Inmates Part 2 (Part 1)
Ugh. Because I'm crazy...This is for hennu15 since I've delayed this for so long and I feel bad. I'll save the screaming for later I guess... Didn't edit as usual. I do not own anyone and this is based purely on my lame imagination. Enjoy.
Title: Inmates
Chapter/Part: 2/6(if everything works out as I planned)
Pairing: Kyuhyun/Ryeowook (Kyuwook)
Genre: Dark, wierd...dunno
Rating: R
Prompt: Prison...(I know nothing so therefore may be very inaccurate...)
Warning: Wierd...sorry...darker themes introduced in this chapter
“Do it and I’ll shoot.”
Two
Kyuhyun annoyed the hell out of Ryeowook. The boy was such an intuitive bastard, picking up the smallest details about him and turning it into some significance towards his character or background or other things. He took no hesitance in being cheeky about it too. The worst part was that most of the time, the boy was right. It only made Ryeowook more defensive but as well as curious as to who this boy really was. Kyuhyun would push all his buttons and his ministrations let the beast out. A simple phrase, “Do you want to fight?”, was how Kyuhyun handled the bomb. Hell, he wanted to smash that handsome face into the cement. Any other and Ryeowook would’ve thought he’d been given a favour but with Kyuhyun, he couldn’t even touch him. Not like Kyuhyun did.
So for the past few weeks, all the boredom had been sufficed with a bit of combat. He sure got a workout. Kyuhyun worked him hard. No matter how agile and accurate Ryeowook’s attacks were, Kyuhyun always got the better of him, flaunting that fact with breezy smiles and easy passes. His movements were too fluid and practiced that they suggested something of his past. Different from Ryeowook’s self inherited abilities. However, to his infuriation, Kyuhyun never showed his true skills. Instead, somehow in the middle, or the end, of fighting, that boy would happen to throw something unexpected in. Little touches or so.
Kyuhyun played with how sensitive Ryeowook was to touch. With each light grasp of his wrist, the boy managed to slip his finger along the lining of Ryeowook’s pinky, causing a nervous tremor wrack up his spine. Other times, his grip was much tighter as Ryeowook was unable to tug himself away and was to only be spun into a warm embrace, his ear pressed to that too steady beat. Kyuhyun was hardly even trying. There were many instances that, by some means, Ryeowook was flush against a bed, Kyuhyun’s fingers getting the best of his shameful sounds. Though it never got nearly as far as that one night, the contact of those hands dancing under his shirt, reminded him of a too similar feeling.
Yet now, Ryeowook had learned something from Kyuhyun. He’d never take a shower again with his back turned towards the door. It was much safer to reveal himself to the boy rather than to be unaware of his presence because at every shower day, Kyuhyun’s dark eyes doted on him. And all at once, again, he remembered with that rush of heat running through his body, burning him more than the water did. But he was convinced that remembering was better than feeling. His entire stay, Ryeowook had showered with much ease but all this left with the arrival of Kyuhyun. He grew conscious of that heavy stare over his torso and the threat to steal his spot and much more. That only made him scrub faster. Ryeowook’d never met a boy who made him so perplexed and uneasy in a way.
“You need to eat.”
A long shadow fell over Ryeowook. “What?”
“Eat.”
“I’m not hungry.” The bowl was pushed away from his face.
“That shouldn’t stop you from eating.”
“I don’t care. It’s not like I’m not used to this.”
“You were thin before but you’re too thin now.”
“Yah.” Ryeowook looked up from his lap, shooting a relentless glare. “Stop talking about me like you care or something.”
No one spoke for a moment.
“Just eat.” The rejected meal was placed beside him.
“You don’t know me.” Ryeowook kicked the bowl off his bed. A loud clatter rang the silence as the metal rolled to stop. “So stop acting like you know me. All that stuff you say. Bull.”
“What’s this? You having a fit?” Kyuhyun smirked a bit then pulled his shirt off. “Wanna fight?”
“No. I don’t want to.”
