweating as if he were suffering from a fever. Whimpering, his arms slowly stretching out as if trying to reach someone. Still asleep, JaeJoong cried.
"What are you dreaming about JaeJoong shii?" He whispered. Yunho swept the smaller mans hair back from his forehead, and patted a wet cloth along the man's cheek.
Startled, JaeJoong forced himself to wake up, to sit up, and he stared, wide eyed around the room; his gaze landing on the man infront of him. JaeJoong stared at the man, his entire body trembled, acid tears streamed down his face. He honestly felt like he hadn't slept in months.
JaeJoong stared at Yunho for a long time and in return, Yunho took in the smaller man's dark eyes, his dark hair and his pale face. Don't look at me like that JaeJoong shii, please don't - I know I did wrong. His face grew hard and he looked away, as if it hurt to look at the smaller man infront of him. Why, why won't you look at me? JaeJoong screamed in his mind. He couldn't understand himself, why he was begging for this man's attention, why he wanted the man to touch him, to hold him. Like he had done before.
JaeJoong would only see the man a few minutes everyday, he wouldn't say more than 3 words to him and if he had to, they were short and quick. JaeJoong was starting to question whether or not the man that stared at him with such contempt was really the man that he had sex with the very first day they abducted him. Was it those hands that touched him, those lips that kissed him, that body that gave him warmth and security. The man fed him, clothed him and medicated his wounds - but why were his eyes so cold, a contradiction to his body.
Slowly Yunho picked up a bowl of Miso soup he had prepared, and handed it over to JaeJoong before getting up. You are my brother's. I can't have you, I can't even protect you. JaeJoong also got up, walking towards the window as he sipped in the hot fluid that coated his insides. "We really are in the middle of no where huh?" He said staring at the vast area of forest. The man didn't respond. "Where does your brother go anyways?" JaeJoong tried to sound conversational.
"Maybe fucking the bodyguard." Yunho murmured aloud. "Yoochun?" JaeJoong spun around, and stumbled; dropping the bowl of soup onto the ground, the bowl shattering in places. "I'm sorry!" JaeJoong dropped to his knees to pick up the pieces when dreadful realization of the cold man's cum seeping out of his entrance made him want to vomit. Yunho stared at him, his eyes wide and fierce. "Get up," he said, taking JaeJoong's hands, drawing him to his feet. Yunho brought JaeJoong into the bathroom, unlocking the handcuffs to take off his shirt, then re-cuffing him. "I won't run away. I promise." JaeJoong said softy, "handcuffs look good on you," Yunho breathed, pushing the smaller man forward into the shower. "Put your hands on the wall," Yunho ordered. JaeJoong obeyed as Yunho undressed himself, and stood directly behind JaeJoong, a wash cloth in his hand. He worked his way down, first by washing the man's black locks, then his chest, making sure he only dabbed the smaller man's beaten back then went down to JaeJoong's legs. His eyes wandered to the smaller man's entrance; the entrance his brother violated everyday. Slowly, he traced his fingers between JaeJoong's cheek's, getting up, he thrusted 2 fingers into the smaller man. "What are you doing?" JaeJoong whimpered a moan. Yunho responded only by pulling out, and replacing it with his own hardened cock. Pushing the head in slowly, he entered the smaller with a hard thrust. Forgive me, forgive me for being a weak man.
He hovered over, placing the side of his face on the smaller man's back, as one hand pumped the smaller man's throbbing cock, and the other hand entwined with JaeJoong's left hand. "Who do you like better? Me or my brother?" Yunho teased as he thrusted deeper, pumped faster, gripped tighter. "I like you ... Hyung." JaeJoong responded quietly, "but I don't understand you. Your brother, I know he hates me. But you, I know you care about me. The way you held me the first time you fucked me. But ever since then, you don't look at me, you don't talk to me - you don't touch me. I don't understand!" JaeJoong foolishly whined. No, he was impulsive, always was since he was a kid. A boy that wore his heart on his sleeve, risking it for the sake of feeling even a little bit loved. Brutally honest, that was Kim JaeJoong, but what was he doing confessing to a stranger, a stranger who shot his boyfriend for that matter. He didn't understand - he really couldn't understand. But what he knew was, he didn't want to go home - he wanted to stay with the warm man named Yunho.
