City (e)Scape 4/?
Title: City (e)Scape
Progress: 4/?
Pairing: To be decided
Rating: PG-13 ~ NC-17
Warnings: Graphic violence, blood/gore, sexual situations (more to be added)
Summary: In a grisly future, healers and hunters are bred for the specific purpose of keeping order for THEM. But when IT starts to revolt and draft wary healers and hunters to create its own army, it’s obvious that someone is on the inside. Jonghyun and Kibum, the child prodigies of THEM are out to settle the score and find out what really happened - even at the sake of their own loyalty.
A/N: Title is a play on the term ‘cityscape’, which is basically ‘the view of the city’; it’s about wanting to break free from the norm, to escape the life you’re born into, to find yourself and others and do what you want to do with your own life.
[ Prologue ] [ Chapter 1 ] [ Chapter 2 ] [ Chapter 3 ]
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“But, nh, hyung…”
“Shhh, Taemin.”
“Ah~ it hurts!”
“Relax, if you tense up it’ll only make it worse.”
Taemin’s full lips pursed in a pout as Jinki ran his hands over his body, pink energy collecting at the tips of his fingertips as he healed the multiple lacerations and bruises that were marring the teen’s pretty flesh. His t-shirt was ripped and tore in a few places, stained with blood and pretty much in the same state as his jeans, one of his feet completely bare and the other left with just a sock. His hair was matted from sweat and blood and dust and he had a split lip, the result of a building exploding and crumbling to the ground before he could safely escape.
“Minho just let the building fall on me…” Taemin pouted, hissing as Jinki swiped his fingers over that split lip, collecting the blood before sending some energy into the wound and closing it. “Why did he do that?”
Taemin was confused and Jinki sighed, sitting back on his heels and resting his hands on the boy’s abdomen to work on healing the bruised liver.
“If you would have came out when you were going to, you wouldn’t even be alive right now,” Jinki said softly, his eyes narrowed in concentration as he felt Taemin’s insides restore their proper activities. “There were at least a dozen tanks waiting for us.”
“But a building fell on me hyung, I think I could take a few bullets over a bajillion tons of concrete and metal falling on me!” Taemin folded his arms over his chest, obviously mostly completely healed because the pout on his face wasn’t leaving and it was blasting Jinki full force.
Jinki ran a hand over his own features and leaned forward, cupping the back of Taemin’s neck so he could press a kiss to the teen’s forehead.
“We had to protect you, Taeminnie, please don’t be upset,” the older man pulled back and swiped his thumb gently over Taemin’s high cheek bone, offering a small smile. “THEY are developing anti-healer weaponry and THEY’RE starting to test it out. We have to take all precautions against it, ok?”
Taemin’s eyes downcast to his lap, and Jinki used a gentle finger to tip his chin up, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to the teen’s lips. The touch was, what Jinki hoped, reassuring and gentle, meant to tell Taemin that he and Minho didn’t mean to hurt his feelings by letting a building collapse on him. And Taemin seemed to accept the apology, pressing back, his thick lips parting slightly as Jinki’s tongue slid along the seam.
“Ahem,” Minho cleared his throat from the door way and Jinki and Taemin lazily broke apart, obviously used to being seen or interrupted. Minho stepped into the room and sat down next to Taemin, reaching up to run his fingers through the matted hair. “You should shower.”
Taemin smiled softly and leaned in to press a kiss to Minho’s lips, one of welcome and concern and relief since he hadn’t seen the older boy after he practically tied Taemin to a chair in the building.
“I will in a bit…” Taemin said quietly against Minho’s lips, and Jinki started to run his fingertips along the youths’ legs to heal all of the wounds there, too. “Will you join me?” Taemin asked, smiling up at Minho through his thick lashes.
“I can’t today, Taeminnie,” Minho said, pressing another kiss to Taemin’s lips, then his nose, then each closed eyelid.
