Fic: Make me Perfect 2/4
Title: Make me Perfect
Author: kayevelyn
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Qmimin
Rating: +17
Summary: Nobility!au Kyuhyun had always been his master’s favourite. He wasn't sure if he still was.
Warnings: BDSM, Collaring, breath play, knife play, caning/spanking, past branding
Notes: For umberela and evanelric. So you're probably all looking at this going "Hey kayevelyn decided to add an extra chapter because she realized she can't fit this amount of hot into two chapters!" but .... sadly that's not the case. The truth is I was writing tonight and then my brother THREW OFF MY GROOVE! so you get a chapter tonight that doesn't have nearly what I wanted in it :| But at least I posted \o/// So enjoy it. There is a part three coming :D
Chapter 1
The first thing Zhou Mi did was stop touching Sungmin. And began touching Kyuhyun a lot. It was all part of the training. Kyuhyun remembered how his own training had gone, and knew what to expect, but unlike what other slaves might have done, he didn’t see any need to forewarn Sungmin about it. Mostly because he was still bitter.
He wanted Sungmin to fail, to be too surprised, to be too overwhelmed to the point of tears, and a mental breakdown. Where he started to beg Zhou Mi to stop because he couldn’t handle it. Kyuhyun had known of slaves that it happened to. Slaves whose masters were cruel and unforgiving, nothing like Zhou Mi was. And so a part of Kyuhyun knew it was almost impossible for Sungmin to fail, because Zhou Mi was malleable, willing to wait for his slave to be ready.
But another part waited for Sungmin to break down with relish.
The point of Zhou Mi not touching Sungmin was to get control over his body. Kyuhyun remembered that for him it took almost a month. A long painful month where he spent most of his time curled up at the end of Zhou Mi’s bed, pleading for some acknowledgement.
It was different for Sungmin though, because instead of not being touched, and only being able to watch Zhou Mi, laid out, stroking his cock lazily every night, Sungmin had to watch Zhou Mi stroke Kyuhyun’s cock. Had to watch Zhou Mi lay Kyuhyun out, right in front of him, and take him, hard and fast, and then slow and loving. He had to have Kyuhyun breathing, right there, mouth inches away from his erection, and know that he couldn’t move his hand to bring Kyuhyun those few inches closer.
Kyuhyun knew he would have lost it within the first week, and he was impressed because it was going on the fifth day that Sungmin had been there, five days since he had come. At least, five days since he had come intentionally. On the third morning, after Sungmin had watched Zhou Mi take Kyuhyun after paddling him until his behind and the back of his thighs were red, Sungmin had woken up with come dried on his stomach.
He had looked away from Kyuhyun quickly, refusing to meet his eye until Zhou Mi woke, and dismissed him to clean himself up. Kyuhyun hadn’t watched Sungmin, too busy with Zhou Mi’s reaction. It was obvious he was proud, because now that Sungmin was beginning to lose control of his own body Zhou Mi could take control, and do with it what he liked.
“You’re happy,” Kyuhyun said, trying not to be accusatory, but he was, just a little. He had hoped Zhou Mi would have sent Sungmin on his way to the kitchens by now.
“You talk too much,” Zhou Mi responded, pulling Kyuhyun into him.
In the distance he could hear Sungmin running water, but Kyuhyun didn’t try to focus on that. He focused on Zhou Mi’s heartbeat and how much it calmed him down when he needed to.
“Do you remember your training Kui Xian?” Zhou Mi asked, kissing his forehead, and Kyuhyun nodded slowly. “Did you know I never once thought you weren’t worth it?” Kyuhyun was silent, because he hadn’t known. He had thought every day Zhou Mi had weighed his good qualities and his bad qualities and debated whether or not Kyuhyun was worth it. “I bought you because I wanted you. I knew you could be exactly what I wanted.” He dropped another kiss on Kyuhyun’s neck. “And I’ve kept you because you still surprise me.”
Kyuhyun smiled at that, turning his head to look at Zhou Mi. He knew he was good, but it never hurt to hear the praise. “Do you really think you’ll get lucky twice?”
Zhou Mi tried to hide his smile from breaking out as he nodded. “I made you Kui Xian,” and the words made Kyuhyun’s heart tighten in appreciation, glad he could live up to what his master had wanted. “I know I can make him too. So be nicer to him.” The last part was said chidingly, and Kyuhyun was taken aback for a moment. Zhou Mi smiled at that, something more subtle than what he normally did. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you not saying two words to him since we got him. You play nice in the bedroom, but outside of it,” he made a motion with his hand and then let out a sigh. “Don’t make me order you, Kui Xian. I prefer it when you do it on your own accord.”
Kyuhyun ducked his head, hiding it in Zhou Mi’s shoulder as he nodded and Sungmin came out of the bathroom, toweled dry. “Yes master.”
Zhou Mi kissed him again, lightly on the cheek before standing up and walking into the bathroom, not touching Sungmin as he went. Sungmin stood there, unsure what to do and Kyuhyun pointed to the edge of the bed. Sungmin edged his way closer, waiting for Kyuhyun to change his mind no doubt and Kyuhyun dropped his hand, sighing.
“Master wants you on the edge of the bed,” he said and Sungmin moved quicker now that he knew it was something Zhou Mi wanted. Kyuhyun blinked, surprised as Sungmin curled up in the position he normally slept in, waiting for Zhou Mi to return.
