We found love in (hell) a hopeless place

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Title: We Found Love in (Hell) A Hopeless Place
Author: sitiisinsane
Pairing: Kris/Baekhyun (hell!au)
Summary: In which Kris is the King of Hell.
Disclaimer: Noppity nope.


‘’No, I will not allow you to cloth me in that...that...’’ Baekhyun struggled to find the exact word to express how disgusted he was. ‘’...that monstrosity!’’ He finally spits out, aghast that Jongdae would even suggest such a thing.

Jongdae ignores Baekhyun’s attempts at batting his hands away, tossing the hideous fire-engine red suit onto the growing pile of clothes on the floor.

‘’God, help me.’’ Jongdae mutters under his breath.

Chanyeol snickers and Jongdae slaps at his mouth lightly. ‘’Okay, no. I take that back.’’ He fixes his attention on Baekhyun once again, eyeing the obviously disgruntled male. ‘’We’ll never find the perfect wedding suit for you at this rate.’’

Baekhyun plops himself down onto his throne. Well, not exactly his but still.

‘’I’m going to be the future Queen of Hell, Jongdae, not the laughingstock of hell.’’

Jongdae pushes his thick-framed glasses higher up the bridge of his nose, regretting the fact that he had turned down Yixing’s offer of torturing the new inmates of Hell. Honestly, he’d rather be inflicting the torture on others rather than endure the torture that his best friend was inflicting on him.

He turns to Chanyeol and murmurs, ‘’How many days till he ends his meeting?’’

Chanyeol scrutinizes the clock on the wall - two humans pinned against it to resemble the long and short needle. He was actually quite pleased with this masterpiece of his. Who needed those modern watches when you can have a clock made out of such sinful humans?

‘I have no idea.’’

Xiumin slips in past the front door, nodding at Jongdae and Chanyeol as he passes by them (though Jongdae can see from his amused grin that he’s relieved he’s not in their shoes), and bowing respectfully before he hands Baekhyun a stack of documents.
Jongdae takes it as an opportunity to take a break for a moment as Baekhyun goes through the documents, allowing Chanyeol to slip an arm around him. He basks in the solid weight of his boyfriend, barely fazed when the younger male effortlessly lifts him up and plops him down onto his lap.

‘’You know he’s only being difficult because he hasn’t seen King for two weeks right?’’ Chanyeol points out, lips warm against Jongdae’s temple. ‘’I recall returning to an almost thrashed room when I was away on a mission for four days.’’ He hears, rather than sees, the other’s amused grin. ‘’And with the wedding coming up ahead and him being crowned...’’

Hell was a chaos of everyone preparing for the upcoming wedding and Byun Baekhyun’s crowning ceremony. Not to mention that there was all that torturing to do. Sigh, so many things but so little time.

‘’I suppose anyone would go crazy without being around their mate for a solid two weeks. He’s starting to look a little pale.’’ Jongdae and Baekhyun spent most of their time (playfully) bickering and getting up to mischief together, so it was a little worrying for him to see the other male being so...restless.

‘’He’s asleep.’’ Chanyeol gestures to where their future Queen is curled up on Yifan’s huge throne-line seat, and Xiumin places a finger against his lips, signalling that they slip out quietly so that the other could get a few hours of well-deserved nap.

Jongdae winces when a blood-curling scream of a woman travels down all the way from the end of the dimly lit corridor, accompanied by Tao’s and Sehun’s delighted (and almost maniacal) laughter. He peeks into the room a few minutes later only to find that Tao has the second youngest pinned up against the wall, lips trailing kisses down Sehun’s neck. His cheek is smeared with blood, the smell sharp and Tao’s fingers leaves imprints of blood on the other’s initially pristine white shirt.

Jongdae finds it hilarious how Sehun loves anything white, when he’s anything but pure.

‘’Get a room, you two.’’

‘’We are in one, in case you didn’t notice.’’ Tao doesn’t even bother to pause, shamelessly rocking his hips against Sehun’s.

‘’Keep it down or you’ll wake Queen up. He’s not in the best of moods today.’’