“I won’t do it half assed this time. I’ll be a little more serious.” Kyuhyun caught his eye and Ryeowook believed him. Again.
“There has to be a condition.” The boy folded his arms about his chest, considering. He had been curious on the other’s true skills for a long time.
Kyuhyun bent over his bed, grabbing Ryeowook’s ankles and pulling him to the ledge of his bed. Then with a gentle lift at his waist, the skinny boy was brought to his feet. Ryeowook blew the hair off his face as he waited for an answer. Kyuhyun’s eyes fell over his body again, amused by the childish gesture of those crossed arms.
“If you win, I will eat my plate but if I win, you will finish all of it.” Kyuhyun swept aside the few long pieces that had fallen over Ryeowook’s face again. “Okay?”
“Hmmmm…” Ryeowook deliberated. “It’s about eating again…”
“You will be eating.”
“Will you be okay?”
“I should be asking you that.” Kyuhyun smiled and nudged Ryeowook’s flat stomach lightly with a fist. “I don’t see how you can keep skipping meals like that.”
“I told you.” Ryeowook began warming up then looked up at him disapprovingly from his lunge, “I’m not hungry. You know, I used to go a burger a day. I am street, after all.”
“How long?”
“Burger for two years or so. Street for ten now.”
“Run away from home?”
Ryeowook stretched his arms then bent over to the floor. He raised a confident smile. “Shut up and fight me.”
In a blur, Ryeowook had pushed off his toes, springing at Kyuhyun for the usual first move. It was his trademark attack because it was expected that the opponent would react to it. Only then did this vicious boy drive his fist from behind to land a heavy concussion to the side of the head. Ryeowook wasn’t too strong but he knew spots. Kyuhyun stepped forward, tilting his head so that it would just barely press past his ear. That would allow no room for Ryeowook to try his roundhouse shot. Within another moment, one hand had landed at Ryeowook’s neck and wrapped around the slim circumference.
Before those long fingers could fully close around his neck, Ryeowook yanked his head back, ground his feet and arched his back which corresponded in his body falling to the ground. Pain arose in his overworked bent knees as he kept himself parallel to the ground with the help of an elbow. The other slid up against the heat arising where the other had grasped him. Meanwhile, Kyuhyun hadn’t worried too much when that slender neck left his touch. Now he was advancing on Ryeowook slowly, the other’s mind working quickly to find a solution out of the painful position.
“Give up?”
“Never.” Ryeowook scoffed.
He slid further up onto his elbows then with a forceful kick and with another wide bend of his back, he quickly rose to his feet, fists already ahead of him catching Kyuhyun in another busy round of hide and seek, face and fist. Kyuhyun caught him snuggly by the wrists, disabling the use of his hands as he pressed towards Ryeowook. The latter growled, behind the cross of his arms, and tugged but didn’t meet his desired end. Ryeowook remembered his forgotten legs and twirling his body, along with the rotating of his slender wrists within Kyuhyun’s hold, his leg swung up. Without much choice, Kyuhyun released one of Ryeowook’s fists which instantly reacted to smash inward at his face. Not enough for a brutal shot but enough to distract and gain time.
Kyuhyun was quick in thinking and even quicker in his ministrations. He grabbed the leg and ducked, leaving both Ryeowook’s arms free now. However it didn’t help when Kyuhyun swiftly twisted his leg uncomfortably. His balance was thrown off as the strong force propelled him into another full body spin. Ryeowook was on the ground again, the hard surface lying beneath his belly. Before Kyuhyun’s foot could slam against the back of his neck, he rolled across the ground, gaining a couple feet to rise to his knees. Ryeowook lifted his head slowly, barely feeling the track patterns of Kyuhyun’s shoe skim and burn across his skin. Somehow, Kyuhyun was already there. He was always there.
