Super Junior {Siwon/Sungmin ; torture chamber}
Title: torture chamber
Fandom: Super Junior (AU, !gang)
Pairing: Siwon/Sungmin
Word count: 1,788
Rating: NC-17
Summary: No one can see inside the interrogation room and the guy that they've got tied to the chair is gorgeous, one of the finest specimens of man Sungmin has ever laid eyes on, even with the blood drying by the side of his mouth and one eye kind of swollen.
A/N: I was talking to kayevelyn and whining that I wanted to write something, and I quote, "I want to just drabble something", and she said Shimin chair sex torture/interrogation, and it stopped being a drabble and just became really filthy. Written at midnight and unedited; I apologise ahead of time.
torture chamber
They really didn't think it through, letting Sungmin do the interrogation. Sungmin never usually does the interrogation, it's not his sort of thing, but the usual suspects were missing or busy and so Kangin asked Sungmin to step in and work his magic. Sungmin had laughed and Kangin had sighed and asked him to please, please, leave his usual techniques out of the interrogation.
Except no one can see inside the interrogation room and the guy that they've got tied to the chair is gorgeous, one of the finest specimens of man Sungmin has ever laid eyes on, even with the blood drying by the side of his mouth and one eye kind of swollen. Kangin's brought him in but this guy doesn't look like he'd be easy to take down. He's one of Heechul's guys, has been hanging around for the past couple of weeks until Kangin got bored and brought him in for questioning. They need to know how much he knows, and if they can pick something up from him, even better.
He's got all the usual torture methods. It might not be his usual thing, but he's good enough at it. He looks harmless enough to be able to get away with really dirty, underhand stuff. He closes the door after him and double locks it before he turns back to the guy tied to the chair with a wide grin.
"Do you have a name?" he asks. There's a long pause. "I'm Sungmin. I like my name, it's cute."
The man is silent; that's okay, Sungmin has ways of getting him to talk. Should he go for the fingernails or the teeth first? It's a tough decision to make. He takes off his jacket and rolls his sleeves up, and regrets that he wore a white shirt today. No one told him he'd be getting bloody and blood can really stain.
He picks up a knife to start with, deciding to start with the easy stuff. He bends a little in front of the -- as yet -- nameless guy and trails the edge of the knife down his cheek. "What's your name?" he asks. There's no answer. He lets the knife tip up and with a flick of his fingers opens a cut on the guy's face. He hisses in pain, but still doesn't answer. "Come on," soothes Sungmin, pressing his thumb to the cut so that it's even more painful. "Just your name."
"Siwon," whispers the guy. Sungmin beams, though he's snickering on the inside. Sure, it's just his name, but it's also the start of Siwon answering all of Sungmin's questions: answering one will inevitably lead into answering more. The first answer was the breakthrough.
"We know each other's names now," says Sungmin. "That's a start, isn't it, Siwon-shi?" The knife is pressed to Siwon's throat. "I always think that knowing each other's name goes a long way to being friends, and friends tell each other things. Are you going to tell me things?"
Siwon remains silent. It's only been five minutes but Sungmin is already bored. He has things to see, people to do today, he can't hang around here waiting for some guy to spill his guts. Screw the thumbscrews, he's going for just plain screwing. Also, this guy is hot. Sungmin likes good looking things.
The knife comes in handy when it comes to cutting the guy's shirt open. He cuts each button off, one by one, with a clean swipe of a sharp edge. Siwon looks confused but doesn't say anything; no doubt he thinks this is just a torture technique. Sungmin lets his eyes wander over defined muscles, tanned skin, a beautiful beautiful body. Sungmin could maybe spread him out on the floor and drip hot wax on his skin. Instead, he slips onto Siwon's lap.
Siwon's eyes go wide. He shifts, rocks the chair backwards, but Sungmin grabs the back and holds it still. "Siwon-shi," he says pleasantly. "Why have you been hanging around our headquarters recently?"
