Die With Me (4/?)
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Die With Me (4/?)
iv.
It’s been nearly 5 hours since Ryeowook had ran out and Yesung was getting anxious to where the younger man could have gone. He’s out with Kyuhyun and Kangin searching the streets for Ryeowook, because poison or no, they had to ensure he was alive at least to figure things out.
Yesung is wandering around the business district, near where he works when someone calls his name and he spins around to see some Officials approaching him.
“Yesung, what are you doing out here all alone? The boss was very impressed with your last design. Come, join us at the Blue Rest House, there’s no supervision or camera surveillance shit there, you’ll be well rewarded. Come!”
Yesung couldn’t very well refuse an Offical, so he follows them with a bow and thanks, glancing at the dark streets, hoping Ryeowook was safe.
He is flipping through his room mate’s draw, looking for his blue shirt, because the other always liked to borrow it. His hand comes in contact with something hard and he gasps at the small bottle in his hands.
It couldn’t be…How could it be him?!
Leeteuk finishes his dance with a swirl and the crowd cheers loudly, wolf whistling and gesturing crudely. There are shouts of prices and Leeteuk blocks it out, wondering if Kangin was still going to be waiting outside for him and whether Leeteuk will be able to withstand refusing the other man again.
He’s brought back to the present, when he’s being picked up by a large man with a hard jaw and cruel eyes and Leeteuk closes his eyes and counts in his head how long it is before he can see Kangin again; it’s the only way he endures these horrible nights.
Donghae and Zhoumi were both put in separate rooms, cleared of all things possible of inflicting injury and Zhoumi was bored out of his mind. At least Donghae had Hyukjae dancing outside his room at random times to keep him entertained. Even books had been deemed unacceptable on the count that they could produce paper cuts. Zhoumi had protested until Kyuhyun asked him if he really wanted his cause of death to be ‘paper cut’.
Hankyung has finally relented to Zhoumi’s whining by giving him his plastic, no sharp cornered mobile and Zhoumi was now chatting calmly on the phone. He’s so engrossed in his conversation that he doesn’t notice the dark shadow lurking just outside his door, eyes dark and murderous.
“Kyu-ah, you should get some rest…” Hankyung’s soft voice cut through Kyuhyun’s calculations as he tries to figure out how long it would be before the poison is out of the other two’s system.
Kyuhyun looks up and stares at the doctor, who was sporting dark circles under his eyes, glasses barely on his nose. “Right back at you, hyung. Hate to say it, but you look like crap.”
“Gee thanks Kyu-ah, you really know how to make a man happy.”
They share a quick smile, but Kyuhyun saves his data and heads to the small bed in the corner of the room. He lies down and motions to Hankyung, patting the space besides him. “Come on hyung, let’s take a break, we’ve been up all night.”
Hankyung pauses then smiles, setting down his equipment and lying down besides the younger man, “Just a little while okay?”
Kyuhyun watches as Hankyung’s eyes flutter close almost immediately and Kyuhyun just gazes at his hyung before closing his own eyes.
Yes just a little while...
Yesung is led into a circular room with red walls and white carpet, doors located at even intervals around the walls. There is a small platform in the middle of the room, raised about three quarters of a meter off the ground and on it were about ten naked figures kneeling with their heads down and their hands bound in front of them.
Yesung has never been to a Rest House and he’s too uncomfortable to really focus on them and he just stares at the ground, waiting for instructions from the two Officials he came with. The two of them walks around the platform, before each dragging a figure off roughly, pushing them towards a door, which Yesung notes opens up into a small bedroom. One of the Officials turn to Yesung, even as he fondles the breasts of the girl he’s holding, “Hey, you can choose one, any one you like and fuck them good. No one cares about these ones, so you can be as rough as you like, fuck them till they die if you want.” With a wink, he shoves the girl into his room and Yesung turns back to the platform reluctantly. He’ll just pick someone and stay in the room long enough, before letting them go, so he go out and search for Ryeowook. He’ll just-
His thought process halts to a dead stop as he catches sight of one skinny boy in the back row, his small body trembling and Yesung pulls the boy’s head up and gasps, slapping his hand over the other’s mouth so he doesn’t betray them, before pulling him off the platform and quickly into a room.
