Fic: Make me Perfect 1/4
Title: Make me Perfect
Author: kayevelyn
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Qmimin
Rating: +17
Summary: Nobility!au Kyuhyun had always been his master’s favourite. He wasn't sure if he still was.
Warnings: BDSM, Collaring, breath play, knife play, caning/spanking, past branding
Notes: For umberela and evanelric. So about Lost in Translation.... here's what happened:
kayevelyn: I'm trying to figure out if I should stick to my ~schedule~ and finish the next chapter of Lost in Translation tonight or say "fuck it people have waited seven months they can wait awhile longer" and work on the porn.
umberela: no you need to finish the porn :| PORN IS ALWAYS THE PRIORITY
So on Friday or Saturday you should have Lost in Translation. For now you get this. :D
This first chapter is more like an intro to the verse. It gives you a taste of what’s going on, and what to expect, but doesn’t take it to the extreme. The next chapter will have more fun :D So if you want to try it out but not sure if the warnings are your cup of tea, this chapter can be a standalone and you won't have to deal with too much kink. If you want the kink, it's coming in the next part.
Kyuhyun had always been his master’s favourite. He knew this for a myriad of reasons, starting with the superficial fact that he was beyond pampered and ending with the fact that he was the only one. Whereas other nobles took two, three, four, even six slaves at a time, Zhou Mi kept just Kyuhyun. His faithful Kui Xian, he called him, voice fond as he stroked Kyuhyun’s cheek. So it wasn’t like Kyuhyun ever worried about his position, even when it was selling season and merchants came to parade around their new wares, because he was the favourite. He was the one who kneeled beside his master at the table while they ate.
In all honesty he couldn’t see anyone who had it any better than him. He was preferred, and adored, and exactly what his master needed. He was given far more leeway than most slaves, though he never abused it. Well, never abused it much. But Zhou Mi always knew either way, and that made it alright if he sometimes insulted a visiting noble.
It’s not like he ever insulted the noble in the company of Zhou Mi. He always smiled and played the part he had been trained for, even when it was just an endless stream of people trying to peddle Zhou Mi with useless merchandise. Like tonight. Third week into selling season and Zhou Mi had finally caved into social pressure and housed a party. He had no problem entertaining guests; Kyuhyun had it on good authority that he loved entertaining the masses, but Zhou Mi didn’t like the parade of merchants pushing their newest ware onto people who should just be having a good time.
But a party meant getting to show off his latest clothes, and it meant dressing Kyuhyun up, even if it was in something ridiculous like a giant bow tied around his neck.
“You’re my present to me,” Zhou Mi had said, as he tied the knot just a bit too tight.
Kyuhyun had tried not to roll his eyes but Zhou Mi still caught the look in his eyes and he tugged on a part of the bow, tightening it. Kyuhyun gasped for air, instantly hard, and he whimpered as his vision started to get blurry, because talking would use up too much air.
Zhou Mi let go and put the bow back into place, fussing with it until it was perfect. “Thought it would work better than a leash and collar tonight,” he mused and Kyuhyun had to agree. Like a choke collar, but not nearly as demeaning and scarring. He had seen slaves with the bruises from one, and how damaging they could be. There were better ways to train slaves.
Kyuhyun nodded, pushing down the flush that instinctively rose to his cheeks as he thought about what Zhou Mi could do to him while he was writhing, begging for air. “Yes master,” he agreed, because Zhou Mi was waiting for him to say something, and he never disappointed.
He was rewarded with a smile, and Zhou Mi pulled him to his feet, guiding him out of their room and towards the main lobby, where Zhou Mi would sit with Kyuhyun at his feet while the guests arrived. Only after everyone had come in would Kyuhyun be allowed to wander, monitoring what everyone else was doing. Who was talking to who, and who was avoiding who. Zhou Mi liked being up on all the gossip and there was only so much he could hear as host.
There was an added benefit of Kyuhyun; slaves were generally ignored, and no master ever thought a slave would ever do anything wrong. So no one paid them any mind, which worked because a lot of masters were possessive and didn’t want anyone paying attention to their property to begin with. Which was a bit contradictory considering that a lot of masters enjoyed putting their slaves on display. Like Kyuhyun at the moment, leaning against Zhou Mi’s leg, head resting on his hip as Zhou Mi ran his hands through Kyuhyun’s hair. He didn’t look down at him though, keeping his eyes on the guests that kept walking in, most with their slaves on leashes behind them, though there were quite a few merchants who walked in, a slew of slaves chained together.
