[FIC] Family Relations, ONE-SHOT
Title: Family Relations
Pairing: EunHae
Rating: R
Genre: Incest!AU (somewhat), Romance, Smuttish, Comedy
Summary: Donghae slept with a stranger who he didn’t bother asking the name. Four months later, he came face to face with him again, in a form of being his older step-brother. This relationship couldn’t get any more awkward.
(part of the same verse, same pairing: Three-Two Ratio of Circumstance, More than a Twisted Connection and Reciprocal Affection)
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It was the booze that made him do silly, scandalous stuff. Heechul was with him, dancing half-naked on the counter with a bottle at hand, proclaiming that anyone who he slept with were the “chosen ones of my circle!” much to a lot of people’s approval. It was really a blur, the surroundings and the music and just danced like he was the flail master. And he was supposed to be the one good at hand-arm-feet coordination.
“Rock that, Donghae!”
“Sway your hips more!”
“God, you look like a human octopus!”
Ah, the rave that was the dance club (owned by, of course, Heechul again. Well, his parents actually), were any college student would come to waste every after examination. And they had the reason to celebrate; they all passed their subjects and by all means had the right to party the night away. Drink until they piss, smoke until they choke, make out until it turned out something steamy. And more.
Donghae knew he should lay off the drinks and too much of it would result to, well, this - dancing like the greatest pornstar with senior Heechul. If they made out as some kind of idols after from this then he won’t know anything anymore. God forbid that someone would record this embarrassing event. His dad knew him of as the good, angelic Donghae.
No, not tonight however. Too many temptations going on. And the slim man donning leather jacket, white undershirt, soft-looking skin and gummy smile by the opposite counter, talking to a group of girls, had Donghae questioning his preferences all of sudden. He should be staring at the fine ladies there and not the hot man the ladies were fawning over. Before he could really control anything like his legs, his sudden tight pants, he found himself sauntering over that direction, his top with three buttons open and face blushing. If suddenly he could woo a person with how messed up he looked right now, well. Thank goodness for his natural good looks.
“Hi,” Donghae breathed, almost impressed at how normal he sounded. He was really feeling too warm already. “Having fun?”
Then the girls left them alone, giggling, something about, Oh, gosh. Two hot men. This is going to get good.
“Not really,” The stranger replied, taking a sip from his drink. Donghae eyed those lips, plump, so taunting, and couldn’t help licking his own and swallowing. “Actually, the party’s too loud. I’m more for an intimate party, really.”
“Tell me about it.” Suave, was how Donghae sounded like right now. Perhaps the alcohol did him wonders. He never, ever tried coming on to anyone actually. He was the shy one, not the aggressive one.
“Like, slow music, slow moving bodies,” The stranger began, so conversationally and yet his eyes met with Donghae in a lock, emphasizing his words with the touch of his fingers on the buttons of Donghae’s open shirt. His finger touched his chest and resulted to an electrifying jolt through his body. “Dimmed lights and the like.” The stranger finished off with a wink.
Donghae gulped again, his fist curled tight and breathing shallow. “You have a girlfriend?” He could almost not hear the response, not when he could hear the drumming of his heart loudly.
The stranger smirked at him, finger still traveling upward to Donghae’s quick sensitive ear and flicked a soft lobe. “No, I don’t fancy women often. They’re too loud.”
“Oh.” Because Donghae remembered he was actually the loud, rowdy type, both on and off aroused. He was sensitive like that.
“But I didn’t say that I don’t fancy men who are.” The quick kiss on his cheek had him gripping the slim wrist instantly, towing the stranger behind him to the one of the empty bedrooms upstairs. The walk wasn’t easy, especially walking with throbbing bulge inside his pants and the stranger’s hands were doing something spectacular under his shirt. Frosty palm running against his spine. Donghae was already so giddy with excitement of what was about to happen. It had been months since he got off.
The enthusiasm was returned equally; the rough rip of his shirt, the biting everywhere on his body, those plump lips which actually felt so amazingly soft on his earlobes, neck, collar bone down to his navel and the teasing licks on the head and tight gripping and pumping haphazard. Donghae was stirring, arching under the man who was making him moan and gasp in six to seven to hundreds of different ways.