Siwon turns his head away and looks at the door. Sungmin drags the knife across his chest and along his stomach, face buried in Siwon's neck, and opens a couple more wounds on his way, hearing Siwon's breath catch. He lets his tongue taste Siwon's skin and Siwon jumps. When Sungmin pulls away, there's tension in the air; Siwon's expression is pained and studious. Sungmin works a hand between their bodies and brushes against Siwon's erection. He smiles; Siwon bites his lip.
Sungmin rubs his hand against Siwon's crotch. "Siwon-shi?" he croons, lightly brushing back and forth. "Siwon-shi, do you want to answer my question?"
Siwon shakes his head firmly. Sungmin presses down a little harder. "Are you sure?" A nod this time. "That's a shame." Sungmin continues to rub as he reaches over to the table and lays his knife down. Then he loosens his tie. Siwon flicks his gaze to his throat. Sungmin takes his tie off and holds it over Siwon's eyes. "Yes, I think so," and he ties it quickly. Then he runs his hands over Siwon's shoulders, chest, stomach, until he's fiddling with the buttons of Siwon's pants.
Siwon probably never expected anything like this when he was brought in. Sungmin slips off his lap and kneels in front of him. He puts his hands to Siwon's knees and finds that Siwon's legs open easily; he laughs softly at that and Siwon clears his throat, uncomfortable. "What are you--"
"There are more than one methods of torture," Sungmin says. He puffs his breath just above Siwon's waistline. "Are you sure you don't want to tell me?" At Siwon's silence, Sungmin pulls down his zipper and works one hand inside his boxers. Siwon, probably unconsciously, lifts his hips up to help him. It means that Sungmin can easily pull his pants and boxers down so that his cock springs free, more than half hard.
Sungmin flicks his tongue against the end, just enough to feel, and Siwon jerks in the chair. Blindfolded, he's sensitive to every touch. It's why Sungmin teases him with quick lips and just a hint of tongue, sucking at his inner thigh. He teases him until Siwon's cock is hard and hot in his hand and Siwon is moaning in frustration. "Siwon-shi?" Sungmin says, hand around his shaft. "Why were you hanging around our headquarters?"
Siwon still doesn't answer, his breathing heavy and loud in the enclosed space. The room is hot now, and Sungmin is turned on too, never mind Siwon. Still, he's got a job to do, and when Siwon gives him no answer, Sungmin climbs to his feet. "Fine," he says. "I guess we can try something else."
He takes off his shirt, sweat making it cling to him. Siwon, still blinded, suddenly realises that Sungmin isn't going to finish what he's been doing. He jerks in the chair a couple of more times, before Sungmin tangles his fingers in his hair. "Please," moans Siwon, "please, I--"
"Tell me," says Sungmin. Siwon has cracked now, but he needs helping along just a little bit more. He removes the tie from Siwon's eyes, and then falls to his knees again and kisses a thigh.
"Heechul told me too," says Siwon suddenly and loudly and desperately, and Sungmin rewards him by wrapping his lips around the head of his cock and then working his way down until his lips touch Siwon's groin. Siwon is gasping as Sungmin pulls back and licks against the slit at the end. Then Sungmin wraps his fingers once more around his shaft.
"Why did Heechul tell you to?" he asks, as Siwon curses.
"Because--" He chokes it back, which Sungmin can only partially understand. He's not so loyal to Kangin that he would forgo a really good blowjob. He blows against the head of Siwon's cock and then peers around his body; his wrists are bloody from where he's rubbed them against the rope trying to escape. Someone who does that isn't going to last that much longer. Sungmin begins to suck him off in earnest, teeth scraping slightly, Siwon's hips thrusting as best as they can. It's unusual for Sungmin, but he starts to think about what it would be like if Siwon could use his hands, could pull at Sungmin's hair as he fucked Sungmin's mouth. The thought makes Sungmin's cock pulse, and he pulls his thoughts from that to the matter at hand. If needs be, he can jerk off later. Now he has a job to do.
