Chain Me (to You)
Title: Chain Me (to You)
Rating: nc-17
Genre: smut, mafia!au
Pairing: sukaiho (jongin/joonmyun/suho)
Summary: mafia boss jongin gets (twin) trophy pets.
Warnings: incest/twincest, threesome, spitroasting, past prostitution, bottom!suho, some master/slave relationships and a wee bit of snowballing. idk.
the first of the twins!au
Kim Jongin was a man of many faces. He was a cold man who had the Seoul underground either eating out of the palm of his hand, or lying at his feet. He was a ruthless criminal with the eye of a sniper and fingers without the reluctance to shoot. The brothels that easily passed off as hotels, the casinos out of which his drug cartels operated, the dealerships that kept his men armed - they were all built from blood and sweat.
Appa! Sehunnie took my toys out of the-
Later, Jongin. I’m busy, can’t you see? Go outside and play.
Kim Jongin was a man of many faces, and one of them was a man who sought approval from a father who didn’t care.
He’d torn his way through the rich, the conniving, the competition, picking out those who were loyal and eliminating those with questionable allegiance, carving out his path to the top with deadly efficiency. He would show his father that he was a son worthy of his praise.
It’s funny what you realize when you’ve only got weeks to live, isn’t it? I only have one thing for you, Jongin; my empire is your legacy.
…Me? You can’t pass everything to me. What about Sehun? He’d do a better job-
Seoul’s underbelly is not fit for a man who kills because he can. There are assets I own, properties, servants, pets - that would be better off in your hands. Come and see me next week. I have something to give you.
But-
You finally have the approval I know you’ve been thirsting for, so why do you want to refuse?
Things had changed all too fast in too short a space of time. The things that people did when terminal illness crept up on them from behind.
Kim Jongin was a man of many faces, but the real one was the man with the innocence of a boy.
He goes to visit his father the next week as ordered.
The old boss waves a hand in the direction of the exit and the servant standing there ducks out of the room, the ornate doors shutting quietly behind him. Jongin waits with muted feelings of curiosity for whatever it is about to be presented to him.
The servant knocks quickly before entering and Jongin sucks in a breath through his nose.
Two boys shuffle inside after the maid. Their dress is identical, both garbed in loose cotton robes of some sort; their age no doubt is too - even their faces - and Jongin realizes they’re twins.
They’re probably older than him, he thinks, but their youthful visage says the opposite.
Jongin surveys their features carefully. One is blond with dark, smouldering eyes, his mouth set in a grim, stubborn line. The other boy, skin of alabaster and ruby-red hair, shrinks away behind his twin and lowers his gaze to the ground. The blond reaches a hand behind his back to comfort him and Jongin notices a chain of several feet that trails from the cuff around his left wrist. His eyes dart to the collars curled around each boy’s throat and his stomach does several flips when his head finally puts it all together.
They’re his father’s pets.
“There you are,” the old boss says. “They’re all yours. The blond one is Suho, and the red is Joonmyun.”
“Trophy pets,” Jongin says dumbly, still trying to wrap his head around it. He’s not sure if he should be pleased, or disgusted. His father had been married, for god’s sake.
He feels Suho glaring at him and his nerves spark with the imminent challenge; part of him knows he can wipe the defiance off that face without even breaking a sweat, while another part of him is sympathetic at their fate as toys. Joonmyun though, is still timidly clutching at the back of Suho’s clothing and Jongin suddenly feels the harrowing need to push him around just to watch him cry.
The word ‘owner’ leaves a foul taste in his mouth. How many times had his father used the two boys, made them suck him off before he went to sleep, spread their legs to be fucked, or paraded them around to show off to his friends? His mind reels with thoughts, which must have shown on his face because his father chuckles.
“They’re unused,” he says, smiling slightly. “Haven’t laid a finger on them. I sold the old one and bought these two, but I haven’t had a chance to play with them at all since I fell ill. A pity, because they look like they’d be good fun.”
The corner of Suho’s mouth twitches and he scowls.
“What do I do with them?” Jongin asks, trying not to watch the way Joonmyun’s cheeks go pink.
His father shrugs. “Whatever you like,” he replies. “Neither of them are fully broken in. You’ll have to finish that yourself, of course, but obedience is easy to teach for people like us.”
Joonmyun chews on his lip and glances at Suho worriedly. His brother grasps his hand firmly and gives him a consoling squeeze.
He’ll die before he hurts you.
“I did consider giving one each to you and Sehun,” Jongin’s father adds, almost as an afterthought. “But they hissed and spat for so long about being separated that I decided I’d just throw them both at you.”
“Thank you,” Jongin says, because he doesn’t know what else to say. Fortunately, the servant at the door interrupts them, pressing his finger to his earpiece to receive the incoming message.
“Sir?” he inquires.
Jongin’s father tilts his head. “Yes?”
“There’s a silver Porsche at the gates. You have a visitor, sir.”
It must be Sehun’s, Jongin thinks. His younger brother’s flamboyance and finer tastes showed blatantly in everything he owned.
“That’s your cue to go,” his father says, and whatever relationship had been built between them in the last half hour seems to have vanished. “Take the twins with you. I’ll let you know when I get all the new ownership documents finalized for you.”
Jongin bows his head in acknowledgment and spins on his heel. The servant opens the door for him and he walks past the twins, who look at back and forth between Jongin and each other. The old boss nods his chin at them.
“Go,” he says, and Jongin briefly looks over his shoulder to find the boys following him. “And keep an eye on Suho, the little spitfire.”