Kyuhyun opened his mouth to speak again but closed it, sitting in silence, just watching Sungmin breathe in and out.
He could barely remember what Sungmin sounded like, because he rarely heard him talk. Kyuhyun wanted to hear him talk again, he realized. Because it was weird for someone to be so quiet. Even the slaves whose masters ordered them not to talk, knew it didn’t extend to when it was just slave to slave. But Sungmin seemed so determined not to talk that Kyuhyun didn’t want to force him. It wasn’t his job to force him.
And even today, after watching Sungmin continue to wake up every morning, come on his stomach, he still didn’t try to talk unless he was spoken to first. Kyuhyun had to admit that he was becoming envious of that kind of control. By the time he had spent a week waking up with come on his stomach Kyuhyun had snapped at Zhou Mi, told him to do something.
And Zhou Mi had. He’d forced him to his knees and made him wait, wait the entire day as he came and went, doing his normal business. It had been torture on Kyuhyun’s knees but he learned from it. By the time Zhou Mi had let him up at the end of the day, Kyuhyun had apologized, head bent in shame. Zhou Mi had just brushed him off and laid him out on the bed, rubbing his knees down until Kyuhyun was hard and completely relaxed.
He still hadn’t let Kyuhyun come but the touch had been nice.
Sungmin hadn’t had any of the touch though. Just Kyuhyun, bent over him.
Maybe he was going mad and the not talking was just a sign of that. Kyuhyun watched him, just to be sure. Because it wouldn’t be good if he just cracked. Slaves who cracked, rare as they were, tended to burn houses down.
Six days into owning Sungmin and Kyuhyun watched him wake up, hand immediately going to his stomach and he deflated. Kyuhyun wanted to tell him it was normal and it was fine, but the words wouldn’t come out. Sungmin rolled over, waiting for Zhou Mi to tell him what to do. Kyuhyun looked up where Zhou Mi was working, had been working since he had woken up earlier.
“Give him a bath Kui Xian,” Zhou Mi said, not looking up from the accounts he was going over.
Kyuhyun looked at Sungmin, who slowly got out of bed, hand trying to hide his stomach. Kyuhyun looked back at Zhou Mi. “Why me?”
Zhou Mi shot him an amused look before glancing at Sungmin, and then back at his papers. “Well you don’t expect me to touch him yet, do you?”
Kyuhyun knew that it was just normal talk, but he still saw Sungmin give a slight wince. The words sounded crueler than they were, and Kyuhyun got up with a sigh, touching Sungmin’s shoulder lightly to guide him into the bathroom. He tried to ignore how Sungmin’s skin got covered in goosebumps at the slightest touch, because it brought him back to his own training days much too quickly.
He drew the bath for Sungmin as he stood in the open door. Kyuhyun let out a sigh and stood, closing the door. Sungmin looked at him unsure and Kyuhyun gave him a look. “Master doesn’t mind if we’re alone together. He wouldn’t have ordered otherwise.”
Sungmin didn’t say anything, not even as he climbed into the water and had the washcloth taken away from him by Kyuhyun. He shuddered as Kyuhyun soaped the washcloth up and began to clean his stomach off. Kyuhyun was careful in how he touched Sungmin, making sure to avoid his erection, at least in the beginning. Because Sungmin kept silent, even as Kyuhyun continued to talk.
“The point is that you get hard on command, and come on command,” Kyuhyun was explaining, trying to fit the role of a good slave, a helpful slave. “Master doesn’t normally use the skill, the idea is more that he can than that he does.” He took his hand away from Sungmin’s body with a heavy sigh, not sure what else to say.
“You don’t need to be nice to me,” Sungmin said quietly. “I know you want me gone.” Kyuhyun sucked in a breath, surprised that Sungmin had finally spoken. “I spoke to sir about it.”
“Master, he doesn’t like being called sir,” Kyuhyun whispered but Sungmin ignored him.
“Sir told me earlier that he planned on keeping me, but I know that if you don’t want me he’ll change his mind.”
Kyuhyun leaned back on his hunches, dropping the washcloth. “Don’t, don’t worry about that anymore, okay. If Master wants you, he can have you.” He looked up. “I know my place, Sungmin. So let’s start again, okay?”
Sungmin looked at him warily, glancing at his hand to see if he would extend it. But Kyuhyun just picked up the washcloth and dipped it back in the water.
“Lean forward,” Kyuhyun said, and Sungmin slowly did, following the gentle guiding of Kyuhyun’s hand. Kyuhyun washed his back carefully, running it over the bumps of Sungmin’s spine.
As he pulled him back into a leaning position, running the washcloth down his front he couldn’t stop his smirk. Sungmin looked at him unsure.
“Do you ever cheat?” Kyuhyun asked, and Sungmin’s eyes went wide.
“What?” He squeaked and quickly shook his head. “No, never.”
Kyuhyun let out a laugh and glanced at Sungmin’s cock, hard against his stomach. “It’s just between us. I know I do sometimes.”
Sungmin shook his head again. “No. It’s not how I,” he paused and looked at Kyuhyun. “I won’t tell sir though.”
Kyuhyun bit his tongue from correcting Sungmin and just pushed ahead. “He already knows that I cheat. I can’t hide anything from him. It’s more of a game between us.”
“A game?” Sungmin asked, relaxing just slightly.