He had found Ryeowook.
The voice was cold, “You failed. You only killed one of them.”
“Y-yes, I’m so sorry, Grand Master. I did not plan well enough, I am unworthy, but please give me a second chance!”
“Seeing as you did eliminate one of them and cast suspicion on another, I will give you another chance to prove yourself. Do not fail again.”
“Yes, Grand Master, I will not disappoint you again!”
Once the door is closed, Yesung releases his hold and Ryeowook smiles brightly at him, relief etched all over his face, “Yesung hyung!”
His smile falters slightly as Yesung just stares at him and makes no move to release his bindings, “Hyung?”
Yesung slowly edges Ryeowook backwards, until the smaller man falls onto the bed with a gasp. He leans down over Ryeowook and hugs him tightly, whispering quickly in his ear.
“Wookie, don’t freak out okay? I want to help you, but you have to go along with this.” Ryeowook stops moving and nods apprehensively.
“There are cameras in this room Ryeowook and they’re watching our every move,” Yesung takes the opportunity to slide a hand along Ryeowook’s milky thighs, earning a jerk. “If we don’t do this and do it well, they’ll know and then they’ll punish us.” He sucks on Ryeowook’s neck and cups Ryeowook’s butt, drawing a gasp. “I hate to do this to you, Ryeowookie, but trust me, it’s better me than those monsters out there.” As if on cue, there’s a pure scream of agony from the room next to them and Ryeowook freezes in terror.
Yesung takes Ryeowook’s bound hands and ties it up with the rope on the bedpost and the smaller man’s eyes widen as he’s secured, hands over his head. “I’m going to have sex with you, Wookie. Wookie! Look at me! I have to do it and it has to be real, so please Ryeowook, go along with me and we can get you out of this hell hole.”
Deflating, Ryeowook nods and Yesung climbs on top of the smaller man and parts his legs. Yesung inserts one finger into Ryeowook’s virgin hole and pumps it slowly, Ryeowook jerking at the intrusion, hissing in pain. He pushes the second finger in and Ryeowook’s face twists in pain and he gasps out loud, crying out softly as Yesung scissor his fingers inside of him. Another finger is inserted and Ryeowook cries out loud this time, tears springing to his eyes as he bites down on his lip hard enough to draw blood. Yesung is already hard as hell and as he moves his fingers in and out, Ryeowook cries of pain start to mix with the occasional moan of pleasure, and it sends heat flooding to Yesung’s groin.
Much quicker than he probably should, Yesung positions himself at Ryeowook’s entrance. There’s no lube anywhere in sight, so he spits in his hand and rubs his cock quickly, before pushing in, Ryeowook arching off the bed as he’s stretched beyond anything he has ever experienced. It’s beautiful and everything Yesung has ever fantasized about and before he can stop himself, he shoves all the way in, Ryeowook screaming at the pain. Yesung thrusts in and out quickly, Ryeowook crying out each time, tears streaming down his cheeks.
“Hyung you wanted to see me?”
The older man turns slowly and his smile was dark.
“Um…hyung? Do we have to meet out here in the tunnels, I mean-”
“You know why we’re here. You know.”
“Hyung, I have no idea what you’re talking-”
The older man shoves him up against the wall and his eyes widen at the knife in the other’s hand. “Don’t fuck with me. You know you’re over. How dare you even-”
The younger man’s eyes darken immediately and he stops struggling, expression hardening. “You’re right.”
He collapses on top of Ryeowook’s shaking form and Yesung knows he’s done what he needs now, that they can leave, but Ryeowook is still panting and coming in small jerks, his face caught in the moment of pleasure, body shuddering beneath him and Yesung feels himself harden at the image he’s fantasized about so many times. He’s still torn between his desire and his morals, when he sees Ryeowook mouth ‘Kyuhyun’ and Yesung’s mind goes blank with rage and jealousy.