The youngest of the three pouted but he knew why; he saw a flash of that other healer’s face in his mind and yes he was jealous, but it was necessary. They needed THEIR elites to complete the equation, to make everything balanced and they had to get THEM by any means possible. Right now their best option was to steal THEIR elites from right underneath their feet - that would be a critical blow. THEY wouldn’t last long without that hunter and his healer.
Taemin nodded and pressed another lingering kiss to Minho’s lips, tilting his head a bit as Minho nibbled on his lower lip before pulling away.
“I’ll be back in the morning,” Minho said, before he was up and heading back towards the entrance of the shop, grabbing his glock on the way out and shutting the door behind him.
Taemin stared after him wistfully, sighing slightly as he laid back on the bed, Jinki’s hands wandering over him once more, concerned for the teen.
“Taeminnie…”
“Sleep with me, hyung,” Taemin said, reaching up and gripping Jinki’s biceps, guiding the older man onto the bed next to him, the healer’s long limbs wrapping around the chimera’s body and holding onto him steadily. His face nuzzled into the crook of Jinki’s neck and the older man let his hands wander down Taemin’s back to his side, curling around the thin waist and keeping him close.
“Just for tonight,” Jinki mumbled, even though they both knew that this would happen the next time Minho went out.
Taemin would feel dejected, Jinki would feel like he had to do something, and they’d both wake up together the next day feeling that much closer to each other.
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The safe house was silent, only one occupant on the ratty couch as the other had gone out to do an errand for THEM. Kibum sipped on his tea, his eyes slightly hooded with fatigue as he stared at the opposite wall. There was no such thing as television or radio in this era, no such thing as entertainment that didn’t come from a book or a board game and Kibum had heard tales of movies, of music, and oh he wished he could have been part of that generation.
In fact he wished that he had been born a thousand years earlier, in a time when the Sun burning out was the last worry on the human race’s minds.
But he was born here, he was bred for a purpose and he felt his life was stagnant in that respect, he felt that he could be doing so much more than sitting here on this ratty, dusty couch in the safe house, waiting for Jonghyun to come home in the morning so they could be together once more.
It was a routine thing, for hunters to be called on once a week for a twenty-four hour ‘cleansing period’ - they went to the basic training camps and helped newbie hunters get a grip on things, exchange stories and life lessons to make sure that the next generation of hunters were going to be ready for this war and if they weren’t, well then, even Kibum didn’t know what happened to people who had been let inside THEIR quarters and couldn’t meet standards.
The corners of Kibum’s mind went abuzz all of a sudden, and he glanced towards the door, wondering why Jonghyun was home so early. Brow furrowing, Kibum set his tea mug down on the coffee table and stood up, moving towards the door. As he reached for the handle a different energy signal spiked, and he barely moved back in time as the door swung open and ITs hunter stepped through, his big eyes narrowed and his dark hair tousled from the wind storm that was sweeping the city.
“What are you-”
Kibum was cut off as the man’s glock rested on his forehead, the healer’s mouth snapping shut with a click of his teeth as he fumed, jaw clenching as he stared up at this hunter.
“Call me Minho.”
His blood started to boil and this man, this man that was perhaps cockier than Jonghyun and ten times more confident and collected, this man just smirked and lowered his gun, taking a step forward, as if it were no big deal that he had just divested his real name.
“Have you considered our offer?” the man asked, and Kibum felt his ears pop as he took a step back in return, hands clenching into fists at his sides.
“Why are you being insistent about it? If we wanted to take it we would have taken it right there.” Kibum resisted the urge to spit at this man’s feet but he was in his own home and he would not clean up that mess from his floor.
“Key ah,” Minho’s voice was low and it rumbled deep within his chest, Kibum’s heart rate picking up as his ears digested the casual use of his healer name. “I can feel your discontent with THEM. Is it really that hard of a decision?”
