City (e)Scape 6/?
Title: City (e)Scape
Progress: 6/?
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] [ 1] [ 2] [ 3] [ 4] [ 5]
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Smoking was a vice that Kibum had picked up on purpose. Unlike an innocent or a hunter, when the smoke and tobacco curled in his throat and lungs, charring his insides and wrecking them, staining his perfect white teeth, Kibum could just channel his energy and heal it all up again, keeping him free of that silly thing called lung cancer. The tobacco filtered through his system in the way that it would get a normal human high, made his mind lift a bit and relaxed his nerves.
As he was, sitting on the sidewalk outside of THEIR official headquarters, arms resting on his knees as he occasionally brought the fag to his lips and away again, smoke dancing in the air, fluid and beautiful in its movements, Kibum was content with his current situation.
As content as he could be, anyhow.
Kibum lifted a hand and ran his finger tips over his shaved head, feeling the soft yet spiky surface beneath his pads, before running them through his long mohawk that spanned the center of his head. Jinki had come to him the night before, saying that he had developed a new theory and needed Kibum and Jonghyun’s help with it. After about twenty minutes of pleading and begging and using that stupid goofy smile Kibum and Jonghyun relented, giving Jinki as much of their hair as possible, knowing that the scientist would put it towards a good cause.
Taking another drag of the cigarette, Kibum’s eyes blinked lazily at the building across the street. It used to be a café, maybe about forty years ago, but now it had been turned into a shack, a home for a large family that had nowhere else to go. Children were playing in the street, jump rope and hop scotch and Kibum had to wonder if he could have had a child hood like that, care free and devoid of violence.
He was snapped out of his musings when a hand fell on his shoulder and his mind tingled with Jonghyun’s presence; he glanced up at the older man with a smile and straightened his leather jacket.
“Everything go good?” Kibum asked as he and Jonghyun fell into step, headed away from the headquarters.
“As good as things can go with THEM,” Jonghyun grumbled, hands going into the pockets of his leather pants. His eyes went to the cigarette between Kibum’s plush lips and he reached out, snatching the cancer stick and tossing it to the ground. “Don’t do that, you’ll give me cancer.”
“I’d just heal it,” Kibum groused, fiddling with the zipper on his jacket as they headed back towards their safe house. “Did you see Jinki?”
“Yeah,” Jonghyun said, glancing over his shoulder at the large, ominous building that belonged to THEM. “He seemed to be in a hurry though. Had a lot of books in his arms…” he snickered. “I’m surprised he didn’t trip.”
“THEY’RE working him really hard,” Kibum sighed. “He’s the head scientist and they work him down to the bone… We hardly see him anymore.”
Jonghyun wrapped an arm around Kibum’s shoulders. “It’s his job. Besides, we probably aren’t even allowed to be his friend in the first place.”
“It’s not fair,” Kibum said, shrugging off Jonghyun’s arm, making the older man pout. “This is retarded, humans need contact with more than one person in their lives.” He gave a pointed look at Jonghyun. “Being stuck with the same person forever can drive anyone mad.”
The hunter gave his best ‘kicked puppy’ look and Kibum rolled his eyes as they started to head North. THEY had assigned them to that sector and they had moved to a new safe house - this one with marginally less dust, thanks to Jonghyun ensuring that he didn’t have to listen to another one of Kibum’s bitch fits about wanting to clean or whatever.
“Can’t you pretend you like me?” Jonghyun whined, wrapping his arm around Kibum’s shoulder again, turning his head to nose at the younger man’s neck playfully.
“Argh you know sometimes you’re more of an annoying pet than a friend,” Kibum groused, still trying to push Jonghyun away.
The older man lit up, “Friend, you say?”
Kibum stopped walking, eyes wide before he waved a hand and clucked his tongue. “Partner, friend… whatever.” He kept moving forward and Jonghyun danced along next to him, nearly skipping.
“You called me your frieeeend~ You liiiike me~ You loooove-Eck!”
Jonghyun was promptly shut up when Kibum grabbed the collar of his shirt and pressed the barrel of his gun to the underside of the shorter man’s jaw, feline eyes flashing.
“Shut. Up.”
A carnivorous smile curled over Jonghyun’s features and he raised his hands in an innocent gesture, shrugging.
“Fine, fine.”