"Siwon-shi?" he says coyly, pulling away with pre-come smeared across his lips and his hair sticking to his forehead. Siwon looks down at him and then back at the ceiling, mouthing something. His throat looks delicious. "Siwon-shi, why did Heechul make you hang around here?"
"Please--"
"I have a name."
"Sungmin-shi, please, just--"
"Answer my question, Siwon-shi. Or else I'll stand up right now and leave you like this, gasping for release, and I'll let someone else come in and start with the real painful stuff."
"He--"
"Yes?" Sungmin laps at the pre-come, and then takes him in his mouth again. Siwon breaks.
"He wanted me to get to you. He wants you to join us and he thought that I could convince you."
Sungmin, partly because Siwon answered his question and partly because he's shocked, uncurls his fingers from the shaft of Siwon's cock, and Siwon comes hard and frantic into his mouth, movements erratic. Sungmin soothes him through and then swallows neatly before he stands up. His legs are shaky. He's so fucking hard. Siwon's eyes are closed.
"He wants me?"
Siwon cracks open one eye, looking like he's just had the best sex in his life -- which, no doubt, he has -- and nods. "He wants you to join us. He thinks he can put your, um, talents, to better use."
The thing is, Sungmin doesn't even really have to consider it. Things haven't been going well with Kangin for a while now, and Heechul has always intrigued him. He manages to gain almost 100% loyalty from his followers, and Sungmin wants to know how he does it. Besides, it's not like it'll be a new thing for Kangin. Hankyung was stolen to Heechul's side a year back. Kangin stole Ryeowook in return. Heechul got a hitman and a lover; Kangin got a cook. Sungmin likes being on the winning side, and he's not sure Kangin is winning any longer. He looks back at Siwon and feels lust run through him. It might be worth defecting just for Siwon.
"If I join," he says, "what do I get in return?"
Siwon smiles. "Untie me," he says, in a low voice. "And I'll show you."
Fandom: Super Junior (AU, !gang)
Pairing: Siwon/Sungmin
Word count: 1,788
Rating: NC-17
Summary: No one can see inside the interrogation room and the guy that they've got tied to the chair is gorgeous, one of the finest specimens of man Sungmin has ever laid eyes on, even with the blood drying by the side of his mouth and one eye kind of swollen.
A/N: I was talking to kayevelyn and whining that I wanted to write something, and I quote, "I want to just drabble something", and she said Shimin chair sex torture/interrogation, and it stopped being a drabble and just became really filthy. Written at midnight and unedited; I apologise ahead of time.
torture chamber
They really didn't think it through, letting Sungmin do the interrogation. Sungmin never usually does the interrogation, it's not his sort of thing, but the usual suspects were missing or busy and so Kangin asked Sungmin to step in and work his magic. Sungmin had laughed and Kangin had sighed and asked him to please, please, leave his usual techniques out of the interrogation.
Except no one can see inside the interrogation room and the guy that they've got tied to the chair is gorgeous, one of the finest specimens of man Sungmin has ever laid eyes on, even with the blood drying by the side of his mouth and one eye kind of swollen. Kangin's brought him in but this guy doesn't look like he'd be easy to take down. He's one of Heechul's guys, has been hanging around for the past couple of weeks until Kangin got bored and brought him in for questioning. They need to know how much he knows, and if they can pick something up from him, even better.
He's got all the usual torture methods. It might not be his usual thing, but he's good enough at it. He looks harmless enough to be able to get away with really dirty, underhand stuff. He closes the door after him and double locks it before he turns back to the guy tied to the chair with a wide grin.
"Do you have a name?" he asks. There's a long pause. "I'm Sungmin. I like my name, it's cute."
The man is silent; that's okay, Sungmin has ways of getting him to talk. Should he go for the fingernails or the teeth first? It's a tough decision to make. He takes off his jacket and rolls his sleeves up, and regrets that he wore a white shirt today. No one told him he'd be getting bloody and blood can really stain.