“Sorry, I never responded well to peer pressure,” Kibum scoffed, but a small squeak left his lips as Minho pinned him against the wall in the entry way, his hands holding Kibum’s wrists against the shabby wall.
“That pretty mouth of yours is going to cause a lot of trouble,” Minho said darkly, his eyes dragging over the pouty lips that were parted in shock, trailing up to see Kibum’s eyes sparkling in the dim light of the safe house. “Perhaps I should take it with me as a souvenir?”
Kibum’s features screwed up, nose wrinkling and mouth twisting in distaste, despite the fact that his blood was pumping, rushing through his head and his body, kicking in his fight or flight defenses. He definitely wasn’t going to flee, but a healer had never gone directly against a hunter and Kibum had no idea if he could even win that fight. It would go in circles - the hunter would attack, the healer would heal himself, it would be a never-ending cycle.
“That’s not a very attractive look for you, Key ah,” Minho purred, leaning down to brush his lips against Kibum’s ear, making the healer shudder violently as an accidental moan slipped past his lips. The hunter’s tall, solid body connected with Kibum’s own and another soft sound left Kibum’s lips and fuck the healer just wanted to connect his brain to his dick and tell it to calm the fuck down.
“Get off.” Kibum’s voice was weak and totally betrayed his words and he closed his eyes, clenching them shut so he didn’t have to see the smirk that fell on the hunter’s handsome face, that handsome face that just shouldn’t even exist in this dingy world, in this place where the only beautiful thing that existed were the clouds that constantly covered the Earth in an eternal dim state.
“I can help you with that.” Minho’s insinuation laced his words with his response and Kibum shuddered, his hands reaching up to clutch at the hunter’s leather jacket.
He wanted to push, and he did for a fraction of a second, before he pulled Minho even closer to him, his feline eyes cracking open and narrowing to slits as his lips pulled back in a light snarl.
“Then do it.”
Minho reacted faster - way faster than Kibum thought he would - as he buried his nose in the crook of Kibum’s neck and inhaled, his knee pushing between Kibum’s thighs and pushing them apart, making room for his leg as his knee pressed up against the healer’s groin.
“Fucking asshole,” Kibum grunted as his hips bucked involuntarily, Minho’s breath hot against his neck as he started to nip and kiss at the skin, sending electric jolts through Kibum’s nervous system.
“The funny thing is,” Minho trailed up Kibum’s neck to his jaw, nipping along to his chin before his lips hovered over Kibum’s with barely any connection at all, “you’re not resisting.”
That snapped Kibum completely and he pushed at Minho’s shoulders, sending them both toppling to the ground; that in itself was surprising to Minho because healers weren’t supposed to have the sort of strength to be able to physically take over a hunter. Minho smirked as his back connected with the hard floor, Kibum straddling his hips, their eyes meeting and clashing like fire and ice. Everything shifted then, Kibum grinding down onto Minho’s body, the hunter grasping onto the smaller boy’s svelte hips to try and still him.
“Too much for you, hunter?” Kibum smirked, grabbing Minho’s hands and pulling them off of his waist, pinning them to the floor above the hunter’s head as he leaned down, licking along Minho’s bottom lip slowly.
Minho’s lips parted and he caught Kibum’s tongue between his flesh, drawing it into his mouth and sucking on it as his back arched and his shoulder blades dug into the wood flooring, trying to get his hands free from Kibum’s shockingly strong grip. Kibum allowed the kiss for a few moments before he pulled back with a smack of their lips, trailing his tongue over the hunter’s slightly bruised flesh and pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
“You’re kinda pretty too, hunter,” Kibum purred out, and he could see Minho’s jaw clenching and loosening as he fought back whatever response he was getting ready to give. “Don’t you think so?” Kibum sat back and let go of Minho’s hands, completely expecting it when the hunter swiftly switched their positions, knocking Kibum none-too-gently into the hard floor.