Zhou Mi greeted each of the guests with a smile, and Kyuhyun watched them all, trying to places names to faces, and occupations to names so when he overheard them he would be able to report back to Zhou Mi accurately. Kim Heechul, leading his latest purchase by an expensive leather leash, had just recently left his third wife, for the second time. He talked briefly about moving to the southern lands, and his plans to secure his place there through a marriage with the youngest son of a lord. Zhou Mi listened with a polite smile, he always enjoyed Heechul’s company, before Heechul got bored and tugged on his slave’s leash.
Behind him was the Lord Choi Siwon, ruler of the northern lands. Since Zhou Mi served within in the northern lands he always extended the invitation to Siwon, but Siwon rarely responded.
Zhou Mi broke into a smile and leaned forward, knocking Kyuhyun from his position resting against his hip. Kyuhyun gave him a look but said nothing, turning his attention back to Siwon.
“I wasn’t expecting you at all my lord,” Zhou Mi said, bright smile in place.
Kyuhyun looked from Siwon to the slave he had attached to the leash he was holding. That was interesting because Siwon rarely kept a slave with him, especially one on a leash. He liked everyone to believe that he was above the social needs of having a slave, but Kyuhyun had heard down the grape vine that it wasn’t quite like that.
Either way, his current slave was pretty. Even with the bleached blond hair. Siwon obviously wasn’t one who liked to dress them up too flashy because the slave was merely in a plain t-shirt and slacks. His collar was a simple cloth collar, seeming to be more for the leash than to show that Siwon owned him, and Kyuhyun knew he would never like to be treated like that. But then again, he was a picky slave.
“You really didn’t have to,” Zhou Mi was saying and Kyuhyun cursed himself for phasing out. He looked up at Zhou Mi, thrown off by how tense his face was.
“It was no problem,” Siwon said back, and Kyuhyun narrowed his eyes as he saw him extending the leash forward.
“I’m not sure I can accept such a gift, my lord.”
“I will be offended if you don’t. He’s highly trained.”
And it clicked. The slave was plain not because that’s how Siwon liked his slaves, he was plain because Siwon was gifting him. Another slave for the house wouldn’t be too bad. Kyuhyun was already beginning to think where the new boy could fit in, more than likely the kitchens (they could never have enough), though if he could read and write he’d make a decent secretary for Zhou Mi. Siwon leaned forward, smiling slightly.
“Though I must say he was crafted for the bedroom. Shame for that talent to go to waste as a house slave. As fine as your one slave is, I’m sure, I’d feel awful thinking you were uncared for.”
Kyuhyun clenched his jaw, stopping himself from speaking because that would be rude and just encourage Siwon to continue to think that he wasn’t taking care of his master. Besides, Kyuhyun didn’t need to be publically punished. He hadn’t been since he had been freshly bought and untrained, but ever since Zhou Mi had collared him he’d been the picture perfect slave in the company of others. His only consolation was the way Zhou Mi’s knuckles whitened around the ends of the bow he was holding in his hand, showing how frustrated he was becoming with the conversation.
“In that case, how could I deny such a wonderful gift?” Zhou Mi asked, but it would obvious, at least to Kyuhyun, that he wasn’t happy with the present at all.
The party finally wound down in the late hours of the night, and Zhou Mi grabbed Kyuhyun by the end of the ribbon around his neck, pulling him towards him.
“Let’s get to bed, alright?” he muttered, kissing Kyuhyun on the forehead, and Kyuhyun could see how drained his master was. After Siwon had left, Kyuhyun had took the new slave, Sungmin he reminded himself, and positioned him behind Zhou Mi’s chair. He and Zhou Mi would need to speak later about where they were going to keep Sungmin, because there wasn’t room in the worker’s quarters at the moment.
Kyuhyun glanced over at where Sungmin still stood behind the chair, having not moved since Kyuhyun had put him there. He was impressed, because even he wasn’t sure he would be able to just stand there for hours on end. Sungmin finally looked up when Zhou Mi snapped at him, and Kyuhyun watched to see what he would do.
“Come here,” Zhou Mi called, and finally Sungmin moved, head bent as he walked slowly across the room. Zhou Mi watched him, and he let go of Kyuhyun to grab hold of Sungmin’s shoulder, holding him in place. “I suppose, for tonight, you can stay with me.” He turned Sungmin to the side, frowning just a bit, and Kyuhyun knew it was because he didn’t like the blond hair. It just wasn’t Zhou Mi’s taste.
Sungmin nodded, and trailed behind both of them as Zhou Mi walked them down the corridors to their bedroom. Once they were inside the bedroom Kyuhyun headed to the closet to grab an extra blanket for the chaise, so Sungmin could be comfortable for the night. He stopped right before he began making the chaise up because Zhou Mi was staring at him.
“Problem master?” He looked at the sheets, making sure he hadn’t grabbed any of the good ones.
