Break My Heart

[aznmen]

Title: Break My Heart
Author: Aznmen
Rating: R (for violence and sex)
Pairing: YehWook (one-sided), HanHae
Genre: Angst || 2323
Summary: ‘Ryeowook did this to be by your side! Why Ryeowook?’ “He was easy…”

Hankyung thrust into Donghae hard, pushing himself as far in as he could, and loving the sound of Donghae moaning underneath him. As he moved his body, he continued to toss his head, keeping the hair out of his face. His hands held onto Donghae’s hips hard, his nails digging into Donghae’s skin, causing it to tear and blood to stain his fingers. The pain only made Donghae even more turned on, and Hankyung, the sadist he was, pushed his fingers harder in, loving the way Donghae writhed beneath him.

Each thrust practically tore him apart, but it calmed him in a way, Donghae wanting to feel the pain for the victims he had to take care of when ordered by the boss. Now was his time for catharsis, and only Hankyung could do it for him. Any other person would shy away from what Donghae wanted, what he needed to feel sane. The only thing Hankyung asked was ‘How hard?’.

Clutching the sheets with clenched fingers, Donghae’s body rocked back and forth violently as Hankyung continued to thrust into him - even after Donghae came - deriving pleasure from holding off as long as he could. Some days, Hankyung lasted long enough for Donghae to come twice, and this day seemed like one of these days.

Pulling out quickly, Donghae winced at the feeling, but Hankyung only grinned. He flipped Donghae over, getting the rope and dildos.

It was going to be a long, painful night.

Ryeowook was behind Yehsung, the two of them on the roof of the hit’s house, getting ready to find the man and kill him. It wasn’t the first murder that their group was hired to do, and it most certainly wouldn’t be the last. Their group had a high accuracy rate, one of the highest in the business, and many tried to take out the top assassins, but their group was cloaked behind many passwords and codes, making it hard to even get a hold of them, let alone kill them.

Yehsung quickly opened the window and snuck in, Ryeowook quick behind him. It was late at night, and Kibum had taken out all the alarms, back at base. A map - of the rooms and where the man would be - had been scouted by Kangin, and now the two were here. Ryeowook quickly took the front when they got to the hallway where the bedroom would be, and opened the door with clothed hands. The moonlight showed the man sleeping, his arms around a woman, the sheets barely strewn upon their naked bodies.

Using the shadows to cloak his presence, Ryeowook was over their bodies in a blink, the muted gun against his head. A quick shot, causing blood and some substance he wasn’t sure of to shoot over his hand, made him grimace. This was a dirty job. Making sure the man was dead - a look sufficed - the two assassins were out of the room as fast as a night breeze.

Getting there was the fast part, getting back always took much longer. The two had to make sure they weren’t being followed, that they weren’t being tracked, and they broke away several times, going through some streets several times, and finally coming upon the base at separate times. Sometimes they got back fast, sometimes it took them hours to return to base.

Sitting on the comfortable leather chairs outside of the boss’s room, Ryeowook waited for Yehsung, who had taken the longer route. He didn’t have to wait long, because all too soon Yehsung was sitting in the chair beside him. The leather chairs were strange in the place where they were. The walls were concrete, broken in some places, stained in others, and it seemed so very cold and empty. The door to the boss’s room was a conspicuous black, and there was no doorknob on the outside.

Every now and then, Yehsung would look at Ryeowook, weird heady looks that caused Ryeowook to blush and look away. They also made him want to attack Yehsung at any moment, because the outfit he was wearing, the chain belt, the v-neck collar, the way his pants fit around his legs and waist, everything made him want to jump him. Yehsung smirked, an all-knowing smirk, and leaned over to touch his lips to Ryeowook’s ear. Darting his tongue out to flick the shell, Yehsung whispered, “You looked really hot today. I almost want to take you right now.”

Ryeowook licked his lips in desire, and turned towards Yehsung so his mouth was by Yehsung’s ear as well, “I think you’re going to have to wait.”

Leaning backwards, Yehsung touched his lips with Ryeowook’s briefly, “I think this can suffice… for now,” and then proceeded to push his tongue into Ryeowook’s mouth, exchanging breath for passion.