“Don’t pull that on me, Key ah, you won’t like me when I’m mad,” Minho warned, shifting a bit as Kibum’s legs wrapped around his waist.
“If this is you in a good mood, then maybe I want to get you mad,” Kibum challenged, and Minho responded by closing his long, thin fingers around Kibum’s neck, making the healer’s heart stutter and his eyes widen slightly.
“If you test me, you’ll regret it,” Minho murmured, sliding his free hand down Kibum’s thigh to his waist, holding onto it tightly.
“I’m a man with no regrets,” Kibum managed to say, his voice even despite the oxygen that was slowly starting to seep from his brain.
“I’m a man with no patience.”
Kibum and Minho both froze, Kibum’s eyes sliding over Minho’s shoulder to see Jonghyun staring down at them, the barrel of his revolver aimed directly at the back of Minho’s head. Everything was still, no one even breathed before Minho slowly unwrapped Kibum’s legs from around his waist, standing up and raising his hands in a surrendering gesture.
Kibum scrambled back on the floor, and he didn’t know why he couldn’t feel it before - Jonghyun’s rage was seething, it was on fire and now it was nearly giving the healer a headache - but the only logical conclusion was that the presence of one healer cancelled out the other. That, or Minho had managed to successfully infiltrate Kibum’s mind and purposefully block out Jonghyun and that was scarier than Kibum would like to admit.
“If you had no patience, you would have shot me by now.” Minho turned to face Jonghyun, his hands still raised in the air as the two stared each other down.
Standing up, Kibum straightened his clothes and moved over to Jonghyun, putting a hand on his left arm to try and lower the gun.
“Bling,” Kibum whispered. “I’m fine, put the gun down.”
“Oh, you’re more than fine,” Jonghyun snorted, taking a step back and pointing the gun at Kibum instead. “I saw the whole thing, you didn’t even care to notice that I was right outside!”
Kibum blinked; Jonghyun had been within five yards of him and he hadn’t felt him? Icicles pricked at the healer’s spine and he shook his head, eyes slightly widened.
“I didn’t-”
“Bull fucking shit, Key!” Jonghyun snapped, tossing his gun hand aside, the weapon not leaving his fingers even though he lowered it. His eyes were narrowed and the vein in his neck was bulging and Kibum almost shrank back, but he didn’t, standing tall and straight as he steeled himself. “You just let him fucking molest you!”
“He did not molest me!” Kibum shot back, even though from an outsider’s point of view it probably looked like an attempted rape, with Minho’s hands feeling every inch of the healer’s body even as his fingers enclosed around his slender neck.
“Then what the fuck was that, Key!? You wanted it!?” Jonghyun actually threw his gun down, the firearm clattering on the floor and scuffing the wood some.
“This is exactly why we would never work, Jonghyun!” Kibum used Jonghyun’s name without even realizing it, too furious to care as he threw his hands over his head in exasperation. “You’re too fucking territorial! I’m not your property, I’m my own person and if I want Minho to fuck the hell out of me then I’m going to fucking let him! You don’t have a say in that whatsoever!”
Kibum turned on his heel and grabbed his jacket off of the coat rack, sliding into his shoes and storming out of the door to the safe house, disappearing into the night.
Jonghyun stared after the healer blankly, as if he couldn’t register the fact that Kibum had flounced off when it was Jonghyun who was initially angered.
The silence was broken by Minho, who chuckled and moved to sit on the couch, coughing and waving a hand as he tried to shoo away a dust cloud that appeared. Jonghyun arched a brow at him, the vein in his throat still throbbing with suppressed rage, and Minho offered an all-too-dashing smile.
“Mind if I crash here for the night?”
“KIM FUCKING KIBUM I AM NOT DEALING WITH THIS ASSHOLE BY MYSELF GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE NOW.”
[ Chapter 5 ---> ]
a/n: I'm going to be out of town on Tuesday/Wednesday so no updates until possibly Thursday ^^;; sorry everyone! thank you for reading!