“You don’t need to make up the chaise Kui Xian,” Zhou Mi said as he stretched, reaching for Kyuhyun. “Here let me untie you.”
Kyuhyun swallowed because they’d never performed in front of someone, but if it was what Zhou Mi wanted he was fine playing along. Zhou Mi made quick work of the bow, sliding it off his throat carefully and Kyuhyun shuddered at the feeling. Even more so when Zhou Mi traced his fingers around the mark the bow had left on his throat.
Kyuhyun kept his eyes fully on Zhou Mi, as he wrapped both hands gently around his neck, using the leverage to push him to the floor. Kyuhyun let out a sigh, nudging his forehead against Zhou Mi’s hip, content to be on his knees while Zhou Mi ran his fingers through his hair.
“Aren’t you going to ask me why you don’t need to make up the chaise?” Zhou Mi asked, and his voice was teasing, because yes normally Kyuhyun would be asking, but Kyuhyun had trained himself to stop thinking once he was kneeling.
He sucked in enough air to get his mind working again, because Zhou Mi wanted an answer. “I figured it was because you thought he could do it.”
Zhou Mi’s fingers drummed a gentle beat against the back of his head. “No. It’s because he’ll be sleeping on the end of the bed.”
Kyuhyun’s head snapped up, and he was no longer in his happy place. He narrowed his eyes. The end of the bed was for slaves who were being trained for pleasure. The words were out of his mouth before he could think to stop them. “You’re planning on keeping him?”
Zhou Mi frowned and tightened his grip in Kyuhyun’s hair, but he barely noticed. Anger was welling up in his stomach because his master was thinking about taking on another slave and he hadn’t thought to mention that. “I was considering it,” he trailed off as Kyuhyun opened his mouth again.
“And you didn’t think to talk to me about it?”
Zhou Mi was silent and Kyuhyun just knew he was thinking of how best to say we didn’t have much time to talk about it, because that would calm Kyuhyun down, and he would lay his forehead against his master’s hip and have him run his hands through his hair and it would all be okay.
“I didn’t know I had to talk to you about taking on a new slave Kui Xian.”
It was like a slap in the face. He reeled back, falling off his knees onto his butt and he scrambled to stand, disentangling his hair from Zhou Mi’s fingers. “What do you mean?” Zhou Mi had fixed him with a steady look and Kyuhyun tried to calm himself down because this was not the way a good, trained slave should react to news of their master bringing on a new slave. Most would be happy because it meant they got to share tricks and trade secrets and talk to someone else about their master. But Kyuhyun was selfish. “I thought. I thought--" he stopped because he was about to say I thought we were equals and that was wrong because they obviously weren’t.
“If,” and this voice was new, Kyuhyun stopped breathing when it started speaking because he didn’t know it. It took him a moment to realize this was Sungmin’s voice, masculine and quiet. “If it bothers your slave I am very comfortable on the floor.” He said it with such quiet desperation, like he didn’t want them to fight.
Kyuhyun wanted to tell him that if he hadn’t wanted them to fight he would never have come here, but he knew that was irrational and it wasn’t like it was Sungmin’s fault. So he censored himself instead.
“You, don’t talk!” Kyuhyun snapped at Sungmin. As he turned back to face Zhou Mi, he was met with a the tap on his cheek. It wasn’t hard, wasn’t nearly as hard Zhou Mi could hit him, just a gentle tap, but Zhou Mi’s eyes were dark with anger, and he pointed the hand that he’d used to discipline Kyuhyun directly at him.
“No,” Zhou Mi said, voice soft. “That is not how you will speak to him, and if I hear that tone ever again out of your mouth I will have you publically punished by one of the night staff, are we clear?”
Tears were welling up in Kyuhyun’s eyes unconsciously, and he couldn’t stop it because the tone that Zhou Mi had used was full of upset and Kyuhyun had been the one to make it that way. He adverted his eyes, not wanting Zhou Mi to see him so upset when he couldn’t stop it, but he’d done everything to try and please him, and Zhou Mi never scolded him. Especially not over some new present that would be in the kitchens by the end of the week.
Zhou Mi dropped his hand, and turned back to the bed, pulling back the covers and that was supposed to be Kyuhyun’s job, to get the bed ready. But he couldn’t move because he was still beyond shocked that he had been hit, even lightly.
“Sungmin you may sleep at the end of the bed,” he turned back, smile back on his face and Kyuhyun didn’t look behind him to see what Sungmin’s reaction was.
“It’s okay, sir. I can handle the floor.” Sungmin’s voice was quiet and it made Kyuhyun want to gauge his eyes out because slaves didn’t actually ever speak like that in private. It was just some horrid ploy to get masters hard and willing to do whatever for the slave.