Suho’s scowl runs even deeper and Joonmyun winces at the grip his brother has on his thin wrist. The chains trail along on the ground after them as they hurry to match Jongin’s footsteps. The metallic noises get louder on the concrete outside, and Joonmyun quickly pauses to gather up the thick metal links before anybody stands too close and trips up. Servants are already waiting by Jongin’s car with the twins’ belongings packed into a pair of suitcases, which they pile into the boot as soon as Kyungsoo has it opened.
Jongin slides into the front seat a little numbly. He’s sure he’s going to need a few days to process everything that’s happened.
The passenger door behind the driver’s seat opens and Suho climbs in first, pulling Joonmyun in after him.
Kyungsoo watches Suho make sure Joonmyun’s buckled in safely in the rearview mirror and raises an eyebrow. “Well,” he says, turning the key in the ignition, but that’s the end of the conversation. “Where to?”
“Apartment,” Jongin answers shortly. “I’ve got a lot of things to think about.”
The truth be told, Sehun can go fuck himself.
Their father had passed away in his sleep not even a month ago and the asshole was already overstepping his territory.
“How come the bastard gave you his entire empire, and I got nothing?”
Jongin’s eyes scan the reports Minseok had placed on his desk. A string of his low-end restaurants had been trashed by Sehun’s crew that night but no money was taken, no patrons hurt. It was just a minor jab in Jongin’s side - a reminder that Sehun was there and wasn’t leaving without a fight.
A coward’s move. Like low-end restaurants couldn’t be fixed cheaply. The hotel chains and clubs Jongin had invested in, however, would be a different matter.
His father’s assets hold little meaning to him. Just more properties, more luxuries, more things he already had. He had enough assets of his own - things he’d built up and acquired with his own hard work. Sehun could have his father’s empire if he was that hell-bent on it, for all Jongin cared, but Jongin in much of a mindset to simply roll over like a dog and hand it to him. He’d even settle for Sehun’s word to never set foot in his territory again.
Jongin crushes the reports and throws them in the wastepaper basket. He’ll get someone else to deal with it and he can decide what he wants to do about Sehun tomorrow. It’s late and Jongin hasn’t seen the twins all today.
They’d been living in his apartment block for at least three weeks now. His expertise in mafia trophy pets was less than zero, and he’d considered selling them off but his father had probably paid a fortune for them, so out of disrespect he’d given them a room and ordered the maids to keep them fed and watered. He’d tried to take a warm approach first and break them down bit by bit; sharing his bed with two others who despised him was far from appealing.
He’d spent the past few weeks asking about their hobbies and things they liked to do, to which Joonmyun meekly replied that he liked reading, while Suho lips stayed shut. Jongin gave them access to what meagre books he had in his apartment and offered to buy them more, let them have free rein of his apartment and even cooked the occasional dinner when he wasn’t out conducting business. Joonmyun had shyly come up to the dinner table after being called and looked nervous at the prospect of a having a meal that hadn’t been made by the live-in servants who resided upstairs. Suho had eyed them like the food was poisoned before retreating to his room and Joonmyun had had to pluck up the courage amidst his embarrassment to ask if he could bring food to his brother.
But even if Suho is still acting cold, Jongin has noticed Joonmyun is slowly warming up.
They’d had their fair share of trivialities and bumps in the road too; half a week after moving into the apartment block, Jongin had looked at their limited belongings and sighed. His father probably hadn’t been keen on his pets having independence.
“We’re going to the department store in the morning,” he’d informed them the night before. “You need some proper clothes.”
And not the skimpy material you call decent, he’d added in his head.
“But it’s the only thing the old master wanted us to wear,” Joonmyun had blurted out, and Suho wanted to elbow him for talking back.
Jongin had shrugged it off and met them in their bedroom the next morning. “Minseok’s waiting in the car for us.”
The twins had looked at each other apprehensively. Suho, much to Jongin’s surprise, had stared him down and held out his left arm, chain trailing from the cuff welded around his wrist.
“You forgot to chain us,” he said flatly.
Jongin had been bewildered. “What are you talking about?” Maybe he’d have to see to getting those marks of ownership removed.
“The old master always had us chained to his belt when he took us with him. So we couldn’t escape. Not that we had intentions,” Suho’d added quickly, like he was going to be punished for speaking ill of a very important person. “He would always know whenever we tried to move somewhere.”
It had taken Jongin at least ten minutes to convince them he wasn’t his father, and wasn’t going to chain them to him if they didn’t want it. Except Joonmyun had still insisted on clipping the end of his chain to one of Jongin’s belt loops because he “felt safer that way”.
It was awkward enough for Jongin, going about in broad daylight looking like someone with a severe slave fetish, and in the end he just had the servants go out and buy whatever for them.
Jongin’s phone buzzes on his desk, pulling him out of his thoughts. He finds a new message from Baekhyun telling him he’s already dealt with the restaurant situation and gotten it covered up. The unspoken question about Sehun’s involvement is there but Jongin doesn’t deign to reply. He loosens the tie strangling his neck and heads down to twins’ bedroom. He pokes his head in see Joonmyun reading on the bed under the lamplight, Suho snuggled comfortably next to him. Something inside him pulls; it’s a degree of closeness Jongin hasn’t yet felt from the blond twin. God be damned if Suho even smiles at him.
“Have you eaten?” Jongin asks. The boys nod. “Alright. Have a good night, then.” The door softly closes.
Joonmyun looks up from his book. “The old master never once asked if we’d eaten,” he says sombrely. “Is Master Jongin really in the mafia?”
