Title: Before The Dawn (Stay With Me)
Author: mushnrice
Ratings: PG-13 to NC-17
Pairing(s): Woohyun/Sunggyu, Myungsoo/Sungyeol/Sungjong, Dongwoo/Hoya
Summary: A mysterious slave who hides who he really is, a rebellious master who has a secret. Thrown together and mixed, will these two people’s lives be changed when they meet each other as Master and Slave?
Before the Dawn (Stay with Me) Chapter 5
“Fucking pussy, get up and throw it properly!” Hoya screamed, shoes sliding on the frozen ice as his hands flailed about, him trying to regain his balance. A smile adorned his face, allowing the audience currently viewing their training to know that he loved fighting.
“Muh?! Pussy? Eat this!” Myungsoo yelled back, half laughing and half serious as spikes of electricity ran through the air, him directing it towards Hoya.
Flames burst out through the air, consuming the electricity. Dongwoo had a piece of cloth over his eyes, blindfolding him. It was part of his training to both sense and attack the enemy without his sight. Both his hands were out in front of him, legs spread apart to steady his balance. A grin was spread on his face as he swept his hand upwards, the flames following his movement.
“You guys are double teaming me! That’s not fa-“Myungsoo’s protest was cut off as Sungyeol swept by him, picking him up and then crashing into Hoya.
Screams pierced the air as Hoya fell over onto both of them, laughter soon following. He pounced on Sungyeol, poking and tickling him. Dongwoo burnt off his blindfold, smirking as he went over to pull Hoya up. Pressing a kiss to his forehead, Dongwoo curled his arms around Hoya’s waist.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, fine.” He smiled, a trickle of blood flowing down his forehead. Dongwoo sniffed, red pupils coming out as he growled possessively, tongue flicking out. He swiped the trail of blood up and then smiled, resting his lips on Hoya’s neck.
Sunggyu rolled his eyes, throwing a wadded up piece of paper at the back of Dongwoo’s head.
“Yah, don’t PDA here. There’s a under aged boy.” Sungjong squealed, indignant at the title of ‘under aged’. Woohyun smiled and rested his head on his knees, eyes trailing out into the setting sun. He was tired, after a full day of work and he was just enjoying the sunset. Dongwoo flipped Sunggyu off.
Rolling his eyes, Sunggyu straightened. “Jang Dongwoo, come on.” He beckoned, lowering his body into a crouch. Dongwoo ignored him, continuing to murmur sweet nothings into Hoya’s ear.
A growl was sent his way before Sunggyu sprang into the air, like a tiger leaping after its prey. A predatory smile crossed his face, but was soon wiped off as Dongwoo battered him away with his leg.
“Fucking hell.” He hissed, jumping again. They clashed in the middle of the snow covered field, fire exploding in sparks around them. A stream of smoke rose into the air as Sunggyu roared, flames exiting from his mouth.
“Woah, woah!” Dongwoo’s hand raised and the fire was directed out into the open air before it could hit him. “Control the fire, Sunggyu-ah. Don’t let it control you. Try again.”
Dongwoo spun, flames circling him. He smashed his fist into the ground, flames spreading out like a wildfire all around him and Sunggyu. Hoya, Sungyeol and Myungsoo both ducked, Sungyeol pulling the both of them to where Sungjong and Woohyun were.
“Wahh, how can they do that and not get burnt...” Sungjong murmured, eyes looking wistfully out to where Dongwoo was training Sunggyu.
“Dongwoo hyung has the ability of Pyrokinesis and the ability to breathe fire. Sunggyu hyung’s still working at it, but I think he’s limited to only being able to breathe fire.” Grinning, Sungyeol hopped onto the wall and poked at Sungjong’s cheeks. “And you’re too adorable to be doing stuff like that.”
Woohyun looked over to Hoya, half smile on his face as he leant over and poked at his arm. A smile was sent his way as Hoya turned, distracted from the both of them. Lifting his head up as if to ask what ability he had, Hoya tilted his head to the side.
“He’s asking what abilities you have.” Sungjong pushed away Sungyeol’s flailing hands and smiled, pulling up the thin shift that had fallen off his shoulder.
“Pyrokinesis... I’ve the opposite ability to that.” Icicles formed on Hoya’s whole arm, before they melted off and dropped to the floor.
“That’s so cool!” Sungjong’s eyes sparkled and he smiled, his hands pushed together. “It’s like you’re both opposites made for each other.”
Amusement flitted across Hoya’s face as he turned and leant back against the wall they were all resting against. “You’re correct. He’s the yang, I’m the yin. Though the yins are mainly girls,” His face twisted into a pout at that. “I don’t agree though.”
Myungsoo’s eyebrow arched up. “Are you sure about that? I don’t hear you complaining whenever Dongwoo tease- MppHHHHH!”
His words were muffled as Sungyeol clamped his hand down hard on his mouth, preventing him from destroying Sungjong’s innocence.
“Yah, Sunggyu hyung said that there’s an unde- SHIT, WOAH!”
The people on the wall jumped to the side as blazing red flames rushed towards them, Hoya just barely managing to fend off the flames with his ice.