Zhou Mi fell right into the trap too because he walked right up to Sungmin and cupped his cheeks. It hurt to watch this, and Kyuhyun tried not to, but his eyes always followed Zhou Mi when they were in the same room.
He’d never had to watch Zhou Mi handle another slave, and it hurt deep in Kyuhyun’s gut as he watched Zhou Mi coax Sungmin to the edge of the bed, stripping him until he was only in his boxers and the collar that Siwon had left around his neck. Kyuhyun couldn’t look away as Zhou Mi carefully traced around the collar, unhooking it and pulling it away to expose Sungmin’s bare neck.
Kyuhyun could remember his first couple nights at the edge of Zhou Mi’s bed, naked and curled up. It had been demeaning in the best possible way, because Zhou Mi was always gentle.
“You can move now,” Zhou Mi commanded, and Kyuhyun stepped forward, getting into his side of the bed.
It was strange, having the weight of someone at the edge of the bed, holding the blanket down, but Kyuhyun didn’t comment, still put in his place from earlier.
Kyuhyun woke up first. He always had, because Zhou Mi had trained him that way. He had slept well, and he took a moment to nuzzle against Zhou Mi, breathing in his scent. It was only when he stretched, hitting something soft that he remembered the night before. He opened his eyes and glared at Sungmin curled up at the foot of the bed. He knew, deep down, that it wasn’t Sungmin’s fault, and that he shouldn’t blame him, or get angry. But he never got mad at his master, and so the only person he could be mad at was Sungmin.
Sungmin was awake. Kyuhyun realized this as he sat up, pushing back the covers. He tried not to let it phase it, intent on ignoring Sungmin until Zhou Mi got bored. He had morning rituals to follow and they wouldn’t be interrupted. He’d already been disciplined once.
It was eerie though, that Sungmin was watching him push Zhou Mi’s boxers back, exposing his semi-erect cock. Kyuhyun bent his head down, and his mind flashed briefly to the thought that Sungmin would be gauging his talent, his worth, based off of this.
He wrapped his lips around Zhou Mi’s cock and tried to force his mind blank.
It wasn’t working because Sungmin was staring at something. He pulled back, sucking in a deep breath as he tried to subtly look at what Sungmin was staring at. His eyes traced Sungmin’s gaze to his wrist where Zhou Mi had branded the characters of his name into him. He’d done it three years ago, to show that he intended to keep Kyuhyun forever. Kyuhyun touched the mark, feeling the smooth skin of the scar, before swallowing and bending his head back down.
He closed his eyes and tried to ignore the gaze he could still feel on him as he worked Zhou Mi to full hardness. He knew when Zhou Mi finally woke up because he felt his fingers tangle in his hair. He sighed, letting Zhou Mi begin to guide him, up and down, up and down.
His mind finally went blank as breathing became an issue, and he hollowed his cheeks, letting Zhou Mi hit the back of his throat over and over again. He was getting hard, but he ignored it.
“Come here,” Zhou Mi groaned, and a part of Kyuhyun wondered how he could move as Zhou Mi kept thrusting his hips, his cock sliding in and out of his mouth.
Kyuhyun felt the salty taste of precome and he swallowed it, tongue working to bring Zhou Mi off faster. His jaw was beginning to ache pleasantly and he opened his eyes to watch his master. His master who had Sungmin knelt next to his shoulder, watching him. His stomach clenched and he wanted to pull away, stop it right this moment, and maybe Zhou Mi saw that because he pulled Kyuhyun away, fingers curled tight in his hair, and he held him there.
He made Kyuhyun watch him come. His eyes went wide as he watched the white strips of come coat his stomach, and he glanced at his master, wondering what he wanted him to do next. Zhou Mi’s other hand had reached the back of Sungmin’s neck and he pushed him down. Now Kyuhyun had to watch, watch someone else lave their tongue over his master’s body, tasting the come from his stomach as Zhou Mi gave a slight shiver in pleasure.
“Good, very good,” he praised Sungmin as he ran his fingers down his back. It was free of any marks, different than Kyuhyun in that regard. He wasn’t envious though, because Zhou Mi had left each scar there deliberately to show Kyuhyun how much he loved him.
Zhou Mi pulled Sungmin away from his stomach, made him go back to kneeling and Kyuhyun’s eyes drifted to his erection. He wondered if Zhou Mi would make him pleasure Sungmin as punishment for last night’s behavior. Because now that he thought about, he was ashamed for how he had behaved. It didn’t make the ache in his stomach go away, but he shouldn’t have talked to his master like that.
“Stop thinking so much Kui Xian,” Zhou Mi said quietly, eyes tracing over Sungmin’s body. “You’ll have plenty of time to repent for last night.” He smiled to himself as he pulled Kyuhyun closer to him. “You have to help me train him, after all.”