But he was no taker, not when he felt too bold to actually come back down from the high, flipping them over and making the stranger buck below him next. Seeing him grip the sheets, sweat dripping and breathing hallow, hot and noisy encouraged him more; his palm sweaty and with come had the thrust easy and fast and all he could remember was spilling inside the man with a wanton moan.
That had been the best sex in his life by far, Donghae mused before slumping against the stranger, spent and satiated and curling on top of him. He thought it was over when they were both satisfied so they could rest and breathe but the man had the wicked glint in his eyes, manhandling Donghae to be under him and again they were at it. Bed creaking, bodies sliding and moans echoing.
They got off three times before they finally decide that they actually needed to rest. And get their bearings back. And sleep. Donghae didn’t stop himself snuggling up, his face on the nook of stranger’s neck and sighing. He was the snuggly type actually.
He woke to a start with his phone ringing from below, under the piles of clothes they had on previously. Donghae carefully slipped off the bed, without fighting off the head-breaking migraine he was suffering from, and trying not to awaken the man next to him to fumble for his phone. It was Sungmin calling him in six in the morning.
“Donghae! Where the hell are you?! Your dad’s going to kill me if he found out that you weren’t actually sleeping over at my place! And we were supposed to go home last night! Whose bed are you on now, huh?!”
“Hyung, not too loud. You’re like knifing my head apart.” Donghae struggled his way to what seemingly was the bathroom, wanting to wash his face. “And I don’t know whose bed I slept on. Don’t worry, I’m on my way. Just let me, uh, look presentable at least.”
“Whatever, man. Just hurry up. I’ll drive up to the usual corner and get your from there. If you’re not there within ten minutes you’re walking.” With the soft click the line was dead and Donghae took this opportunity to stuff his mouth to the faucet and drink the awful taste down off his tongue. He felt all sorts of awful and looked all shades of terrible, the mirror laughed at him. Yet he knew he was still on high from last night.
Which reminded him of looking at the sleeping face of the man as he put his clothes on, buckling his belt. Donghae remembered him looking so dashing and tempting before and now he was nothing but angelic and innocent sleeping soundly like that. Soft skinned too, with a wild eagerness that was incomparable to his previous hook-ups. This one was a keeper if Donghae didn’t do keeping one-night stands. He never liked hooking up twice with the same person. It was just… awkward.
And so he left, with no trace. No number, no note. And pray tell he wouldn’t meet this man again. He was good, better actually, but, no. Donghae didn’t know how to deal with things like this, much less know how to react. Meet up, sex up and leave. That was how he did it ever since.
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The last thing he was ready for was having a new family. And with his dad announcing this morning that he was bringing over his girlfriend for dinner to actually ask her for marriage, Donghae didn’t know what to think. He could only let the pancake fall off his mouth.
“M-marriage?” He squeaked.
“I see that you’re happy for me as well, son. I can’t wait for you to have a mother again.” His father squished his head, like a bear-hug. “She’s good for you and me and she cooks well and she’s just everything I want. Well, of course, that is if she accepts my proposal.”
Donghae frowned at the sight of his father sighing like a teenage boy. It made his skin crawl with an old man whose eyes shine like they were made of happy twinkling stars.
“Am not going to have a baby sibling am I?” Donghae asked, indignant. He never liked his father dividing his attention, especially on him.
“No, son. In fact, there’s no need when there’d be two of you now.” Donghae, not exactly sure he was following this right, had his father adding, “She’s got his own son, name Hyukjae.”
“Huh.”
“Roughly the same age as you? Or I think older? He’s a dancer too, like you. You guys will definitely get along well. You wouldn’t mind him staying in your room, right? If this goes well, we might have to move to a bigger home.”
He wanted his dad happy of course. This was love, of both they were suckers for and if having his girlfriend as his wife made him the happiest then Donghae was okay with that.
Though he wasn’t sure about Hook or whatever the boy’s name was. He really need to see the boy first before he could conclude them would be getting along just fine. The boy’s already having a space in his room and he didn’t like sharing rooms actually. He liked his personal arrangement just fine.
