Addiction (100 SuJu Challenge)
Theme #63: Video Games
Title: Addiction
Pairing: Yesung/Eunhyuk
Author: thundersquall
Rating: R-21
Word Count: 1,717
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, which may be quite fortunate for them.
Summary: Drugs, sex, and dark alleys.
This fic was inspired by the scene in the Neorago MV where Yesung and Eunhyuk look like they're doing some drug deal in the alley which Eunhyuk's happily graffiti-ing.
Written for my hot twin, ch_ar_me, who has been flailing over that scene since the MV came out.
And it may be complete fail, and laughable, so be warned.
The wind is chilly, sharp cold edges whipping past Hyukjae, but he isn’t feeling it. His body is in the midst of a hot flush, he’s breaking out in cold sweat, and he shrugs the leather jacket off his shoulders as his shaky hands rummage around in his battered backpack.
He’s been waiting here, in this dark alley, for over two hours, and there’s still no sign of the man he’s hoping to see.
Hyukjae shakes as the craving rushes over him again, and he curses under his breath, wishing that the person he’s waiting for will turn up soon.
His fingers brush what he’s looking for in his backpack, his PlayStation Portable, and he pulls it out with hands so shaky and slippery with sweat that he almost drops it. He slumps against the wall of the alley and switches it on after a few tries, staring blankly at his game as it begins loading across the screen. He begins tapping at the buttons, his movements jerky and uncontrolled.
As a distraction from his cravings, the game proves woefully inadequate. The next cramp that comes hits his stomach like a baseball bat, and he doubles over with the pain. His PSP slips out of his nerveless fingers and on to the floor with a crack, but Hyukjae is beyond caring, all he knows now is that he needs his fix and he needs it soon or he’s going to die right here, in this filthy wet alley, in the cold and the dark and the damp and all alone -
“Waiting for me, Hyukjae-sshi?” A soft husky voice, smooth and velvety, cuts across the pain.
Hyukjae’s head snaps up and, despite his intense shivering he smiles, and in the gloom he can see the man smile back, even if the smile never touches his eyes, which are cold and hooded.
The man waits as Hyukjae’s body stops racking with the cramp, and Hyukjae finally staggers to his feet, eyes trained on the other.
“Yesung-sshi,” Hyukjae manages to say, clutching his leather jacket tighter around himself.
The man named Yesung inclines his head, his eyes travelling up and down Hyukjae in an almost predatory way. Hyukjae has never known his real name, everyone on the streets calls him Yesung, and so does Hyukjae. It doesn’t bother him that Yesung knows almost everything about him, where he lives, where he studies, the part-time jobs he does to fund his habit. He doesn’t care that he knows next to nothing about Yesung, because the little packets of white powder that Yesung supplies him with are all that Hyukjae needs from him.
“So what’ll it be today, Hyukjae?” Yesung asks, his tone soft, almost gentle.
“The usual,” Hyukjae replies, his breath hitching.
Yesung saunters over, his hands fumbling in a leather case he’s holding, casually invading Hyukjae’s personal space so that Hyukjae’s pressed against the wall with Yesung’s hand planted next to his head. Yesung drops his case on the ground, and Hyukjae’s eyes are immediately drawn, as if hypnotized, to the small ziplock bag of white powder the other man is clutching .
“Is this what you want?” Yesung asks, voice low and sensual.
Hyukjae nods speechlessly, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows hard, his eyes never leaving the little bag as Yesung swings it back and forth in front of him, so it catches the dim light of the streetlamp outside the alley just so.
He grabs for it, but just as quickly Yesung swallows it up in his palm and balls his fist around it.
“This isn’t free, Hyukjae,” he whispers, lips so close to Hyukjae’s ear he can feel his hot breath.
Hyukjae pushes Yesung away from him, freeing up enough space for him to pull his wallet out of his own jeans pocket, and with trembling fingers he extracts a wad of cash and slides it into Yesung’s hand, before looking up at the older man.
Yesung says nothing, merely cocks an eyebrow, and then Hyukjae grabs his arms and twists him around fluidly so that it’s now Yesung against the wall instead. In the space of a heartbeat he’s dropped to his knees, hands working at Yesung’s belt and pulling it off, tugging at the button and the zipper of his jeans.
Yesung chuckles. “You learn fast, Hyukjae-ah.”
Hyukjae doesn’t bother answering; he’s done this often enough over the last several months.
Yesung’s only half hard when Hyukjae takes him into his hand and begins stroking in long, slow motions, moving just enough to get him fully hard, and then he leans forward and flicks his tongue over the head, eliciting a soft growl from Yesung. He moves his tongue to the underside, tracing the thick vein there downwards, and then slides his tongue down the seam of his balls.
He continues teasing Yesung with his tongue, enjoying the soft throaty gasps coming from Yesung, until he feels fingers curl into his hair and jerk his head closer.
