Alphadog And Omegalomaniac; baekyeol (2/2)

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There are nice days and there are bad days. Some days Chanyeol is restless, struck by a negative, itching energy that sucks all the happiness out of him, leaving only a bundle of rage behind.
Baekhyun tries to be patient and to understand that this is just a phase, a necessary and unsurprising relapse that Chanyeol must go through in order to heal. Mostly, he tries to leave him alone, but lately Chanyeol seems to take everything as a personal offence.

Baekhyun finds solace in his job. He has a new girl, tiny angry thing. She's red, too, and stubborn, and biting. A dog hybrid, probably Pomeranian from the likes of it. He likes working with Krystal because she reminds him of Chanyeol, but with her is different. Her countless, messy attempt of seduction are wasted on a man like Baekhyun, who never lets his feelings get in the way of his job.

If it was Chanyeol, Baekhyun would easily give up, but his boy's thoughts are still too simple, too basic. Not even in his wildest imagination he could imagine Chanyeol sneaking up on him, palming Baekhyun's cock in his hands, whispering dirty things in his ear just to see him flustered. Ok, maybe his wildest imagination could make it up, too bad the real thing is nowhere near this level of slyness.

He grabs the little, pretty hand creeping on his thigh and forcefully bring it away from the front on his pants, before Krystal manages to grab a hold of his junk.

“Soojung,” he says, in a cheerful, light conversational tone, “tell me why are you here again.”

The girl pouts and starts to declaim by memory, “Because my humanity has been compromised and I need further training before I get reintroduced into society.”

“Yes, but why are you here again? You're wasting your sister's money. And I clearly remember myself deeming you worthy of society three times already. The last one being last week.”

Krystal tries to bite his neck, but he easily grabs her head, keeping her at security distance until she gives up. “Oh, come on, Jess is rich enough to take legal action against every single one of my previous owners. I don't think the bill of this little clinic will be too much of a sacrifice to her.”

“Well, then I'll have to make it very expensive,” he threatens, “since she's supposedly able to afford it.”

Krystal only laughs at him.

He will have to speak with Jessica Jung soon. He understands that avenging her little sister's purity is very important for her, but giving the little girl too much importance will only enhance her arrogant attitude. And that is clearly not something Baekhyun is paid to resolve.

“Why are you here, Krystal?” he says, choosing the name the girl has chosen himself to get rid of her past. Tiny arms wrap around his neck as her malicious voice whispers, “Why won't you kiss me, oppa?”

Someone whistles. Baekhyun throws an exasperated look at Sehun, who's chosen this exact moment to arrive at work, fashionably late, fashionably sporting a fashionable hickey.

“Oh, look, your favourite buddy is here! Go play with him!” he chirps, disentangling himself from the passionate hold and sliding on a chair to adjust his tie. Both Sehun and Krystal grimace at the thought, before shouting in chorus “Way too young!”

The intern takes the easy route, reaching Jongin in the security guard's bunk, from where the other hybrid pretends to control the situation and do his homework. Everyone knows he's almost always watching movies on Netflix and ordering fried chicken with the money of the clinic. Sometimes, when things aren't too hectic, he fucks the boss in front of the monitors, or so he brags about when Kyungsoo can't hear him. Personally, Baekhyun highly doubts that a certified sadist like Kyungsoo would let his own pet run wild like that.

At least, he sighs, he stopped fooling around with Sehun like he used to do. Despite what the two rascals may think, they hadn't been too discreet about it. Jongdae would've killed them both, and Kyungsoo would've gladly helped if they had ever found out.

Krystal pouts, “What a pity... I wanted to say hi to Kkamjjong before I left, but I don't want to see Sehun too. What to do?”

“You'll see both of them the next time,” says Baekhyun patiently, as he escorts her to the door. “Don't pretend you don't know I'll see you here again next week, brat.”

She gives him a cocky smile, her tail shaking happily. “Until next week, then.”

She leans to kiss him, but he turns and her lips land on his cheek.