Those dark eyes approached without a warning as Ryeowook tumbled back startled, a rough indent pushing into his back as he met the ledge of his bed. The hard impact knocked the breath from his lungs as his eyes widened at the too sudden striking smile before his eyes. His legs, bunched in front of his chest, countered quickly by slamming back the inward press of Kyuhyun’s body. However, the attempt was thwarted as those hands enclosed firmly about his thin ankles and with an outward push, they stretched on either side of Kyuhyun’s torso.
Weakened by the sudden proximity and the light graze floating up his legs, Ryeowook’s head landing softly onto the bedding. The touch now worked up his thighs, heat collecting in various places over Ryeowook’s body. His hands struggled to push Kyuhyun away blindly before his head snapped back into the dark gaze. Ryeowook’s wrists were once again held back but by a single hand this time over his head. His shoulder blades twisted back achingly, arms landing into the soft plush. During this time, Kyuhyun had managed to get right up against Ryeowook so any kicks from the behind the boy were futile and would only succeed in bringing him, that attractive face closer.
Ryeowook committed another futile attempt but Kyuhyun’s grip tightened, fingers sinking profoundly into bone structures. Being the stubborn person he was, the boy prepared himself for a last opportunity. Ryeowook’s face flew forward, barring his small even teeth but backfired. Ryeowook felt the air squeezed out of him as a hand closed tightly over his throat, yanking him back. A smile emerged on those lips, their faces separated only by the short and long breaths between them. Black spots materialized in his vision while the boy squinted through the pain, hot tears driving up to the surface of his eyes and spilling over when the pressure increased. Panic seized his mind, working against shutting down the chaotic vibrations in his body.
Between the drawing darkness, Kyuhyun’s face remained and so close that Ryeowook thought he could feel those words on his own lips. It was a low, deadly and seductive breath.
“I win.”
Then both hands were removed as well as that daring heat pressed up against Ryeowook’s body. Ryeowook dropped to the ground and doubling over with loud, erratic gasps for air. The feeling of Kyuhyun’s hands choking the life out of him still lingered as his own hands clawed to rid himself of the apparent nothing. Long red marks trailed down his neck by the time that burning fright stopped. Kyuhyun had returned, placing the bowl gently by his side and away from the harm of Ryeowook’s foot. His hands reached forward to remove the still fold of Ryeowook’s fingers against his bruised skin.
“Eat up.”
He pushed the bowl towards Ryeowook, seeing that the man had no intentions on backing out of his word. The boy picked up the meal and angrily shoved a spoonful in his mouth. A hoarse cough followed after a dry swallow as the bowl settled back onto the ground with a clatter. Ryeowook bent over to the side, hands clenched along the round collar of his uniform as his wheezing had stolen him unexpectedly. Kyuhyun noticed how pained the boy must’ve been as damp spots dipped onto the hard surface. He ran his hands in gentle circles on that back. Ryeowook turned back, scooping up his meal.
“Afraid of me?”
“No.” The tears hadn’t stopped but slowed, dropping into the bowl.
“Afraid of dying?”
“I can’t die yet.” Ryeowook flicked his hands over his face.
“Why’s that?”
“I have something to take care of first.” He muttered angrily. Kyuhyun watched Ryeowook choke on his words. He got up. “I’ve never really felt like I could die before. I can’t have that yet.”
“But you’ve been threatened?”
“Yes. Many times. Nothing really happens.” Ryeowook swallowed difficultly then spooned some more out. Kyuhyun returned with a water bottle which was taken. “It’s still not pleasant though.”
“I told you, I’d be a little more serious.”
“You could’ve just punched me instead of almost killing me.”
“But unlike you…I fight to kill.” Kyuhyun stated clearly. He felt the boy stiffen beside him. He added in a soft murmur. “That’s why I’m in here.”
“Whatever. Just keep me alive while I’m here.” Ryeowook set the bowl down. Full.
“Then do me the favour of eating.”
Ryeowook lifted from the ground, the light pressure of Kyuhyun’s hands on his back. He was exhausted as usual because that’s what Kyuhyun did to him. His hands groped through the air though there was nothing there to steady him. The feeling of the sudden collapse of his lungs still carried the imminent shock through his body. He was worn out. Fighting Kyuhyun had really worn him out lately. His muscles tensed almost painfully as he stepped forward. The world spun drowsily around him, the incessant twinge of his lungs catching in his chest and straining his sore neck.