“Suck me already, you little whore,” Yesung orders, his eyes glassy with lust and his voice coming out like liquid sex that seems to pierce through Hyukjae right to his cock.
Hyukjae says nothing, just purses his lips and slides Yesung’s cock into his mouth obediently, inch by tantalizing inch, staring up into those dark eyes all the time.
“Fuck,” Yesung swears, as Hyukjae swallows him into the warm hot wetness of his mouth, and Hyukjae can taste the precome leaking out from the engorged head.
He swirls his tongue around Yesung’s cock, lapping up the bitter-salty taste, and then pulls out a little so he can press his tongue right into the slit, and wiggles it ever so slightly.
“Fuck,” Yesung says again, huskily, and Hyukjae feels another drop of precome ooze out into his willing mouth.
Then Hyukjae swallows him completely again, and begins to suck, so hard that his cheeks are hollowed, and then pulls out again, excruciatingly, deliciously slow, keeping the pressure of the suction going all the while, and when he’s at the tip of Yesung’s cock and sucking on the sensitive head, Yesung’s knees buckle slightly and he has to grip Hyukjae’s shoulder hard to keep his balance.
Hyukjae takes Yesung back in again, sucking all the while, and Yesung says, his breath raggedy, “Goddamn it, Hyukjae, but you’re good at this, aren’t you?”
At the sound of that voice, made rougher by undiluted lust, Hyukjae brings his hand down to his own cock and begins palming it through his jeans, stroking himself to hardness.
“That’s right, Hyukjae, touch yourself,” Yesung continues, his voice like molten lava. “Touch yourself while you blow me in this filthy alley like the dirty whore that you are.”
Hyukjae moans around Yesung’s cock, hands frantically pulling his jeans and boxers down and freeing his throbbing hardness, and Yesung shudders at the vibrations.
“Touch yourself while you’re using those pretty lips of yours on me. Lips like yours are made for fucking, you know that? They’re so fucking hot clamped around my cock, they shouldn’t be legal, Hyukjae.”
Hyukjae moans again, furiously pumping away at his erection, and Yesung yanks at his hair to make him suck faster.
“You love this, don’t you, Hyukjae?” Yesung whispers, and that velvety voice works like an aphrodisiac on Hyukjae because his cock twitches in his fist and he sucks on Yesung even harder, cheeks already aching, but he pays it no mind. “You love it, don’t you, you little slut, you love being on your knees pleasing me, you love the way my cock feels, filling up your mouth so full you can’t breathe… don’t you, Hyukjae?”
Hyukjae nods feverishly, his mouth moving up and down over Yesung’s hardness, his tongue lapping at the head, desperate to taste Yesung as his own hand pumps himself in the same furious rhythm.
“I like you like this Hyukjae, so fucking desperate to drink my come you’ll fuck your own hand while sucking me,” Yesung breathes.
Huykjae nods again, as he brings his free hand up to trace slow circles around on Yesung’s balls as he continues sliding his lips smoothly over that delicious cock, and he feels Yesung’s cock literally jump in his mouth at the touch.
“When I come, Hyukjae,” Yesung says, his voice cracking slightly, and Hyukjae’s cock twitches again and he knows he’s almost there, “when I come, I want you to drink every drop. Take everything like the whore you are.”
Hyukjae nods for the third time, scraping his teeth ever so gently over Yesung, and that slight touch of pain sends Yesung over the edge, as he twists his fingers into Hyukjae’s hair and explodes in his mouth, again and again and again, and Hyukjae tries his best to swallow it all but his mouth can’t quite hold it and a stream dribbles out from the corner of his mouth.
He can’t care about that right now, though, because suddenly Yesung’s index finger is under his nose and Hyukjae sees through bleared eyes that there is a dusting of fine white powder along it, and Hyukjae automatically inhales even as he continues swallowing the thick bitter liquid.
As he breathes in the powder, Yesung growls in that rough sensuous voice of his, “Come for me, Hyukjae”, and Hyukjae climaxes into his hand, throwing his head back as he screams Yesung’s name, the orgasm and the drug hitting him all at the same time and the shockwaves of pleasure are so much Hyukjae almost blacks out.
Then, even as his vision is still black, even before his head has stopped spinning, he is pulled up to his feet, and Yesung kisses him hard, and roughly, sucking at his tongue and lips and licking off the thin trail of his come from the side of Hyukjae’s lips down to his chin.
Yesung shoves him away after that, breathing heavily, and makes no move to help him as he sprawls on the ground, arms and legs quivering from the aftershocks. With unsteady hands, Yesung seals up the ziplock bag of powder he’s holding, and tosses it onto Hyukjae’s supine body before zipping his jeans up and picking up his case.
“We’ll do this again, Hyukjae, soon,” Yesung says, as he walks out of the alley.