“He must be very pretty,” she murmurs in his ear, a hint of mockery in her voice. “Oh, don't make that dumb face. Everybody knows you got yourself a pet. You have his smell wrapped all around you. That, and Jongdae's mouth is bigger than his ass.”

“Krystal, go.”

“You can't keep him for yourself forever. We want to know him too!”

“Krystal,” he warns, and she finally leaves, running into her sister's arms. Baekhyun waves at Jessica, always perfect, always elegant. She's not a hybrid, she's a normal human, and she's never considered her little sister anything less than that, despite her tail and ears. She loves her the most.
Krystal has been lucky. Not many pets have a sibling who's willing or rich enough to look for them in every shelter of the country and buy them back from their previous owner, even going against their own parents to do it.

“Oh, the pest already left,” Baekhyun jumps in surprise, but it's only Jongdae, who waves at Krystal's car as it slowly drives through the pathway. “Did she asks about me?”

“Nope, only about your brother.”

“Ouch, that hurts.”

They come back inside and Baekhyun checks the schedule for the day. “I have a session with Taemin and maybe Joy will pay a visit too. I hope Jonghyun stays home today, or we’ll never be able to get anything done.”

He’s still mumbling about how Kibum’s inability to keep his clawS for himself ruined the last group therapy chat, when Jongdae interrupts him, a pensive look on his face. “I wonder what face will he make,” he muses, and Baekhyun looks at him with genuine curiosity in his eyes. “Oh, I mean Chanyeol. He asked me so many times, what kind of job do you do, with what kind of pets, the way you train them…”

Baekhyun’s heart starts to beat faster, strumming in his chest and threatening to explode. Jongdae, being Jongdae, immediately ruins the moment. “He probably thinks you’re an evil dominatrix in leather pants and whip.”

He splutters, like a beached fish, his brain in total blackout. Jongdae pats his neck. “Don’t worry, he probably likes it. That kid has an incredible amount of twisted sexual fantasies. You’re a lucky man.”

“J-Jongdae!” he moans, hoping that no one heard the last few words or he’ll be the laughing stock of the clinic for centuries. At least Krystal has already left.

“I just hope it won’t be too disappointing to him when he’ll realise that you’re not here to teach him how to cream himself on cue and make him call you mistress.”

Baekhyun doesn’t know why he feels his cock stir in too tight pants, since he was so damn sure that all the blood in his body had just decided to take permanent residence in his face. He looks at Jongdae, Jongdae looks at him, they look at each other. The corner of Jongdae’s mouth twist upwards, just a little, and Baekhyun has an ominous suspicion, then the laugh trapped behind Jongdae’s closed lips rumbles, and the cat hybrid finally explodes in laughter.

“Were you- Jongdae, you sick fucker!” he hisses, punching his best friend’s shoulder hard enough to bruise, “Don’t lie to me!”

“It was too funny, you should’ve seen your face… I thought you were going to faint on the spot. You were getting hard, didn’t you? You pervert,” jokes Jongdae, and Baekhyun tries not to think of the fact that his body was actually reacting in an embarrassing way.

“What does he tell you?” he blurts out, trying to divert Jongdae’s attention from his flustered state. They’ve stopped at the door, and Baekhyun can already hear Taemin’s stupid laugh, and Jongin’s too if he pays attention, the boy is skipping on his security guard duties, again. He should get in and scold him, but he’s reluctant to leave Jongdae, especially now that he’s going to extort information on Chanyeol from him.

“Well, a lot of things. He wonders about you a lot, but you won’t hear anything from me. I won’t tattle on a fellow hybrid, especially to a pervert like you.”

“A fellow- Jongdae, let me remind you that you called Chanyeol a disgusting thing this morning, during breakfast!”