Quickly, he flips Ryeowook over, until the smaller man is on his knees, face pressed against the rough mattress. “Hyung?” Ryeowook manages a squeak.
Ryeowook likes Kyuhyun. Ryeowook likes Kyuhyun. I took his virginity and he still thinks of Kyuhyun…I’m never going to have him, so I might as well take all of him now.
Yesung roughly pulls Ryeowook’s ass open, till he can see that swollen hole beckoning him and he slams himself in tearing an agonized scream from Ryeowook, who immediately starts struggling, kicking and trying to move away.
“Listen to me! If I don’t do this the proper way, they’ll suspect and they come in here and fuck you till you die, you heard them before!”
Ryeowook doesn’t stop struggling and Yesung yanks him back into position and lifts those thin hips up and slams back in. He grips Ryeowook’s hips hard enough to leave bruises that’ll last for at least a week and he fucks the smaller man hard and fast, tearing scream after scream.
When Yesung comes, Ryeowook is limp and trembling, sobbing into the mattress and Yesung flips him over, eyes hardening at Ryeowook’s half hard member. “Am I not good enough, Ryeowook?”
Ryeowook doesn’t answer and Yesung clenches his hand around the other’s length, drawing a choked gasp. “I said, am I not good enough for you, Kim Ryeowook?!”
Ryeowook turns his head away, pained, tears falling freely and Yesung grabs his chin and yanks his face to meet his, fingers simultaneouslyt digging into the sensitive flesh between the smaller man’s legs.
“Huh?! Aren’t I?! Am I not good enough Ryeowook?!” With each question, Yesung tightens his grip and jerks Ryeowook’s member roughly, until Ryeowook is keening and writhing beneath him.
By the time Ryeowook comes, his cock is red and swollen, purple in some places and the younger man is lying motionless, tears shining on his face.
Hyukjae runs in, telling them that Yesung has found Ryeowook and he runs right past the pair of feet lying on the ground at the edge of the side tunnel, a rat scurrying around the red tinted water.
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Die With Me (4/?)
iv.
It’s been nearly 5 hours since Ryeowook had ran out and Yesung was getting anxious to where the younger man could have gone. He’s out with Kyuhyun and Kangin searching the streets for Ryeowook, because poison or no, they had to ensure he was alive at least to figure things out.
Yesung is wandering around the business district, near where he works when someone calls his name and he spins around to see some Officials approaching him.
“Yesung, what are you doing out here all alone? The boss was very impressed with your last design. Come, join us at the Blue Rest House, there’s no supervision or camera surveillance shit there, you’ll be well rewarded. Come!”
Yesung couldn’t very well refuse an Offical, so he follows them with a bow and thanks, glancing at the dark streets, hoping Ryeowook was safe.
He is flipping through his room mate’s draw, looking for his blue shirt, because the other always liked to borrow it. His hand comes in contact with something hard and he gasps at the small bottle in his hands.
It couldn’t be…How could it be him?!
Leeteuk finishes his dance with a swirl and the crowd cheers loudly, wolf whistling and gesturing crudely. There are shouts of prices and Leeteuk blocks it out, wondering if Kangin was still going to be waiting outside for him and whether Leeteuk will be able to withstand refusing the other man again.
He’s brought back to the present, when he’s being picked up by a large man with a hard jaw and cruel eyes and Leeteuk closes his eyes and counts in his head how long it is before he can see Kangin again; it’s the only way he endures these horrible nights.
Donghae and Zhoumi were both put in separate rooms, cleared of all things possible of inflicting injury and Zhoumi was bored out of his mind. At least Donghae had Hyukjae dancing outside his room at random times to keep him entertained. Even books had been deemed unacceptable on the count that they could produce paper cuts. Zhoumi had protested until Kyuhyun asked him if he really wanted his cause of death to be ‘paper cut’.
Hankyung has finally relented to Zhoumi’s whining by giving him his plastic, no sharp cornered mobile and Zhoumi was now chatting calmly on the phone. He’s so engrossed in his conversation that he doesn’t notice the dark shadow lurking just outside his door, eyes dark and murderous.