Progress: 4/?
Pairing: To be decided
Rating: PG-13 ~ NC-17
Warnings: Graphic violence, blood/gore, sexual situations (more to be added)
Summary: In a grisly future, healers and hunters are bred for the specific purpose of keeping order for THEM. But when IT starts to revolt and draft wary healers and hunters to create its own army, it’s obvious that someone is on the inside. Jonghyun and Kibum, the child prodigies of THEM are out to settle the score and find out what really happened - even at the sake of their own loyalty.
A/N: Title is a play on the term ‘cityscape’, which is basically ‘the view of the city’; it’s about wanting to break free from the norm, to escape the life you’re born into, to find yourself and others and do what you want to do with your own life.
[ Prologue ] [ Chapter 1 ] [ Chapter 2 ] [ Chapter 3 ]
--
“But, nh, hyung…”
“Shhh, Taemin.”
“Ah~ it hurts!”
“Relax, if you tense up it’ll only make it worse.”
Taemin’s full lips pursed in a pout as Jinki ran his hands over his body, pink energy collecting at the tips of his fingertips as he healed the multiple lacerations and bruises that were marring the teen’s pretty flesh. His t-shirt was ripped and tore in a few places, stained with blood and pretty much in the same state as his jeans, one of his feet completely bare and the other left with just a sock. His hair was matted from sweat and blood and dust and he had a split lip, the result of a building exploding and crumbling to the ground before he could safely escape.
“Minho just let the building fall on me…” Taemin pouted, hissing as Jinki swiped his fingers over that split lip, collecting the blood before sending some energy into the wound and closing it. “Why did he do that?”
Taemin was confused and Jinki sighed, sitting back on his heels and resting his hands on the boy’s abdomen to work on healing the bruised liver.
“If you would have came out when you were going to, you wouldn’t even be alive right now,” Jinki said softly, his eyes narrowed in concentration as he felt Taemin’s insides restore their proper activities. “There were at least a dozen tanks waiting for us.”
“But a building fell on me hyung, I think I could take a few bullets over a bajillion tons of concrete and metal falling on me!” Taemin folded his arms over his chest, obviously mostly completely healed because the pout on his face wasn’t leaving and it was blasting Jinki full force.
Jinki ran a hand over his own features and leaned forward, cupping the back of Taemin’s neck so he could press a kiss to the teen’s forehead.
“We had to protect you, Taeminnie, please don’t be upset,” the older man pulled back and swiped his thumb gently over Taemin’s high cheek bone, offering a small smile. “THEY are developing anti-healer weaponry and THEY’RE starting to test it out. We have to take all precautions against it, ok?”
Taemin’s eyes downcast to his lap, and Jinki used a gentle finger to tip his chin up, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to the teen’s lips. The touch was, what Jinki hoped, reassuring and gentle, meant to tell Taemin that he and Minho didn’t mean to hurt his feelings by letting a building collapse on him. And Taemin seemed to accept the apology, pressing back, his thick lips parting slightly as Jinki’s tongue slid along the seam.
“Ahem,” Minho cleared his throat from the door way and Jinki and Taemin lazily broke apart, obviously used to being seen or interrupted. Minho stepped into the room and sat down next to Taemin, reaching up to run his fingers through the matted hair. “You should shower.”
Taemin smiled softly and leaned in to press a kiss to Minho’s lips, one of welcome and concern and relief since he hadn’t seen the older boy after he practically tied Taemin to a chair in the building.
“I will in a bit…” Taemin said quietly against Minho’s lips, and Jinki started to run his fingertips along the youths’ legs to heal all of the wounds there, too. “Will you join me?” Taemin asked, smiling up at Minho through his thick lashes.
“I can’t today, Taeminnie,” Minho said, pressing another kiss to Taemin’s lips, then his nose, then each closed eyelid.