Ryeowook sucked on Yehsung’s tongue, loving the taste of him, and batted his tongue with his, leaning his head back for Yehsung to have more access. His hands clenched around Yehsung’s arms, running up and down the toned skin. After a few moments, a cough from behind them startled the two, and they drew back. “I think that will have to wait for the bedroom.” KyuHyun murmured, looking over the two with a displeased expression.

Wiping his mouth, Ryeowook had the decency to look down in embarrassment, but Yehsung merely leered, “You’re just grumpy because you’re not getting any.”

A scowl came over KyuHyun’s face, and he didn’t answer Yehsung’s comment, instead leading them into the boss’s room.

The boss was pleased with their account, and their share of the money was very handsome indeed.

“Let’s go to the bar.” Yehsung suggested, nudging Ryeowook lightly with his shoulder.

“The bar?” Ryeowook paused, “Then let’s have more people come. It’d be more fun with more people, right?”

“You don’t want to go with just me?” Yehsung pouted.

“Ah! No, I didn’t mean that-“

“-Wookie, I was kidding.” Yehsung laughed, cutting Ryeowook off. “Who do you want to come?”

Ryeowook looked up, thinking about different people, “Kibum, Kangin… Donghae and Hankyung, because the two can never be separated, HeeChul… Sungmin, and KyuHyun? Is that okay?”

“You did want more people, didn’t you?” Yehsung chuckled.

“I like the craziness when there are more people.” Ryeowook pouted.

“Well my Wookie is selfish, but that’s okay. Let’s run around inviting people, okay? I’ll get Sungmin, Donghae, Hankyung and KyuHyun, you get the other three, okay?”

“Okay!”

The bar was a bit crowded and finding seats for nine was a bit hard, but since Ryeowook sat on Yehsung’s lap, and Donghae on Hankyung’s, it wasn’t that bad. Yehsung wrapped his hands tight around Ryeowook’s waist, bringing him very close to his body. Donghae merely sat on Hankyung’s lap with almost indifference, that is, until Hankyung put his hand on Donghae’s thigh, massaging it lightly. The others were thankfully oblivious to both couples, although KyuHyun looked at the YehWook couple with an evil eye.

The drinks were scattered through the table, each person getting a different drink and confusing the waiter’s mind completely. Within the hour, everyone was drunk, with the exception of Kangin who was the driver. Ryeowook had turned to straddle Yehsung and had shoved his tongue down his throat, but by the sounds Yehsung was making, he had no complaints. Kibum had ran off with one of the girls that came by the table; HeeChul had decided to dress in an androgynous way today and had ran off with a guy; Sungmin had a collection of girls around him, and he was having fun showing off the things he could do with his hips. Kangin was sitting in the corner of the booth, feeling uncomfortable being around the grinding HanHae couple and mouth-sucking YehWook couple. KyuHyun, however, couldn’t keep his eyes off of Yehsung, and finally touched his shoulder. “I need to talk to you.”

Ryeowook pouted, but got off of Yehsung so KyuHyun could get a hold of him, and instead climbed over to Kangin. Putting his head on Kangin’s shoulder, Ryeowook smiled up at Kangin, “Hello Kangin!”

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Although KyuHyun’s voice was soft, anger was evident in his tone. “You confess to me, and when I turn you down you’re suddenly all over Ryeowook.”

“So you shouldn’t worry about it, should you? You turned me down after all.”

“Still, what do you think of getting a confession and then the person is immediately with someone else? Are you that fickle?”

Yehsung looked up quickly at that question, “I am not.”

KyuHyun’s eyebrows furrowed in fury, “You are! What are you doing with Ryeowook, then?”

“Trying to get your attention. Trying to get you jealous.” The words came out angrily, and Yehsung grabbed KyuHyun’s arm, bringing him close into a crushing kiss.

Pushing him off quickly, KyuHyun wiped his mouth with an over exaggerated sweep of his sleeve and looked at Yehsung with something akin to contempt, “You were trying to get me jealous?”

“You think I would like him? How could I like someone like that? As soon as I told him that I liked him - I’ve seen the looks he’s given me - he was all over me!”

“Do you think I would be happy about that? What were you thinking? Why would you do that to Ryeowook of all people?” Ryeowook, the one who had fought so hard to be in this gang of all things, who had worked and trained until he got to the top. Ryeowook, the one who did this all so he could be by Yehsung’s side, so that they could fight together as the top assassins. “Why Ryeowook?”

