Venom in Our Veins; Chapter One; Ignited
Ontae ; R this part ; 1568 words
Warnings: let’s see, there’s boxboy and on top of that they’re twins; fraternal if it makes you feel better. There’s kink, going to be kinks. There’s some cursing. Oh and it is unbeta’d and to top it off it’s 5 am here so probably incoherent. Also if you’ve read the Flower of Evil you’ll probably come across some familiarities. This is a short but important chapter.
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A well-oiled door swings open on its hinges and a slip of a shadow, one Lee Taemin, carefully steps out. He hugs the wall of the hallway as he creeps forward. There’s one creaky floorboard in the middle of the hall he’s marked with a bit of clear nail polish and he’s careful to avoid it because his mother is dozing lightly in front of the television only one floor down. He counts 9 slow steps down the hallway before he pulls on his twin brother’s door. It lets out a long squeak. His body freezes in motion and he tries not to let the cold fear of being caught shiver down his back. He should have oiled it in the morning but he was running late and it’s much too late now to do much about it so he just curses under his breath.
He waits a full minute, perched on the balls of his feet and thankfully there are no steps coming up the stairs. He’ll worry about the door tomorrow, he promises himself as he slips in past the slit of space. His eyes are immediately drawn to the shadow cast across the floor from the figure sitting up in the bed and he sighs because he wanted to slip in unnoticed just once. There’s no words exchanged, just a shuffling of blankets before his icy body is pulled under the covers. Once safely cocooned, the two of them fall asleep quickly, lulled by their heartbeats in rhythm.
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“…Tae… Taem… wake up.” The voice is soft, insistent and husky with sleep. It’s the only voice his sleep addled mind ever responds to, the voice of his twin, Jinki, the only voice he’d never get tired of hearing. So he feigns sleep as he waits to hear his name whispered again. Or maybe today Jinki will let him stay until their mother wakes up.
“…Tae, you can’t stay... today’s Tuesday.” Taemin lets out a sigh and a pout because he hates Tuesdays. Tuesdays meant no sleeping in, Tuesdays meant he’d have to be extra careful around his father, and most importantly Tuesdays meant Jinki had to take the early train to school without him. So he throws a tantrum in the bed, legs flailing widely. He figures he could at least milk a little more time with his twin before he had to return to his own bed but Jinki just ignores his tantrum and pushes himself from bed.
“Hyung hyung, come back to bed. Hyung, hyuuuuung…” Taemin whines low in his chest and widens his eyes for effect. It doesn’t matter that he’s 17, the puppy dog eyes still works on Jinki if he was actually looking.
“Hyuuuung please please please I’ll give you a kiss!” When there’s still no reaction, Taemin pulls out the guilt card.
“Please hyung, I want a kiss, you promised, that night you promised that you’d always give me anything I want! I want kisses!“ The reminder of the night everything changed always guilt trips his twin brother into doing whatever Taemin wanted him to do. Like usual, Jinki obediently returns to kneel on the bed. He places one, two, three gentle kisses on Taemin’s forehead. Taemin just lifts an arm around Jinki’s neck and waits to be picked up. When Jinki rises and scoops him off the bed he turns his face into Jinki’s beautiful neck and bites down on his collarbone. It’s punishment for deliberately misreading his request, but Jinki doesn’t make a sound and Taemin’s heart skips a beat. He bites down harder and the only reaction he pulls from Jinki is a quiet grunt. He’s still making his way calmly out of the room with a half-naked Taemin cradled in his arm and Taemin’s blood boils under his skin at his twin’s lack of reaction when normally he’d already be manipulated into pushing Taemin against the door and shoving a tongue down his throat.
It was time to pull out the last card. He scissor kicks his legs up high and almost flings himself out of Jinki’s arms to crash into the hallway, a dangerous stunt to be pulling with his weak body. Jinki always caves when Taemin threatens self-harm, even after everything Taemin’s put him through. He rarely had to pull out all of his tricks on Jinki but recently he’d been resisting. This time he conceded and switched his path back around to their shared bathroom.