“Don’t call him that, he already said he doesn’t like it,” Suho chides him. “It hasn’t even been that long since he were given to him. I keep telling you, Joonmyun, he’s just buttering you up. He’s only being nice so he can fuck us later.”
Joonmyun’s brow furrows. “But that was why we were bought,” he points out. “So we could be fucked, wasn’t it?”
Suho exhales deeply and Joonmyun feels it on the back of his neck. “You like him far more than you should,” he says bitterly. “If I asked you run away tonight, you wouldn’t come. You’d stay.”
Joonmyun drops his book in shock and loses the page he’s up to. “No!” he gasps. “That’s not true. Jongin treats us like people. Not like… pets.”
“That’s what we are, Joon. Pets. Holes to shove a cock in. Prizes to be shown off.”
“But…” Joonmyun trails off and bites his lip. “Jongin’s not the same as the old master. He gives us freedom. And I-well- ”
“…You what?” Suho prompts, raising an eyebrow.
“I-I don’t think- ” Joonmyun goes a fierce red. “It’s not like I would really mind if he fucked me…” He grabs his book and flips to a random page. He knows Suho’s eyes are drilling into the back of his head, expression unreadable, silent and devoid of expression.
Finally, Suho shakes his head hopelessly. “You could at least pretend to read your book the right way up,” he says dryly, and swipes it from Joonmyun’s hands. He puts it on the nightstand and flips the switch for the lamp. “Go to bed. You’re tired.”
“But what if he wanted to sleep with you- ” Joonmyun prods - “but how come you don’t like him- ”
“You can’t trust anyone connected to the underground like he is. He’s probably killed more people than you’ve slept with at the whorehouse. Go to sleep, Joon.”
I just want to protect you.
Joonmyun pouts, but inside he knows his brother is only looking out for him. All his life, thick and thin, it’s only been the two of them. He slides a little further under the covers of their shared bed and lets Suho’s arms around his waist lull him to sleep.
The next night Jongin comes back from a meeting, the twins in the back seat with him, since Minseok’s taken the front passenger seat. Kyungsoo parks the Lexus and suddenly groans. “That looks horribly like Baekhyun.”
Joonmyun and Suho don’t know him, neither do they recognize the short, slim figure perched upon the boot of the only other car in the parking lot. This must be him.
Jongin steps out of the car and the twins after him.
“Hey, boss,” Baekhyun greets him brightly. “I got a present for ya.” He hops off the back of his car and pops the boot to reveal a man gagged and trussed up inside, still struggling.
“Who’s he?” Jongin inquires, eyes narrowing.
“Caught him last night sneaking around the place that he and his little friends trash- ”
Jongin pulls a pistol from inside his jacket and fires several rounds into the man’s chest. He makes a choked noise and stills.
Baekhyun screeches. “Boss! You couldn’t have at least waited until I got him out of there? Now there’s blood in my car-”
“You wouldn’t have gotten anything out of him,” Jongin shrugs. “Sehun’s just playing games with me. Send the body back to his stupid ass if you want.”
Behind Suho, Joonmyun whimpers slightly and burrows his face into Suho’s shoulder. Baekhyun latches on almost immediately, his pearly-whites lighting up in his face in the gloom of the streetlights.
“Naw. Cute, boss. You got- ”
Jongin rolls his eyes. “Goodnight, Baekhyun.” He motions for the twins to follow and Joonmyun immediately grabs his hand tightly. Suho pauses, a little miffed that Joonmyun had gone for Jongin instead.
“My intention wasn’t to scare you,” Jongin says when they’re inside and out of the cold night air. Joonmyun realizes he’s still gripping his hand and quickly lets go.
“I’m not scared,” he insists in a wobbly voice. He tries to meet Jongin’s gaze bravely. “I’ve seen it before.”
Suho touches his arm warningly.
Joonmyun shakes him off. “My family was all shot in the same way you just killed that man.”
Hmm, Jongin thinks. Well. “Come sit down,” he says, because Joonmyun looks like he’s going to tear up. “Talk about it if you want to.”
Jongin plops down on a sofa and Joonmyun automatically curls into his side. “Our mother was a problem gambler,” he mumbles. Suho is stuck between either sitting next to his brother or on Jongin’s other side. Instead, he opts for the single armchair across from both of them, his stomach churning slowly. He hopes Joonmyun won’t regret this.
“She gambled and lost all our money. She ended up owing some gang and tried to drink her problems away. They made us watch them kill everyone and told us to learn our lesson.”
Jongin hums. “And then what?”
“We lived on the streets. It was hard and in the end we sold ourselves to this… industry. It was the only way we could get food, a roof over our heads- ” Joonmyun makes an unintelligible noise and breaks off.
“Okay. That’s enough.” Jongin cards his fingers through Joonmyun’s soft, red hair. “You can stop there.” The twins had the history any other street kid out there had, but the red-haired boy sounded so broken, so helpless that Jongin is at a loss for words.
The room is silent, save for the sounds of Joonmyun’s sniffles.
“I don’t have my mother,” Jongin finally. “She was a mistress to my father because his wife never gave him children, and he killed her as soon as my younger brother was born.”
Suho mulls it over. This wasn’t quite what he expected. He’d never seen the wife of his old master. Had he killed her too?
He watches Joonmyun lean into Jongin’s tender touch, fitting into the curve of his side like he’d been there all his life. He wants to pull Joonmyun back, pull him away because this isn’t how it’s supposed to be between the two of them at all. There are very few people Joonmyun trusts anymore.