Title: Addiction
Pairing: Yesung/Eunhyuk
Author: thundersquall
Rating: R-21
Word Count: 1,717
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, which may be quite fortunate for them.
Summary: Drugs, sex, and dark alleys.
This fic was inspired by the scene in the Neorago MV where Yesung and Eunhyuk look like they're doing some drug deal in the alley which Eunhyuk's happily graffiti-ing.
Written for my hot twin, ch_ar_me, who has been flailing over that scene since the MV came out.
And it may be complete fail, and laughable, so be warned.
The wind is chilly, sharp cold edges whipping past Hyukjae, but he isn’t feeling it. His body is in the midst of a hot flush, he’s breaking out in cold sweat, and he shrugs the leather jacket off his shoulders as his shaky hands rummage around in his battered backpack.
He’s been waiting here, in this dark alley, for over two hours, and there’s still no sign of the man he’s hoping to see.
Hyukjae shakes as the craving rushes over him again, and he curses under his breath, wishing that the person he’s waiting for will turn up soon.
His fingers brush what he’s looking for in his backpack, his PlayStation Portable, and he pulls it out with hands so shaky and slippery with sweat that he almost drops it. He slumps against the wall of the alley and switches it on after a few tries, staring blankly at his game as it begins loading across the screen. He begins tapping at the buttons, his movements jerky and uncontrolled.
As a distraction from his cravings, the game proves woefully inadequate. The next cramp that comes hits his stomach like a baseball bat, and he doubles over with the pain. His PSP slips out of his nerveless fingers and on to the floor with a crack, but Hyukjae is beyond caring, all he knows now is that he needs his fix and he needs it soon or he’s going to die right here, in this filthy wet alley, in the cold and the dark and the damp and all alone -
“Waiting for me, Hyukjae-sshi?” A soft husky voice, smooth and velvety, cuts across the pain.
Hyukjae’s head snaps up and, despite his intense shivering he smiles, and in the gloom he can see the man smile back, even if the smile never touches his eyes, which are cold and hooded.
The man waits as Hyukjae’s body stops racking with the cramp, and Hyukjae finally staggers to his feet, eyes trained on the other.
“Yesung-sshi,” Hyukjae manages to say, clutching his leather jacket tighter around himself.
The man named Yesung inclines his head, his eyes travelling up and down Hyukjae in an almost predatory way. Hyukjae has never known his real name, everyone on the streets calls him Yesung, and so does Hyukjae. It doesn’t bother him that Yesung knows almost everything about him, where he lives, where he studies, the part-time jobs he does to fund his habit. He doesn’t care that he knows next to nothing about Yesung, because the little packets of white powder that Yesung supplies him with are all that Hyukjae needs from him.
“So what’ll it be today, Hyukjae?” Yesung asks, his tone soft, almost gentle.
“The usual,” Hyukjae replies, his breath hitching.
Yesung saunters over, his hands fumbling in a leather case he’s holding, casually invading Hyukjae’s personal space so that Hyukjae’s pressed against the wall with Yesung’s hand planted next to his head. Yesung drops his case on the ground, and Hyukjae’s eyes are immediately drawn, as if hypnotized, to the small ziplock bag of white powder the other man is clutching .
“Is this what you want?” Yesung asks, voice low and sensual.
Hyukjae nods speechlessly, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows hard, his eyes never leaving the little bag as Yesung swings it back and forth in front of him, so it catches the dim light of the streetlamp outside the alley just so.
He grabs for it, but just as quickly Yesung swallows it up in his palm and balls his fist around it.
“This isn’t free, Hyukjae,” he whispers, lips so close to Hyukjae’s ear he can feel his hot breath.
Hyukjae pushes Yesung away from him, freeing up enough space for him to pull his wallet out of his own jeans pocket, and with trembling fingers he extracts a wad of cash and slides it into Yesung’s hand, before looking up at the older man.
Yesung says nothing, merely cocks an eyebrow, and then Hyukjae grabs his arms and twists him around fluidly so that it’s now Yesung against the wall instead. In the space of a heartbeat he’s dropped to his knees, hands working at Yesung’s belt and pulling it off, tugging at the button and the zipper of his jeans.
Yesung chuckles. “You learn fast, Hyukjae-ah.”
Hyukjae doesn’t bother answering; he’s done this often enough over the last several months.
Yesung’s only half hard when Hyukjae takes him into his hand and begins stroking in long, slow motions, moving just enough to get him fully hard, and then he leans forward and flicks his tongue over the head, eliciting a soft growl from Yesung. He moves his tongue to the underside, tracing the thick vein there downwards, and then slides his tongue down the seam of his balls.
He continues teasing Yesung with his tongue, enjoying the soft throaty gasps coming from Yesung, until he feels fingers curl into his hair and jerk his head closer.