The youngest of the three pouted but he knew why; he saw a flash of that other healer’s face in his mind and yes he was jealous, but it was necessary. They needed THEIR elites to complete the equation, to make everything balanced and they had to get THEM by any means possible. Right now their best option was to steal THEIR elites from right underneath their feet - that would be a critical blow. THEY wouldn’t last long without that hunter and his healer.
Taemin nodded and pressed another lingering kiss to Minho’s lips, tilting his head a bit as Minho nibbled on his lower lip before pulling away.
“I’ll be back in the morning,” Minho said, before he was up and heading back towards the entrance of the shop, grabbing his glock on the way out and shutting the door behind him.
Taemin stared after him wistfully, sighing slightly as he laid back on the bed, Jinki’s hands wandering over him once more, concerned for the teen.
“Taeminnie…”
“Sleep with me, hyung,” Taemin said, reaching up and gripping Jinki’s biceps, guiding the older man onto the bed next to him, the healer’s long limbs wrapping around the chimera’s body and holding onto him steadily. His face nuzzled into the crook of Jinki’s neck and the older man let his hands wander down Taemin’s back to his side, curling around the thin waist and keeping him close.
“Just for tonight,” Jinki mumbled, even though they both knew that this would happen the next time Minho went out.
Taemin would feel dejected, Jinki would feel like he had to do something, and they’d both wake up together the next day feeling that much closer to each other.
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The safe house was silent, only one occupant on the ratty couch as the other had gone out to do an errand for THEM. Kibum sipped on his tea, his eyes slightly hooded with fatigue as he stared at the opposite wall. There was no such thing as television or radio in this era, no such thing as entertainment that didn’t come from a book or a board game and Kibum had heard tales of movies, of music, and oh he wished he could have been part of that generation.
In fact he wished that he had been born a thousand years earlier, in a time when the Sun burning out was the last worry on the human race’s minds.
But he was born here, he was bred for a purpose and he felt his life was stagnant in that respect, he felt that he could be doing so much more than sitting here on this ratty, dusty couch in the safe house, waiting for Jonghyun to come home in the morning so they could be together once more.
It was a routine thing, for hunters to be called on once a week for a twenty-four hour ‘cleansing period’ - they went to the basic training camps and helped newbie hunters get a grip on things, exchange stories and life lessons to make sure that the next generation of hunters were going to be ready for this war and if they weren’t, well then, even Kibum didn’t know what happened to people who had been let inside THEIR quarters and couldn’t meet standards.
The corners of Kibum’s mind went abuzz all of a sudden, and he glanced towards the door, wondering why Jonghyun was home so early. Brow furrowing, Kibum set his tea mug down on the coffee table and stood up, moving towards the door. As he reached for the handle a different energy signal spiked, and he barely moved back in time as the door swung open and ITs hunter stepped through, his big eyes narrowed and his dark hair tousled from the wind storm that was sweeping the city.
“What are you-”
Kibum was cut off as the man’s glock rested on his forehead, the healer’s mouth snapping shut with a click of his teeth as he fumed, jaw clenching as he stared up at this hunter.
“Call me Minho.”
His blood started to boil and this man, this man that was perhaps cockier than Jonghyun and ten times more confident and collected, this man just smirked and lowered his gun, taking a step forward, as if it were no big deal that he had just divested his real name.
“Have you considered our offer?” the man asked, and Kibum felt his ears pop as he took a step back in return, hands clenching into fists at his sides.
“Why are you being insistent about it? If we wanted to take it we would have taken it right there.” Kibum resisted the urge to spit at this man’s feet but he was in his own home and he would not clean up that mess from his floor.
“Key ah,” Minho’s voice was low and it rumbled deep within his chest, Kibum’s heart rate picking up as his ears digested the casual use of his healer name. “I can feel your discontent with THEM. Is it really that hard of a decision?”