The safe house was warmer and more inviting than their previous abode and when Kibum got inside he took off his leather jacket and put it on a hook in the entry way, toeing out of his boots and making his way inside. Jonghyun left his boots on and tromped on inside and Kibum curled his fingers into fists before flexing every one of them and popping the base knuckle; his head ticked to the side and he turned to tell Jonghyun to take off his boots but the hunter was already flopped on the couch, arms sprawled out on the back of it and his legs stretched out in front of him as the days’ events finally took a toll on him.
And when he was like that, all tired and drained from the day, his eyes closed and a peaceful expression on his usually vibrant face, Kibum couldn’t nag at him. It was physically impossible for Kibum to stay mad at Jonghyun when he let down his walls, when he dropped the snarky attitude and the violence and the smart tongue and was just… himself.
Letting out a breath, Kibum knelt down at Jonghyun’s feet and started to untie his boots for him, elegant fingers pulling at the laces and undoing the complicated patterns that laced up to middle-shin. Jonghyun’s energy was low and repressed, his body trying to rest itself after such a tiring day, but as soon as the hunter registered Kibum so close to him his big brown eyes cracked open and he glanced down at the top of Kibum’s newly shaven head.
“Kibum…” Jonghyun murmured softly between his lips, and it was obvious he didn’t have enough energy to put more emotion into it.
But Kibum merely glanced up and offered a small smile, tugging the boot and the sock off of one foot before moving to the other boot and starting to undo the laces.
“Go ahead and rest. We’ve had a long day.” Kibum watched the lace slide through each metal loop, break free from the steel hooks, catch on the leather holes before being let free. He licked his slightly chapped lips and then tensed briefly when he felt fingers carding through his long fringe and through his mohawk; his eyes cast upwards again to see Jonghyun focusing intently on his fingers, watching them sift through the silk locks before trailing over to the buzzed side, the pads of his digits running over the scratchy yet soft surface.
Kibum cast his eyes down again, still a bit unsure of his new style. Of course he had a choice with how much hair he donated… all of it or half of it but it needed to be a substantial amount from him. Jonghyun had barely needed to lop off any of his hair and Kibum thought that was a bit unfair; but then again he assumed that because he was a healer perhaps his hair energy held different qualities than the hunters’. He wasn’t sure if he liked how it looked, how it made his cheekbones stick out farther, how now it looked like he had a split personality - kind and normal on one side, punk kid on the other - but as Jonghyun’s fingers trailed down his jaw to tilt his chin up, Kibum saw the warmth and affection glittering in Jonghyun’s eyes.
“Hey now… you can pull off anything,” Jonghyun said, his thumb tracing over Kibum’s full bottom lip slowly.
A spark went through Kibum’s body but he shook it away as he finished pulling off Jonghyun’s other boot and sock, rubbing his feet briefly before standing.
“I’ll make some tea…” he said softly, turning to leave.
“No,” Jonghyun shook his head and reached out, catching Kibum’s wrist. “Rest with me.”
Kibum couldn’t find it within himself to resist Jonghyun, much like how he couldn’t be angry at him when he was being so… compliant, when he was speaking less but still communicating volumes.
So Kibum inched forward and he was standing between Jonghyun’s slightly spread legs, his delicate wrist still caught within Jonghyun’s strong fingers. The older man sat up a bit, his nose at level with Kibum’s belly button and he leaned forward, wrapping his arms around Kibum’s thighs and pressing his cheek to the firmness of the healers’ abdominals. His eyes closed and Kibum smiled softly, carding his fingers through Jonghyun’s spiky locks, free hand resting on the older man’s shoulder.
“This isn’t conducive to me resting,” Kibum said, the words themselves snarky but the way he said them made it sound more like a tease.
“You’re relaxed,” Jonghyun retorted.
Kibum fell silent because in moments like this, if he was silent, Jonghyun was silent. He continued to filter his fingers through Jonghyun’s hair, the warmth from Jonghyun’s strong arms wrapping around his body and keeping him close seeping through his clothes, warming him to the core and Jonghyun just felt like an overgrown dog that was starved for attention.
Which he supposed wouldn’t be too far from the truth.
Jonghyun’s head tilted up and his chin was resting just above Kibum’s belt line and Kibum felt his breath hitch with the older man’s positioning. Biting his lower lip, their eyes locked and Jonghyun smiled, his hands unlocking from each other and sliding up to Kibum’s back, fingers sliding under his shirt to tease at the soft skin covering the expanse of the healers’ back. Letting out a breath Kibum freed his bottom lip from his teeth, a prison he didn’t know he had created for his flesh until it was released and Jonghyun’s fingers danced up his spine slowly, tortuously and Kibum was arching slightly with the touch.