He picks up a knife to start with, deciding to start with the easy stuff. He bends a little in front of the -- as yet -- nameless guy and trails the edge of the knife down his cheek. "What's your name?" he asks. There's no answer. He lets the knife tip up and with a flick of his fingers opens a cut on the guy's face. He hisses in pain, but still doesn't answer. "Come on," soothes Sungmin, pressing his thumb to the cut so that it's even more painful. "Just your name."
"Siwon," whispers the guy. Sungmin beams, though he's snickering on the inside. Sure, it's just his name, but it's also the start of Siwon answering all of Sungmin's questions: answering one will inevitably lead into answering more. The first answer was the breakthrough.
"We know each other's names now," says Sungmin. "That's a start, isn't it, Siwon-shi?" The knife is pressed to Siwon's throat. "I always think that knowing each other's name goes a long way to being friends, and friends tell each other things. Are you going to tell me things?"
Siwon remains silent. It's only been five minutes but Sungmin is already bored. He has things to see, people to do today, he can't hang around here waiting for some guy to spill his guts. Screw the thumbscrews, he's going for just plain screwing. Also, this guy is hot. Sungmin likes good looking things.
The knife comes in handy when it comes to cutting the guy's shirt open. He cuts each button off, one by one, with a clean swipe of a sharp edge. Siwon looks confused but doesn't say anything; no doubt he thinks this is just a torture technique. Sungmin lets his eyes wander over defined muscles, tanned skin, a beautiful beautiful body. Sungmin could maybe spread him out on the floor and drip hot wax on his skin. Instead, he slips onto Siwon's lap.
Siwon's eyes go wide. He shifts, rocks the chair backwards, but Sungmin grabs the back and holds it still. "Siwon-shi," he says pleasantly. "Why have you been hanging around our headquarters recently?"
Siwon turns his head away and looks at the door. Sungmin drags the knife across his chest and along his stomach, face buried in Siwon's neck, and opens a couple more wounds on his way, hearing Siwon's breath catch. He lets his tongue taste Siwon's skin and Siwon jumps. When Sungmin pulls away, there's tension in the air; Siwon's expression is pained and studious. Sungmin works a hand between their bodies and brushes against Siwon's erection. He smiles; Siwon bites his lip.
Sungmin rubs his hand against Siwon's crotch. "Siwon-shi?" he croons, lightly brushing back and forth. "Siwon-shi, do you want to answer my question?"
Siwon shakes his head firmly. Sungmin presses down a little harder. "Are you sure?" A nod this time. "That's a shame." Sungmin continues to rub as he reaches over to the table and lays his knife down. Then he loosens his tie. Siwon flicks his gaze to his throat. Sungmin takes his tie off and holds it over Siwon's eyes. "Yes, I think so," and he ties it quickly. Then he runs his hands over Siwon's shoulders, chest, stomach, until he's fiddling with the buttons of Siwon's pants.
Siwon probably never expected anything like this when he was brought in. Sungmin slips off his lap and kneels in front of him. He puts his hands to Siwon's knees and finds that Siwon's legs open easily; he laughs softly at that and Siwon clears his throat, uncomfortable. "What are you--"
"There are more than one methods of torture," Sungmin says. He puffs his breath just above Siwon's waistline. "Are you sure you don't want to tell me?" At Siwon's silence, Sungmin pulls down his zipper and works one hand inside his boxers. Siwon, probably unconsciously, lifts his hips up to help him. It means that Sungmin can easily pull his pants and boxers down so that his cock springs free, more than half hard.
Sungmin flicks his tongue against the end, just enough to feel, and Siwon jerks in the chair. Blindfolded, he's sensitive to every touch. It's why Sungmin teases him with quick lips and just a hint of tongue, sucking at his inner thigh. He teases him until Siwon's cock is hard and hot in his hand and Siwon is moaning in frustration. "Siwon-shi?" Sungmin says, hand around his shaft. "Why were you hanging around our headquarters?"
