Of Filth and Forces Part [2/2]
[C]Of Filth and Forces Part [2/2]
Rating: R (Language, Explicit Content)
Genre: Romance/Black Humor/Angst
Length: One-Shot
Pairings: Hanchul
Disclaimer: Sadly enough, I own none of the celebrities used in this fanfiction. They belong to themselves, or their management companies... whatever. This fanfic, in no way, represents the celebrities in real life. It's all in my head. The plot belongs to me and me only.
Summary: Hankyung is filthy rich. Heechul is filthy. The perfect match? Just maybe.
Heechul looked up and frowned. “What are you doing?”
“Going to get a room.” Heechul blinked at Hankyung, his large eyes sparkling effortlessly in his daze. “Why? Scared?” Hankyung laughed.
“Not so much scared compared to disgusted,” Heechul nearly hurled, “I don't want to have sex with you, so, take me back.” Hankyung ignored his request and simply walked on, holding a firm grip on Heechul's waist. “Didn't you hear me, you bastard? I said let me go!” His stumbling wasn’t helping him at all.
Hankyung frowned. “I don’t know why you’re being like this, Heechul. It’s been forever since we last saw each other. A little friendliness wouldn’t kill you, would it?”
“It would!”
Anger. Frustration. Confusion. These were all emotions that were raging through Hankyung but the fire within him didn’t stop there; it built up and sped his paces as he stalked their way to his Bentley. “I’m sure you’ve been told this a million times, but you really shouldn’t be prostituting yourself. Not that you’d listen, since you’re an ungrateful, conceited, unfeeling jerk.”
“You should not be one to talk,” Heechul scoffed, “I hear you’re a mafia boss nowadays, what a glory.”
“I sell firearms, that’s very different from being involved in the mafia.”
Heechul attempted to roll his eyes, but it only made him feel sick. “Same difference. Quite the title, really. I hear you’ve got people at your feet, kissing your shoes and waxing the floors for you to walk on. I mean, if I were you I wouldn’t waste time on someone like me-”
It was an abrupt shove Heechul felt that cut his sentence off early. He heard Hankyung shouting some instructions at the man sitting in the driver’s seat of the vehicle and the man scurried away, leaving the keys behind. Hankyung pulled the keys from the engine, locked all the doors, and jumped into the backseat with Heechul.
“What was that about wasting time?” Hankyung smiled.
Heechul bit his bottom lip nervously. “I was saying that if I were you, I wouldn’t be wasting time on a nobody like me. You could have anyone you want, Hankyung. There’s probably not a single person out there that would reject you now.”
“Now? What was wrong with me back then?”
It must have been a trick question of some sort because Heechul found himself to be tongue tied. No answer formed in his mind, his lips wouldn’t even budge, as he stared into Hankyung’s crescent shaped eyes.
“Speechless?” Hankyung laughed.
Heechul narrowed his eyes. “What do you want from me?”
“I just wanted to catch up,” Hankyung shrugged. He shifted himself in his seat so that he was fully facing Heechul. He leaned forward. “You know, like old friends do.”
It felt so hot in the Bentley that Heechul grew the temptation to plead Hankyung to switch the car on. He needed air because he was finding it hard to breath. He needed the fresh breeze from the air conditioner to cool his burning body. It must have been the car. It couldn’t possibly be the intense gaze Hankyung fixed upon him; like he was a prey of some sort and Hankyung wished to devour him.
“I don’t have anything-”
Before Heechul could finish, his lips were occupied by something much hotter than the car ever could have managed to be. He found Hankyung’s right hand wrapping around his neck and pulling him in, he felt Hankyung’s left hand snaking around his waist and up his shirt. His head felt woozy and the tips of his fingers pricked with an unknown sensation. He soon found himself sliding his hands up Hankyung’s back and reeling him in closer, so close that they were almost flesh against flesh. Almost.
Heechul moaned into Hankyung’s kiss, allowing Hankyung to take the opportunity to work his way through Heechul’s lips and to his target. The new connection garnered another moan from Heechul, this one louder and more heated than before. Hankyung felt himself bulging through his pants and proceeded to lower Heechul into laying position, situating himself on top of him.
He pulled Heechul’s shirt up, grinding his pelvis against Heechul’s to be delighted by the discovery that Heechul was in the same state he was. He was forced to momentarily break the kiss to remove the top and reveal Heechul’s bare chest. The smooth, pale skin glowed in the darkness of the car. Hankyung planted kisses on Heechul’s neck, sliding his tongue along his collar bone, as he continued the grind Heechul through the cloth.
The ecstasy accumulated and Heechul lost control of his breathing, he covered his eyes with the back of his arm with a hand on Hankyung’s shoulder. “Take it off,” Heechul demanded. Hankyung stopped briefly, stripping Heechul’s arm from his eyes. “You heard me. I said take it off.”
“Are you sure?” Hankyung asked, “I know you’re drunk and all right now, but I’m taking your word for it.”
“Just do it, god damn it.”
Hankyung smirked. He began to undress himself but apparently he wasn't fast enough for Heechul’s likening, so, Heechul helped him strip. Heechul ran his fingers along Hankyung’s toned lines; his arms, his chest, his abs, and pulled him down by the neck so their lips could meet again in sweaty unison.
“What was that about being needy?” Hankyung laughed between muffled kisses. Heechul ignored him. “This is an expensive car; we’ll need to be careful.”
Heechul puffed his cheeks impatiently and pulled Hankyung back to himself. “Screw the damn car, just fuck me.”