Chapter 2
Author: kayevelyn
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Qmimin
Rating: +17
Summary: Nobility!au Kyuhyun had always been his master’s favourite. He wasn't sure if he still was.
Warnings: BDSM, Collaring, breath play, knife play, caning/spanking, past branding
Notes: For umberela and evanelric. So about Lost in Translation.... here's what happened:
kayevelyn: I'm trying to figure out if I should stick to my ~schedule~ and finish the next chapter of Lost in Translation tonight or say "fuck it people have waited seven months they can wait awhile longer" and work on the porn.
umberela: no you need to finish the porn :| PORN IS ALWAYS THE PRIORITY
So on Friday or Saturday you should have Lost in Translation. For now you get this. :D
This first chapter is more like an intro to the verse. It gives you a taste of what’s going on, and what to expect, but doesn’t take it to the extreme. The next chapter will have more fun :D So if you want to try it out but not sure if the warnings are your cup of tea, this chapter can be a standalone and you won't have to deal with too much kink. If you want the kink, it's coming in the next part.
Kyuhyun had always been his master’s favourite. He knew this for a myriad of reasons, starting with the superficial fact that he was beyond pampered and ending with the fact that he was the only one. Whereas other nobles took two, three, four, even six slaves at a time, Zhou Mi kept just Kyuhyun. His faithful Kui Xian, he called him, voice fond as he stroked Kyuhyun’s cheek. So it wasn’t like Kyuhyun ever worried about his position, even when it was selling season and merchants came to parade around their new wares, because he was the favourite. He was the one who kneeled beside his master at the table while they ate.
In all honesty he couldn’t see anyone who had it any better than him. He was preferred, and adored, and exactly what his master needed. He was given far more leeway than most slaves, though he never abused it. Well, never abused it much. But Zhou Mi always knew either way, and that made it alright if he sometimes insulted a visiting noble.
It’s not like he ever insulted the noble in the company of Zhou Mi. He always smiled and played the part he had been trained for, even when it was just an endless stream of people trying to peddle Zhou Mi with useless merchandise. Like tonight. Third week into selling season and Zhou Mi had finally caved into social pressure and housed a party. He had no problem entertaining guests; Kyuhyun had it on good authority that he loved entertaining the masses, but Zhou Mi didn’t like the parade of merchants pushing their newest ware onto people who should just be having a good time.
But a party meant getting to show off his latest clothes, and it meant dressing Kyuhyun up, even if it was in something ridiculous like a giant bow tied around his neck.
“You’re my present to me,” Zhou Mi had said, as he tied the knot just a bit too tight.
Kyuhyun had tried not to roll his eyes but Zhou Mi still caught the look in his eyes and he tugged on a part of the bow, tightening it. Kyuhyun gasped for air, instantly hard, and he whimpered as his vision started to get blurry, because talking would use up too much air.
Zhou Mi let go and put the bow back into place, fussing with it until it was perfect. “Thought it would work better than a leash and collar tonight,” he mused and Kyuhyun had to agree. Like a choke collar, but not nearly as demeaning and scarring. He had seen slaves with the bruises from one, and how damaging they could be. There were better ways to train slaves.
Kyuhyun nodded, pushing down the flush that instinctively rose to his cheeks as he thought about what Zhou Mi could do to him while he was writhing, begging for air. “Yes master,” he agreed, because Zhou Mi was waiting for him to say something, and he never disappointed.
He was rewarded with a smile, and Zhou Mi pulled him to his feet, guiding him out of their room and towards the main lobby, where Zhou Mi would sit with Kyuhyun at his feet while the guests arrived. Only after everyone had come in would Kyuhyun be allowed to wander, monitoring what everyone else was doing. Who was talking to who, and who was avoiding who. Zhou Mi liked being up on all the gossip and there was only so much he could hear as host.
There was an added benefit of Kyuhyun; slaves were generally ignored, and no master ever thought a slave would ever do anything wrong. So no one paid them any mind, which worked because a lot of masters were possessive and didn’t want anyone paying attention to their property to begin with. Which was a bit contradictory considering that a lot of masters enjoyed putting their slaves on display. Like Kyuhyun at the moment, leaning against Zhou Mi’s leg, head resting on his hip as Zhou Mi ran his hands through Kyuhyun’s hair. He didn’t look down at him though, keeping his eyes on the guests that kept walking in, most with their slaves on leashes behind them, though there were quite a few merchants who walked in, a slew of slaves chained together.