Siwon still doesn't answer, his breathing heavy and loud in the enclosed space. The room is hot now, and Sungmin is turned on too, never mind Siwon. Still, he's got a job to do, and when Siwon gives him no answer, Sungmin climbs to his feet. "Fine," he says. "I guess we can try something else."
He takes off his shirt, sweat making it cling to him. Siwon, still blinded, suddenly realises that Sungmin isn't going to finish what he's been doing. He jerks in the chair a couple of more times, before Sungmin tangles his fingers in his hair. "Please," moans Siwon, "please, I--"
"Tell me," says Sungmin. Siwon has cracked now, but he needs helping along just a little bit more. He removes the tie from Siwon's eyes, and then falls to his knees again and kisses a thigh.
"Heechul told me too," says Siwon suddenly and loudly and desperately, and Sungmin rewards him by wrapping his lips around the head of his cock and then working his way down until his lips touch Siwon's groin. Siwon is gasping as Sungmin pulls back and licks against the slit at the end. Then Sungmin wraps his fingers once more around his shaft.
"Why did Heechul tell you to?" he asks, as Siwon curses.
"Because--" He chokes it back, which Sungmin can only partially understand. He's not so loyal to Kangin that he would forgo a really good blowjob. He blows against the head of Siwon's cock and then peers around his body; his wrists are bloody from where he's rubbed them against the rope trying to escape. Someone who does that isn't going to last that much longer. Sungmin begins to suck him off in earnest, teeth scraping slightly, Siwon's hips thrusting as best as they can. It's unusual for Sungmin, but he starts to think about what it would be like if Siwon could use his hands, could pull at Sungmin's hair as he fucked Sungmin's mouth. The thought makes Sungmin's cock pulse, and he pulls his thoughts from that to the matter at hand. If needs be, he can jerk off later. Now he has a job to do.
"Siwon-shi?" he says coyly, pulling away with pre-come smeared across his lips and his hair sticking to his forehead. Siwon looks down at him and then back at the ceiling, mouthing something. His throat looks delicious. "Siwon-shi, why did Heechul make you hang around here?"
"Please--"
"I have a name."
"Sungmin-shi, please, just--"
"Answer my question, Siwon-shi. Or else I'll stand up right now and leave you like this, gasping for release, and I'll let someone else come in and start with the real painful stuff."
"He--"
"Yes?" Sungmin laps at the pre-come, and then takes him in his mouth again. Siwon breaks.
"He wanted me to get to you. He wants you to join us and he thought that I could convince you."
Sungmin, partly because Siwon answered his question and partly because he's shocked, uncurls his fingers from the shaft of Siwon's cock, and Siwon comes hard and frantic into his mouth, movements erratic. Sungmin soothes him through and then swallows neatly before he stands up. His legs are shaky. He's so fucking hard. Siwon's eyes are closed.
"He wants me?"
Siwon cracks open one eye, looking like he's just had the best sex in his life -- which, no doubt, he has -- and nods. "He wants you to join us. He thinks he can put your, um, talents, to better use."
The thing is, Sungmin doesn't even really have to consider it. Things haven't been going well with Kangin for a while now, and Heechul has always intrigued him. He manages to gain almost 100% loyalty from his followers, and Sungmin wants to know how he does it. Besides, it's not like it'll be a new thing for Kangin. Hankyung was stolen to Heechul's side a year back. Kangin stole Ryeowook in return. Heechul got a hitman and a lover; Kangin got a cook. Sungmin likes being on the winning side, and he's not sure Kangin is winning any longer. He looks back at Siwon and feels lust run through him. It might be worth defecting just for Siwon.
"If I join," he says, "what do I get in return?"
Siwon smiles. "Untie me," he says, in a low voice. "And I'll show you."