Jongdae just smirks. “There are things that I promised not to say, Baekhyun. He’s very confused, and it’s normal. He thinks this place is like his first training centre, back at the SM Building,” Jongdae’s eyes darken as he remembers the place where they found Jongin, three years ago, but it’s a fleeting moment, before they’re shining again, “like a clean, bright lager where you teach bad pets how to behave. Think how mindfucked he will be when he’ll come here for the first time, only to realise that you’re basically a kindergarten teacher. He’ll probably have a stroke.”

“Thank you Jongdae… That’s,” he struggles to find the right word, “encouraging,” he says.

There are so many things he wants to ask, doubts that now only Jongdae can solve, but suddenly the cat hybrid stops. He sniffs the air, his ear twitching, like he’s sensing something. Knowing him, it’s probably something Sehun related. “Well, good luck pal, gotta go,” he waves and, before Baekhyun can answers, he’s gone.

Baekhyun breathes out, heavily, taking his time. Finally, he opens the door and steps inside, ready to do his job. It doesn’t matter that said job mainly consists in babysitting a bunch of hybrid puppies and teaching them how to deal with their instincts. Baekhyun is happy with this, even with little Joy hanging from his arm and that rascal Jimin chasing his own tail and Zelo moping in a corner because he’s the new kid and he can’t talk yet. Yet is the right word, Baekhyun thinks, entering the room and greeting everyone, his hand lingering a moment longer on Zelo’s blonde locks and soft kitty ears. Today he’ll make Junhong talk, he thinks proudly, because that’s what he does for a living and he’s so proud of it. He can’t wait to show this place to Chanyeol.

He feels the change of atmosphere, the zap of electricity in the air, as soon as he steps in the house. Everything is heavy, buzzing lowly around him. His own heart feels it and misses a beat, trying to adjust to the new, syncopated rhythm.

The flat is wrapped in darkness and silence, time dictated only by the ticking of the clock and the low rumble of running appliances. Chanyeol is nowhere to be found, but Baekhyun has a feeling and his feet catch up on that, leading him to the bedroom. There, under a lump of torn sheets, feathers - the remnants of his pillow are scattered all over the floor - and even glass shards, sharp and brightly reflecting the light, lies Chanyeol. He growls when he sees Baekhyun, just like a dog, just like the shadow of a boy trapped into an animal rage that Baekhyun has met less than a month ago. This time too, just like then, he's naked.

Baekhyun enters the room with prudence, avoiding to step on glass with his socked feet. Chanyeol looks even more threatening now, with nothing to separate them. Only the first day, at the clinic ,he had been this menacing and aggressive, but that time there also had been a glass wall between them. Now there’s only a tired boy just come back from work to find a devastated room and a two metres tall dog hybrid with lips curled to unveil pointy teeth, and Baekhyun is starting to doubt the wisdom of this decision. Maybe he should’ve trained Chanyeol before taking him home. Maybe he should’ve kept him away from his personal life. Maybe he should’ve kept more attention to the little details, and maybe now he would’ve known the reasons of Chanyeol’s behaviour. He thinks and thinks, but he doesn’t understand.

“Are you angry with me?” he tries, desperate, because he can’t believe he’ll have to try and overpower Chanyeol by himself. Chanyeol growls, again. “Why?” he asks, as Chanyeol’s legs flex, his whole body arching to take a jump on Baekhyun, who only has the good sense to protect his head with his hands as the hybrid’s whole weight lands on him.

The impact takes his breath away, but Chanyeol’s fangs near his cheek are more worrisome than the lack of air. He expects the other boy to bite him, scratch, go for the throat or some other vital point, driven by true instincts. Chanyeol punches him, instead. The blow lands on his cheek and makes Baekhyun face crash against the ground. He swallows blood and pain, but mostly stupor. A punch is a human reaction, not an animal one.

He whimpers, more from the surprise than from the pain, and Chanyeol raises his hand to punch him some more. He reacts, faster than he’s ever had. He doesn’t want to hurt Chanyeol, but he has no intention to be toyed with by an overgrown puppy. He headbutts Chanyeol’s stomach, and ignores the cry of agony to kick him away. He underestimated Chanyeol, because the other boy doesn’t roll away, despite the pain. He latches himself onto Baekhyun’s body, and this time he tries to bite him.