“Jonghyun…” Kibum whispered, and it sounded like half of a warning, half of a plea to continue.
But Jonghyun’s gaze was insistent, a plea of its own and there was no way Kibum could resist it, how easily Jonghyun offered himself to the healer without a second thought because that’s how it was supposed to be, right? The hunter the faithful, disgustingly loyal dog of the more cunning and intelligent healer. The hunter always put his full trust, faith and confidence in the healer and nothing could refute that, their bond couldn’t be broken and right now Jonghyun was that lap dog that was just begging to have attention from its Master.
And it was like that Kibum conceded and slid his long fingers underneath Jonghyun’s chin, supporting it as his body moved away slightly, bending downwards so his lips could ghost along Jonghyun’s. This kiss was unlike their other kiss yet exactly the same - Jonghyun was concentrating on it, torn between getting lost and making sure he was doing it right. The sweetness was there but something was lacing the edges, a poison slipping through and making the edges of Kibum’s vision dark and fuzzy.
Jonghyun’s hands moved to Kibum’s hips and Kibum was guided down to the floor, the both of them kneeling and pressing their chests together as their lips parted and their tongues pushed slowly against one another, saliva collecting and exchanging as Kibum felt his flesh heat up. His fingers moved to the hunters’ shirt, tips catching in the rips and tears of the black fabric, teasing the skin that lay beneath. A shudder ran through Jonghyun’s body and suddenly Kibum was being pushed back, his butt on the heels of his feet.
The older man’s hands were slightly trembling and Kibum’s free hand still had his fingers tucked under Jonghyun’s chin, split as if he was holding a delicate wine glass filled to the brim with the sweet alcohol. He was pulling Jonghyun closer to him even as he felt the other’s fingers move to his pants, undoing the fastenings and pushing them down slightly. Goosebumps spread down Kibum’s arms, his nipples hardening with the implications of what exactly Jonghyun was going for; his other hand moved to the hem of his shirt and started to pull it up, other hand still occupied by keeping Jonghyun’s mouth attached to his. The material slid over his torso and caught on his nipples and the hunters’ hand was attracted to the exposed flesh like a magnet to metal, fingers splaying over the smooth, untarnished skin as they slid further upwards, circling a nipple before brushing the pads over it gently.
Kibum let out a soft noise and Jonghyun’s hands removed themselves from his body, the sound of another pair of pants being discarded and pushed away reaching the healers’ ears. His eyes cracked open and he just vaguely registered their broken kiss, how their lips were centimeters apart and they were now just sharing the same oxygen, heated puffs of air mingling between their faces. Jonghyun’s eyes were wet, hooded over and impossibly dark, his lips slightly chapped and there was a nervous twitch in his jaw.
Letting out a slow breath, Kibum’s hands moved to Jonghyun’s hips and found them bare; glancing down between them he saw Jonghyun’s hands frozen on his own pants, which were halfway down his thighs along with his boxers. Resisting the urge to smile, Kibum knew that as bad as Jonghyun wanted this, he wasn’t sure if it was actually going to happen. Was it real? Was Kibum really going to let this happen? Those questions were practically written across Jonghyun’s face, screaming at Kibum from the older man’s posture.
Kibum leaned forward and nipped at Jonghyun’s lips, “Thinking was never your forte.”
Jonghyun answered by moving his fingers under the waistband of Kibum’s underwear, reaching inside and pulling his dick free. Kibum hissed and dropped his head back in surprise, his hips bucking up into that strong, calloused hand. Electricity once again shot through Kibum’s veins and adrenaline started to bubble up within him; different from the adrenaline of a fresh kill, different from the adrenaline of almost being killed… This adrenaline was bound to be intoxicating and addicting and Kibum wasn’t sure if he wanted to reach that point.
Obviously his body did.
Jonghyun pushed him back further onto the floor until Kibum was laying out, turning his head to the side a bit and Jonghyun nuzzled into the buzzed part of his hair, cheek moving against the textured surface before his teeth and lips traced over the shell of Kibum’s ear. The younger bit his lip and reached down to shakily wrap his fingers around Jonghyun’s erection and yeah they had seen each other naked before, as well as woken up with obvious tents in the blanket they slept under but this… was still foreign territory in every way.