This wasn’t something Hankyung remembered about their past. Tangled limbs, sweaty bodies, hot whispers, tight grasps, pushing and pulling, yelling and moaning, scowling and permittance, these were all foreign to him when it came to Heechul. It wasn’t their first but it would probably be their most meaningful.
Hankyung collapsed on top of Heechul, their salty bodies clinging onto each other passionately. They were both exhausted but Heechul suddenly started laughing.
“Was this what you came back for?” Heechul asked lazily.
Hankyung shook his head, his lips on the crook of Heechul neck.
“Just because I’m drunk doesn’t mean I won’t remember this.”
Hankyung pushed himself up and supported himself by his elbows on either side of Heechul’s head. “Really? I think differently. You forgot last time.”
“Last time?” Heechul asked, brushing Hankyung’s bangs out of his face.
Hankyung pouted. “Point proven.”
“Last time-”
Heechul suddenly remembered the night he woke up to a stranger in his bed. The stranger had left before he could catch a good look at his face but the small glimpses and the limp body started to seem, and feel, familiar.
“It was you?!” Heechul shouted, fisting Hankyung’s chest. “You could have at least stayed and said hi or something.”
“Yeah,” Hankyung laughed, “That totally would have went well.”
“I-” Heechul paused, “You’re right, I would have slapped you in the face and ran off or something.”
Hankyung’s eyes widened in surprise. “So you do know yourself pretty well.”
“Shut up,” Heechul narrowed his eyes dangerously. “No one knows about this, or else.”
“Or else what?”
“I don’t know! Just... you’ll see if anyone ever hears of it!”
Something inside Hankyung’s chest fluttered and his heart rate accelerated to every word and movement Heechul made. His expressions were beautiful, his words were gentle but forceful, his eyes were sincere. He was just beautiful.
“I can’t guarantee anything,” Hankyung replied, getting up and starting to dress himself, “I can’t let anyone else touch you, so I’ll have to claim you.”
“Like hell you will,” Heechul scoffed, “I’m a free soul.”
“Not anymore,” Hankyung warned in a semi-serious tone, “You’re mine now.”
Heechul was about to protest when Hankyung shoved the door open and stepped out, closing the door behind him. “Get dressed Heechul, I’m taking you home.” The grin that spread itself upon Heechul’s face went unnoticed by said man, and unconsciously he started to dress himself. The voice shouted out to him again. “Our home.”
-
Leeteuk snuggled into Kangin’s hug, resting his head on Kangin’s broad chest. “Wow! Our Kim Heechul has finally been tamed? By a mafia boss, none the less.”
“He’s not a mafia boss!” Heechul corrected, “He just sells firearms. There’s a difference.”
“That’s not what you used to say,” Hankyung teased, taking a sip out of his bottle of water. “You two have to keep an eye on him for me. I don’t want him going back to clubs or hanging around those people anymore.”
“You got it,” Kangin grinned.
Leeteuk nodded, “I’m definitely with you on that one, Hannie.”
“Hannie?” Heechul glared at the older man, “That sounds gross.”
Kangin laughed, “You jealous?”
“Of what? Your boyfriends disgusting nicknames?” Heechul retorted.
“That Leeteuk is cuter than you,” Kangin replied matter-of-factly.
Heechul turned to Hankyung with his arms crossed over his torso. “Is he?”
Hankyung glanced between both men. “I think-” He took a breath, “Well, you’re both-”
“Don’t bother,” Heechul immediately frowned and turned away. “Don’t you have to go to work or something? Why are you still here?”
“You’re right,” Hankyung sighed, “Thanks for being an awesome host, I’ll see you two later.”
Heechul immediately stood to his feet and glared at Hankyung. “You’re really just going to leave?”
“You just told me to-”
“Just go!” Heechul groaned. He plopped onto the couch and huffed angrily, setting his gaze on the view outside the window. Leeteuk and Kangin were unsure whether it was appropriate to laugh or not, so Leeteuk simply buried his dimpled smile into Kangin’s chest.
Hankyung shook his head and walked over to Heechul. “Go to the orphanage for me, will you? Mimi will be waiting for you there, she misses you an awful lot.” He gave Heechul a small kiss on the forehead. “I’ll meet up with you for dinner. I promise.”
Heechul hesitated before nodding and returning a kiss to Hankyung’s lips. Hankyung smiled weakly before excusing himself again and leaving the room.
“He’s good,” Kangin nodded, “Really good.”
“He’s better than anything I would have expected you to end up with,” Leeteuk admitted.
Heechul smirked. “Of course he is. Didn’t I tell you before, Jungsoo? Does this,” he gestured at himself, “deserve anything but the best?”
“That’s what you say now but I know you really love him. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t be making such a fuss over the tiniest issues and give him such a hard time,” Leeteuk laughed. “I’m happy for you, Heechul. You’ve finally found the happiness you deserve. That person finally came back to fill the empty spot in you.”
“You give him too much credit,” Heechul blushed.
Kangin scoffed. “No, Jungsoo gave you too much credit. You’re just a softy on the inside, after all.”
Heechul felt his cell phone vibrate in his pocket. He pulled it out to discover a new text message:
To: Chul
From: Hankyung
Text: It’s raining outside. Be careful on your way to the orphanage; stay dry and don’t wander around. I’ve called a chauffeur to come get you, he’ll be there soon. See you soon. -Your Hankyung.
Heechul smiled. It was the warmest smile both Kangin and Leeteuk have witnessed from the man.
“He’s melted,” Leeteuk shook his head in disbelief.
Kangin shrugged, “That guy must be some kind of miracle.”
Heechul closed his cellular and returned it to his pocket. “No. He’s just Hankyung. My Hankyung.”
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