“Master won’t get mad.” Kyuhyun didn’t reach for him though, because Sungmin seemed unsure, scared even. He would need to talk to Zhou Mi about it.
“Please no,” Sungmin whispered and Kyuhyun stood up quickly, putting as much space between them as the bathroom would allow.
No meant no and Kyuhyun swallowed, eyes wide, because he had made Sungmin say no. “Sorry.” He opened the door and stepped out as quickly as he could. “Just, when you’re done you can come out.”
He shut the door quickly and turned around, going directly to Zhou Mi while taking deep breaths. Zhou Mi looked down at where he was kneeling and ran his fingers through Kyuhyun’s hair.
“What’s the matter Kui Xian?” Zhou Mi asked going back to his work.
“Sungmin told me no,” Kyuhyun whispered and he looked up with wide eyes. “I didn’t mean for him to!”
Zhou Mi leaned back from his desk, taking Kyuhyun with him. “What were you saying to him? Doing to him?”
Kyuhyun swallowed, because he knew he couldn’t lie and he just needed to steel himself for this. “I was just asking if he ever cheated.”
Zhou Mi frowned. “Cheated? Cheated my orders?”
“Cheated any orders,” Kyuhyun clarified.
“Kui Xian,” he drawled out his name. “You are aware not all slaves are like you. Some do follow their masters orders, and get punished when they cheat.”
“But Sungmin has never had a master before you,” Kyuhyun said.
“I know, but he was,” he paused, “he was trained before he came here. And sometimes impersonal training is worse than anything a master can give.” Zhou Mi went quiet as the door opened as Sungmin stepped out. He let out a sigh and motioned to the bed. “Get on the bed.”
Sungmin moved quickly and Zhou Mi picked Kyuhyun up by the hair, dragging him to the bed.
“So I hear Kui Xian was trying to pressure you to cheat my orders,” Zhou Mi said quietly, and Sungmin looked up. Kyuhyun was quiet as Sungmin shook his head. “I don’t understand body language. So speak up.”
“I don’t want to get him in trouble,” Sungmin whispered and Zhou Mi deposited Kyuhyun on the bed, forcing him across the mattress.
“You won’t. He already got himself in trouble by telling me. So tell me.”
Sungmin looked at Kyuhyun, and slowly nodded. “He was just trying to make conversation. He knows how hard training can be, but I am getting used to it.”
Zhou Mi reached forward and Sungmin stared at his hand, mouth open as it almost touched Sungmin’s cheek. Zhou Mi stopped before he could touch him though and Sungmin let out a breath of air.
“Not yet,” Zhou Mi whispered. “Not quite ready yet.” He turned his attention on Kyuhyun. “Were you trying to get Sungmin in trouble?”
“No master.”
“Are you sure?”
“I was trying to help him. Like you asked me to.”
Zhou Mi stroked Kyuhyun’s cheek and he almost let himself relax. Zhou Mi pulled his hand away and stood to his full height while they sat on the bed. “Turn over Kui Xian,” Zhou Mi ordered as he stripped off the robe he had been wearing to work in.
Kyuhyun followed the order, turning over, eyes locking with Sungmin’s for a moment, before he rose to his knees, knowing what was coming. He took a few deep breaths, and closed his eyes, wondering if it would be a leather strap or a paddle.
The bedside drawer opened, but that didn’t tell him anything. Zhou Mi kept both in there.
“Sungmin, are his eyes closed?” Kyuhyun couldn’t see what Sungmin did, since he had reverted back to not talking. “Good. Now Sungmin, I want you to know I’m not mad at Kyuhyun. He just needs a reminder, something to ground him sometimes.”
“Teach him his place,” Sungmin said softly and Kyuhyun was surprised that he had spoken.
He wasn’t sure if Zhou Mi was proud that Sungmin was talking now, but he did sound fond when he spoke next. “Yes, in a way. I want you to understand I don’t punish out of anger like this. A true punishment will be given by someone else. Okay?” Again Kyuhyun couldn’t see what Sungmin’s reaction was but Zhou Mi made an encouraging sound before speaking. “Now, you’re allowed to touch him if you like. Pull him close, hold him if you think he needs something to hold onto. I’m only going to give him six, one for each day you’ve been here, because that’s how many days he’s been acting off. But they will hurt him.” He was silent for a moment and Kyuhyun took a deep breath. “Are you okay with that?”
Kyuhyun jumped when he felt hands on his biceps, pulling his face up until he was pressed against something warm. Sungmin’s stomach. He let out another breath and wrapped his fingers around Sungmin’s thighs, raising his hips higher so it was easier for Zhou Mi to spank him.
“Kui Xian,” Zhou Mi said, and the words weren’t cold, but definitely impersonal. Kyuhyun relaxed himself, because tensing made it even more painful. “Count each stroke.”
The first one was square across his butt, whipping pain through his spine up to his cheeks. The leather strap had cracked sickeningly against his flesh and Kyuhyun winced as he called out, “one.”
The second strike was just a bit below the first one, enough for them to cross and the sting to register. It was painful and Kyuhyun was already beginning to see white flashes in his eyes. “Two.”
The third was on the back of his thighs. It wasn’t as hard, because he was sensitive there, but it stung and Kyuhyun let out a whimper as Sungmin stroked his cheek carefully, running his fingers through his hair. He was beginning to sweat already. “Three.”