Suho is suddenly aware of Jongin’s gaze on him; Jongin raises his unoccupied arm in an offer of comfort but Suho’s gut twists horribly and he marches from the room in a huff. Did he think Suho was his too, just because Joonmyun was being affectionate?
He climbs into bed early but his mind doesn’t relent; all he sees is Joonmyun with someone else and not him.
He doesn’t fall asleep - can’t fall asleep - until later, when Joonmyun crawls into bed, whispering apologies and drifts off murmuring promises into the crook of Suho’s neck. He knows Joonmyun will always come back but he’s losing him, and it’s making him fall apart inside.
Suho suspects the incident with Baekhyun is the cause of his twin’s sudden change in behaviour. Joonmyun strays a lot these days, eager to spend time with Jongin at breakfast, happy to curl up with Jongin when he relaxes with a glass of wine at night, willingly following him to business meetings and the like if he’s allowed to. If Jongin is surprised, he doesn’t show it. Joonmyun laps up the attention while Suho pointedly keeps his distance.
“He must despise me,” Jongin remarks, after Suho had stormed off because Joonmyun had chosen to snuggle up with someone else again on the sofa. Jongin looks down at the boy’s head pillowed in his lap. “Does he ever tell you why?”
Joonmyun idly picks at a loose thread on Jongin’s pants. “For a long time,” he sighs, “we only had each other. Sometimes when I couldn’t beg enough money off the streets he’d risk his life to steal food for me so I wouldn’t starve. At the brothel, when we were too tired from being used all day he’d let them take him away so I could sleep easy at night. We had the same face; what was the difference if they fucked me or him? When we had nobody else, he was the only one who looked after me.”
“I… see.” Jongin runs a hand through the boy’s soft strands. “I just want him to know that I’m not here to hurt him.”
Strange words coming from a mafia head’s mouth, Joonmyun thinks. He tilts his head up to look at his owner, tears prickling at the corner of his eyes. “He won’t care if you hurt him. He just doesn’t want you to hurt me,” he tells him, “because I’m all he has left.”
Suho is still awake when Joonmyun climbs into bed that night.
“Joonmyun,” he says slowly, once the lights are off, “we need to talk.”
“I know what you’re going to say. I don’t hate him,” Joonmyun replies plainly. “He doesn’t hit me. He doesn’t shout at me for things I didn’t even do. He doesn’t drug me up so people can use me for hours and hours on end-”
“He’s mafia! How many of his men do you think have fucked us while we were still in the whorehouse?”
“Forget that, it’s already happened!” Joonmyun yells weakly. “We have somewhere to live and we’ll never go hungry again. All we have to do is spread our legs for one man - and as if we don’t know how to do that!” He clenches his fingers angrily in the sheets. “He can protect us, and you’re throwing it away.”
The ensuing silence stretches between them. It takes Suho a moment to realize Joonmyun is crying.
After they’d been sold from the whorehouse to an uncertain future as trophy pets, Suho had promised Joonmyun he’d never let anyone make him cry again.
He’s broken his own promise and he feels the weight of the world suddenly crash down on his shoulders.
“No,” he chokes out, “that’s not- ” Suho moves under the covers until he’s pressed up against his twin’s back, arms wrapping around his heaving chest to comfort him. He’s surprised he doesn’t get violently shoved away. “I’m… sorry. I don’t know if he had any more of a choice to be in his position than we do, but people like him are surrounded by death on all sides, Joonmyun. What if I lose you? What will I do then?”
Joonmyun finds his twin’s hand and holds it to his chest. “You won’t. Can you promise me you’ll give him a chance?”
“I…” Suho trails off uncertainly, words caught in his throat. He bites his lip and inhales deeply to calm himself down. “I cantry. But on the one condition- ”
Joonmyun turns over so he faces his twin. “What condition?” he asks.
“Back off. Give him space. You can judge a person by the way they act when they don’t have what they want.”
Suho can almost hear the gears grinding in Joonmyun’s mind, and then the final click. It was only for a few days, and if that let Suho see what kind of person Jongin was, then it was fine by him.
“Okay,” Joonmyun breathes. “Okay.”
He doesn’t say anything else for so long that Suho nearly thinks he’s fallen asleep.
“It’s not like the old master gave him a choice to take us,” Joonmyun whispers. “We got forced on Jongin just as much as he got forced on us. He could’ve sold us back to the whorehouse if he didn’t want us, you know, or just thrown us back onto the streets. But he didn’t.”
Jongin, to his credit, doesn’t actually notice Joonmyun’s absence all that much. He’s got other things on his mind, a heist or two to run. But at night when he’s flipping through some reports from Kyungsoo with the TV news blaring in the background, he misses the ball of warmth usually glued to his side. He double-checks on them to make sure they’ve eaten and haven’t come down the flu or anything but they nod and tell him they’re fine. Jongin shrugs and leaves them to their own devices; Joonmyun will come back to him.
The twins continue to avoid his presence for the next two days and he’s on the verge of addressing the issue directly when one of his right-hands call him with an emergency.
“Sir, I got a tip-off,” Minseok pants, and Jongin can hear the sound of tyres screeching, “the warehouse four on the north side to be raided tonight. They said Sehun’s going to be there.”
Warehouse four is Jongin’s biggest weapons storage location, with enough artillery to arm Sehun’s side for months if he gets hold of it.
By the time Jongin’s made it out the door Kyungsoo’s already on his way to the car, his own weapons packed in what looks like the average businessman’s briefcase.
Minseok’s informants had been correct on all fronts but one; Sehun wasn’t to be seen near the warehouse at all but the three of them had been able to keep the situation under control until Baekhyun and Chanyeol had arrived with back-up. Their losses hadn’t been too bad but they’d have to move their arms to a better place, now that Sehun had somehow found out where it was, and next week’s arms shipments would also have to be diverted to another coast point.