The thing about Yifan is that he’s impossibly sweet when it comes to Baekhyun. As the King of Hell, just Yifan’s steely and intimidating gaze is enough to get even his most stubborn subjects to submit to him. There isn’t a need for blood to be spilled or harsh words to be barked out. Jongdae supposes that certain saying about how love is enough to make even the toughest man weak does make sense afterall.

Honestly, back when he was nothing but someone of low rank, Jongdae was beyond certain that Yifan wouldn’t want anyone else but Baekhyun to rule next to him. Wu Yifan only had eyes for Byun Baekhyun and that was that. And why wouldn’t he when Baekhyun himself is gorgeous sin? He had everything - intelligence, wit, looks and had committed enough evil deeds to keep him in Hell for a lifetime. But their past life is something that they’ve all agreed not to touched on, not when they’re more than contented at the moment.

Jongdae can’t help but to allow the corners of his lips to tilt up into a smile when Chanyeol holds something out, grinning broadly from ear to ear.

‘’Look what Kyungsoo got for me!’’

‘’Another one of his works he’s been experimenting on?’’ Jongdae eyes the twisted limbs of the half-charred human body, the bashed-in head twisted at an awkward angle.

‘’It’ll make a good sculpture, don’t you think? Maybe we can place it in the corner of our room.’’ And Chanyeol’s already carrying it back towards their bedroom, ignoring his boyfriend’s sputtered protests of, ‘’As if we don’t have enough of those in our room already!’’

‘’Chanyeol, you dropped an eyeball!’’ Jongdae yells after the male’s retreating figure.

x.x

Two hours of undisturbed nap does nothing to improve Baekhyun’s  mood and for some reason, he feels irritated at himself for behaving in such a way. He should be used to Yifan’s absences, but then again, this is the first time that it’s stretched this long.

Baekhyun scrutinizes his reflection in the ceiling-to-floor mirror, the pads of his fingers ghosting over the mark that had been burned into the skin of his left shoulder. Ever since Yifan had marked him, the longing that he had to endure while the older male was away was becoming even more unbearable. Baekhyun digs his fingernails into the mark, but it doesn’t burn and sting white-hot like how it does whenever it’s Yifan.

‘’You’re the future Queen, Byun Baekhyun. Stop being so...disgustingly mopey.’’ He throws himself a disgusted look through the mirror, straightening his shoulders and taking a huge deep breath.

And so, Baekhyun allows himself to be swept up with the everyday activities of Hell to take his mind off missing his King. He will be Queen afterall, and queens do not sit around moping like an idiot. He dives headfirst (not literally) into the paperwork that’s been piling up (yes, they do have paperwork), and vents his frustration by dishing out punishments to those lowly human.

Baekhyun finds himself laughing his heart out as he navigates around the maze that is the 20th level corridor, because Jongin had purposely let an escapee loose and it was thrilling to hunt him down, so very amused that he even harboured the thought that escape was possible.

There is no escape.

Jongin’s lazily sauntering, that lazy brat. While Baekhyun is all childish enthusiasm, the other has a more lazy and relaxed air to him.

Which makes it even more suspenseful.

‘’Do we take a left or right turn...’’

‘’Hurry up, or Yixing and Kyungsoo are going to get all the fun if he wanders into their room. I really don’t want Jongdae bitching at me about them gifting Chanyeol with their human sculptures.’’

‘’Patience, Queen-‘’

Whatever Jongin is about to say is cut off by an all-too familiar prickling in the air, but Baekhyun doesn’t even feel that because his mark is burning, the pain so fucking searing and Baekhyun has gone through so many degrees of pain, but he takes comfort in this because-

‘’He’s home.’

x.x

Everyone is already gathered in the main hall once Baekhyun and Jongin reach, the younger of the two quietly slipping into the empty spot next to Sehun, head bowed. Baekhyun barely registers the presence of the others, bright eyes fixed on the throne and he has to force himself to take those steps forward.