Baekhyun struggles to keep him away and they end up rolling on the floor like brawling kids, except no teacher is around, no one is coming to separate them. For all his body size, Chanyeol hits like a girl, but even though Baekhyun is usually for more non-violent ways, he can’t let his guard down if he wants to get out of this madness unscathed. He tackles him with the help of what he can remember if old hapkido classes back in elementary school.

When they stop, Baekhyun on top of Chanyeol, the other boy panting harshly, the room looks even more of a wreck. A purple bruise is starting to blossom on Chanyeol’s cheekbone, and Baekhyun feels the piercing cold of glass biting the skin of his elbow. The flesh pulses around the pointy edges, and he mindlessly thinks he must clean the wound as soon as possible.

Chanyeol growls again, and Baekhyun fights the urge to punch him as well. He probably deserves it, for throwing this fit. But Chanyeol didn’t bite him, in the beginning, when he was the angriest. He behaved like a normal furious boy, and the trainer in Baekhyun must give him credit for it. It's an improvement, after all.

“Why?” he just asks, swallowing around his own words in a rushed attempt to regain his breath. “What did I do to you this time? You must tell me Chanyeol because I’m sick tired of your games.”

“Games?” whispers Chanyeol from under him. “Games?” he shouts this time, and his whole body tenses and pushes, trapping Baekhyun against the floor, again, his legs bent painfully under him. “Do you think this is a game, Baekhyun?” he shouts, and for the first time he doesn’t say master, he calls Baekhyun with his name without having to be prompted or reminded about it. “Do you think I’m having fun?

He trembles, and Baekhyun trembles too, under him. “You brought me here, you know? I could’ve been somewhere else, with people who didn’t ask this much from me. No need to remember how to speak, how to dress, how to explain myself. Just nice, continuous fucking. Who cares if I’m a dog, right? But no,” he snarls, “you had to come and snatch me away and teach,” he spits out the word like it’s poisonous, “me all this complicated things about feelings and equality, and then you go and leave me alone. All day. Waiting for you here, just like a dog, while you go around rutting against every single nasty creature you meet.”

“Is this,” begins Baekhyun tentatively, “is this about Jongdae? Or Krystal?” he adds, hit by a sudden enlightenment. Oh, she rubbed herself all over him, and Chanyeol must smell it, the same way she was able to smell him on the crevices of Baekhyun’s skin.

Chanyeol howls at the names. “I don’t care, I just. You’re so fucking unfair, master, you say you don’t want to treat me like a pet, but then you treat me like one. I thought you cared for me, not for a pet but for me. I thought…” he bites his lower lip, his hold on Baekhyun has weakened to the point that it’s be extremely able to regain control now. Chanyeol is predictable, even his rage comes and goes, like a tidal wave that brings fury to the doors of the town, threatening to tear down the walls, only to cower back in fear just before it hits the first house. Even now his fury inflates, bringing him to the bursting point, and then in a moment everything falls back, and Chanyeol looks like he’s going to cry. Baekhyun knows he should be saying something, comforting him, but he doesn’t even know where to start or what to do, just that a flooding river of repressed words is hitting him, and he didn’t even suspect Chanyeol was able of thoughts this strong.

“I thought I was special,” finishes Chanyeol, is voice empty. “I thought we had something, but you have smells wrapped all over you and I don’t understand, I don’t…” His voice breaks, and he rolls away from Baekhyun, whimpering. Baekhyun follows suit, wrapping his arms around him and trying to stop him from hiding under the bed. He wouldn’t fit down there anyway.

“What am I,” he begs for an answer, and he sounds so broken. “Am I just another special case? A house-trained dog? You’re so strange master, I don’t understand.”