Jongin leaves a complaining Baekhyun to secure the warehouse for the night and returns to his apartment in a grumpy state of mind, punching in entry codes and slamming every door he walks through. A long, hot shower to soothe his frazzled nerves would be nice.
He comes out of his ensuite with a towel draped around his hips and stops in the middle of towelling his hair dry when he finds Joonmyun sitting alone on his bed.
The boy draws his knees up to his chin and averts his eyes. “I-I just wanted to ask if - if you were okay,” he stammers, his cheeks going pink. The loud noises echoing through the apartment when Jongin had come home had startled him. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to come in to- ”
“Mmm.” Jongin hums, non-committal. “I’m fine.” He gives himself a quick rubdown before throwing the towel onto a chair and pulling on underwear.
Joonmyun inadvertently peeps at him while he pretends the bed is very interesting. Water drips from Jongin’s hair, rolls down the tanned planes of his back and disappears into the waistband of his briefs. His broad shoulders look invitingly warm, Joonmyun thinks, and in the second it takes for Jongin to turn around and catch him fantasizing about his thighs and pert curve of his ass, Suho opens the door.
“What’s going on,” he says blankly.
Jongin raises an eyebrow, but he doesn’t miss the way Suho’s eyes flicker ever so hastily across his body.
“Joon, why are you in here?”
The boy pouts. “It wasn’t anything bad,” he protests indignantly. He crosses his legs to hide his erection but Suho’s already onto him, tugging him off the bed and out the door. Suho passes Jongin a look over his shoulder but the latter shrugs and runs his towel through his hair, muscles and tattoo of his gang insignia bunching at the shoulders as he stretches out his lithe, lean form.
“I didn’t touch him,” he says simply, a smile playing on his lips. “He came on his own.”
Suho’s brow creases in confusion. He’d rushed over the second he discovered Joonmyun wasn’t in their room. His first assumption had been that Jongin was having a shit day and needed to take his frustration out on somebody else.
“Suho,” Joonmyun whines. “He wasn’t forcing himself on me. Come on. Stop staring at him.”
Suho realizes he’s actually been frowning at Jongin for probably longer than what’s socially appropriate. “Let’s go,” he says, flushing slightly and reaching for the door knob, “I’ll help you out.”
Jongin drops everything in his hands as soon as the words leave Suho’s lips.
I’ll help you out.
God be damned if his mind wasn’t conjuring up a plethora of dirty images for him. Surely that wasn’t what the blond meant. It’s not like Jongin couldn’t see that Joonmyun was aroused; the boys probably hadn’t been used in weeks, even months depending on when his father bought them, so maybe his mind or ears were just playing tricks. They were twins, lord almighty.
He tries to clear his head - blowdrying his hair, changing into nightclothes that he doesn’t even wear, making his bed for no reason at all - before he gives up and tiptoes down to the twins’ bedroom. He thinks he can already hear noises coming from the other side of the door and carefully opens it a crack.
Even in the muted lamplight, every detail gets burned into his eyes. Suho has Joonmyun on his back and pressed into the bed, shirt shoved up around his nipples and legs spread obscenely wide. The blond is nestled between them, his hand reaching into Joonmyun’s pants and jerking him off with fast, heated strokes while he swallows down the noises that escape Joonmyun’s mouth.
“Ssh,” Suho whispers, “keep quiet. Someone will hear you.”
Joonmyun whimpers but he nods in agreement, bucking furiously up into the hand fisted around his length while he bites down on his lip to silence himself.
“That’s it,” Suho coos, mouthing wet kisses down the column of Joonmyun’s neck, “that’s perfect, Joon. Just let me take care of you…”
Outside, Jongin curses every holy being above and their mother. He wanders back to his room in a daze and wonders how long this is going to haunt him for. He deals with his problem in the bathroom without further ado and falls back into bed. In spite of his tiredness he can’t find it in him to sleep, instead turning over and over because all he can think of are the twins in their bedroom, touching each other, debauching each other-
Was this a common occurrence for them?
It must be, if Joonmyun’s blatant willingness was anything to go by. A thought strikes Jongin. This had probably been their selling point during their time at the whorehouse. No sane man would turn down the chance to ruin Joonmyun, turn him into a sobbing, crying mess; or bend Suho over and fuck him into obedience.
He groans aloud when he realizes he’s hard again, cutting himself short when door opens and Joonmyun’s slight figure slips inside.
“What’s wrong?” Jongin asks, perplexed. The boy doesn’t say anything so he throws back the covers and lets Joonmyun crawl into the warmth. “Where’s Suho?”
“He’s coming,” Joonmyun mumbles. “I wanted to say sorry. For, um, about him.”
“I’m more or less used to it,” Jongin shakes his head. “You don’t get worse than Baekhyun, the rude little shit.” He feels Joonmyun curl up around his arm when the door opens again, and Suho’s there.
The blond crosses the room, peels back Jongin’s covers without a word and slides into place on Jongin’s other side.
It’s quite the situation, Jongin finds, lying with one twin sandwiched on each side of him. If either one decided to move too much they’d feel his boner and Suho would have Joonmyun out of there faster than Jongin can pull his pants down. But Suho of all people, in his bed - he doesn’t dare to look for fear of somehow jinxing everything. He’s baffled. He briefly plays with the thought of Joonmyun having convinced him - but how? With his body? And then his mind lands in the gutter again and his mouth betrays him.