Zhou Mi greeted each of the guests with a smile, and Kyuhyun watched them all, trying to places names to faces, and occupations to names so when he overheard them he would be able to report back to Zhou Mi accurately. Kim Heechul, leading his latest purchase by an expensive leather leash, had just recently left his third wife, for the second time. He talked briefly about moving to the southern lands, and his plans to secure his place there through a marriage with the youngest son of a lord. Zhou Mi listened with a polite smile, he always enjoyed Heechul’s company, before Heechul got bored and tugged on his slave’s leash.
Behind him was the Lord Choi Siwon, ruler of the northern lands. Since Zhou Mi served within in the northern lands he always extended the invitation to Siwon, but Siwon rarely responded.
Zhou Mi broke into a smile and leaned forward, knocking Kyuhyun from his position resting against his hip. Kyuhyun gave him a look but said nothing, turning his attention back to Siwon.
“I wasn’t expecting you at all my lord,” Zhou Mi said, bright smile in place.
Kyuhyun looked from Siwon to the slave he had attached to the leash he was holding. That was interesting because Siwon rarely kept a slave with him, especially one on a leash. He liked everyone to believe that he was above the social needs of having a slave, but Kyuhyun had heard down the grape vine that it wasn’t quite like that.
Either way, his current slave was pretty. Even with the bleached blond hair. Siwon obviously wasn’t one who liked to dress them up too flashy because the slave was merely in a plain t-shirt and slacks. His collar was a simple cloth collar, seeming to be more for the leash than to show that Siwon owned him, and Kyuhyun knew he would never like to be treated like that. But then again, he was a picky slave.
“You really didn’t have to,” Zhou Mi was saying and Kyuhyun cursed himself for phasing out. He looked up at Zhou Mi, thrown off by how tense his face was.
“It was no problem,” Siwon said back, and Kyuhyun narrowed his eyes as he saw him extending the leash forward.
“I’m not sure I can accept such a gift, my lord.”
“I will be offended if you don’t. He’s highly trained.”
And it clicked. The slave was plain not because that’s how Siwon liked his slaves, he was plain because Siwon was gifting him. Another slave for the house wouldn’t be too bad. Kyuhyun was already beginning to think where the new boy could fit in, more than likely the kitchens (they could never have enough), though if he could read and write he’d make a decent secretary for Zhou Mi. Siwon leaned forward, smiling slightly.
“Though I must say he was crafted for the bedroom. Shame for that talent to go to waste as a house slave. As fine as your one slave is, I’m sure, I’d feel awful thinking you were uncared for.”
Kyuhyun clenched his jaw, stopping himself from speaking because that would be rude and just encourage Siwon to continue to think that he wasn’t taking care of his master. Besides, Kyuhyun didn’t need to be publically punished. He hadn’t been since he had been freshly bought and untrained, but ever since Zhou Mi had collared him he’d been the picture perfect slave in the company of others. His only consolation was the way Zhou Mi’s knuckles whitened around the ends of the bow he was holding in his hand, showing how frustrated he was becoming with the conversation.
“In that case, how could I deny such a wonderful gift?” Zhou Mi asked, but it would obvious, at least to Kyuhyun, that he wasn’t happy with the present at all.
The party finally wound down in the late hours of the night, and Zhou Mi grabbed Kyuhyun by the end of the ribbon around his neck, pulling him towards him.
“Let’s get to bed, alright?” he muttered, kissing Kyuhyun on the forehead, and Kyuhyun could see how drained his master was. After Siwon had left, Kyuhyun had took the new slave, Sungmin he reminded himself, and positioned him behind Zhou Mi’s chair. He and Zhou Mi would need to speak later about where they were going to keep Sungmin, because there wasn’t room in the worker’s quarters at the moment.
Kyuhyun glanced over at where Sungmin still stood behind the chair, having not moved since Kyuhyun had put him there. He was impressed, because even he wasn’t sure he would be able to just stand there for hours on end. Sungmin finally looked up when Zhou Mi snapped at him, and Kyuhyun watched to see what he would do.
“Come here,” Zhou Mi called, and finally Sungmin moved, head bent as he walked slowly across the room. Zhou Mi watched him, and he let go of Kyuhyun to grab hold of Sungmin’s shoulder, holding him in place. “I suppose, for tonight, you can stay with me.” He turned Sungmin to the side, frowning just a bit, and Kyuhyun knew it was because he didn’t like the blond hair. It just wasn’t Zhou Mi’s taste.
Sungmin nodded, and trailed behind both of them as Zhou Mi walked them down the corridors to their bedroom. Once they were inside the bedroom Kyuhyun headed to the closet to grab an extra blanket for the chaise, so Sungmin could be comfortable for the night. He stopped right before he began making the chaise up because Zhou Mi was staring at him.
“Problem master?” He looked at the sheets, making sure he hadn’t grabbed any of the good ones.
“You don’t need to make up the chaise Kui Xian,” Zhou Mi said as he stretched, reaching for Kyuhyun. “Here let me untie you.”