“Chanyeol. Chanyeol, look at me. You’re mine,” he says, and Chanyeol sharply inhales at the words. Baekhyun’s fingers pull his chin upwards, until their eyes meet. “The kids at the centre... They're my job, I spend my entire day with them, and that is not going to change. But this is my house, this,” he says, pointing to somewhere and nowhere around them, “is my room, my bed… My life. And they’re not allowed in it. You are. I chose you, I personally brought you here, in my room, I let you sleep in my bed since the first day, when you still threatened to bite my junk if I ever dared to look in your direction. I’ve given you everything I could give you. I’ve never brought a pet home before you, Chanyeol.”

“What about-”

“Jongdae is my brother,” he says. “His mother was my house cat, and mom’s best friend. My mom and his mom raised the both of us together, as brothers. Jongdae is not like you, or the other kids at the centre. He has a degree and a job and a complicated life, but he’s not a pet, nor he is someone with whom I hope to spend the rest of my days.”

Chanyeol’s head comes to rest on Baekhyun’s lap, and he nuzzles the soft thigh with his nose. Baekhyun recognises the gestures Chanyeol expresses unconsciously when he wants to do something but he’s too self-conscious. The tip of his human ears are scarlet. Baekhyun wants to kiss him, but he’s afraid he’s already embarrassed Chanyeol enough with the whole the rest of my days thing.

In the end Chanyeol speaks against Baekhyun’s leg, the sound muffled by the fabric of his pants.
“And what about the girl? You smell like a bitch... Oh, come on, I meant that as female dog!” he protests, at Baekhyun’s disapproving frown.

“Oh, Chanyeol, you silly boy. Nothing happened with Krystal. She kissed me,” he confesses, massaging the small of Chanyeol’s back to help him relax. “On the cheek,” he adds, as his fingers skim over the knots under Chanyeol’s scapulae.

“You liar,” the boy mutters, but he’s calmer now.

“Am not,” kindly replies Baekhyun. “It wasn't a big deal. She probably wanted to catch your attention, since I’ve never brought you at my workplace. She was curious and she wanted to send you a message.”

“Saying what?” asks Chanyeol, curiosity winning over resentment.

“She's jealous, because I'm yours. Don't mind her.”

“That's right,” sniffs Chanyeol. “Tell her to stay away from my human.”

They lie in silence on the ruined floor, on a bed of feathers, glass and wrinkled clothes, until Baekhyun breaks the silence.

“Chanyeol,” he starts, carding his fingers through soft hair and scratching the ears, human and dog, with clean nails. “Do you want to come with me tomorrow? At work, I mean.”

He gets up, like a hopeful puppy. Then his face falls and he comes back to lying on Baekhyun’s lap. “No,” he answers, “thank you,” he adds as an afterthought.

“Why not?”

“Why would I come?” he retorts.

“Jongdae told me you're curious, and I don't want you to get jealous over nothing.”

Chanyeol swears softly under his breath. “Damn traitor... That's why you should never trust fucking cats.”

“Yes, but I thought you wanted to come. Why not?”

He's genuinely curious, but Chanyeol just shakes his head, his stupid ears flat and lowered, his best kicked puppy expression on.

“Ok, I get it. Big secret. Shall we go to bed now?”

Chanyeol hesitates, “Uhm, master?”

“It's Baekhyun for you.”

“Baekhyun? I'm horny.”

Chanyeol gets on his knees, towering over Baekhyun. His cock brushes against Baekhyun's crotch and he lets out a needy moan. Baekhyun shifts, feeling the glass fragments crack under him.

“Wait, Chanyeol...” he asks, his breathing already irregular as Chanyeol's form covers his smaller body. “It's dangerous, you big dummy, let's get on the bed at least...”

“I’m sorry…” mumbles Chanyeol, and he seems almost guilty.

“What?”