When Kibum had his trysts his touches never lingered. In fact most of the time he didn’t touch at all - he went in, got what he wanted, and got out. You had to be emotionless and quick, attachments were useless and a weak spot in the armor. He had heard about hunter/healer duos becoming lovers but had never thought anything of it; there were female healers and hunters and that had been what he had heard about. So logically a pair of men would probably be likely to succumb to the same fate, right?
Jonghyun’s grip tightened on Kibum’s shaft and the healer mewled softly, shoulders digging into the floor of the safe house as he bucked up into that hand. They were still moving slow, liquid caught in space as Jonghyun’s body leveled over Kibum’s and their dicks aligned, rutting against each other slowly, feeling each vein, each curve, the heads bumping together and becoming attached by a pearly string of pre-cum.
“J-Jonghyun…” Kibum panted, and the older responded by wrapping his fingers around both cocks, jerking them in counter time with their movements.
Clenching his jaw, Kibum’s fingers dug into the hard wood of the floor he was pinned on, nails catching on the wood and peeling the stained surface back slightly. It was slightly awkward, with his shirt pushed up to his armpits, their pants around their knees as they moved together, grinding on each other and frotting at an increasing pace that was sure to start a fire soon, a fire that was already spreading underneath Kibum’s skin, melting his veins and his heart and his brain and he had no idea how he was functioning.
The tempo increased just that much faster and Kibum felt himself coming undone all too soon, he wanted to drag this out and really feel what was happening but it had been so long, for either of them, that neither were going to make a spectacle of this. And it was like that they both came with a flick of Jonghyun’s wrist, Kibum pliant on the floor as he tensed for the briefest moments, his cum spilling over just as Jonghyun’s did, the mess pooling on the healers’ stomach as his abdomen clenched and spasmed with the breath he was trying to get back to regular.
Jonghyun moved off of the healer and Kibum sat up, hands propping him up on the floor as Jonghyun returned with a towel, carefully cleaning up the mess, that look of concentration back on his face, like he was thinking about the answer to the meaning of life. Kibum opened his mouth to say something but Jonghyun shook his head, fixing Kibum’s pants and standing up, discarding the towel in the hamper as he fastened his own trousers and grabbed his gun, tucking it into the back of his pants as he slipped into his boots without doing the laces, closing the door behind him before Kibum could even really register what just happened.
Blinking at the wood of the door, Kibum stood up on wobbly knees and swayed on his feet, pressing the heel of his palm into his forehead.
That hadn’t ended how he wanted it to.
Letting out a sigh, he turned around and moved into the kitchen, knowing that Jonghyun would be back soon enough and he’d have to talk about it no matter what. Kibum started to fill a kettle with water, and then glanced over his shoulder when he felt a presence at his door.
“Come in,” Kibum called out, recognizing Jinki’s energy signature.
Sure enough the scientist walked in and smiled brightly, “Key-ah, I’m so sorry to intrude on you like this.”
Kibum smiled softly and shook his head. “You’re never an intrusion, Jinki.”
“Ah, but I’m afraid this time I am,” Jinki said, smiling sheepishly, and Kibum tilted his head with a frown.
The question died on his lips when Minho came in behind Jinki, rope in hand, and Kibum backed against the stove, knocking the kettle over. Water spilled and sloshed over the counter top and the hot stove, steam hissing and rising up in the air as Minho smirked, moving right up to the paralyzed Kibum.
Why couldn’t he move? What was wrong with his limbs? He tried to reach out for Jonghyun in the corners of his mind but he couldn’t feel the other hunter, once again their connection being blocked by the presence of Minho and Kibum felt ice cold terror rise up within him.
“Don’t you smell pretty?” Minho asked, leaning down as he breathed in Kibum’s scent. “That hunter just had to mark his territory, didn’t he?”
Kibum’s jaw clenched and he glared up at Minho, taking in the cropped hair, the scar on his cheek, his big eyes that were sparkling with malice and amusement.
“Don’t fucking touch me,” Kibum hissed between his gritted teeth, and Minho sighed.
“Sorry to break it to you, beautiful, but you’ve got to come with us.”
“Jinki--!?” Kibum’s confused protest was muffled by the handkerchief shoved into his mouth and he choked, trying to will every cell in his body to move as Minho started to bind his hands behind his back and his ankles together with the rope.
The tall hunter hauled Kibum over his shoulder and made out of the safe house without another word, and the last thing Kibum saw before his mind was overcome with a blackout was Jinki’s sincerely apologetic face, lips down-turned at the corners as he followed after Minho, his gaze on the sidewalk.
“I wish it could have been different, Kibum-ah.”