Yunho pulled out, backing away as he bit onto his tongue. The words echoed through his mind like a broken record, "Understand me?" Yunho whispered to himself. He felt his face contort in utter confusion. But you can't, my brother claimed you! Yunho thought sheepishly. What am I doing? The first time I laid my eyes on you JaeJoong, I knew something inside me weakened - I knew it, but this? Can I really have you - can I really take you away from my brother?
He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his neck. JaeJoong frowned in wonderment as he followed Yunho back into the room, a towel wrapped around his waist. Yunho smiled, throwing his towel to the ground and sitting on it. His hips thrusted out. "Here, is the exact same place we had sex." Yunho grinned, he watched as the smaller man's eyes widened, his lips parting in realization. "Do you really like me, do you really want to understand me? Show me." JaeJoong stared at Yunho, he was truly beautiful. From his slightly darker complexion, to his broad shoulders, and hard chest. His hair was a dark shade of brown, pulled up in a small mohawk. His eyes were a bit small, but it matched his small face, his sharp nose, and his full lips. He was without a doubt a walking statue.
JaeJoong found himself walking towards Yunho, found himself crawling onto the man's lap, only to stick the man's cock inside him himself. "Please, fuck me." JaeJoong whispered, pressing his forehead against the warm man's forehead as he lowered himself onto Yunho's cock slowly. Yunho smiled, and yes, it was truly a beautiful smile, an open and expectant smile. His eyes - finally gleamed, warming JaeJoong's insides. That night, they made love like 2 people trying to escape their own personal hell. JaeJoong shii, can you stay with me for awhile? Can I have you, even for a bit - until you go home, and forget about me.
"Hey, my name is JaeJoong."
"I know - My name is Yunho."
"I know."
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"Let's run away together" JaeJoong said after a month and 10 days of being in both heaven and hell at the same place, in different times. For that month and 10 days, JaeJoong had begun to lose track of time. Although it was repetitive, clockwork - he wasn't able to count the days he had been there, it could be weeks for all he knew. But JaeJoong would endure it, Changmin's abuse - his rape. Because he knew, that right after the pain, Yunho would mend him with his warm hands. Everyday. Yunho would pick him up off the floor, bathe him and medicate him. They would make love, slowly as if trying to savour each kiss - each touch before they had to release eachother, and fight Changmin's wrath alone. But When they were together, the small, humid room turned into a secret haven, full of bright light and blue skies. Yunho would replace his older brother's bite marks with his own, sucking on the flesh his brother previously bit into, making it his own. He would run his hands up and down JaeJoong's body, as if apologizing to it for not being able to protect it. JaeJoong not once asked why Yunho followed along with his older brother's plan. For it was obvious, Yunho was afraid of losing the only family he had left. But JaeJoong would make him his family. One day, it will be only him and Yunho. He knew it was selfish of him to want to tear Changmin out of Yunho's life. But he had to, they needed to save eachother.
"Today? Should we run away?" Yunho asked rocking his cock into the smaller man as JaeJoong arched his hips to meet him. "Yes," JaeJoong responded pulling Yunho into a kiss. "Lets run away. Before it's too late for the both of us."
"What is this I hear?" A shrill voice broke out as the door opened. "My my, is this rape or is this 2 lover's making love?" Yunho followed the voice, his head turning slowly as if he were suspended in time. His brother and the bodyguard stood at the doorway, the bodyguard wearing a thick cloth around his leg, the leg Yunho purposely shot to prevent him from taking JaeJoong back. "Yoochun!" JaeJoong screamed. Pushing Yunho off him to run to Yoochun, who opened his arms to him, wrapping him and kissing him. "Jae, I heard you screaming for me. I'm sorry. I'm sorry!" Yoochun cried, "I couldn't protect you." JaeJoong stared at him shocked, "Chun..." he said softly, a smile creeping onto his face. Yunho stared wide eyed, his insides melted into boiling acid that made him sick. They were - lovers? Yunho looked to his brother who was staring right back at him, a smirk played on his lips. "I knew you were fucking my toy." He said, lifting his hand to point at something. Following his gesture, Yunho looked up at corner of the ceiling, There stuck on the wall was a small camera naked to the untrained eye. "Hyung, you!"