He let out a cry at the fourth because it was right where the first had been, and Kyuhyun knew it would form a welt later on that day. Zhou Mi didn’t give him time to think when the fifth was delivered, and the quick succession of pain made Kyuhyun very aware of how hard he was becoming. Sungmin’s own erection was brushing against his chest and he when he said “five” it came out more whimper than word.
The last one cracked through the air, the leather biting into his skin and Kyuhyun couldn’t stop himself from biting softly into Sungmin’s stomach. He needed to grab onto something, and Sungmin let out a cry, but didn’t move. He let him sink his teeth in and let the pain out that way.
Kyuhyun released the flesh after a moment, dropping his forehead to Sungmin’s thigh and breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth. He still felt the stinging when Zhou Mi ran his hand over the strap marks. There was distinct difference in temperature between Zhou Mi’s hand and himself, and Kyuhyun knew he was covered in a sheen of sweat from his punishment.
He shuddered as Zhou Mi pulled him back, seemingly uncaring of how tender Kyuhyun’s ass was, and he whimpered as Zhou Mi spread his legs. He opened his eyes, finding himself staring straight up to Sungmin’s erection and he licked his lips as Zhou Mi prepared him quickly. He was already hard, and still stretched from last night.
“Watch, don’t touch yourself. Don’t get hard,” Zhou Mi said just before he entered Kyuhyun and it was directed to Sungmin. He grabbed Kyuhyun by the shoulder and forced him onto his hands so he could look at Sungmin’s face. “You watch him. And remember that you need to be nice to him.”
Kyuhyun gasped as Zhou Mi entered him, pressing hard against him and the pain shot through his spine once more. He was close to Sungmin, they were practically breathing the same air, and he heard Zhou Mi let out a grunted laugh.
“You can touch him, just not,” he trailed off with a sigh as he pushed in deeper, but Kyuhyun understood and he leaned over, kissing Sungmin.
Sungmin gasped in his mouth, leaning forward, and when they broke the kiss Kyuhyun looked down, impressed that Sungmin had forced himself to lose his erection. He wondered if that meant Sungmin was almost ready to give control over to Zhou Mi, if maybe that’s what Zhou Mi really wanted to test. Kyuhyun wished he was in a position where he could test that, but he wasn’t.
Zhou Mi thrust into him again and it pushed Kyuhyun off his hands and he grabbed hold of Sungmin’s knees to steady himself. He stared up at Sungmin, eyes on his cock and he wanted, he really wanted to be able to lean forward and suck on him. Because it’s what his master wanted, what he was training them both for, and there was no harm in trying it early. Was there?
Just one little phrase. Maybe it would work. Zhou Mi would like it if it did. Kyuhyun was positive of that.
“Get hard,” Kyuhyun whispered, tongue aching to lick the underside of Sungmin’s cock and he winced when Zhou Mi tugged on his hair hard. Much too hard.
“Flaccid,” Zhou Mi hissed, biting his lip, and even though Kyuhyun couldn’t see him he could imagine he was looking straight at Sungmin.
Sungmin, who Kyuhyun glanced up at and watched his eyes. His eyes went wide and then he clenched them tight, trying to will down his erection. Kyuhyun knew how hard it was in the beginning, but it got easier, it really did.
Zhou Mi tugged on Kyuhyun’s hair, pulling him up, and Kyuhyun went where he was ordered to go. “Flaccid, Sungmin,” he said again, voice hard as his hand traveled down to wrap around Kyuhyun’s cock. He swallowed because he knew what was coming next. “Like this, Sungmin. Watch Kui Xian.”
Okay, so it was hard, very hard to pull his erection back when Zhou Mi was pushing into him, hitting his prostate with every stroke, but Kyuhyun closed his eyes and focused. His will to please Zhou Mi was stronger than any bodily desire and he could do anything Zhou Mi wanted.
He was panting, and he wasn’t even sure if he had had accomplished it until he felt Zhou Mi kissing down his neck, whispering softly how good he was. Kyuhyun let out a dry sob as Zhou Mi dropped his hand from his cock to the inside of his thigh, still moving inside him, and when finally, Zhou Mi told him he could go back to enjoying himself, he dropped forward onto his forearms, reaching for Sungmin’s thighs to grab onto something.
He let out another sob as he became hard again, and he no longer cared about Sungmin and his training, as he lost himself in his master thrusting into him over and over again. He bit down, not sure if it was his own arm or Sungmin’s thigh, and he didn’t care because he was hard again, and so close to coming, and his master was using him just the way he liked and it was perfect and the world was going blank around the edges of his eyes and he didn’t care about anything.
He must have blacked out, because when he came too Sungmin was kissing him, stretched out next to him, and Zhou Mi must have been pleased with both of them to let this happen. He sighed into the kiss, finally aware of it, before he broke it and looked down. Come was on both of their stomachs, and he looked back up, into Sungmin’s eyes which were brighter than Kyuhyun could ever remember them.
“Come here,” Zhou Mi’s voice called, and Kyuhyun looked over his shoulder to him. “Yes both of you,” Zhou Mi continued and slowly the two of them crawled up to him, curling around his body. He didn’t tell either of them that he was proud of them, but Kyuhyun knew, as he let out a yawn and stretched his arm out to touch Sungmin’s side.
Kyuhyun found himself hoping that Sungmin understood it a little better now.