The hybrid leans down to murmur directly in Baekhyun's ear, his deep, rough voice running under Baekhyun's clothes and drawing shivers on the bumps of his spine. “I tore up the mattress with a kitchen knife,” he confesses, sounding faintly amused, almost proud of his shenanigans. “You make me very angry, sometimes. And lonely,” he adds, punctuating the words with nips on Baekhyun’s neck, where the skin is a bit tanned by the spring sun, “and needy.” Baekhyun's eyes flutter close, in pleasure and slight annoyance. He could come just like this, from Chanyeol's low timber, from the sweet promises hidden in his words. Even when the other boy is idly telling him how he carefully destroyed his possessions. There'll be time to scold him about that tomorrow.

“You're impossible, I swear. My silly Chanyeol.”

Chanyeol's pleased rumble is red velvet on Baekhyun's ears. Wrapping his arms around him, he wordlessly demands to be carried into the living room, and Chanyeol complies, only stopping to snatch the flimsy rests of Baekhyun's favourite pink comforter from the floor. He holds Baekhyun against his chest with his right arm as he does it, makes him feel so tiny and weightless as his lithe body crashes onto the couch, Chanyeol’s following suit.

They sink in soft cushions, and it’s clear what Chanyeol wants, his hands going straight to Baekhyun’s belt. He unbuckles the garment with hands that tremble from excitement, and he’s so eager, so hungry for the shape on his hands on Baekhyun’s slender hips, for his tongue on his bellybutton.

“Chanyeol-ah,” pants Baekhyun, as control slips away from his fingers like coloured smoke. He waits for Chanyeol to touch him, growing restless when the desired touch doesn't come, Chanyeol's fingers hovering over his heated flesh. Is he doing it on purpose, pretending to be shy when maybe he just wants Baekhyun, his master, to beg? Baekhyun is not that opposed to do it, if it gets Chanyeol to finally touch him. “Chanyeol-ah,” the words slip from his mouth so easily, clear and limpid like dewdrops in the morning, “please, stop teasing.”

And maybe Baekhyun only imagines the flash of darkness in Chanyeol's eyes, so human, so greedy, so deep and complicated and so scary and beautiful at the same time. It's becoming more difficult to read Chanyeol's mind. When they started, it was easy, Chanyeol was driven by his utmost instincts and nothing else, only basics, elementary needs. So easy to decipher and understand for Baekhyun's trainer eyes, so linear and simple. Now the line that used to separate the pet and Chanyeol, that line that in the beginning was more like a wall, has been crossed so many times it's become blurry.

Chanyeol still behaves like a dog, sometimes, trapped in too simple thoughts and overwhelming emotions. But there's something more to him. It's in moment like these, when he snatches that control that was taken away from him in years of training, when he takes Baekhyun's hands and pin them to the armchair before, finally, finally starting to stroke his cock, that Baekhyun can hope to catch a glimpse of the person Chanyeol has been, Chanyeol would've been. That Chanyeol still has a chance to become again, now, with Baekhyun, only with him. And Baekhyun wants Chanyeol to be himself, wants to be the first one to find the treasure buried under the sand.

Finders are keepers, he thinks, as he scrolls his head to get rid of the little, stubborn drops of sweat parched on his brow. Chanyeol's cock slides against Baekhyun's, and he only has to relax and lean down while he's been taken care of.

Chanyeol takes both of them in his hand, his grip too slick with sweat and precome to provide the friction they both need.

They start fast, rocking against each other until Chanyeol can't keep his head straight anymore and he leans forward, his forehead touching Baekhyun's. He's so close that strands of moist red hair get in Baekhyun's eyes, close enough that Baekhyun can count his lashes and crave for his breath.

Their eyes lock before pleasure take over, and Baekhyun is overwhelmed by Chanyeol's intensity. If not now, when? he thinks. His eyes shutter close when the world starts to shake, and he cranes his neck upwards until his lips are moulding against Chanyeol's. It's their first, and it's so brief and light when everything else between them is always raw and desperate. It's over before it's even started, and Chanyeol’s reaction is late. Baekhyun whines when the hand that was jerking him off stops, because Chanyeol is too astounded to go on anymore, his own pleasure overshadowed by a simple kiss. Our first kiss, thinks Baekhyun, and the thought falls from his mind right into his chest, squeezing his heart.