“Kyu-ah, you should get some rest…” Hankyung’s soft voice cut through Kyuhyun’s calculations as he tries to figure out how long it would be before the poison is out of the other two’s system.
Kyuhyun looks up and stares at the doctor, who was sporting dark circles under his eyes, glasses barely on his nose. “Right back at you, hyung. Hate to say it, but you look like crap.”
“Gee thanks Kyu-ah, you really know how to make a man happy.”
They share a quick smile, but Kyuhyun saves his data and heads to the small bed in the corner of the room. He lies down and motions to Hankyung, patting the space besides him. “Come on hyung, let’s take a break, we’ve been up all night.”
Hankyung pauses then smiles, setting down his equipment and lying down besides the younger man, “Just a little while okay?”
Kyuhyun watches as Hankyung’s eyes flutter close almost immediately and Kyuhyun just gazes at his hyung before closing his own eyes.
Yes just a little while...
Yesung is led into a circular room with red walls and white carpet, doors located at even intervals around the walls. There is a small platform in the middle of the room, raised about three quarters of a meter off the ground and on it were about ten naked figures kneeling with their heads down and their hands bound in front of them.
Yesung has never been to a Rest House and he’s too uncomfortable to really focus on them and he just stares at the ground, waiting for instructions from the two Officials he came with. The two of them walks around the platform, before each dragging a figure off roughly, pushing them towards a door, which Yesung notes opens up into a small bedroom. One of the Officials turn to Yesung, even as he fondles the breasts of the girl he’s holding, “Hey, you can choose one, any one you like and fuck them good. No one cares about these ones, so you can be as rough as you like, fuck them till they die if you want.” With a wink, he shoves the girl into his room and Yesung turns back to the platform reluctantly. He’ll just pick someone and stay in the room long enough, before letting them go, so he go out and search for Ryeowook. He’ll just-
His thought process halts to a dead stop as he catches sight of one skinny boy in the back row, his small body trembling and Yesung pulls the boy’s head up and gasps, slapping his hand over the other’s mouth so he doesn’t betray them, before pulling him off the platform and quickly into a room.
He had found Ryeowook.
The voice was cold, “You failed. You only killed one of them.”
“Y-yes, I’m so sorry, Grand Master. I did not plan well enough, I am unworthy, but please give me a second chance!”
“Seeing as you did eliminate one of them and cast suspicion on another, I will give you another chance to prove yourself. Do not fail again.”
“Yes, Grand Master, I will not disappoint you again!”
Once the door is closed, Yesung releases his hold and Ryeowook smiles brightly at him, relief etched all over his face, “Yesung hyung!”
His smile falters slightly as Yesung just stares at him and makes no move to release his bindings, “Hyung?”
Yesung slowly edges Ryeowook backwards, until the smaller man falls onto the bed with a gasp. He leans down over Ryeowook and hugs him tightly, whispering quickly in his ear.
“Wookie, don’t freak out okay? I want to help you, but you have to go along with this.” Ryeowook stops moving and nods apprehensively.
“There are cameras in this room Ryeowook and they’re watching our every move,” Yesung takes the opportunity to slide a hand along Ryeowook’s milky thighs, earning a jerk. “If we don’t do this and do it well, they’ll know and then they’ll punish us.” He sucks on Ryeowook’s neck and cups Ryeowook’s butt, drawing a gasp. “I hate to do this to you, Ryeowookie, but trust me, it’s better me than those monsters out there.” As if on cue, there’s a pure scream of agony from the room next to them and Ryeowook freezes in terror.
Yesung takes Ryeowook’s bound hands and ties it up with the rope on the bedpost and the smaller man’s eyes widen as he’s secured, hands over his head. “I’m going to have sex with you, Wookie. Wookie! Look at me! I have to do it and it has to be real, so please Ryeowook, go along with me and we can get you out of this hell hole.”