“Did you fuck?” he blurts out.
“What’s it to you?” Suho shoots back. He hears Jongin snort under his breath and feels the satisfaction at having ticked him off. “Show him, Joon.”
The next thing Jongin knows is that his hand’s being guided by Joonmyun’s, over the boy’s back and stopping on his ass.
“You can feel for yourself,” Joonmyun says shyly, propping his leg up for him. Jongin can’t stop his fingers from trembling as he dips them between Joonmyun’s ass cheeks, feeling for the rim of muscle that tightens under his touch. It’s hot, wet, and two of Jongin’s digits penetrate him easily.
“Of course I fucked him,” Suho informs him loftily. “I don’t lie when I say I’m going to take good care of him.”
“What about you?” Jongin says, voice thick with lust. He can feel his cock pulsing hard between his legs. “Why are you here?”
The corner of the blond’s mouth quirks up. “He said he wanted to see you to fuck me.”
Joonmyun makes a horrified noise. “You said you wouldn’t tell him!” He covers his burning face with his hands. “Suho- ”
“It’s fine,” Jongin growls, rolling over and trapping Joonmyun’s body underneath his own. “You just want somebody to take care of him, don’t you?”
Joonmyun nods emphatically, delighted that he understands.
Suho eyes Jongin like a predator sizing up its prey. “Got enough guts to fuck me, then?” he sneers.
Jongin clambers off Joonmyun, tosses off the sheets and pins Suho to the mattress with his weight. “Don’t talk to me like that,” he hisses. “My father was right to keep an eye on you.” He leans down and claims Suho’s mouth hungrily, hearing Joonmyun whimper beside him.
Suho grinds up into Jongin’s bulging crotch but Jongin slaps him back down; they break apart for air and Jongin snatches lube from the nightstand’s bottom drawer.
“Strip,” he commands, but the twins are already half-way there. It was probably a command long-ingrained in their brains. As soon as Suho’s last piece of clothing hits the floor Jongin is upon him again, dipping his knee between the blond’s thighs to separate them. He dribbles lube between Suho’s ass cheeks and onto his fingers before easing the first one in gently, and his eye twitches when Suho has the nerve to laugh at him.
“Just the one?” he drawls. “What do you think I am, a doll?”
Jongin shoves in one more and pumps the digits fast, curling them on the occasion to hear Suho try and muffle his groans with his forearm before he ups it to a third, and eventually a fourth out of spite. He stretches himself over Suho’s body with the grace of a panther, nosing at Suho’s collarbones, neck, shoulders, nipping hard until he’s sure there will be marks in the morning.
“Think I could take your fist?” Suho taunts him.
Jongin bites him under the ear and relishes the choked noise he makes. Joonmyun wails at his twin, fretting and urging him stop toeing the line.
“I didn’t think you liked to talk so much,” Jongin grits out, withdrawing his fingers. “Get on all fours.”
Suho grins to himself and obeys. Jongin actually thought he was in charge. How funny.
“Joonmyun,” Jongin says, and both boys pause.
“Y-yes?”
Jongin points to the headboard and the red-haired twin is all pale gangly limbs as he squeezes in between the headboard and Suho. It suddenly clicks in their heads, what Jongin wants them to do.
Suho makes a jab over his shoulder. “You think making me suck my own twin off will put me in my place?” he laughs. “You think we haven’t done this before?”
That, Jongin grudgingly admits, had been his exact intentions. “Be quiet,” he retorts. He lubes himself up generously, spreading Suho’s ass and rubs the blunt tip of his cock teasingly against his hole before pushing in. He starts fucking him without reprieve, because he knows there isn’t any expected from him, and because he’s got an itch to pound the defiant smirk right off that handsome face.
Suho parts his legs further, gasping wildly at the sensation of Jongin filling him up even more. It had been a while since his whorehouse days and not even the old master liked watching Suho being fucked, instead preferring to see Joonmyun defiled in every way possible.
He nuzzles against the hand Joonmyun has wrapped around his own cock. “Here,” he murmurs, “let me.”
Joonmyun’s normally unsure gaze is totally trusting if not anything else, and he lowers his hand and lets Suho swallow him down. Suho’s hands grip Joonmyun’s waist for leverage as he bobs his head to match Jongin’s pace but it’s too fast; Jongin fucks him with an intensity he hasn’t seen in a long time, his pelvis slapping loudly against Suho’s ass as his thrusts force the entirety of Joonmyun’s cock down his twin’s throat.
“Don’t have so much to say now, do you?” he grunts. He can feel Suho clenching vice-tight around him; he must be close. He reaches a hand down between Suho’s legs and starts pumping him at an unpredictable, erratic rhythm to make him come first.
Suho moans pathetically around Joonmyun’s cock, his abdominal muscles spasming as he blows his load in Jongin’s fist. He looks up at his twin with hazed eyes, pupils blown wide and saliva trailing down his jaw.
Is this what you want? Tell me I look good when I’m being taken care of, Joon, tell me I look good with cock stuffed in all my holes like this.
Joonmyun keens deeply, twisting his fingers in Suho’s blond locks, coming for the second time that night into his mouth. Suho lets Joonmyun’s cock fall from his lips and before Jongin can figure out what they’re up to, Suho has his twin’s mouth meshed against his and they’re sharing an aggressive kiss.
“Fuck,” Jongin spits out, sweat rolling down his forehead. He swears he sees white dripping down Suho’s chin and - did he just fucking wink at him - the sight of it is dirty enough to get him off right away, as well as serve as his fantasy fodder for the next three weeks. He pulls out of Suho’s ass and watches his come leak out with much satisfaction, before throwing him the box of tissues to clean up. He grabs the covers from the floor and flings them back up over the three of them.