Chapter 3
Author: kayevelyn
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Qmimin
Rating: +17
Summary: Nobility!au Kyuhyun had always been his master’s favourite. He wasn't sure if he still was.
Warnings: BDSM, Collaring, breath play, knife play, caning/spanking, past branding
Notes: For umberela and evanelric. So you're probably all looking at this going "Hey kayevelyn decided to add an extra chapter because she realized she can't fit this amount of hot into two chapters!" but .... sadly that's not the case. The truth is I was writing tonight and then my brother THREW OFF MY GROOVE! so you get a chapter tonight that doesn't have nearly what I wanted in it :| But at least I posted \o/// So enjoy it. There is a part three coming :D
Chapter 1
The first thing Zhou Mi did was stop touching Sungmin. And began touching Kyuhyun a lot. It was all part of the training. Kyuhyun remembered how his own training had gone, and knew what to expect, but unlike what other slaves might have done, he didn’t see any need to forewarn Sungmin about it. Mostly because he was still bitter.
He wanted Sungmin to fail, to be too surprised, to be too overwhelmed to the point of tears, and a mental breakdown. Where he started to beg Zhou Mi to stop because he couldn’t handle it. Kyuhyun had known of slaves that it happened to. Slaves whose masters were cruel and unforgiving, nothing like Zhou Mi was. And so a part of Kyuhyun knew it was almost impossible for Sungmin to fail, because Zhou Mi was malleable, willing to wait for his slave to be ready.
But another part waited for Sungmin to break down with relish.
The point of Zhou Mi not touching Sungmin was to get control over his body. Kyuhyun remembered that for him it took almost a month. A long painful month where he spent most of his time curled up at the end of Zhou Mi’s bed, pleading for some acknowledgement.
It was different for Sungmin though, because instead of not being touched, and only being able to watch Zhou Mi, laid out, stroking his cock lazily every night, Sungmin had to watch Zhou Mi stroke Kyuhyun’s cock. Had to watch Zhou Mi lay Kyuhyun out, right in front of him, and take him, hard and fast, and then slow and loving. He had to have Kyuhyun breathing, right there, mouth inches away from his erection, and know that he couldn’t move his hand to bring Kyuhyun those few inches closer.
Kyuhyun knew he would have lost it within the first week, and he was impressed because it was going on the fifth day that Sungmin had been there, five days since he had come. At least, five days since he had come intentionally. On the third morning, after Sungmin had watched Zhou Mi take Kyuhyun after paddling him until his behind and the back of his thighs were red, Sungmin had woken up with come dried on his stomach.
He had looked away from Kyuhyun quickly, refusing to meet his eye until Zhou Mi woke, and dismissed him to clean himself up. Kyuhyun hadn’t watched Sungmin, too busy with Zhou Mi’s reaction. It was obvious he was proud, because now that Sungmin was beginning to lose control of his own body Zhou Mi could take control, and do with it what he liked.
“You’re happy,” Kyuhyun said, trying not to be accusatory, but he was, just a little. He had hoped Zhou Mi would have sent Sungmin on his way to the kitchens by now.
“You talk too much,” Zhou Mi responded, pulling Kyuhyun into him.
In the distance he could hear Sungmin running water, but Kyuhyun didn’t try to focus on that. He focused on Zhou Mi’s heartbeat and how much it calmed him down when he needed to.
“Do you remember your training Kui Xian?” Zhou Mi asked, kissing his forehead, and Kyuhyun nodded slowly. “Did you know I never once thought you weren’t worth it?” Kyuhyun was silent, because he hadn’t known. He had thought every day Zhou Mi had weighed his good qualities and his bad qualities and debated whether or not Kyuhyun was worth it. “I bought you because I wanted you. I knew you could be exactly what I wanted.” He dropped another kiss on Kyuhyun’s neck. “And I’ve kept you because you still surprise me.”
Kyuhyun smiled at that, turning his head to look at Zhou Mi. He knew he was good, but it never hurt to hear the praise. “Do you really think you’ll get lucky twice?”
Zhou Mi tried to hide his smile from breaking out as he nodded. “I made you Kui Xian,” and the words made Kyuhyun’s heart tighten in appreciation, glad he could live up to what his master had wanted. “I know I can make him too. So be nicer to him.” The last part was said chidingly, and Kyuhyun was taken aback for a moment. Zhou Mi smiled at that, something more subtle than what he normally did. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you not saying two words to him since we got him. You play nice in the bedroom, but outside of it,” he made a motion with his hand and then let out a sigh. “Don’t make me order you, Kui Xian. I prefer it when you do it on your own accord.”
Kyuhyun ducked his head, hiding it in Zhou Mi’s shoulder as he nodded and Sungmin came out of the bathroom, toweled dry. “Yes master.”
Zhou Mi kissed him again, lightly on the cheek before standing up and walking into the bathroom, not touching Sungmin as he went. Sungmin stood there, unsure what to do and Kyuhyun pointed to the edge of the bed. Sungmin edged his way closer, waiting for Kyuhyun to change his mind no doubt and Kyuhyun dropped his hand, sighing.
“Master wants you on the edge of the bed,” he said and Sungmin moved quicker now that he knew it was something Zhou Mi wanted. Kyuhyun blinked, surprised as Sungmin curled up in the position he normally slept in, waiting for Zhou Mi to return.