“He was easy.”

At those words, blind anger came over KyuHyun and he slapped Yehsung across the face as hard as he could. Yehsung’s face quickly blushed with pain, and his ears were ringing. His lip was tingling, and when Yehsung brought a finger up to it, he saw that it was cracked. Looking at the blood, Yehsung whipped his hand out. “Is it so bad that I love you this much?! Why won’t you love me back?” Although this encounter had begun as quiet, neither one of them held back their wrath now.

“I’m jealous. I admit it, I was jealous of you and Ryeowook, but the fact that you did this to him…” KyuHyun paused, looking everywhere but at Yehsung. “I’m not sure if you’re the person I thought you were, Yehsung. You might’ve been trying to get me jealous, but you did an evil thing, something dark. Something I didn’t think you were capable of. I knew you were a killer, but… to break Ryeowook’s heart. That’s something that’s unforgivable.” The disgust in KyuHyun’s eyes caused Yehsung to lurch backwards, and KyuHyun quickly walked past him before stopping briefly, a sad tone in his voice, “Look who heard.”

Yehsung whipped his head to the side. Ryeowook…

“Is it true?” Ryeowook whispers, coming up to Yehsung’s side, stumbling a bit from the alcohol still in his system. “Are you really… do you not…” Ryeowook paused again, “Is it true?”

His head drops, and he looks towards the floor before he nods, “It’s true.”

Ryeowook stares at him for a little bit, before he looks down, the prickling tears falling down his face, wanting to wipe them off, but resisting, letting them fall to the floor by themselves. “You bastard…”

Closing his eyes, Yehsung still stands in shock, surprised by all that just happened, aware of just losing the two people that he had in his life.

“You lying bastard.” Ryeowook repeats, “I should shoot you right now.” He looks away, “Do you know what I’ve done for you? Do you know what I’ve done because I love you? Do you know what it feels to have your heart broken like this?”

At that, Yehsung opens his eyes and looks into Ryeowook’s tear-filled ones. “I do.”

“No, you don’t. How can you say that? You don’t know anything.” Ryeowook tosses his head in contempt, and pulls out the gun that he always keeps with him. Touching the muzzle to Yehsung’s chest, “Maybe I should break your heart, since you broke mine. It’d be fair, and all.”

“Ryeowook…” Yehsung murmurs, and he brings his hands to hold onto the barrel. “Wookie…”

“How could you do this to me?” Ryeowook pushes the muzzle harder into Yehsung’s chest, now pinning him to the wall. “How could you do this…?”

Yehsung can no longer speak, the choices he made flashing before his eyes, and instead he merely moves the gun to his left side and closes his eyes. “Break my heart, Ryeowook. Break my heart… like I did to you.” Shatter it… into so many pieces that I can never pick them up. Make it so that it’s like glass, so that it cuts me, and I can give it to no one. So that I don’t have to hurt anyone ever again…

Ryeowook is on a mission, all cold eyes and glares, killing the hit with an ease that comes with practice. Almost like snapping a twig, or using a water gun. Except that the twig is bone, and the gun is real. Even in daylight when they don’t know what he is at night, what he does to people, they cringe away from him, seeing the darkness behind his eyes. He has an evilness exuding from him, and no one wants to get in his way.

His heart has frozen, a beautiful crystalline, one that’s striking to look at but never to touch. His appearance is stunning with that sort of cool beauty that requires a fine distance. And when he touches the dagger to his chest one night after one of the many killings, he can’t help but smile. The dagger is cold, almost like it had been in a freezer, and when he drives it in, he feels his heart finally break.

100 Theme Pic Challenge - Broken Pieces

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Finished at 00:06 7-31

A/N: HanHae almost seemed thrown in there, but since it was a sex scene, do you forgive me? I wanted them to have more… but I didn’t know where to add them… sorry ^^; This was requested by Heather, a month ago, who gave me ‘mobster!wookie fic! YehWook one-sided, HanHae on the side, and Yehsung wanting KyuHyun’ … xD

Ari, I swear I’m working on yours xD I’m just incredibly slow >.> (especially with me not writing so much atm) xD
If you click the request tag, you can get to where I allow people to make requests for stories? But as you can see, I'm a bit slow >.> but I do get them done~! ^^