He took another step forward then the fuse of his body blew out, wiping his vision clean. The boy stumbled forward, softness breaking his fall. Ryeowook turned around, eyes unwilling to open but was still convinced he was in his bed now. He felt the darkness, already consumed his vision, overwhelm his whole body into sleep. The softness tightened around him, spinning until Ryeowook felt hot air roam down his face. He had been mistaken. This was not his bed however warm and comfortable it may have been. The air circled around the contours of his face so frequent that Ryeowook could hear it. One final thought crossed his mind, something he had forgotten, before he tumbled unconsciously into shadows.
“Yeah. That’ll keep me alive.”
When Ryeowook woke up, his mind was a lot clearer although it was still carrying the after effects of spinning. As much as he was fighting, the boy was also sleeping a lot more these days because of Kyuhyun. He peered into the darkness, straining his eyes which wound up hurting his head. Ryeowook sat up slowly, clutching the back of his head. Lying down had been fine but movement caused a heavy fuzziness to slide through his body. His covers slipped off his shoulders and fell to his lap. It was then that he realized he had really felt the coolness. With realization, his arms brushed up along his bare skin. A quick glance was shot at the boy, leaning against the wall, arms crossed snugly against his own exposed chest.
“You undressed me!” The accusation floated into the night.
“You asked me to.”
“What?” Ryeowook squealed and grabbed a handful of the sheets and threw them around his shoulders. “I so did not!”
“Calm down. I didn’t take your pants off.” Ryeowook pulled his head under the sheets. Kyuhyun was right but still too composed.
“But my shirt is!” The small head reemerged.
“You told me to.”
“I did not! I don’t remember ever telling you to do that.”
“But you did…when you were still dreaming, I heard you mumble these words.” Kyuhyun paused for a second, concentrating, then continued to perfect the high pitch of Ryeowook’s voice. “So hot…Off now… Burning…Nooooo…Need it off…”
Ryeowook reflected for a second. The words did sound horrifyingly familiar. Then it had occurred to him that he had been dreaming of cooking. Ryeowook always played the role of chef when he was back with Heechul and the others. There were many of them housed together so that meant many complainers and different dishes. He had been an excellent chef. His hands were as skilled in combat as in the kitchen. It came naturally to him. Only this time, he’d imagined that his wonderful kimchi stew was burning. Black smoke floundering everywhere as he strained his eyes for the off button.
“Oh.” He managed to mutter. Ryeowook sounded very defeated. “Whatever. Just give me my shirt back.”
“It’s here.” The shirt was waved at him.
Ryeowook stretched his arms out, waiting for it to be thrown. That didn’t happen. “Give it.”
“Come and get it.”
With the covers securely held together at his collar, the boy sauntered over irritably. One hand slowly slipped out from between the cracks, palm up with expectation. Kyuhyun placed the shirt in his hand and watched the boy walk away. The sheets hardly fell off those bare shoulders before he peeked over one at Kyuhyun, who was marveling at the sight too noticeably. Their eyes met intensely through the black silence in their room.
“Do you have to watch me?”
“I’ve seen more from you than just that.”
“Whatever. You didn’t have to be so obvious about it.”
The covers gathered in a heap on the ground. Ryeowook pulled the shirt over his head and it hung off his slimming body. Kyuhyun grew disappointed as the sight of that narrow torso disappearing from his view. However, it would probably have been best to hide the white curvature marks. The prospect had only driven a dark, raging desire in Kyuhyun to step forward and take that body, warmth into his embrace. His fingers skimming over the tiny raised patterns there and his arms hugging those hips to himself. There was heat running under his fingertips from wherever he touched the other, a cold heart. Like fire running across water. Intoxicating. Kyuhyun wanted to touch Ryeowook. Just like that night. But more.