He figures that all of them can probably feel it in the air - his exhaustion from lack of sleep, frustration because he hasn’t seen his mate for a solid two weeks, his relief because Yifan has returned safe and sound, longing and delight all swirled into one emotion. The searing pain in his shoulder has dwindled down to a dull throb and it completely ebbs away once he’s within reach of Yifan.
His King.

Baekhyun kneels down, mentally berating himself because for goodness’s sake, he’s inappropriately dressed. But he’s pleased to note that Yifan is gazing down at him as if he’s the most breathtaking person he’s set his eyes on. Even though the only thing he has on over his clothes is one of Yifan’s worn, comforting robes that smells like faint cigarette smoke.

‘’King.’’ Baekhyun breathes out softly, chin tilted up as he gazes up at his mate with obvious overwhelming affection.

And Baekhyun is mortified to find that he’s so very close to tears when Yifan cups his right cheek, thumb skimming along his lower lip. He’s trembling and he doesn’t want them to see his tears, because he’s Byun Baekhyun. And also because his lips are slightly chapped from the lack of lip balm. He’s aware that Yifan is holding himself back, that if they were in their comfort of their bedroom, he’ll get much more than a loving caress on his cheek.

There’s ‘’I love you, I love you, I love you’’ in Yifan’s gentle touch.

And for the first time in two weeks, all of them are finally rewarded with one of Baekhyun’s dazzling smile at these words,

‘’I’m home, my Queen.’’

X.X

‘’I’m aware of my devastatingly handsome looks, but do you really have to stare that intensely at me?’’

Baekhyun is torn between wanting to knock Yifan on the head with the thick book that’s within arm’s reach on the side table and agreeing with him. He opts to keep quiet instead, still rooted to his spot at the end of the bed. Now that Yifan is here, right before his very eyes, he’s...at a loss as to what to do first.

‘’Come here.’’

And Baekhyun all but throws himself into the other’s arms, laughing sheepishly when Yifan grunts. The silver-gold bracelets on the younger male’s arm makes a soft clinking sound as he lifts his right hand out, fingers gently splayed against his lover’s cheek.

‘’You should have told me you’re coming back. I would have dressed up for you’’ He gazes down forlornly at his less than adequate attire, simply clad in one of Yifan’s robes. He doesn’t even have any makeup on, damn it.

Yifan’s broad palms begins their slide down from Baekhyun’s shoulders to his sides, before gently gripping the younger male by his hips. He’s pleased to note that it doesn’t look as if the other has lost any weight, meaning that Chanyeol and Jongdae have made sure that Baekhyun kept to his meal times.

‘’You’re gorgeous.’’ Yifan whispers as he sits with his back splayed against the blood red loveseat, Baekhyun perched on his lap with his back facing the large window, the skies outside a fiery red. ‘’You’re the worst kind of sin itself.’’ He adds in with faint laughter when the other shifts, causing the robes to slide off his shoulders the slightest bit, baring milky unmarred skin.

The corners of Baekhyun’s lips curls up into an amused smile, the tip of his finger sliding along Yifan’s jaw. ‘’It sounds beautiful when you say that I am the worst kind of sin itself.’’ And Baekhyun stills as unwanted memories surfaces in his mind - of those times when those exact words had been said to him, but with malice and disgust.

No, Baekhyun does not want to recall of his days in that place.

Heaven, he scoffs.

x.x

Kris is barely fazed when he walks into the main hall to find Jongdae on his knees, Chanyeol’s cock in his mouth and calloused fingers fisted in honey brown hair. Jongdae is completely obliviously towards his surroundings, immersed in the act of bringing his lover pleasure. Chanyeol, looking completely indecent shirtless and his pants bunched around his thighs, shoots Kris a wide cheeky grin, placing a finger against his own lips.

‘’Fuck, I love your lips. My pretty baby.’’ Kris hears Chanyeol cooing as he quietly leaves the hall.

Baekhyun is puttering around their bedroom naked when he slips in, and Kris loves how soft and dewy he looks after a shower. Byun Baekhyun is a beauty like no other, no matter how ridiculously cheesy that sounds coming from him.