“What was that?” rasps Chanyeol, his gaze still glued to Baekhyun's quivering lips, still tingling from the feeling of their previous contact.

“Nothing,” answers Baekhyun, “please keep moving.” He accentuates his plea with a roll of his hip that has Chanyeol’s cock twitching against his own. The other boy stubbornly keeps still.

“But it wasn't. It wasn't nothing. You said it. A kiss is not for me. A kiss is important.”

“This is important, though. This is what that kiss was for. I kept it for you, all this time,” he says, exasperated. He feels Chanyeol’s eyes on his lips, heavy and unwavering.

“And what about second kisses? Are those for me too? Are those important too? Am I allowed to waste our second kiss?” asks Chanyeol, and this time Baekhyun can’t miss the fact that he’s definitely being teased. He bites his lower lip in disdain and tries to turn his head, but Chanyeol is faster. He bites his way to part Baekhyun’s lips, resuming his furious pace on their erections just to be able to exploit Baekhyun’s surprised hiccup and plunge his tongue inside. He takes his time to explore Baekhyun’s mouth, tightening his hold on Baekhyun’s hands when they start to quiver with the need of be free to roam on heated skin.

When he finally lets go, Baekhyun is more than wrecked. He gasps for air, his head spinning. The pressure on his belly is slowly becoming unbearable.

“How about our third kiss?” jokes Chanyeol. “Can I have that too? Can I take our fourth, and fifth, and…”

Baekhyun tries to kiss him, more to shut him up. Who would’ve imagined that Chanyeol could be this maddening when properly prompted. He leans upwards, mouth open and ready to be ravished, but a full body shudder makes him lose his focus and his lips land only at the corner of Chanyeol’s mouth. Chanyeol holds him, holds them both, as Baekhyun closes his eyes and come, on their bellies, and Chanyeol keeps stroking, helping him to ride the wave of pleasure until it starts to hurt. Then, and only then, he comes all over Baekhyun’s face.

Baekhyun squints, trying to exclude both the warm morning light and a full volume hysteric fit, courtesy of Jongdae. He mumbles something unintelligible when a shiver runs down his back. The flimsy pink comforter, or what remains of it after Chanyeol’s fury rampage with the kitchen knives and Jongdae’s sewing scissors, is not nearly enough to shield him from the coldness of the living room, so he scoots closer to Chanyeol, who’s always warm. He’s enveloped in a tight hug, and even in the sleep induced haze he can recognise the sound of Chanyeol’s tail flapping in happiness. He smiles to himself and finally comes back to sleep.

Only to be woken up by a pillow landing right on his nose.

“Don’t you dare sleep on me, Byun Baekhyun! Not after what you did last night! The couch, Baekhyun, the couch! The one where I like to nap all the afternoon, the one we use to sit on when we watch movies. Our couch, Baek, my couch! DEFILED! RAPED! DESECRATED!”

Every word is outlined by a pillow blow, and Baekhyun is finally weighing down the option to get up and killing Jongdae, supreme king of the house or not, when Chanyeol opens a single eye, smiles at Jongdae and exclaims, happily, “Jongdae-yah, good morning.”

Jongdae turns towards Baekhyun.

“Ok, what did you do to him?”

Baekhyun shrugs and tries to get up, but he’s pulled down and held even tighter. “You’re not going anywhere,” says Chanyeol’s amused voice against his messy morning hair.

“But, the bed… The mattress…”

There was an attempt, thinks Baekhyun, as Chanyeol’s morning wood, hot and insistent and cosily nestled between Baekhyun’s ass cheek like it’s always been its place, steals all his attention.

“Well, don’t mind the fact that I AM STILL HERE,” screams Jongdae, who’s never been good at being ignored. Unfortunately, Baekhyun and Chanyeol are too lost on their own world to care, and the cat leaves the apartment with a frustrated door slam. Before the sound fades, they’ve already forgotten about him.