“You can stop staring now.” Ryeowook showed himself with a frown. “I have a shirt on.”
“That doesn’t mean I want to stop.”
“Whatever.” Ryeowook rolled his eyes. He walked over to his bed then scooted over the bedding until his back found the wall. The boy sighed as he gingerly pressed against the hard surface.
“Does it still hurt?”
“No.” It was a bitter mutter from a stubborn boy.
“Okay.” Kyuhyun chuckled in the darkness. Ryeowook eyed him, wondering why he was still standing but quickly stopped.
There was some silence before there was a loud flip of a metal slate. A face appeared in the window, revealing a woman’s strict face. The look there grew dimmer as she noticed a half undressed Kyuhyun leaning against the wall. The woman cleared her throat loudly before speaking.
“Is Kim Ryeowook here?”
“Yeah.”
“Mr. Jang wants to see you in his office.”
Ryeowook lifted himself off his bed and scurried to the door.
“Wait.”
He gave a quick glance back at Kyuhyun, who looked a bit stiff. The muscles in his face twitched with concern, a dark expression growing on his face. The arms, once crossed over his chest, were now hanging by the sides. Fists imminently pressing into the wall.
“Ryeowook…” Those hard eyes pieced his. His voice ground out. “Take the left hall.”
With that the woman grabbed Ryeowook’s arm and pulled him out of the cell. The door slammed mightily behind them and the slate cover shut away the dark eyes that Ryeowook hadn’t strayed away from. It was one of the only times, he’d seen something other than an amused look from Kyuhyun. The anxiety drew dark shadows across over the long pale face. It was soon of no matter when he felt himself being shoved forward by the woman janitor.
“Okay. You can go the rest of the ways there.” The woman said, upon reaching the end of their corridor. Another janitor waved for a shift change towards this one.
He still had to pass another and then pull through a small stretch before reaching the little crammed office of Mr. Jang’s. Ryeowook walked leisurely down the Fall corridor and nodding to some of workers, who had prior knowledge of his meeting with Mr. Jang. Soon he reached the dead end. His mind rewound back to Kyuhyun’s firm demand. It annoyed him. Ryeowook was much more familiar with this place than the other boy was. Whichever path he took would still lead him to the same place, only that left hall was a much simpler walkway straight there and hovering with people. He was feeling a need to stretch his legs and thought because of that, and not out of spite, Ryeowook turned right. He never took left anyways. Too many noisy people.
The walls were grimy as usual and this place had never been a pleasant sight. He walked through the slight twists in the path. The light fell lighter and lighter onto his shoulders as Ryeowook was slowly walking into the stretch leading away from all cells. This was now the employee’s area with their own little personal offices lined up along one wall. While the majority rested along the main hallway, the end of left hallway, Mr. Jang’s was located in a small branch fending off the end. Ryeowook’s taking the right would quietly bring him to an intersection with this hidden area where he needed to go.
It was silent as he walked alone down the hallway. There wasn’t a need for bodyguards since really; there was no way of escaping. The punishments for any attempts were insufferable anyways. People were scared to run away. An eerie feeling crawled up his skin as the lights flickered once before persisting in its dim glow over Ryeowook. He thought he saw a flicker of a dark shadow around the next bend. His muscles tensed and fists tightened, slowly travelling up in front of him. His steps slowed cautiously, almost progressing past the turn where the shadow had once been.
Something hard pressed sternly into his back. One of his wrists was wretched back across his back but the other was still very much free. He smelt alcohol from the breath rolling over his neck. Ryeowook began twisting out, free elbow preparing to shove backwards. Rough, chapped lips curled along the length of his ear. A menacingly familiar voice shook a quick tremor through his body.
“Do it and I’ll shoot.”
Sorry for the cliffhanger but LJ said my post was too big. T.T
Ugh. So yeah...I had to split this. Stupid me. Ugh I hate that.
Garrrrghhhh...
btw/warning: Wierdness/Darker themes coming up right around the corner (or under)...sorry...
Next Part: Part 2 (Part 2)
GAH!