‘’Did you manage to speak to Chanyeol?’’ The other asks, picking up a ripe red apple from the bowl next to their table, the knife in his other hand glinting as it catches the light.

Kris sits down on the edge of the bed and his lover wordlessly steps forward to stand in between his thighs. ‘’He was...preoccupied.’’

Baekhyun’s smile is knowing as he skins the apple, nearly dropping the knife when the older male leans forward, nuzzling the soft skin of his lover’s tummy.

‘’I have an idea.’’ Kris murmurs, tilting his head up slightly.

‘’Pray tell, my King, the brilliant idea that you have.’’ The jet-black haired male teases, sticky fingers carding through the strands of Yifan’s hair.

Heat courses through Yifan when the words ‘’my King’’ slips past his lover’s lips, and Baekhyun’s breath hitches when a large palm cups the moist heat between his legs.

‘’Such a pretty pussy.’’ His voice is gruff from raw lust and need, and it doesn’t help that the smaller male smells so very intoxicating.

He’s unable to pinpoint the scent exactly, but perhaps Baekhyun had taken a dip in the tub with flower petals this morning.

His pretty fingers are clutched tight around the apple as Kris trails a finger along his inner thigh, eyes bright with undisguised mischief.

‘’If...’’ Kris marvels at the recently shaved skin, the sight of his lover’s smooth, shaven pussy making him forget his words temporarily. ‘’...I can make you cum before you finish eating that apple...’ He ignores Baekhyun’s narrowed eyes when his thumb brushes teasingly against the younger male’s clit. ‘’...you’ll have to reward me.’’

Baekhyun’s eyes lighten up at the prospect of a challenge, and Kris swallows drily when he realizes that his fingers are quite slick right now.

‘’And if I finish eating the apple first?’’

‘’My dear Baekhyun, you do realize that I haven’t seen or touched you for two weeks, and you know full well what I’m like when we’re apart for that long.’’ Kris does not bother to hide the hunger that’s evident in his eyes, fingernails digging into the flesh of his lover’s firm ass cheeks. ‘’All those nights fantasizing about you sitting on my face and squirting all over me.’’

Baekhyun slaps Kris’s shoulder lightly, emitting a low whine. ‘’You’re not playing fair. And really, how lewd. What would people say if they find out that the King of Hell has such dirty thoughts of his soon-to-be Queen?’’

Wordlessly, Kris wraps a strong arm around his lover’s waist and has him on his back on the mattress in four seconds flat. His beloved looks more than gorgeous against their too-black silk sheets.

‘’I’ve always had dirty thoughts about you, darling. I take pleasure in tainting you.’’

Baekhyun loosens his grip on the apple and runs his sticking fingers down the other’s broad back, cheeks adorably flushed as his arousal heightens.

‘’Well, fuck the apple.’’

x.x

‘’I don’t know.’’ Yixing scrutinizes the art before him, tapping a finger against his cheek as he ponders over something. ‘’It’s slightly...lacking, don’t you think?’’

Kyungsoo nods in agreement and there’s a wet squelch as he treads on something, vivid red splattering against the sheets that they’ve spread out on the floor.

‘’Chanyeol and Jongdae says it has to be amazing. Nothing but the best for the newlyweds.’’

Yixing stares blankly at the wall before him, only snapping out of it when he hears a pained and drawn out raspy groan.

‘’Shh.’’ He runs his blood-stained fingers through sticky brown hair, affectionately petting the half-mangled form that’s been arranged into a pretzel-like position.

Kyungsoo scratches the back of his ear, scrutinizing the project that they’ve been working on since last weekend.

‘’I think we should gouge out his eyes though. I don’t think Kris and Baekhyun will appreciate having someone stare at them while they’re attempting to produce a heir.’’

x.x

The preparations for the wedding and crowning ceremony are in full swing, and Baekhyun finds himself completely caught up in the festivities. It’s impossible not to be when there’s people like Chanyeol and Jongdae around. Just this morning, Baekhyun had walked in to the sight of Yixing swinging what seemed like a half-severed intestine and Chanyeol hollering with laughter. Though it hadn’t seem so funny when it had smacked Xiumin in the face, and Baekhyun was pretty sure that the oldest male had spent fifteen minutes cursing Chanyeol in Chinese. Even Luhan had seemed somewhat impressed.

