MERCY (00/??)
Title: MERCY (10 Minutes)
Length: Chaptered.
Pairings: Daehyun/Youngjae
Rating: NC17
Genre: drama, thriller, angst
Summary:
He wasn't supposed to fall in love with the enemy.
Prologue.
Youngjae laughed softly as he moved down his lover's body. He knew every inch of this man; all his secrets, all his weaknesses. That had been the plan - to learn every single weakness this man had. Falling in love, however, was not supposed to be part of the plan. He took the man's cock into his mouth earning a loud groan from the man underneath him.
He looked up and met eyes with Jung Daehyun.
They held eye contact before the older man flipped their positions and took over. He closed his eyes and allowed the older to do as he pleased. Daehyun connected their bodies and moved with so much passion that Youngjae thought maybe, he knew too. The thought didn't scare him like he knew it should have.
Youngjae pulled the man down for a kiss, desperate to just feel his lips against his own. He moaned into the kiss as Daehyun stroked him until he reached his own release. He had to choke back three little words. Three little words that were so utterly dangerous.
It took far too many rounds to tire out the older and by the time he was finished, the younger man's body ached. He didn't mind. He watched as Daehyun slid out of the bed and grabbed his discarded bathrobe from the floor.
“Where are you going?” Youngjae called out as the man started walking away.
He stood still, his back still towards the younger. His shoulders tensed and he spoke. “You have ten minutes to get out before I blow your head off.”
He knew.
The younger man moved off of the bed before walking over. He stood behind Daehyun and wrapped his arms around the man, placing a gentle and lingering kiss against the back of his neck. “Until we meet again.”
They both knew their next meeting would not be so pleasant.
Daehyun silently freed himself from Youngjae's arms and walked towards the bathroom.
Youngjae changed into some clean clothing before heading towards the front door of the man's luxury apartment. He didn't bother packing any of his things; he didn't need them anymore. They were all supposed to be a part of his past now. He heard a loud click as his hand reached out to touch the door knob. He stood frozen and waited.
“Ten minutes is up.”