That night, where their home finally looked pristine and not like a storm just ran through it back and forth, Donghae was still rummaging inside his closet, indecisive with his attire. Should he wear this, should he wear that? He wanted to look great, for the woman and child that would be joining them for supper. He did have his father begging for him to look like the real gentleman to score points from the lady. Because if the lady liked Donghae then there was no reason for her to reject his father, right? She’d have cute Donghae and her whatever-he-looked-like son.
“Donghae! They’re here! C’mon down the dining area!”
He knew of that high-pitched calling, the one he literally stopped, dropped his shoes and cringed at. His father sounded so ickly happy, it almost scarred him.
But the thought died immediately, when he ran down the stairs in equal haste towards where the visitors were. And when he saw the glimpse of the lady - stunning, he actually commend - laughing with his father by the door, he caught the sight of the son standing quietly by the window. Their gaze met.
A familiar face and familiar body, from not too long ago. Back at the club. The man he left behind, sleeping and naked.
And Donghae had never shrieked like that in his life before.
So much for first impressions and scoring points.
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“Mmm. This is actually good. Who made this?” The lady leaned over to his dad, asking, genuinely curious at the dish right in front of them. Donghae merely sank on his seat when his dad pointed at him, saying that his food were really delicious because Donghae liked to play chef. This seemed to please the lady very much, cooing at him and saying that she always wanted a son who could cook with her. Hyukjae was never was a kitchen-person, she added for laughs. Because the last time Hyukjae tried, they ended up extinguishing the counter and fridge.
Donghae, by all means, did not turn his gaze at the referred silent man. He only studied his home-cooked meal, stabbing it once, twice before forcing some down on his throat. He never felt this anxious, embarrassed, scared, and off and just about anything related to gauche.
Hyukjae didn’t seem too surprise to see him, unless he was good masking emotion unlike Donghae who jumped ten feet and landed on the couch a few centimeters away. All bug-eyed and mouth agape. His father took this as another positive response, ushering them to the table to start feasting. The couples were having the best time of their lives and Donghae? Donghae wanted to the floors to eat him alive. While he was fidgeting like an idiot, Hyukjae was cool and calm and everything that wasn’t Donghae tonight.
Maybe he mistook this man to another one? Maybe they just looked alike. But Donghae couldn’t mistake that red hair, that white skin and when Hyukjae smiled at one remark of his mom, that gummy smile. His voice spoke of familiarity, if Donghae didn’t hear it over and over again against his ear, breathing, demanding. Pushing him on.
He shook his head vigorously, almost rattling his brain, dispersing the inappropriate thoughts and ate his food. How he prayed that Hyukjae wouldn’t remember him. How he prayed that this man had short memory loss problem and would forget. It couldn’t get worse now, could it?
“Hey, kiddos. We’ll just have a short walk out, alright? Donghae, can you take it from here and clean up?”
“You too, Hyukjae. Help Donghae-sshi with the dishes, alright?”
Oh, it could. It just fucking could.
He was like an abandoned puppy, watching his father escorting his girlfriend out the gate by the window. He didn’t miss seeing his dad stuffing the jewelry box inside his pocket minutes earlier, asking Donghae to pray for him and that she would say yes. When he was finally out and waving so happy at Donghae, Donghae could almost shake his fist at him in return. Don’t leave me here with hiiiiiiiim!
“Donghae-sshi? Where do I put the used plates and glasses?” Hyukjae asked him, polite and not a trace of confidence he knew of before. It was the slimmest chance that this was not the same person he met months ago. Hyukjae just seemed so feeble.
Donghae cleared his throat. “Oh, uh, there. The sink.” He pointed and put on the apron as his usual regime in cleaning. “Just place everything here and I’ll clean them.” Yeah, cleaning would take his mind off things.
Hyukjae must have drifted off to the living room, letting Donghae be. Which was better because Donghae wasn’t sure if he’d be able to focus on scrubbing the grimes off when Hyukjae was around. He didn’t really want getting funny ideas and getting hard in questionable places too.
But the press against his back had him jerking, almost dropping the plate he was holding when another pair of hands held his and took the scrub from Donghae and began cleaning.