"What?" Changmin laughed harshly, his lips pulled up into a vicious smile, "my toy made a toy out of you. See how he ran back to his lover." Yunho looked at him, tears filling at his ducts. Slowly he stood up and got dressed. "You see Yunho. I seem to have to keep reminding you. Sink or swim, it's you and I. You need me, and you know I need you." Changmin said stroking Yunho's cheek before kissing him on the lips.
"Hyung." Yunho whispered - his heart leaping into his throat. "I decided" Changmin cut him off, "we only have a little bit of time. We need to run. I can't bear losing you to him." Changmin said shooting JaeJoong a sharp glance. "Yunho-ah!" JaeJoong screamed, walking out of Yoochun's hold, he was now wearing a thin black sweater Yoochun had wrapped around him. "Fuck you." Changmin growled as he pulled out his gun, "I'll kill you and I'll enjoy it." Yunho clenched his fist, and looked down. We should have known from the beginning - we are too impossible. Hyung needs me more.
Yunho briskly walked towards JaeJoong, pushing his mouth against the smaller man's ear, "who do you like more, me or Yoochun?" JaeJoong wide eyed, stared as Yunho pulled out, a sad smile on his face.
"Lets go, Yunho." Changmin said, grabbing Yunho's hand. For once, JaeJoong saw Changmin become vulnerable, his voice almost whining as if he were a child asking his mother to buy him candy. "You, Yunho-ah! You!" JaeJoong screamed, stumbling forward to grab hold of Yunho. "Jae, what is going on?" Yoochun said, pulling him back. "I don't understand, why are you doing this?" JaeJoong screamed louder, ignoring his former lover.
"I've grown tired of this game," Changmin replied calmly. "It was fun breaking you, it was fun fucking you. But I didn't expect my toy would try to seduce my brother!" He spat, his lips pulled up in a grimace, as his eyes burned a hole in JaeJoong's gut. "Yunho ... please." JaeJoong attempted once more, his arms (wrists still handcuffed) stretched out to reach Yunho. "Don't touch him." Changmin warned, the gun aiming straight at JaeJoong's forehead, "Pow!" he whispered, a grin spread through his face, reaching his eyes.
Yunho's eyes, however, went dead; losing any flicker of emotion, "It was fun." He said, his voice uncaring and dull, "but we've met our ending haven't we Jae-Joong-shii," he said in long syllables, "Just forget me." And then they were gone. It was ironic, how it was Yunho who ended up escaping from JaeJoong.
It took 5 hours for the police to find JaeJoong and Yoochun, the police men said it was an anonymous call. It was Yunho ... It had to be.
And It would be 7 hours until the cops took the brother's down.
Just forget about me.
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- Whoa, yeah I don't even know. This was based on a manga by Kaen called Prisoner. Plot is different but theme is similar.
- Sure my mood has been off for awhile now. But I don't even know why this came into my head. For some odd reason I had a hard time writing this without sounding like I was contradicting myself. For instance, how Jaejoong couldn't understand how he longed for Yunho. Stockholm syndrome would be the best bet. But I also couldn't seem to find the right words or the reactions I wanted to convey for this story because I felt this was a bit complicated, even for me. I felt like this was lacking hardcore in my first drafts - yes draft(s). I felt like a madwoman. But I suppose, I'm pretty satisfied with it after much re-writing and re-editing.
- I really like Min's character though, I don't describe him much. Or not at all (except that he's out of his mind) but I'm planning to in one of my stand alone(s) (which will just be random events that happened during the whole month?) Whoa, a month is so short but I thought it would be weird for Yoochun to be left there to hang. You know?
- As you guys can see I messed with their ages, assume Changmin is 24, Yunho 22, JaeJoong 19-20, Yoochun 23.