“We should go and wash up- ” Suho starts, but Jongin points to Joonmyun, who appears to have passed out and has already slid down most of the headboard.
“In the morning,” Jongin waves it off, helping Suho pull his twin into a more comfortable position under the sheets. Suho ends up squished between the two of them. “Just sleep.”
He and Jongin watch each other warily for some time in the dark, as if they’re waiting for the other person to fall asleep first.
“We’re sick and fucked up, aren’t we?” Suho sighs. “Joonmyun and I.”
Jongin looks uncertain, like he wants to do something but doesn’t know if he should.
“Just do it,” Suho tells him, and Jongin lifts his arm and fits it around Suho’s body. He draws him closer until they’re pressed against each other, and both can smell the cloying scent of sweat and sex.
“No,” Jongin sighs back. “Look at me, not even thirty and destroying half of Seoul, just because I wanted to impress my father. Neither of us are any better than we make ourselves out to be.”
There is some animosity between them that seems to disappear in that confession, some dividing wall that crumbles down; they don’t know what it is, but it lets them all rest easy that night.
more from the twins!au
Rating: nc-17
Genre: smut, mafia!au
Pairing: sukaiho (jongin/joonmyun/suho)
Summary: mafia boss jongin gets (twin) trophy pets.
Warnings: incest/twincest, threesome, spitroasting, past prostitution, bottom!suho, some master/slave relationships and a wee bit of snowballing. idk.
the first of the twins!au
Kim Jongin was a man of many faces. He was a cold man who had the Seoul underground either eating out of the palm of his hand, or lying at his feet. He was a ruthless criminal with the eye of a sniper and fingers without the reluctance to shoot. The brothels that easily passed off as hotels, the casinos out of which his drug cartels operated, the dealerships that kept his men armed - they were all built from blood and sweat.
Appa! Sehunnie took my toys out of the-
Later, Jongin. I’m busy, can’t you see? Go outside and play.
Kim Jongin was a man of many faces, and one of them was a man who sought approval from a father who didn’t care.
He’d torn his way through the rich, the conniving, the competition, picking out those who were loyal and eliminating those with questionable allegiance, carving out his path to the top with deadly efficiency. He would show his father that he was a son worthy of his praise.
It’s funny what you realize when you’ve only got weeks to live, isn’t it? I only have one thing for you, Jongin; my empire is your legacy.
…Me? You can’t pass everything to me. What about Sehun? He’d do a better job-
Seoul’s underbelly is not fit for a man who kills because he can. There are assets I own, properties, servants, pets - that would be better off in your hands. Come and see me next week. I have something to give you.
But-
You finally have the approval I know you’ve been thirsting for, so why do you want to refuse?
Things had changed all too fast in too short a space of time. The things that people did when terminal illness crept up on them from behind.
Kim Jongin was a man of many faces, but the real one was the man with the innocence of a boy.
He goes to visit his father the next week as ordered.
The old boss waves a hand in the direction of the exit and the servant standing there ducks out of the room, the ornate doors shutting quietly behind him. Jongin waits with muted feelings of curiosity for whatever it is about to be presented to him.
The servant knocks quickly before entering and Jongin sucks in a breath through his nose.
Two boys shuffle inside after the maid. Their dress is identical, both garbed in loose cotton robes of some sort; their age no doubt is too - even their faces - and Jongin realizes they’re twins.
They’re probably older than him, he thinks, but their youthful visage says the opposite.
Jongin surveys their features carefully. One is blond with dark, smouldering eyes, his mouth set in a grim, stubborn line. The other boy, skin of alabaster and ruby-red hair, shrinks away behind his twin and lowers his gaze to the ground. The blond reaches a hand behind his back to comfort him and Jongin notices a chain of several feet that trails from the cuff around his left wrist. His eyes dart to the collars curled around each boy’s throat and his stomach does several flips when his head finally puts it all together.
They’re his father’s pets.
“There you are,” the old boss says. “They’re all yours. The blond one is Suho, and the red is Joonmyun.”
“Trophy pets,” Jongin says dumbly, still trying to wrap his head around it. He’s not sure if he should be pleased, or disgusted. His father had been married, for god’s sake.
He feels Suho glaring at him and his nerves spark with the imminent challenge; part of him knows he can wipe the defiance off that face without even breaking a sweat, while another part of him is sympathetic at their fate as toys. Joonmyun though, is still timidly clutching at the back of Suho’s clothing and Jongin suddenly feels the harrowing need to push him around just to watch him cry.
The word ‘owner’ leaves a foul taste in his mouth. How many times had his father used the two boys, made them suck him off before he went to sleep, spread their legs to be fucked, or paraded them around to show off to his friends? His mind reels with thoughts, which must have shown on his face because his father chuckles.
“They’re unused,” he says, smiling slightly. “Haven’t laid a finger on them. I sold the old one and bought these two, but I haven’t had a chance to play with them at all since I fell ill. A pity, because they look like they’d be good fun.”
The corner of Suho’s mouth twitches and he scowls.
“What do I do with them?” Jongin asks, trying not to watch the way Joonmyun’s cheeks go pink.
His father shrugs. “Whatever you like,” he replies. “Neither of them are fully broken in. You’ll have to finish that yourself, of course, but obedience is easy to teach for people like us.”
Joonmyun chews on his lip and glances at Suho worriedly. His brother grasps his hand firmly and gives him a consoling squeeze.