Kyuhyun swallowed because they’d never performed in front of someone, but if it was what Zhou Mi wanted he was fine playing along. Zhou Mi made quick work of the bow, sliding it off his throat carefully and Kyuhyun shuddered at the feeling. Even more so when Zhou Mi traced his fingers around the mark the bow had left on his throat.
Kyuhyun kept his eyes fully on Zhou Mi, as he wrapped both hands gently around his neck, using the leverage to push him to the floor. Kyuhyun let out a sigh, nudging his forehead against Zhou Mi’s hip, content to be on his knees while Zhou Mi ran his fingers through his hair.
“Aren’t you going to ask me why you don’t need to make up the chaise?” Zhou Mi asked, and his voice was teasing, because yes normally Kyuhyun would be asking, but Kyuhyun had trained himself to stop thinking once he was kneeling.
He sucked in enough air to get his mind working again, because Zhou Mi wanted an answer. “I figured it was because you thought he could do it.”
Zhou Mi’s fingers drummed a gentle beat against the back of his head. “No. It’s because he’ll be sleeping on the end of the bed.”
Kyuhyun’s head snapped up, and he was no longer in his happy place. He narrowed his eyes. The end of the bed was for slaves who were being trained for pleasure. The words were out of his mouth before he could think to stop them. “You’re planning on keeping him?”
Zhou Mi frowned and tightened his grip in Kyuhyun’s hair, but he barely noticed. Anger was welling up in his stomach because his master was thinking about taking on another slave and he hadn’t thought to mention that. “I was considering it,” he trailed off as Kyuhyun opened his mouth again.
“And you didn’t think to talk to me about it?”
Zhou Mi was silent and Kyuhyun just knew he was thinking of how best to say we didn’t have much time to talk about it, because that would calm Kyuhyun down, and he would lay his forehead against his master’s hip and have him run his hands through his hair and it would all be okay.
“I didn’t know I had to talk to you about taking on a new slave Kui Xian.”
It was like a slap in the face. He reeled back, falling off his knees onto his butt and he scrambled to stand, disentangling his hair from Zhou Mi’s fingers. “What do you mean?” Zhou Mi had fixed him with a steady look and Kyuhyun tried to calm himself down because this was not the way a good, trained slave should react to news of their master bringing on a new slave. Most would be happy because it meant they got to share tricks and trade secrets and talk to someone else about their master. But Kyuhyun was selfish. “I thought. I thought--" he stopped because he was about to say I thought we were equals and that was wrong because they obviously weren’t.
“If,” and this voice was new, Kyuhyun stopped breathing when it started speaking because he didn’t know it. It took him a moment to realize this was Sungmin’s voice, masculine and quiet. “If it bothers your slave I am very comfortable on the floor.” He said it with such quiet desperation, like he didn’t want them to fight.
Kyuhyun wanted to tell him that if he hadn’t wanted them to fight he would never have come here, but he knew that was irrational and it wasn’t like it was Sungmin’s fault. So he censored himself instead.
“You, don’t talk!” Kyuhyun snapped at Sungmin. As he turned back to face Zhou Mi, he was met with a the tap on his cheek. It wasn’t hard, wasn’t nearly as hard Zhou Mi could hit him, just a gentle tap, but Zhou Mi’s eyes were dark with anger, and he pointed the hand that he’d used to discipline Kyuhyun directly at him.
“No,” Zhou Mi said, voice soft. “That is not how you will speak to him, and if I hear that tone ever again out of your mouth I will have you publically punished by one of the night staff, are we clear?”
Tears were welling up in Kyuhyun’s eyes unconsciously, and he couldn’t stop it because the tone that Zhou Mi had used was full of upset and Kyuhyun had been the one to make it that way. He adverted his eyes, not wanting Zhou Mi to see him so upset when he couldn’t stop it, but he’d done everything to try and please him, and Zhou Mi never scolded him. Especially not over some new present that would be in the kitchens by the end of the week.
Zhou Mi dropped his hand, and turned back to the bed, pulling back the covers and that was supposed to be Kyuhyun’s job, to get the bed ready. But he couldn’t move because he was still beyond shocked that he had been hit, even lightly.
“Sungmin you may sleep at the end of the bed,” he turned back, smile back on his face and Kyuhyun didn’t look behind him to see what Sungmin’s reaction was.
“It’s okay, sir. I can handle the floor.” Sungmin’s voice was quiet and it made Kyuhyun want to gauge his eyes out because slaves didn’t actually ever speak like that in private. It was just some horrid ploy to get masters hard and willing to do whatever for the slave.