Deflating, Ryeowook nods and Yesung climbs on top of the smaller man and parts his legs. Yesung inserts one finger into Ryeowook’s virgin hole and pumps it slowly, Ryeowook jerking at the intrusion, hissing in pain. He pushes the second finger in and Ryeowook’s face twists in pain and he gasps out loud, crying out softly as Yesung scissor his fingers inside of him. Another finger is inserted and Ryeowook cries out loud this time, tears springing to his eyes as he bites down on his lip hard enough to draw blood. Yesung is already hard as hell and as he moves his fingers in and out, Ryeowook cries of pain start to mix with the occasional moan of pleasure, and it sends heat flooding to Yesung’s groin.
Much quicker than he probably should, Yesung positions himself at Ryeowook’s entrance. There’s no lube anywhere in sight, so he spits in his hand and rubs his cock quickly, before pushing in, Ryeowook arching off the bed as he’s stretched beyond anything he has ever experienced. It’s beautiful and everything Yesung has ever fantasized about and before he can stop himself, he shoves all the way in, Ryeowook screaming at the pain. Yesung thrusts in and out quickly, Ryeowook crying out each time, tears streaming down his cheeks.
“Hyung you wanted to see me?”
The older man turns slowly and his smile was dark.
“Um…hyung? Do we have to meet out here in the tunnels, I mean-”
“You know why we’re here. You know.”
“Hyung, I have no idea what you’re talking-”
The older man shoves him up against the wall and his eyes widen at the knife in the other’s hand. “Don’t fuck with me. You know you’re over. How dare you even-”
The younger man’s eyes darken immediately and he stops struggling, expression hardening. “You’re right.”
He collapses on top of Ryeowook’s shaking form and Yesung knows he’s done what he needs now, that they can leave, but Ryeowook is still panting and coming in small jerks, his face caught in the moment of pleasure, body shuddering beneath him and Yesung feels himself harden at the image he’s fantasized about so many times. He’s still torn between his desire and his morals, when he sees Ryeowook mouth ‘Kyuhyun’ and Yesung’s mind goes blank with rage and jealousy.
Quickly, he flips Ryeowook over, until the smaller man is on his knees, face pressed against the rough mattress. “Hyung?” Ryeowook manages a squeak.
Ryeowook likes Kyuhyun. Ryeowook likes Kyuhyun. I took his virginity and he still thinks of Kyuhyun…I’m never going to have him, so I might as well take all of him now.
Yesung roughly pulls Ryeowook’s ass open, till he can see that swollen hole beckoning him and he slams himself in tearing an agonized scream from Ryeowook, who immediately starts struggling, kicking and trying to move away.
“Listen to me! If I don’t do this the proper way, they’ll suspect and they come in here and fuck you till you die, you heard them before!”
Ryeowook doesn’t stop struggling and Yesung yanks him back into position and lifts those thin hips up and slams back in. He grips Ryeowook’s hips hard enough to leave bruises that’ll last for at least a week and he fucks the smaller man hard and fast, tearing scream after scream.
When Yesung comes, Ryeowook is limp and trembling, sobbing into the mattress and Yesung flips him over, eyes hardening at Ryeowook’s half hard member. “Am I not good enough, Ryeowook?”
Ryeowook doesn’t answer and Yesung clenches his hand around the other’s length, drawing a choked gasp. “I said, am I not good enough for you, Kim Ryeowook?!”
Ryeowook turns his head away, pained, tears falling freely and Yesung grabs his chin and yanks his face to meet his, fingers simultaneouslyt digging into the sensitive flesh between the smaller man’s legs.
“Huh?! Aren’t I?! Am I not good enough Ryeowook?!” With each question, Yesung tightens his grip and jerks Ryeowook’s member roughly, until Ryeowook is keening and writhing beneath him.
By the time Ryeowook comes, his cock is red and swollen, purple in some places and the younger man is lying motionless, tears shining on his face.
Hyukjae runs in, telling them that Yesung has found Ryeowook and he runs right past the pair of feet lying on the ground at the edge of the side tunnel, a rat scurrying around the red tinted water.
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