[ Chapter 7 ---->]
Progress: 6/?
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] [ 1] [ 2] [ 3] [ 4] [ 5]
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Smoking was a vice that Kibum had picked up on purpose. Unlike an innocent or a hunter, when the smoke and tobacco curled in his throat and lungs, charring his insides and wrecking them, staining his perfect white teeth, Kibum could just channel his energy and heal it all up again, keeping him free of that silly thing called lung cancer. The tobacco filtered through his system in the way that it would get a normal human high, made his mind lift a bit and relaxed his nerves.
As he was, sitting on the sidewalk outside of THEIR official headquarters, arms resting on his knees as he occasionally brought the fag to his lips and away again, smoke dancing in the air, fluid and beautiful in its movements, Kibum was content with his current situation.
As content as he could be, anyhow.
Kibum lifted a hand and ran his finger tips over his shaved head, feeling the soft yet spiky surface beneath his pads, before running them through his long mohawk that spanned the center of his head. Jinki had come to him the night before, saying that he had developed a new theory and needed Kibum and Jonghyun’s help with it. After about twenty minutes of pleading and begging and using that stupid goofy smile Kibum and Jonghyun relented, giving Jinki as much of their hair as possible, knowing that the scientist would put it towards a good cause.
Taking another drag of the cigarette, Kibum’s eyes blinked lazily at the building across the street. It used to be a café, maybe about forty years ago, but now it had been turned into a shack, a home for a large family that had nowhere else to go. Children were playing in the street, jump rope and hop scotch and Kibum had to wonder if he could have had a child hood like that, care free and devoid of violence.
He was snapped out of his musings when a hand fell on his shoulder and his mind tingled with Jonghyun’s presence; he glanced up at the older man with a smile and straightened his leather jacket.
“Everything go good?” Kibum asked as he and Jonghyun fell into step, headed away from the headquarters.
“As good as things can go with THEM,” Jonghyun grumbled, hands going into the pockets of his leather pants. His eyes went to the cigarette between Kibum’s plush lips and he reached out, snatching the cancer stick and tossing it to the ground. “Don’t do that, you’ll give me cancer.”
“I’d just heal it,” Kibum groused, fiddling with the zipper on his jacket as they headed back towards their safe house. “Did you see Jinki?”
“Yeah,” Jonghyun said, glancing over his shoulder at the large, ominous building that belonged to THEM. “He seemed to be in a hurry though. Had a lot of books in his arms…” he snickered. “I’m surprised he didn’t trip.”
“THEY’RE working him really hard,” Kibum sighed. “He’s the head scientist and they work him down to the bone… We hardly see him anymore.”
Jonghyun wrapped an arm around Kibum’s shoulders. “It’s his job. Besides, we probably aren’t even allowed to be his friend in the first place.”
“It’s not fair,” Kibum said, shrugging off Jonghyun’s arm, making the older man pout. “This is retarded, humans need contact with more than one person in their lives.” He gave a pointed look at Jonghyun. “Being stuck with the same person forever can drive anyone mad.”
The hunter gave his best ‘kicked puppy’ look and Kibum rolled his eyes as they started to head North. THEY had assigned them to that sector and they had moved to a new safe house - this one with marginally less dust, thanks to Jonghyun ensuring that he didn’t have to listen to another one of Kibum’s bitch fits about wanting to clean or whatever.
“Can’t you pretend you like me?” Jonghyun whined, wrapping his arm around Kibum’s shoulder again, turning his head to nose at the younger man’s neck playfully.
“Argh you know sometimes you’re more of an annoying pet than a friend,” Kibum groused, still trying to push Jonghyun away.
The older man lit up, “Friend, you say?”
Kibum stopped walking, eyes wide before he waved a hand and clucked his tongue. “Partner, friend… whatever.” He kept moving forward and Jonghyun danced along next to him, nearly skipping.
“You called me your frieeeend~ You liiiike me~ You loooove-Eck!”
Jonghyun was promptly shut up when Kibum grabbed the collar of his shirt and pressed the barrel of his gun to the underside of the shorter man’s jaw, feline eyes flashing.
“Shut. Up.”
A carnivorous smile curled over Jonghyun’s features and he raised his hands in an innocent gesture, shrugging.
“Fine, fine.”