“Wash up with me.” Jinki says in his low voice and doesn’t give Taemin a chance at a choice as he sets him down on the cold marble counter. Not that he would want a choice when he’s finally got Jinki where he wants him. Fingers biting deeply into Taemin’s thigh in displeasure, Jinki turns and locks the bathroom door. Taemin only lets out a little mewl because anger is the one and only thing he owns of Jinki. It’s exclusively his, a dark smear across Jinki’s gentle, patient temperament that he reveals only to Taemin, no one else. It makes him giddy, this power to edge Jinki closer, to make his beautiful eyes take on that glint as he pushes Taemin’s body against the freezing mirror with no regards towards his frail body. That glint doesn’t leave his eyes as he leans over and bites Taemin’s chin, hands busy with turning on the water. So help him if it doesn’t turn him on when Jinki does menial tasks while touching him, when Jinki takes his anger out on him. The burn in his heart spreads to all the right places and he knows he’s all kinds of fucked up when Jinki touching inanimate objects fill him with jealousy.
Then Jinki reaches up and all but tears his shirt off over his head and his head bangs into the mirror so hard he sees white for a second. Then it doesn’t matter how fucked up he is because Jinki is pressing their lips together. There’s always a curled up ball of anger and desperation that unfurls in their actions when they’re alone like this. Their kisses hurt, scorches his tongue as if it was divine punishment for forcing his hyung into sin. Jinki’s just a little more unaffected than him and Taemin’s determined to even the playing table as he rubs, practically rolls his body against Jinki’s. Then all too soon Jinki’s ripping his mouth away and he watches the line of saliva between their mouths snap and land on his chest. Jinki hurriedly spreads Taemin’s legs and twists his body to his will and as he slips Taemin’s tiny pair of shorts off, he watches without movement. In the back of his mind he knows his hyung only gives into him because of guilt, that all the affection he’d ever had for Taemin had been seared from him by Taemin’s own hands. The rough touch of Jinki’s hands between his thighs sends the thought back to oblivion and Taemin’s face lifts into a smirk. He helps Jinki step out of his pants before he’s pulled off the counter and into the shower.
The hand wrapped around Taemin’s thin waist keeps him steady as he makes a grab for the soap. It’s slipping through his fingers in his haste to build lather and Jinki’s biting at his neck with a gentle arm around his waist is throwing him off. When a particularly hard bite causes him to drop the soap at their feet, he takes the hard cock rubbing against his back in hand and jerks. Jinki’s moan echoes off the shower tiles and Taemin’s victory smirk is accompanied by the slide of his thumb over the slit, pushing in ever so slightly. Hips snap forward and Taemin’s mouth is caught in a bruising kiss. He loosens his grip deliberately when Jinki starts fucking into his hands but then Jinki’s wrapping his fingers around Taemin’s wrist and jerking himself off with Taemin’s hands. If he wanted it that way, Taemin could oblige. With a well-practiced twist of his wrists, his fingers tightened just under the head, Jinki is spilling fast and hot all over his own neglected erection.
He pushes close to Jinkis chest, blatantly rubbing against him as he pushed up on his toes for a kiss. Jinki doesn’t even react to the kiss, just looks down at him and Taemin can’t hide his frustration at that. So he bites down on Jinki’s lips until he tastes the metal of blood on his teeth and pulls back with blood and smirk spread across his face. The smirk falls quickly when not a single trace of anger could be found in Jinki and Taemin flounders. He pushes away and stands himself directly under the stinging spray. The thoughts rushing through his mind are more horrible than the next. The thought that his effect on Jinki was wearing off or maybe he’s finally, finally realized how disgusting what they do is slithers disgustingly down his spine and he couldn’t help the tears welling up so he blinks them away.
The calloused pads of Jinki fingers touch his neck and he jerks away, pushing out of the shower. He needed to think and he needed away from Jinki because the tears wouldn’t stop coming. He snags a towel and all but runs out the bathroom, dripping water he’ll probably get slapped for later all over the hardwood floor.
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