Zhou Mi fell right into the trap too because he walked right up to Sungmin and cupped his cheeks. It hurt to watch this, and Kyuhyun tried not to, but his eyes always followed Zhou Mi when they were in the same room.
He’d never had to watch Zhou Mi handle another slave, and it hurt deep in Kyuhyun’s gut as he watched Zhou Mi coax Sungmin to the edge of the bed, stripping him until he was only in his boxers and the collar that Siwon had left around his neck. Kyuhyun couldn’t look away as Zhou Mi carefully traced around the collar, unhooking it and pulling it away to expose Sungmin’s bare neck.
Kyuhyun could remember his first couple nights at the edge of Zhou Mi’s bed, naked and curled up. It had been demeaning in the best possible way, because Zhou Mi was always gentle.
“You can move now,” Zhou Mi commanded, and Kyuhyun stepped forward, getting into his side of the bed.
It was strange, having the weight of someone at the edge of the bed, holding the blanket down, but Kyuhyun didn’t comment, still put in his place from earlier.
Kyuhyun woke up first. He always had, because Zhou Mi had trained him that way. He had slept well, and he took a moment to nuzzle against Zhou Mi, breathing in his scent. It was only when he stretched, hitting something soft that he remembered the night before. He opened his eyes and glared at Sungmin curled up at the foot of the bed. He knew, deep down, that it wasn’t Sungmin’s fault, and that he shouldn’t blame him, or get angry. But he never got mad at his master, and so the only person he could be mad at was Sungmin.
Sungmin was awake. Kyuhyun realized this as he sat up, pushing back the covers. He tried not to let it phase it, intent on ignoring Sungmin until Zhou Mi got bored. He had morning rituals to follow and they wouldn’t be interrupted. He’d already been disciplined once.
It was eerie though, that Sungmin was watching him push Zhou Mi’s boxers back, exposing his semi-erect cock. Kyuhyun bent his head down, and his mind flashed briefly to the thought that Sungmin would be gauging his talent, his worth, based off of this.
He wrapped his lips around Zhou Mi’s cock and tried to force his mind blank.
It wasn’t working because Sungmin was staring at something. He pulled back, sucking in a deep breath as he tried to subtly look at what Sungmin was staring at. His eyes traced Sungmin’s gaze to his wrist where Zhou Mi had branded the characters of his name into him. He’d done it three years ago, to show that he intended to keep Kyuhyun forever. Kyuhyun touched the mark, feeling the smooth skin of the scar, before swallowing and bending his head back down.
He closed his eyes and tried to ignore the gaze he could still feel on him as he worked Zhou Mi to full hardness. He knew when Zhou Mi finally woke up because he felt his fingers tangle in his hair. He sighed, letting Zhou Mi begin to guide him, up and down, up and down.
His mind finally went blank as breathing became an issue, and he hollowed his cheeks, letting Zhou Mi hit the back of his throat over and over again. He was getting hard, but he ignored it.
“Come here,” Zhou Mi groaned, and a part of Kyuhyun wondered how he could move as Zhou Mi kept thrusting his hips, his cock sliding in and out of his mouth.
Kyuhyun felt the salty taste of precome and he swallowed it, tongue working to bring Zhou Mi off faster. His jaw was beginning to ache pleasantly and he opened his eyes to watch his master. His master who had Sungmin knelt next to his shoulder, watching him. His stomach clenched and he wanted to pull away, stop it right this moment, and maybe Zhou Mi saw that because he pulled Kyuhyun away, fingers curled tight in his hair, and he held him there.
He made Kyuhyun watch him come. His eyes went wide as he watched the white strips of come coat his stomach, and he glanced at his master, wondering what he wanted him to do next. Zhou Mi’s other hand had reached the back of Sungmin’s neck and he pushed him down. Now Kyuhyun had to watch, watch someone else lave their tongue over his master’s body, tasting the come from his stomach as Zhou Mi gave a slight shiver in pleasure.
“Good, very good,” he praised Sungmin as he ran his fingers down his back. It was free of any marks, different than Kyuhyun in that regard. He wasn’t envious though, because Zhou Mi had left each scar there deliberately to show Kyuhyun how much he loved him.
Zhou Mi pulled Sungmin away from his stomach, made him go back to kneeling and Kyuhyun’s eyes drifted to his erection. He wondered if Zhou Mi would make him pleasure Sungmin as punishment for last night’s behavior. Because now that he thought about, he was ashamed for how he had behaved. It didn’t make the ache in his stomach go away, but he shouldn’t have talked to his master like that.
“Stop thinking so much Kui Xian,” Zhou Mi said quietly, eyes tracing over Sungmin’s body. “You’ll have plenty of time to repent for last night.” He smiled to himself as he pulled Kyuhyun closer to him. “You have to help me train him, after all.”
Chapter 2