Kyuhyun opened his mouth to speak again but closed it, sitting in silence, just watching Sungmin breathe in and out.
He could barely remember what Sungmin sounded like, because he rarely heard him talk. Kyuhyun wanted to hear him talk again, he realized. Because it was weird for someone to be so quiet. Even the slaves whose masters ordered them not to talk, knew it didn’t extend to when it was just slave to slave. But Sungmin seemed so determined not to talk that Kyuhyun didn’t want to force him. It wasn’t his job to force him.
And even today, after watching Sungmin continue to wake up every morning, come on his stomach, he still didn’t try to talk unless he was spoken to first. Kyuhyun had to admit that he was becoming envious of that kind of control. By the time he had spent a week waking up with come on his stomach Kyuhyun had snapped at Zhou Mi, told him to do something.
And Zhou Mi had. He’d forced him to his knees and made him wait, wait the entire day as he came and went, doing his normal business. It had been torture on Kyuhyun’s knees but he learned from it. By the time Zhou Mi had let him up at the end of the day, Kyuhyun had apologized, head bent in shame. Zhou Mi had just brushed him off and laid him out on the bed, rubbing his knees down until Kyuhyun was hard and completely relaxed.
He still hadn’t let Kyuhyun come but the touch had been nice.
Sungmin hadn’t had any of the touch though. Just Kyuhyun, bent over him.
Maybe he was going mad and the not talking was just a sign of that. Kyuhyun watched him, just to be sure. Because it wouldn’t be good if he just cracked. Slaves who cracked, rare as they were, tended to burn houses down.
Six days into owning Sungmin and Kyuhyun watched him wake up, hand immediately going to his stomach and he deflated. Kyuhyun wanted to tell him it was normal and it was fine, but the words wouldn’t come out. Sungmin rolled over, waiting for Zhou Mi to tell him what to do. Kyuhyun looked up where Zhou Mi was working, had been working since he had woken up earlier.
“Give him a bath Kui Xian,” Zhou Mi said, not looking up from the accounts he was going over.
Kyuhyun looked at Sungmin, who slowly got out of bed, hand trying to hide his stomach. Kyuhyun looked back at Zhou Mi. “Why me?”
Zhou Mi shot him an amused look before glancing at Sungmin, and then back at his papers. “Well you don’t expect me to touch him yet, do you?”
Kyuhyun knew that it was just normal talk, but he still saw Sungmin give a slight wince. The words sounded crueler than they were, and Kyuhyun got up with a sigh, touching Sungmin’s shoulder lightly to guide him into the bathroom. He tried to ignore how Sungmin’s skin got covered in goosebumps at the slightest touch, because it brought him back to his own training days much too quickly.
He drew the bath for Sungmin as he stood in the open door. Kyuhyun let out a sigh and stood, closing the door. Sungmin looked at him unsure and Kyuhyun gave him a look. “Master doesn’t mind if we’re alone together. He wouldn’t have ordered otherwise.”
Sungmin didn’t say anything, not even as he climbed into the water and had the washcloth taken away from him by Kyuhyun. He shuddered as Kyuhyun soaped the washcloth up and began to clean his stomach off. Kyuhyun was careful in how he touched Sungmin, making sure to avoid his erection, at least in the beginning. Because Sungmin kept silent, even as Kyuhyun continued to talk.
“The point is that you get hard on command, and come on command,” Kyuhyun was explaining, trying to fit the role of a good slave, a helpful slave. “Master doesn’t normally use the skill, the idea is more that he can than that he does.” He took his hand away from Sungmin’s body with a heavy sigh, not sure what else to say.
“You don’t need to be nice to me,” Sungmin said quietly. “I know you want me gone.” Kyuhyun sucked in a breath, surprised that Sungmin had finally spoken. “I spoke to sir about it.”
“Master, he doesn’t like being called sir,” Kyuhyun whispered but Sungmin ignored him.
“Sir told me earlier that he planned on keeping me, but I know that if you don’t want me he’ll change his mind.”
Kyuhyun leaned back on his hunches, dropping the washcloth. “Don’t, don’t worry about that anymore, okay. If Master wants you, he can have you.” He looked up. “I know my place, Sungmin. So let’s start again, okay?”
Sungmin looked at him warily, glancing at his hand to see if he would extend it. But Kyuhyun just picked up the washcloth and dipped it back in the water.
“Lean forward,” Kyuhyun said, and Sungmin slowly did, following the gentle guiding of Kyuhyun’s hand. Kyuhyun washed his back carefully, running it over the bumps of Sungmin’s spine.
As he pulled him back into a leaning position, running the washcloth down his front he couldn’t stop his smirk. Sungmin looked at him unsure.
“Do you ever cheat?” Kyuhyun asked, and Sungmin’s eyes went wide.
“What?” He squeaked and quickly shook his head. “No, never.”
Kyuhyun let out a laugh and glanced at Sungmin’s cock, hard against his stomach. “It’s just between us. I know I do sometimes.”
Sungmin shook his head again. “No. It’s not how I,” he paused and looked at Kyuhyun. “I won’t tell sir though.”
Kyuhyun bit his tongue from correcting Sungmin and just pushed ahead. “He already knows that I cheat. I can’t hide anything from him. It’s more of a game between us.”
“A game?” Sungmin asked, relaxing just slightly.