Baekhyun knows that whatever is happening is only going to get more chaotic and raunchier when Sehun starts licking wine off Zitao’s chest in the middle of the goddamn dining table. He slips out to the garden before he gets roped in and Baekhyun vaguely recalls that exact moment when he had said to Kris, ‘’What do you think it’d be like if Hell had a garden?’’

And the following month, Byun Baekhyun found himself gifted with a freaking garden. With actual flowers and shit. And like, stone benches. Because according to Chanyeol, who was imitating Kris at that moment, ‘’If Baekhyun wants a garden, we’ll build him a fucking garden.’’

Baekhyun adores the black roses. Back in that place, there had been roses in every colour available. Except for black.

Because black doesn’t symbolize purity, Baekhyun.

He still hears that voice in his head sometimes, and it does nothing to ease away the hatred that he feels.

Baekhyun hears Kris approaching even before his lover wraps his arms around his waist, and his scent clouds over the younger male comfortingly. Kris smells like danger, unrepentance and slight hatred, as ridiculous as that sounds. Kris smells so fucking divine and up till this day, it still makes Baekhyun feel weak in the knees.

‘’Do you miss it?’’

The question doesn’t take Baekhyun aback because he knows that it lingers at the back of Kris’s mind every single day.

‘’I...still have dreams about that place. I dream about the beauty of the place, the warmth and then...it turns into a nightmare.’’ Baekhyun’s voice starts to waver slightly. ‘’I dream about what it’ll be like if you hadn’t rescued me from there. And it’s terrifying, because sometimes I dream that I’m still stuck there, that I had no idea that all of these was waiting for me.’’

Baekhyun starts to quiver and Kris tightens his hold around his lover’s smaller frame, lips brushing against the shell of his pierced ear.

His hands are clammy and Baekhyun allows Kris to turn him around, a faint smile gracing his lips when his lover tucks a black rose behind his ear.

‘’Do you miss him?’’

‘’I still hear his voice in my head. ‘’I’ll save you, Baekhyun. I swear I will.’’ . And he was halfway there too. Just a few months until I would be cleansed of all my sins. It was pain I’ve never felt before and he was always there, ‘’You can start anew, Baekhyun. We can start anew. You and I.’’ And the way he said it sounded so...beautiful.’’

‘’And then you met me.’’

Baekhyun’s smile is full-out adoring as he cups Kris’s face in his palms. The older male curls his fingers around the other’s wrist, planting a gentle kiss in the centre of his palm.

‘’Joonmyun came to see me the other day. I got Jongin to invite him to our wedding.’’

Amusement flickers in Baekhyun’s eyes and he can’t resist planting a firm against his lover’s lips. ‘’What a way to rub salt into his wound. And asking Jongin of all people. You know how Jongin detests Heaven.’’

Kris doesn’t bother hiding his smug grin, ‘’Well, I really couldn’t resist the idea of rubbing it in his face that I will be marrying the man he so desperately loves and tried to save. And sending Jongin...’’ Kris shrugs his shoulders nonchantly. ‘’It’s important that Joonmyun learns that not everyone can be saved.’’

Baekhyun curls his fingers around the fabric of Kris’s soft shirt, ‘’Especially when they don’t want to be saved.’’

He suppresses the pleasant shiver that inches down his spine when Kris slowly kisses each of his fingers, ‘’Do you ever regret it?’’

‘’Do I ever regret that I gave up repentance and salvation?’’ Baekhyun presses himself closer against his lover’s solid built frame. ‘’Do I regret that I will never know what it’s like to be cleansed of my sins? That I’ll see bloodshed, torture and all forms of sins for the rest of my life?’’ He reaches down and laces their fingers together in an affectionate gesture.