“Sorry, I never responded well to peer pressure,” Kibum scoffed, but a small squeak left his lips as Minho pinned him against the wall in the entry way, his hands holding Kibum’s wrists against the shabby wall.
“That pretty mouth of yours is going to cause a lot of trouble,” Minho said darkly, his eyes dragging over the pouty lips that were parted in shock, trailing up to see Kibum’s eyes sparkling in the dim light of the safe house. “Perhaps I should take it with me as a souvenir?”
Kibum’s features screwed up, nose wrinkling and mouth twisting in distaste, despite the fact that his blood was pumping, rushing through his head and his body, kicking in his fight or flight defenses. He definitely wasn’t going to flee, but a healer had never gone directly against a hunter and Kibum had no idea if he could even win that fight. It would go in circles - the hunter would attack, the healer would heal himself, it would be a never-ending cycle.
“That’s not a very attractive look for you, Key ah,” Minho purred, leaning down to brush his lips against Kibum’s ear, making the healer shudder violently as an accidental moan slipped past his lips. The hunter’s tall, solid body connected with Kibum’s own and another soft sound left Kibum’s lips and fuck the healer just wanted to connect his brain to his dick and tell it to calm the fuck down.
“Get off.” Kibum’s voice was weak and totally betrayed his words and he closed his eyes, clenching them shut so he didn’t have to see the smirk that fell on the hunter’s handsome face, that handsome face that just shouldn’t even exist in this dingy world, in this place where the only beautiful thing that existed were the clouds that constantly covered the Earth in an eternal dim state.
“I can help you with that.” Minho’s insinuation laced his words with his response and Kibum shuddered, his hands reaching up to clutch at the hunter’s leather jacket.
He wanted to push, and he did for a fraction of a second, before he pulled Minho even closer to him, his feline eyes cracking open and narrowing to slits as his lips pulled back in a light snarl.
“Then do it.”
Minho reacted faster - way faster than Kibum thought he would - as he buried his nose in the crook of Kibum’s neck and inhaled, his knee pushing between Kibum’s thighs and pushing them apart, making room for his leg as his knee pressed up against the healer’s groin.
“Fucking asshole,” Kibum grunted as his hips bucked involuntarily, Minho’s breath hot against his neck as he started to nip and kiss at the skin, sending electric jolts through Kibum’s nervous system.
“The funny thing is,” Minho trailed up Kibum’s neck to his jaw, nipping along to his chin before his lips hovered over Kibum’s with barely any connection at all, “you’re not resisting.”
That snapped Kibum completely and he pushed at Minho’s shoulders, sending them both toppling to the ground; that in itself was surprising to Minho because healers weren’t supposed to have the sort of strength to be able to physically take over a hunter. Minho smirked as his back connected with the hard floor, Kibum straddling his hips, their eyes meeting and clashing like fire and ice. Everything shifted then, Kibum grinding down onto Minho’s body, the hunter grasping onto the smaller boy’s svelte hips to try and still him.
“Too much for you, hunter?” Kibum smirked, grabbing Minho’s hands and pulling them off of his waist, pinning them to the floor above the hunter’s head as he leaned down, licking along Minho’s bottom lip slowly.
Minho’s lips parted and he caught Kibum’s tongue between his flesh, drawing it into his mouth and sucking on it as his back arched and his shoulder blades dug into the wood flooring, trying to get his hands free from Kibum’s shockingly strong grip. Kibum allowed the kiss for a few moments before he pulled back with a smack of their lips, trailing his tongue over the hunter’s slightly bruised flesh and pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
“You’re kinda pretty too, hunter,” Kibum purred out, and he could see Minho’s jaw clenching and loosening as he fought back whatever response he was getting ready to give. “Don’t you think so?” Kibum sat back and let go of Minho’s hands, completely expecting it when the hunter swiftly switched their positions, knocking Kibum none-too-gently into the hard floor.
“Don’t pull that on me, Key ah, you won’t like me when I’m mad,” Minho warned, shifting a bit as Kibum’s legs wrapped around his waist.