The safe house was warmer and more inviting than their previous abode and when Kibum got inside he took off his leather jacket and put it on a hook in the entry way, toeing out of his boots and making his way inside. Jonghyun left his boots on and tromped on inside and Kibum curled his fingers into fists before flexing every one of them and popping the base knuckle; his head ticked to the side and he turned to tell Jonghyun to take off his boots but the hunter was already flopped on the couch, arms sprawled out on the back of it and his legs stretched out in front of him as the days’ events finally took a toll on him.
And when he was like that, all tired and drained from the day, his eyes closed and a peaceful expression on his usually vibrant face, Kibum couldn’t nag at him. It was physically impossible for Kibum to stay mad at Jonghyun when he let down his walls, when he dropped the snarky attitude and the violence and the smart tongue and was just… himself.
Letting out a breath, Kibum knelt down at Jonghyun’s feet and started to untie his boots for him, elegant fingers pulling at the laces and undoing the complicated patterns that laced up to middle-shin. Jonghyun’s energy was low and repressed, his body trying to rest itself after such a tiring day, but as soon as the hunter registered Kibum so close to him his big brown eyes cracked open and he glanced down at the top of Kibum’s newly shaven head.
“Kibum…” Jonghyun murmured softly between his lips, and it was obvious he didn’t have enough energy to put more emotion into it.
But Kibum merely glanced up and offered a small smile, tugging the boot and the sock off of one foot before moving to the other boot and starting to undo the laces.
“Go ahead and rest. We’ve had a long day.” Kibum watched the lace slide through each metal loop, break free from the steel hooks, catch on the leather holes before being let free. He licked his slightly chapped lips and then tensed briefly when he felt fingers carding through his long fringe and through his mohawk; his eyes cast upwards again to see Jonghyun focusing intently on his fingers, watching them sift through the silk locks before trailing over to the buzzed side, the pads of his digits running over the scratchy yet soft surface.
Kibum cast his eyes down again, still a bit unsure of his new style. Of course he had a choice with how much hair he donated… all of it or half of it but it needed to be a substantial amount from him. Jonghyun had barely needed to lop off any of his hair and Kibum thought that was a bit unfair; but then again he assumed that because he was a healer perhaps his hair energy held different qualities than the hunters’. He wasn’t sure if he liked how it looked, how it made his cheekbones stick out farther, how now it looked like he had a split personality - kind and normal on one side, punk kid on the other - but as Jonghyun’s fingers trailed down his jaw to tilt his chin up, Kibum saw the warmth and affection glittering in Jonghyun’s eyes.
“Hey now… you can pull off anything,” Jonghyun said, his thumb tracing over Kibum’s full bottom lip slowly.
A spark went through Kibum’s body but he shook it away as he finished pulling off Jonghyun’s other boot and sock, rubbing his feet briefly before standing.
“I’ll make some tea…” he said softly, turning to leave.
“No,” Jonghyun shook his head and reached out, catching Kibum’s wrist. “Rest with me.”
Kibum couldn’t find it within himself to resist Jonghyun, much like how he couldn’t be angry at him when he was being so… compliant, when he was speaking less but still communicating volumes.
So Kibum inched forward and he was standing between Jonghyun’s slightly spread legs, his delicate wrist still caught within Jonghyun’s strong fingers. The older man sat up a bit, his nose at level with Kibum’s belly button and he leaned forward, wrapping his arms around Kibum’s thighs and pressing his cheek to the firmness of the healers’ abdominals. His eyes closed and Kibum smiled softly, carding his fingers through Jonghyun’s spiky locks, free hand resting on the older man’s shoulder.
“This isn’t conducive to me resting,” Kibum said, the words themselves snarky but the way he said them made it sound more like a tease.
“You’re relaxed,” Jonghyun retorted.
Kibum fell silent because in moments like this, if he was silent, Jonghyun was silent. He continued to filter his fingers through Jonghyun’s hair, the warmth from Jonghyun’s strong arms wrapping around his body and keeping him close seeping through his clothes, warming him to the core and Jonghyun just felt like an overgrown dog that was starved for attention.
Which he supposed wouldn’t be too far from the truth.
Jonghyun’s head tilted up and his chin was resting just above Kibum’s belt line and Kibum felt his breath hitch with the older man’s positioning. Biting his lower lip, their eyes locked and Jonghyun smiled, his hands unlocking from each other and sliding up to Kibum’s back, fingers sliding under his shirt to tease at the soft skin covering the expanse of the healers’ back. Letting out a breath Kibum freed his bottom lip from his teeth, a prison he didn’t know he had created for his flesh until it was released and Jonghyun’s fingers danced up his spine slowly, tortuously and Kibum was arching slightly with the touch.