“What are you-?”
“Focus.” Hyukjae breathed against his ear and all the familiar sensation the came with it. The weight on his shoulder indicated that Hyukjae was resting his chin there; cheek pressed to cheek and running water was left ignored. Donghae could only register the smooth hands sliding along with his as they rinse utensils and pans.
“Tell me this isn’t happening.” Donghae choked, holding back a gasp.
“I don’t know, this seem real to me.” Hyukjae said casually, running the tip of his tongue on the skin of the neck and Donghae shivered against him. “Hmm. Just like I remembered.”
“Oh, shit. You… remembered.” Donghae didn’t want to look, didn’t want to acknowledge but the wet hands on his hips told him otherwise, pulled and grinded and he knew what the hard thing was against him. “Oh, god.”
“Of course I do. You’re the best one I ever had.” Hyukjae turned Donghae to him by the shoulders, his eyes playful and teasing and simply knowing. This time there was no loud music, no crowd noise, just them two and two hearts beating fast that Donghae felt like he could die from a heart attack. “And believe me, I had many ones and never one quite like you.”
The kiss was sudden, deep and intoxicating. Like a slow dance just like Hyukjae wanted, with the sweep of his tongue and probing mouth and Donghae couldn’t do anything but submit and hold tight. There were dishes to rinse still and he was too busy being kissed the daylights out of him. His tongue silk, mouth hot.
“We-we can’t.” Donghae gasped when he finally had the chance to, breathing through his mouth as Hyukjae’s lips cruised down his chin to his neck, nipping the flesh and marking them rather artistically. “We’re practically going to be… ah!”
A kneading hand on his crotch - gentle, deliberate and audacious. And so, so teasing. He could literally feel Hyukjae’s smirk against his neck. “Yeah, we’re going to be so close, I can’t wait.”
Donghae heard the gates opening again, jumping in surprise and pushing Hyukjae immediately and trying to look like everything was in order including his flushed face and gasping breath. He decided greeting the two, to get his mind off Hyukjae and his filthy touches and to calm himself. What surprised him was the two standing at the living room, all smiling and waiting. Donghae saw the matching ring his father and his girlfriend wore, glinting under the fluorescent light. Those weren’t there before they left. And now…
“Hey, son. Say hello to your new mother.” His father smile wide and big, it could break his face. And the tear tracks were left unmissed too, Donghae saw, and never felt more proud right then.
And then Hyukjae came behind him, looping an arm around Donghae’s waist and grinning like the good son that he was and declaring too, “Hey, mom. Say hello to my new little brother.”
It was then Donghae realized he was in heaps of trouble really soon, especially when he felt Hyukjae’s still wet hands inching up under his shirt and smirking at him. This was one awkward relationship he could never get himself out of that easily. What was Donghae, now with a brother-bedmate-to-be to do?
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A/N: I LOL'd at this AU, like seriously. I could totally imagine Donghae and the many hilarities he and Hyukjae would stumble upon now that they're, well, siblings. They'd definitely couldn't get their hands off each other, much to Donghae's dismay.
And maybe that was why I was able to finish this in quick record too. It's too funny, really. I'd love to expand it, honestly, but given that I really don't have that much creative juices as of now (and with the lack of hot smut drive to do so), I can only let you play along this universe. I had ideas such as:
- them getting on just about anywhere inside the house, because Hyukjae's hands were like, well, uncontrollable.
- and Donghae lets him. He could resist and then give in. Seriously, who could resist a hot brother like that?
- Until Donghae gets too frightened of what they are doing, hides to Sungmin. Something like, sleep over only without permission. He'd be gone for so long, his dad and new wife gets anxious. AND THEN HYUKJAE APPEARS, DRAGS HIM BACK and steamy sex ensues.
- So Donghae realizes he loves his brother. More than bromance. It's manromance. WAT.
- And Hyukjae loves him back, doy.
- OMAYGADMORESEX
..and many more of that. Gah. Can anyone write it about it, instead of me? I think it'd be awesome you guys expand this AU. Call it as, Team Writing! Hahahah~ Well. Anyway.
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