“Fuck shit, Sunggyu! Control it!” Dongwoo snarled, holding his hands out.
“Shit shit, get away from me!” Sunggyu cried, eyes blazing red.
“What?” Dongwoo yelled, trying to pull the fingers of the hungry flames backwards.
For some reason, the fire only seemed to grow bigger and Dongwoo hissed as the first flames touched his hands, burning him.
“Fuck, what the hell!” He yelled. Hoya stepped forward, eyebrows furrowing in concentration as he began to form a wall of ice around Dongwoo. It backfired, and he yelped as the ice began to swirl around his feet, encasing him in ice.
“Fuck fuck fuck, Dongwoo, give out more fire!” Sunggyu yelled; hands trapped to the front of him.
Myungsoo, Sungyeol, Sungjong and Woohyun ducked, Woohyun crying out in pain as a tendril of fire whipped out and slapped him in his cheek, leaving a burn.
“What the hell, you want us to die?!” He was staggering backwards at the sheer force of the fire now, hands trembling.
“Do as I say!” Sunggyu screamed, eyes a total red now. Footsteps were heard from beside the gates to the training ground, and he resisted the impulse to check who it was.
Dongwoo’s jaw clenched and he closed his eyes. The fire died down almost immediately as he did so, Sungjong breathing a sigh of relief. Sunggyu managed to snap the control over the fire back, immediately making it die down.
They were all confused as to what happened, Woohyun hissing lightly at the sting on his face. Sungjong whimpered, before he ducked behind Sungyeol, trembling lightly. Claps sounded from the entrance, Sunggyu looking up just then. His father was walking into the grounds, light smile on his face. Woohyun’s eyes widened and he snarled just under his breath. Hoya and Dongwoo were together now, Hoya checking over Dongwoo’s injuries.
“Well done, Sunggyu-ah! I see you’ve managed to unblock one more of your powers.” Water was seeping into all their shoes due to the massive blazing fire that had melted the ice Hoya put up to protect them. Ability reversal, I think. Your grandfather had it too.” He lifted his hand up, and Woohyun flew into the sky almost immediately, cry of pain choking out from his mouth as he crashed face first into the snow a few feet away.
Sunggyu started forward, angry yell stuck in his throat. Sungha’s hand lifted again, and Woohyun flipped over onto his back, right hand raising itself up. It was trembling.
“Come now, Sunggyu. It’s time to test the limits of your abilities. Reverse what I’m about to do.”
Woohyun’s hand started to bend itself backwards of its own accord at his wrist, Sungha slowly clenching his fist. Pain was evident on Woohyun’s face, and even though he tried to contain the noises of pain, a few still slipped out in the form of pants and hisses. Sungjong whimpered again, fisting Sungyeol’s shirt tighter. Sungyeol stepped forward, mouth opening.
“Stop, fuck!” Sunggyu burst into a run, skidding to a stop beside Woohyun. His face was red from the pain. “Fucking stop it, old man!”
An evil grin crossed Sungha’s face, before he raised his other hand. Sungjong fell forward on his knees, lightly bumping into Sungyeol. He clutched his head as pain blossomed behind his closed eyes, tears leaking out. Hoya was held back by Dongwoo, teeth gnashing together at his helplessness.
“Hoya, don’t do it. You know we can’t go against Sungha.”
Dongwoo’s comforting voice slipped into his mind and Hoya’s knees buckled, him falling back into Dongwoo’s embrace.
Myungsoo winced at the realisation that they could do nothing. Sungha was using both his and Sunggyu’s ability to force Woohyun and Sungjong into pain. Schooling his face into a peaceful expression, Myungsoo shut his eyes, able to feel Sungha’s ability working under his throbbing temple. Forcing back his uncle, Myungsoo began to feel Sungjong uncurling from his curled up position, cries slipping out from his mouth. He was unused to such pain and agony.
Woohyun was snarling now, panting heavily as he spotted Sungjong down in the snow. Sungyeol was trying to pacify the younger boy, but it wasn’t really working. Anger slipped down his spine, back arching as he forced himself against the force holding him down. Pain twisted up his arm as the invisible force forced his arm backwards some more, wrist twisting.
Then it snapped, hand dangling limply backwards at a sickening angle. Gritting his teeth against the pain, Woohyun whipped around in Sunggyu’s hold to face Sungha and mentally shoved at him.
“Stop messing around with us, fucktard! Now let go!”
Sunggyu’s eyes widened at the voice in his head, as did the rest of them on the field. Power was thrumming in that voice, twisting and slithering its way into their minds, making them feel like they had to obey it.
Eyes widening at the sudden loss of control he had over Myungsoo, Sunggyu, Sungjong and Woohyun, Sungha staggered back a few feet and tripped, landing in the snow. Sungyeol was rocking Sungjong silently now, the thin boy’s hands clutching frailly at his arms as pathetic noises of pain slipped from his lips.