“You’re insatiable,” complains Baekhyun, as Chanyeol starts thrusting lazily against him, but he still adjusts to a more comfortable position.

“I’m hard to please,” corrects him Chanyeol, leaning down to steal a quick kiss. Baekhyun wonders if Chanyeol was craving for a kiss all along, to be this hungry for his lips.

“And what would be the difference?” he manages to ask, despite Chanyeol’s fingers skimming over his nipples.

“Semantics,” answers Chanyeol with a smirk, and after a moment of déjà vu, when he realises that Chanyeol has just quoted him back his own word, Baekhyun is really, really tempted to grab that big dick and just pull hard enough to make him cry.

“Oh, so you’re actually a smartass deep down. Congratulations, Chanyeol.”

“I try my best,” grins Chanyeol, and if Baekhyun hadn’t see it with his own eyes he really wouldn’t say that this young, devastatingly handsome, devastatingly sassy young man was chasing his own tail and barking at every passing car only three weeks ago.

“Don’t think I have forgotten your little trick from yesterday,” he threatens, pushing Chanyeol on his back and riding on top of him. “What was that for?” he presses his hand on Chanyeol’s chest and demands an answer. He’s not like he’s already forgiven Chanyeol from coming all over his face. because that was rude. The rudest.

“A message. For the kids you work with, for your stupid cat, for everyone else,” proudly declares Chanyeol, and Baekhyun scoffs, almost can’t believe that Chanyeol actually tried to mark his territory, actually thought Baekhyun was his territory.

“What message?” he asks, even if he doesn’t really need to know the answer. It’s carved on his skin in form of hickeys and bites, mixed with his scent, engrained in his whole being.

They still have a long way to go, he and Chanyeol, before they can really say they belong to each other, but Baekhyun has been waiting for this moment since the first time he laid his eyes on a rough, roaring, violent puppy and fell in love at first sight with the bright young man hidden under the snarls. He’s waited so much, looked so hard, and now he finally found him. He found Chanyeol.

He’s asked what message, Chanyeol answers, “You’re mine.”



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A/N: 15K, MOST OF IT IS SMUT, AND THEY DON'T EVEN GO BEYOND A BLOWJOB??? I FAIL SO MUCH. also, i know it's rushed, the second part is too fast and that i could've definitely done better. i'm well aware of what i'm lacking, sigh.
-if you follow me on twitter you probably know that i entered on a writing hiatus a few days ago, and this is the only thing i've written since then so i want to thank the lovely birthday girl for helping me to get out of my writer's block.
-this said, happy birthday again lovely girl owmichi, i'm extremely sorry because i wanted to post this on the exact day of your birthday, but i was too late. it doesn't come as a surprise, since i already warned you i'm not exactly a puntual writer, but at least it's here. i really, really hope you like it. i did my best, and even though i have a lot of regrets (especially not being able to write a buttfuck smut, sigh sigh, my greatest loss), if you like it then i can be happy about this fic.
- this fic belongs with the tokyo bunch of wips of hell aka the fics i started to write last november during my tokyo internship. i recovered it from my drafts folder and tried to readapt it. i'm usually wary of writing pet/hybrid aus, for many reasons. i tried to keep this as natural and simple as i could because themes like slavery and hybrids being traded like things are very... delicate for me. i still don't know if i can be fully satisfied with the way i dealt with this difficult au.
- it's also completely unbetaed and probably full of typos and mistakes.
- there will be a sequel? YES. i'll probably write some baekyeol pwp smut one shot from this au, and i've already promised a kaisoo and a sechen sequel to my lovely girl januarys-lovers, who is a beautiful cutie and whom i want to thank, because she stayed with me and held my hand through this, reading the fic and commenting and helpingme with the plot and basically doing 96% of the job. thank you cc, ilu.
- the title is not mine, but comes from a Fall Out Boy song
- a big shoutout to all the people who encouraged me on twitter and tumblr and even on line, ty babes
- i love you all, and if you want to chat or prompt me something you can find me on twitter or tumblr.