Regret. How could Baekhyun possibly feel regret?

Baekhyun stands on his tiptoes, their lips nearly brushing as he whispers,

‘’You are my salvation, my King.’’

x.x

[extra]

Baekhyun is a little shit, Kris thinks.

That little shit is currently lounging in Kris’s throne, naked. The rest of them are pretty much unfazed by the state of their Queen’s nudity.

‘’Happy Birthday, my King!’’ Baekhyun chirps cheerfully as Kris comes to a stop before him, his eyes lined heavily with kohl. ‘’Look! Kyungsoo made me a flower crown!’’ He points to the flower crown that’s currently perched on his head. ‘’I feel so pretttttyyyyyyy! Well, I’m always pretty. I feel extra pretty!’’

‘’Alright. Who the fuck let him drink this early in the morning?’’

Chanyeol and Yixing are suddenly very interested in the gory masterpiece that was Kris’s and Baekhyun’s wedding gift.

The younger male gets to his feet shakily and despite his less than sober state, Baekhyun still manages to push Kris down into his seat, comfortably perching himself on his lover’s lap.

‘’Happy Birthday, my King.’’ Byun Baekhyun is all sweet smiles when he leans in to press his lips against Kris’s, and he really can’t blame himself for losing a little bit of control when he has a naked Baekhyun on his lap. In a pretty flower crown.

Kris prides himself on making Baekhyun look dazed when they pull apart.

‘’I’d like to skip to the birthday sex part right now, but I have a better gift for you.’’ What could possibly be better than birthday sex?

The doors swing open, and Jongdae and Sehun wheel in quite a sizeable looking box. There’s ribbons pasted all over it and apparently, everyone had taken the time to write down their birthday wishes for the King on the box. Using blood. Fucking fantastic. The cherry on top of the cake.

‘’Fuck, this is heavy. And Baekhyun, I’m not even done with you yet! Did you even stop to think how risky it’d be. I mean, you could’ve at least brought me along-‘’

Baekhyun shakily points a finger at Jongdae, ‘’Shut it, peasant!!!’’ And he breaks out into loud cackles. ‘’Oh god, I’ve always wanted to say that.’’

Kris narrows his eyes at Yixing and Chanyeol. ‘’I will deal with the both of you later.’’

Baekhyun distracts him by cutely nuzzling his face against Kris’s neck, ‘’You’ll love your present, I swear.’’

‘’More than I love you?’’

There’s the sound of Tao and Sehun mock-retching in the back.

‘’Jongin, why don’t you do us the honour of opening up the King’s present?’’ Baekhyun leans comfortably against his King, and there’s a glint in his eyes that can only be described as pure glee.

Baekhyun keeps fidgeting as Jongin makes quick work of getting the box open, and the young one breaks out into somewhat hysterical laughter when he finally pries the lid off. He’s clutching at his sides as he doubles over in laughter.

Baekhyun hops off his lover’s lap and holds his right hand out, and Kris laughs at his childlike enthusiasm as he tugs the older male towards his gift.

‘’Surpriseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!’’

Kris finally gets a good look of what’s in the box and fuck.

His gift is a bloody mess and Kris falls even more in love with Baekhyun for gifting him with damaged goods on his birthday.

Baekhyun grabs him by the material of his shirt and kisses him - hot, dirty and downright indecent and Kris tastes blood on his tongue and Baekhyun’s mirroring Jongin’s completely ecstatic laughter when they pull apart for air.

‘’Welcome to Paradise, Joonmyun.’’

x.x

‘’He’s going to have one hell of a time here. Get it?! One hell of a time.’’

‘’If you don’t shut the hell up, Chanyeol, I’ll make sure you end up like one of Yixing’s and Kyungsoo’s art pieces.’’

a/n: I really, really enjoyed writing this.I think it's one of my favorite so far. I just like the idea of Baekhyun choosing Kris over salvation and repentance.Inspired by all the gory novels that i've been reading lately. So...yay/nay? AM I GOING TO HELL FOR WRITING THIS