“Master won’t get mad.” Kyuhyun didn’t reach for him though, because Sungmin seemed unsure, scared even. He would need to talk to Zhou Mi about it.
“Please no,” Sungmin whispered and Kyuhyun stood up quickly, putting as much space between them as the bathroom would allow.
No meant no and Kyuhyun swallowed, eyes wide, because he had made Sungmin say no. “Sorry.” He opened the door and stepped out as quickly as he could. “Just, when you’re done you can come out.”
He shut the door quickly and turned around, going directly to Zhou Mi while taking deep breaths. Zhou Mi looked down at where he was kneeling and ran his fingers through Kyuhyun’s hair.
“What’s the matter Kui Xian?” Zhou Mi asked going back to his work.
“Sungmin told me no,” Kyuhyun whispered and he looked up with wide eyes. “I didn’t mean for him to!”
Zhou Mi leaned back from his desk, taking Kyuhyun with him. “What were you saying to him? Doing to him?”
Kyuhyun swallowed, because he knew he couldn’t lie and he just needed to steel himself for this. “I was just asking if he ever cheated.”
Zhou Mi frowned. “Cheated? Cheated my orders?”
“Cheated any orders,” Kyuhyun clarified.
“Kui Xian,” he drawled out his name. “You are aware not all slaves are like you. Some do follow their masters orders, and get punished when they cheat.”
“But Sungmin has never had a master before you,” Kyuhyun said.
“I know, but he was,” he paused, “he was trained before he came here. And sometimes impersonal training is worse than anything a master can give.” Zhou Mi went quiet as the door opened as Sungmin stepped out. He let out a sigh and motioned to the bed. “Get on the bed.”
Sungmin moved quickly and Zhou Mi picked Kyuhyun up by the hair, dragging him to the bed.
“So I hear Kui Xian was trying to pressure you to cheat my orders,” Zhou Mi said quietly, and Sungmin looked up. Kyuhyun was quiet as Sungmin shook his head. “I don’t understand body language. So speak up.”
“I don’t want to get him in trouble,” Sungmin whispered and Zhou Mi deposited Kyuhyun on the bed, forcing him across the mattress.
“You won’t. He already got himself in trouble by telling me. So tell me.”
Sungmin looked at Kyuhyun, and slowly nodded. “He was just trying to make conversation. He knows how hard training can be, but I am getting used to it.”
Zhou Mi reached forward and Sungmin stared at his hand, mouth open as it almost touched Sungmin’s cheek. Zhou Mi stopped before he could touch him though and Sungmin let out a breath of air.
“Not yet,” Zhou Mi whispered. “Not quite ready yet.” He turned his attention on Kyuhyun. “Were you trying to get Sungmin in trouble?”
“No master.”
“Are you sure?”
“I was trying to help him. Like you asked me to.”
Zhou Mi stroked Kyuhyun’s cheek and he almost let himself relax. Zhou Mi pulled his hand away and stood to his full height while they sat on the bed. “Turn over Kui Xian,” Zhou Mi ordered as he stripped off the robe he had been wearing to work in.
Kyuhyun followed the order, turning over, eyes locking with Sungmin’s for a moment, before he rose to his knees, knowing what was coming. He took a few deep breaths, and closed his eyes, wondering if it would be a leather strap or a paddle.
The bedside drawer opened, but that didn’t tell him anything. Zhou Mi kept both in there.
“Sungmin, are his eyes closed?” Kyuhyun couldn’t see what Sungmin did, since he had reverted back to not talking. “Good. Now Sungmin, I want you to know I’m not mad at Kyuhyun. He just needs a reminder, something to ground him sometimes.”
“Teach him his place,” Sungmin said softly and Kyuhyun was surprised that he had spoken.
He wasn’t sure if Zhou Mi was proud that Sungmin was talking now, but he did sound fond when he spoke next. “Yes, in a way. I want you to understand I don’t punish out of anger like this. A true punishment will be given by someone else. Okay?” Again Kyuhyun couldn’t see what Sungmin’s reaction was but Zhou Mi made an encouraging sound before speaking. “Now, you’re allowed to touch him if you like. Pull him close, hold him if you think he needs something to hold onto. I’m only going to give him six, one for each day you’ve been here, because that’s how many days he’s been acting off. But they will hurt him.” He was silent for a moment and Kyuhyun took a deep breath. “Are you okay with that?”
Kyuhyun jumped when he felt hands on his biceps, pulling his face up until he was pressed against something warm. Sungmin’s stomach. He let out another breath and wrapped his fingers around Sungmin’s thighs, raising his hips higher so it was easier for Zhou Mi to spank him.
“Kui Xian,” Zhou Mi said, and the words weren’t cold, but definitely impersonal. Kyuhyun relaxed himself, because tensing made it even more painful. “Count each stroke.”
The first one was square across his butt, whipping pain through his spine up to his cheeks. The leather strap had cracked sickeningly against his flesh and Kyuhyun winced as he called out, “one.”
The second strike was just a bit below the first one, enough for them to cross and the sting to register. It was painful and Kyuhyun was already beginning to see white flashes in his eyes. “Two.”
The third was on the back of his thighs. It wasn’t as hard, because he was sensitive there, but it stung and Kyuhyun let out a whimper as Sungmin stroked his cheek carefully, running his fingers through his hair. He was beginning to sweat already. “Three.”