“If this is you in a good mood, then maybe I want to get you mad,” Kibum challenged, and Minho responded by closing his long, thin fingers around Kibum’s neck, making the healer’s heart stutter and his eyes widen slightly.
“If you test me, you’ll regret it,” Minho murmured, sliding his free hand down Kibum’s thigh to his waist, holding onto it tightly.
“I’m a man with no regrets,” Kibum managed to say, his voice even despite the oxygen that was slowly starting to seep from his brain.
“I’m a man with no patience.”
Kibum and Minho both froze, Kibum’s eyes sliding over Minho’s shoulder to see Jonghyun staring down at them, the barrel of his revolver aimed directly at the back of Minho’s head. Everything was still, no one even breathed before Minho slowly unwrapped Kibum’s legs from around his waist, standing up and raising his hands in a surrendering gesture.
Kibum scrambled back on the floor, and he didn’t know why he couldn’t feel it before - Jonghyun’s rage was seething, it was on fire and now it was nearly giving the healer a headache - but the only logical conclusion was that the presence of one healer cancelled out the other. That, or Minho had managed to successfully infiltrate Kibum’s mind and purposefully block out Jonghyun and that was scarier than Kibum would like to admit.
“If you had no patience, you would have shot me by now.” Minho turned to face Jonghyun, his hands still raised in the air as the two stared each other down.
Standing up, Kibum straightened his clothes and moved over to Jonghyun, putting a hand on his left arm to try and lower the gun.
“Bling,” Kibum whispered. “I’m fine, put the gun down.”
“Oh, you’re more than fine,” Jonghyun snorted, taking a step back and pointing the gun at Kibum instead. “I saw the whole thing, you didn’t even care to notice that I was right outside!”
Kibum blinked; Jonghyun had been within five yards of him and he hadn’t felt him? Icicles pricked at the healer’s spine and he shook his head, eyes slightly widened.
“I didn’t-”
“Bull fucking shit, Key!” Jonghyun snapped, tossing his gun hand aside, the weapon not leaving his fingers even though he lowered it. His eyes were narrowed and the vein in his neck was bulging and Kibum almost shrank back, but he didn’t, standing tall and straight as he steeled himself. “You just let him fucking molest you!”
“He did not molest me!” Kibum shot back, even though from an outsider’s point of view it probably looked like an attempted rape, with Minho’s hands feeling every inch of the healer’s body even as his fingers enclosed around his slender neck.
“Then what the fuck was that, Key!? You wanted it!?” Jonghyun actually threw his gun down, the firearm clattering on the floor and scuffing the wood some.
“This is exactly why we would never work, Jonghyun!” Kibum used Jonghyun’s name without even realizing it, too furious to care as he threw his hands over his head in exasperation. “You’re too fucking territorial! I’m not your property, I’m my own person and if I want Minho to fuck the hell out of me then I’m going to fucking let him! You don’t have a say in that whatsoever!”
Kibum turned on his heel and grabbed his jacket off of the coat rack, sliding into his shoes and storming out of the door to the safe house, disappearing into the night.
Jonghyun stared after the healer blankly, as if he couldn’t register the fact that Kibum had flounced off when it was Jonghyun who was initially angered.
The silence was broken by Minho, who chuckled and moved to sit on the couch, coughing and waving a hand as he tried to shoo away a dust cloud that appeared. Jonghyun arched a brow at him, the vein in his throat still throbbing with suppressed rage, and Minho offered an all-too-dashing smile.
“Mind if I crash here for the night?”
“KIM FUCKING KIBUM I AM NOT DEALING WITH THIS ASSHOLE BY MYSELF GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE NOW.”
[ Chapter 5 ---> ]
a/n: I'm going to be out of town on Tuesday/Wednesday so no updates until possibly Thursday ^^;; sorry everyone! thank you for reading!