Woohyun hissed at the pain rocketing up his arm and cradled it carefully in his unhurt hand. It fucking hurt, but he was used to it by now. Years of abuse had thought him to deal with the pain. Myungsoo’s eyes narrowed and he shuddered at the forceful voice.
He had heard it, as did the others.
“Persuasion?” Sungha was getting to his feet, wiping away the snow covering the back of his clothing. His eyes were sparkling as if he had just received a new toy, and he began to make his way over to Woohyun, who shifted backwards warily.
“You have the ability of persuasion?” Sungha knelt beside Woohyun and gently pulled the injured wrist forward. A bead of sweat dripped off Woohyun’s forehead and he hissed as the man blew on his broken wrist.
He didn’t trust the guy, Sunggyu didn’t. Eyes narrowing as he prepared to mimic Sungha’s movement, he watched as the other pressed a light kiss to the hand.
Woohyun kept silent. He wasn’t about to let someone control him.
“Reply me, slave.” Menacing words of his, coated in honey. They did nothing to frighten Woohyun, because he knew that indeed, he could and would win the battle of wills.
Fear was pounding hard in Sungjong’s heart now, and he clutched onto the comforting sleeve of Sungyeol’s jacket. All he could remember from just now was pain, pain and yet more pain. Pain exploding in his head… Whining, he burrowed his head into his knees and tried not to cry. He didn’t want to seem weak.
Defiant eyes met his, and Sungha sighed.
“I noticed that you seem rather attached to another slave boy here… A pleasure slave.” A thoughtful hand was put to Sungha’s chin, stroking as if in an amused motion.
“You wouldn’t want that boy’s brains to be blown apart and then plastered to the wall, right?”
Woohyun’s fingers clenched into a tight fist and he snarled, hissing loudly. Swear words were sent flying around the field, heard by all of them. An amused smile crossed Sungha’s face.
“Rather rebellious. Something for you to quiet you down, maybe?”
His hand rose again, pointing at Sungjong.
“Stop fucking hurting people, now put your hand down.” Eyes narrowing into slits, Woohyun sat up and tucked his legs under his. “I’ll answer your questions. In return, don’t hurt Sungjongie.”
Teeth showed as Sungha’s face crinkled into a smile, him standing up.
“Nice choice. Shall we return to the house where I can question you in private, then? But before that… Hyunseung, where are you?”
A thin orange haired boy appeared and bowed, hands shaking lightly. He was afraid, everyone could tell. Another black haired boy stepped up beside him and wound his arm around him, comforting. A displeased smile turned down the side of Sungha’s face and he shut his eyes, hand reaching out to touch Woohyun’s broken wrist.
A bright white glow flashed around it, and Woohyun winced as his bone reconnected again. Pain flashed up his arm and he huffed out white pants of air, hissing in agony.
Silence filled the field when the white flashed around them, Hyunseung shutting his eyes lightly. The other boy beside him snaked his pale tattooed arm around him and pressed a comforting kiss to his crown.
His eyes glowed a deadly white as Hyunseung snapped his eyes open when Sungha was done and sighed, a breathy sigh of relief. They both bowed and retreated, the black haired boy petting at his hair.
Sungha turned back to Woohyun with a smirk.
“Now... Where were we?”
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“I can use my power to force someone to do something against their will. For example...”
A pale hand lifted at Sunggyu, the boy stiffening. Woohyun smirked.
“Go kiss your father.”
Unwilling steps were taken, Sunggyu’s eyes widening. He bent down stiffly as if his body was rejecting it and then pressed a light kiss to Sungha’s cheek. Jumping away once he was done, he turned to Woohyun and glared at him.
“Interesting... “Sungha’s hand thoughtfully rubbed away the kiss mark and he tilted his head, shutting his eyes.
A mental wave of pain hit Woohyun, and he sighed before shutting his eyes. “No use. Many have tried. All have failed. My abilities are for me and my use only.”
It was true, many of his previous masters who had the ability to have tried to rip off from him. After finding out that he blocked them away unwillingly, they simply sold him away like a old cow to the butcher.
His lips pushed out in a pout and Sungha nodded thoughtfully.
“Truly interesting, this power of yours... I would like it if you not use your powers here, however. Since I can’t take it for my own, then no one will have it.”
Silence filled the room and Woohyun bowed his head, nodding in assent.
“It tires me out quickly too.”
“Father, since you’re done... We’ll be retreating to our room now.”
Sunggyu stood up and picked Woohyun up bridal style, despite the whacks aimed at his chest. He wasn’t going to let the chance of touching Woohyun up.
Eyebrow quirking, Sungha nodded and smiled.
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He was angry. Woohyun didn’t tell him about his ability, yet willingly told Sungha about it. Forcing down the mindless anger, Sunggyu flung Woohyun into the chair and made his way into the bathroom.
And he didn’t want to admit it, but it was plainly obvious.
He was jealous.
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Kekeke! And that marks the end of the 5th chapter! A lot more to go. -stretches- Owell, I’ll be flying off now. :D And I’m so sorry that the updates are so irregular. TT_TT Haigo...
Comments, anyone? I’ll feed you mushrooms! /holds out bottle of pickled mushrooms/
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