“Suck me already, you little whore,” Yesung orders, his eyes glassy with lust and his voice coming out like liquid sex that seems to pierce through Hyukjae right to his cock.
Hyukjae says nothing, just purses his lips and slides Yesung’s cock into his mouth obediently, inch by tantalizing inch, staring up into those dark eyes all the time.
“Fuck,” Yesung swears, as Hyukjae swallows him into the warm hot wetness of his mouth, and Hyukjae can taste the precome leaking out from the engorged head.
He swirls his tongue around Yesung’s cock, lapping up the bitter-salty taste, and then pulls out a little so he can press his tongue right into the slit, and wiggles it ever so slightly.
“Fuck,” Yesung says again, huskily, and Hyukjae feels another drop of precome ooze out into his willing mouth.
Then Hyukjae swallows him completely again, and begins to suck, so hard that his cheeks are hollowed, and then pulls out again, excruciatingly, deliciously slow, keeping the pressure of the suction going all the while, and when he’s at the tip of Yesung’s cock and sucking on the sensitive head, Yesung’s knees buckle slightly and he has to grip Hyukjae’s shoulder hard to keep his balance.
Hyukjae takes Yesung back in again, sucking all the while, and Yesung says, his breath raggedy, “Goddamn it, Hyukjae, but you’re good at this, aren’t you?”
At the sound of that voice, made rougher by undiluted lust, Hyukjae brings his hand down to his own cock and begins palming it through his jeans, stroking himself to hardness.
“That’s right, Hyukjae, touch yourself,” Yesung continues, his voice like molten lava. “Touch yourself while you blow me in this filthy alley like the dirty whore that you are.”
Hyukjae moans around Yesung’s cock, hands frantically pulling his jeans and boxers down and freeing his throbbing hardness, and Yesung shudders at the vibrations.
“Touch yourself while you’re using those pretty lips of yours on me. Lips like yours are made for fucking, you know that? They’re so fucking hot clamped around my cock, they shouldn’t be legal, Hyukjae.”
Hyukjae moans again, furiously pumping away at his erection, and Yesung yanks at his hair to make him suck faster.
“You love this, don’t you, Hyukjae?” Yesung whispers, and that velvety voice works like an aphrodisiac on Hyukjae because his cock twitches in his fist and he sucks on Yesung even harder, cheeks already aching, but he pays it no mind. “You love it, don’t you, you little slut, you love being on your knees pleasing me, you love the way my cock feels, filling up your mouth so full you can’t breathe… don’t you, Hyukjae?”
Hyukjae nods feverishly, his mouth moving up and down over Yesung’s hardness, his tongue lapping at the head, desperate to taste Yesung as his own hand pumps himself in the same furious rhythm.
“I like you like this Hyukjae, so fucking desperate to drink my come you’ll fuck your own hand while sucking me,” Yesung breathes.
Huykjae nods again, as he brings his free hand up to trace slow circles around on Yesung’s balls as he continues sliding his lips smoothly over that delicious cock, and he feels Yesung’s cock literally jump in his mouth at the touch.
“When I come, Hyukjae,” Yesung says, his voice cracking slightly, and Hyukjae’s cock twitches again and he knows he’s almost there, “when I come, I want you to drink every drop. Take everything like the whore you are.”
Hyukjae nods for the third time, scraping his teeth ever so gently over Yesung, and that slight touch of pain sends Yesung over the edge, as he twists his fingers into Hyukjae’s hair and explodes in his mouth, again and again and again, and Hyukjae tries his best to swallow it all but his mouth can’t quite hold it and a stream dribbles out from the corner of his mouth.
He can’t care about that right now, though, because suddenly Yesung’s index finger is under his nose and Hyukjae sees through bleared eyes that there is a dusting of fine white powder along it, and Hyukjae automatically inhales even as he continues swallowing the thick bitter liquid.
As he breathes in the powder, Yesung growls in that rough sensuous voice of his, “Come for me, Hyukjae”, and Hyukjae climaxes into his hand, throwing his head back as he screams Yesung’s name, the orgasm and the drug hitting him all at the same time and the shockwaves of pleasure are so much Hyukjae almost blacks out.
Then, even as his vision is still black, even before his head has stopped spinning, he is pulled up to his feet, and Yesung kisses him hard, and roughly, sucking at his tongue and lips and licking off the thin trail of his come from the side of Hyukjae’s lips down to his chin.
Yesung shoves him away after that, breathing heavily, and makes no move to help him as he sprawls on the ground, arms and legs quivering from the aftershocks. With unsteady hands, Yesung seals up the ziplock bag of powder he’s holding, and tosses it onto Hyukjae’s supine body before zipping his jeans up and picking up his case.
“We’ll do this again, Hyukjae, soon,” Yesung says, as he walks out of the alley.