He let out a cry at the fourth because it was right where the first had been, and Kyuhyun knew it would form a welt later on that day. Zhou Mi didn’t give him time to think when the fifth was delivered, and the quick succession of pain made Kyuhyun very aware of how hard he was becoming. Sungmin’s own erection was brushing against his chest and he when he said “five” it came out more whimper than word.
The last one cracked through the air, the leather biting into his skin and Kyuhyun couldn’t stop himself from biting softly into Sungmin’s stomach. He needed to grab onto something, and Sungmin let out a cry, but didn’t move. He let him sink his teeth in and let the pain out that way.
Kyuhyun released the flesh after a moment, dropping his forehead to Sungmin’s thigh and breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth. He still felt the stinging when Zhou Mi ran his hand over the strap marks. There was distinct difference in temperature between Zhou Mi’s hand and himself, and Kyuhyun knew he was covered in a sheen of sweat from his punishment.
He shuddered as Zhou Mi pulled him back, seemingly uncaring of how tender Kyuhyun’s ass was, and he whimpered as Zhou Mi spread his legs. He opened his eyes, finding himself staring straight up to Sungmin’s erection and he licked his lips as Zhou Mi prepared him quickly. He was already hard, and still stretched from last night.
“Watch, don’t touch yourself. Don’t get hard,” Zhou Mi said just before he entered Kyuhyun and it was directed to Sungmin. He grabbed Kyuhyun by the shoulder and forced him onto his hands so he could look at Sungmin’s face. “You watch him. And remember that you need to be nice to him.”
Kyuhyun gasped as Zhou Mi entered him, pressing hard against him and the pain shot through his spine once more. He was close to Sungmin, they were practically breathing the same air, and he heard Zhou Mi let out a grunted laugh.
“You can touch him, just not,” he trailed off with a sigh as he pushed in deeper, but Kyuhyun understood and he leaned over, kissing Sungmin.
Sungmin gasped in his mouth, leaning forward, and when they broke the kiss Kyuhyun looked down, impressed that Sungmin had forced himself to lose his erection. He wondered if that meant Sungmin was almost ready to give control over to Zhou Mi, if maybe that’s what Zhou Mi really wanted to test. Kyuhyun wished he was in a position where he could test that, but he wasn’t.
Zhou Mi thrust into him again and it pushed Kyuhyun off his hands and he grabbed hold of Sungmin’s knees to steady himself. He stared up at Sungmin, eyes on his cock and he wanted, he really wanted to be able to lean forward and suck on him. Because it’s what his master wanted, what he was training them both for, and there was no harm in trying it early. Was there?
Just one little phrase. Maybe it would work. Zhou Mi would like it if it did. Kyuhyun was positive of that.
“Get hard,” Kyuhyun whispered, tongue aching to lick the underside of Sungmin’s cock and he winced when Zhou Mi tugged on his hair hard. Much too hard.
“Flaccid,” Zhou Mi hissed, biting his lip, and even though Kyuhyun couldn’t see him he could imagine he was looking straight at Sungmin.
Sungmin, who Kyuhyun glanced up at and watched his eyes. His eyes went wide and then he clenched them tight, trying to will down his erection. Kyuhyun knew how hard it was in the beginning, but it got easier, it really did.
Zhou Mi tugged on Kyuhyun’s hair, pulling him up, and Kyuhyun went where he was ordered to go. “Flaccid, Sungmin,” he said again, voice hard as his hand traveled down to wrap around Kyuhyun’s cock. He swallowed because he knew what was coming next. “Like this, Sungmin. Watch Kui Xian.”
Okay, so it was hard, very hard to pull his erection back when Zhou Mi was pushing into him, hitting his prostate with every stroke, but Kyuhyun closed his eyes and focused. His will to please Zhou Mi was stronger than any bodily desire and he could do anything Zhou Mi wanted.
He was panting, and he wasn’t even sure if he had had accomplished it until he felt Zhou Mi kissing down his neck, whispering softly how good he was. Kyuhyun let out a dry sob as Zhou Mi dropped his hand from his cock to the inside of his thigh, still moving inside him, and when finally, Zhou Mi told him he could go back to enjoying himself, he dropped forward onto his forearms, reaching for Sungmin’s thighs to grab onto something.
He let out another sob as he became hard again, and he no longer cared about Sungmin and his training, as he lost himself in his master thrusting into him over and over again. He bit down, not sure if it was his own arm or Sungmin’s thigh, and he didn’t care because he was hard again, and so close to coming, and his master was using him just the way he liked and it was perfect and the world was going blank around the edges of his eyes and he didn’t care about anything.
He must have blacked out, because when he came too Sungmin was kissing him, stretched out next to him, and Zhou Mi must have been pleased with both of them to let this happen. He sighed into the kiss, finally aware of it, before he broke it and looked down. Come was on both of their stomachs, and he looked back up, into Sungmin’s eyes which were brighter than Kyuhyun could ever remember them.
“Come here,” Zhou Mi’s voice called, and Kyuhyun looked over his shoulder to him. “Yes both of you,” Zhou Mi continued and slowly the two of them crawled up to him, curling around his body. He didn’t tell either of them that he was proud of them, but Kyuhyun knew, as he let out a yawn and stretched his arm out to touch Sungmin’s side.
Kyuhyun found himself hoping that Sungmin understood it a little better now.
Chapter 3