“Jonghyun…” Kibum whispered, and it sounded like half of a warning, half of a plea to continue.
But Jonghyun’s gaze was insistent, a plea of its own and there was no way Kibum could resist it, how easily Jonghyun offered himself to the healer without a second thought because that’s how it was supposed to be, right? The hunter the faithful, disgustingly loyal dog of the more cunning and intelligent healer. The hunter always put his full trust, faith and confidence in the healer and nothing could refute that, their bond couldn’t be broken and right now Jonghyun was that lap dog that was just begging to have attention from its Master.
And it was like that Kibum conceded and slid his long fingers underneath Jonghyun’s chin, supporting it as his body moved away slightly, bending downwards so his lips could ghost along Jonghyun’s. This kiss was unlike their other kiss yet exactly the same - Jonghyun was concentrating on it, torn between getting lost and making sure he was doing it right. The sweetness was there but something was lacing the edges, a poison slipping through and making the edges of Kibum’s vision dark and fuzzy.
Jonghyun’s hands moved to Kibum’s hips and Kibum was guided down to the floor, the both of them kneeling and pressing their chests together as their lips parted and their tongues pushed slowly against one another, saliva collecting and exchanging as Kibum felt his flesh heat up. His fingers moved to the hunters’ shirt, tips catching in the rips and tears of the black fabric, teasing the skin that lay beneath. A shudder ran through Jonghyun’s body and suddenly Kibum was being pushed back, his butt on the heels of his feet.
The older man’s hands were slightly trembling and Kibum’s free hand still had his fingers tucked under Jonghyun’s chin, split as if he was holding a delicate wine glass filled to the brim with the sweet alcohol. He was pulling Jonghyun closer to him even as he felt the other’s fingers move to his pants, undoing the fastenings and pushing them down slightly. Goosebumps spread down Kibum’s arms, his nipples hardening with the implications of what exactly Jonghyun was going for; his other hand moved to the hem of his shirt and started to pull it up, other hand still occupied by keeping Jonghyun’s mouth attached to his. The material slid over his torso and caught on his nipples and the hunters’ hand was attracted to the exposed flesh like a magnet to metal, fingers splaying over the smooth, untarnished skin as they slid further upwards, circling a nipple before brushing the pads over it gently.
Kibum let out a soft noise and Jonghyun’s hands removed themselves from his body, the sound of another pair of pants being discarded and pushed away reaching the healers’ ears. His eyes cracked open and he just vaguely registered their broken kiss, how their lips were centimeters apart and they were now just sharing the same oxygen, heated puffs of air mingling between their faces. Jonghyun’s eyes were wet, hooded over and impossibly dark, his lips slightly chapped and there was a nervous twitch in his jaw.
Letting out a slow breath, Kibum’s hands moved to Jonghyun’s hips and found them bare; glancing down between them he saw Jonghyun’s hands frozen on his own pants, which were halfway down his thighs along with his boxers. Resisting the urge to smile, Kibum knew that as bad as Jonghyun wanted this, he wasn’t sure if it was actually going to happen. Was it real? Was Kibum really going to let this happen? Those questions were practically written across Jonghyun’s face, screaming at Kibum from the older man’s posture.
Kibum leaned forward and nipped at Jonghyun’s lips, “Thinking was never your forte.”
Jonghyun answered by moving his fingers under the waistband of Kibum’s underwear, reaching inside and pulling his dick free. Kibum hissed and dropped his head back in surprise, his hips bucking up into that strong, calloused hand. Electricity once again shot through Kibum’s veins and adrenaline started to bubble up within him; different from the adrenaline of a fresh kill, different from the adrenaline of almost being killed… This adrenaline was bound to be intoxicating and addicting and Kibum wasn’t sure if he wanted to reach that point.
Obviously his body did.
Jonghyun pushed him back further onto the floor until Kibum was laying out, turning his head to the side a bit and Jonghyun nuzzled into the buzzed part of his hair, cheek moving against the textured surface before his teeth and lips traced over the shell of Kibum’s ear. The younger bit his lip and reached down to shakily wrap his fingers around Jonghyun’s erection and yeah they had seen each other naked before, as well as woken up with obvious tents in the blanket they slept under but this… was still foreign territory in every way.
When Kibum had his trysts his touches never lingered. In fact most of the time he didn’t touch at all - he went in, got what he wanted, and got out. You had to be emotionless and quick, attachments were useless and a weak spot in the armor. He had heard about hunter/healer duos becoming lovers but had never thought anything of it; there were female healers and hunters and that had been what he had heard about. So logically a pair of men would probably be likely to succumb to the same fate, right?
Jonghyun’s grip tightened on Kibum’s shaft and the healer mewled softly, shoulders digging into the floor of the safe house as he bucked up into that hand. They were still moving slow, liquid caught in space as Jonghyun’s body leveled over Kibum’s and their dicks aligned, rutting against each other slowly, feeling each vein, each curve, the heads bumping together and becoming attached by a pearly string of pre-cum.
“J-Jonghyun…” Kibum panted, and the older responded by wrapping his fingers around both cocks, jerking them in counter time with their movements.
Clenching his jaw, Kibum’s fingers dug into the hard wood of the floor he was pinned on, nails catching on the wood and peeling the stained surface back slightly. It was slightly awkward, with his shirt pushed up to his armpits, their pants around their knees as they moved together, grinding on each other and frotting at an increasing pace that was sure to start a fire soon, a fire that was already spreading underneath Kibum’s skin, melting his veins and his heart and his brain and he had no idea how he was functioning.
The tempo increased just that much faster and Kibum felt himself coming undone all too soon, he wanted to drag this out and really feel what was happening but it had been so long, for either of them, that neither were going to make a spectacle of this. And it was like that they both came with a flick of Jonghyun’s wrist, Kibum pliant on the floor as he tensed for the briefest moments, his cum spilling over just as Jonghyun’s did, the mess pooling on the healers’ stomach as his abdomen clenched and spasmed with the breath he was trying to get back to regular.
Jonghyun moved off of the healer and Kibum sat up, hands propping him up on the floor as Jonghyun returned with a towel, carefully cleaning up the mess, that look of concentration back on his face, like he was thinking about the answer to the meaning of life. Kibum opened his mouth to say something but Jonghyun shook his head, fixing Kibum’s pants and standing up, discarding the towel in the hamper as he fastened his own trousers and grabbed his gun, tucking it into the back of his pants as he slipped into his boots without doing the laces, closing the door behind him before Kibum could even really register what just happened.
Blinking at the wood of the door, Kibum stood up on wobbly knees and swayed on his feet, pressing the heel of his palm into his forehead.
That hadn’t ended how he wanted it to.
Letting out a sigh, he turned around and moved into the kitchen, knowing that Jonghyun would be back soon enough and he’d have to talk about it no matter what. Kibum started to fill a kettle with water, and then glanced over his shoulder when he felt a presence at his door.
“Come in,” Kibum called out, recognizing Jinki’s energy signature.
Sure enough the scientist walked in and smiled brightly, “Key-ah, I’m so sorry to intrude on you like this.”
Kibum smiled softly and shook his head. “You’re never an intrusion, Jinki.”
“Ah, but I’m afraid this time I am,” Jinki said, smiling sheepishly, and Kibum tilted his head with a frown.
The question died on his lips when Minho came in behind Jinki, rope in hand, and Kibum backed against the stove, knocking the kettle over. Water spilled and sloshed over the counter top and the hot stove, steam hissing and rising up in the air as Minho smirked, moving right up to the paralyzed Kibum.
Why couldn’t he move? What was wrong with his limbs? He tried to reach out for Jonghyun in the corners of his mind but he couldn’t feel the other hunter, once again their connection being blocked by the presence of Minho and Kibum felt ice cold terror rise up within him.
“Don’t you smell pretty?” Minho asked, leaning down as he breathed in Kibum’s scent. “That hunter just had to mark his territory, didn’t he?”
Kibum’s jaw clenched and he glared up at Minho, taking in the cropped hair, the scar on his cheek, his big eyes that were sparkling with malice and amusement.
“Don’t fucking touch me,” Kibum hissed between his gritted teeth, and Minho sighed.
“Sorry to break it to you, beautiful, but you’ve got to come with us.”
“Jinki--!?” Kibum’s confused protest was muffled by the handkerchief shoved into his mouth and he choked, trying to will every cell in his body to move as Minho started to bind his hands behind his back and his ankles together with the rope.
The tall hunter hauled Kibum over his shoulder and made out of the safe house without another word, and the last thing Kibum saw before his mind was overcome with a blackout was Jinki’s sincerely apologetic face, lips down-turned at the corners as he followed after Minho, his gaze on the sidewalk.
“I wish it could have been different, Kibum-ah.”
[ Chapter 7 ---->]