He’ll die before he hurts you.
“I did consider giving one each to you and Sehun,” Jongin’s father adds, almost as an afterthought. “But they hissed and spat for so long about being separated that I decided I’d just throw them both at you.”
“Thank you,” Jongin says, because he doesn’t know what else to say. Fortunately, the servant at the door interrupts them, pressing his finger to his earpiece to receive the incoming message.
“Sir?” he inquires.
Jongin’s father tilts his head. “Yes?”
“There’s a silver Porsche at the gates. You have a visitor, sir.”
It must be Sehun’s, Jongin thinks. His younger brother’s flamboyance and finer tastes showed blatantly in everything he owned.
“That’s your cue to go,” his father says, and whatever relationship had been built between them in the last half hour seems to have vanished. “Take the twins with you. I’ll let you know when I get all the new ownership documents finalized for you.”
Jongin bows his head in acknowledgment and spins on his heel. The servant opens the door for him and he walks past the twins, who look at back and forth between Jongin and each other. The old boss nods his chin at them.
“Go,” he says, and Jongin briefly looks over his shoulder to find the boys following him. “And keep an eye on Suho, the little spitfire.”
Suho’s scowl runs even deeper and Joonmyun winces at the grip his brother has on his thin wrist. The chains trail along on the ground after them as they hurry to match Jongin’s footsteps. The metallic noises get louder on the concrete outside, and Joonmyun quickly pauses to gather up the thick metal links before anybody stands too close and trips up. Servants are already waiting by Jongin’s car with the twins’ belongings packed into a pair of suitcases, which they pile into the boot as soon as Kyungsoo has it opened.
Jongin slides into the front seat a little numbly. He’s sure he’s going to need a few days to process everything that’s happened.
The passenger door behind the driver’s seat opens and Suho climbs in first, pulling Joonmyun in after him.
Kyungsoo watches Suho make sure Joonmyun’s buckled in safely in the rearview mirror and raises an eyebrow. “Well,” he says, turning the key in the ignition, but that’s the end of the conversation. “Where to?”
“Apartment,” Jongin answers shortly. “I’ve got a lot of things to think about.”
The truth be told, Sehun can go fuck himself.
Their father had passed away in his sleep not even a month ago and the asshole was already overstepping his territory.
“How come the bastard gave you his entire empire, and I got nothing?”
Jongin’s eyes scan the reports Minseok had placed on his desk. A string of his low-end restaurants had been trashed by Sehun’s crew that night but no money was taken, no patrons hurt. It was just a minor jab in Jongin’s side - a reminder that Sehun was there and wasn’t leaving without a fight.
A coward’s move. Like low-end restaurants couldn’t be fixed cheaply. The hotel chains and clubs Jongin had invested in, however, would be a different matter.
His father’s assets hold little meaning to him. Just more properties, more luxuries, more things he already had. He had enough assets of his own - things he’d built up and acquired with his own hard work. Sehun could have his father’s empire if he was that hell-bent on it, for all Jongin cared, but Jongin in much of a mindset to simply roll over like a dog and hand it to him. He’d even settle for Sehun’s word to never set foot in his territory again.
Jongin crushes the reports and throws them in the wastepaper basket. He’ll get someone else to deal with it and he can decide what he wants to do about Sehun tomorrow. It’s late and Jongin hasn’t seen the twins all today.
They’d been living in his apartment block for at least three weeks now. His expertise in mafia trophy pets was less than zero, and he’d considered selling them off but his father had probably paid a fortune for them, so out of disrespect he’d given them a room and ordered the maids to keep them fed and watered. He’d tried to take a warm approach first and break them down bit by bit; sharing his bed with two others who despised him was far from appealing.
He’d spent the past few weeks asking about their hobbies and things they liked to do, to which Joonmyun meekly replied that he liked reading, while Suho lips stayed shut. Jongin gave them access to what meagre books he had in his apartment and offered to buy them more, let them have free rein of his apartment and even cooked the occasional dinner when he wasn’t out conducting business. Joonmyun had shyly come up to the dinner table after being called and looked nervous at the prospect of a having a meal that hadn’t been made by the live-in servants who resided upstairs. Suho had eyed them like the food was poisoned before retreating to his room and Joonmyun had had to pluck up the courage amidst his embarrassment to ask if he could bring food to his brother.
But even if Suho is still acting cold, Jongin has noticed Joonmyun is slowly warming up.
They’d had their fair share of trivialities and bumps in the road too; half a week after moving into the apartment block, Jongin had looked at their limited belongings and sighed. His father probably hadn’t been keen on his pets having independence.
“We’re going to the department store in the morning,” he’d informed them the night before. “You need some proper clothes.”
And not the skimpy material you call decent, he’d added in his head.
“But it’s the only thing the old master wanted us to wear,” Joonmyun had blurted out, and Suho wanted to elbow him for talking back.
Jongin had shrugged it off and met them in their bedroom the next morning. “Minseok’s waiting in the car for us.”
The twins had looked at each other apprehensively. Suho, much to Jongin’s surprise, had stared him down and held out his left arm, chain trailing from the cuff welded around his wrist.
“You forgot to chain us,” he said flatly.
Jongin had been bewildered. “What are you talking about?” Maybe he’d have to see to getting those marks of ownership removed.
“The old master always had us chained to his belt when he took us with him. So we couldn’t escape. Not that we had intentions,” Suho’d added quickly, like he was going to be punished for speaking ill of a very important person. “He would always know whenever we tried to move somewhere.”
It had taken Jongin at least ten minutes to convince them he wasn’t his father, and wasn’t going to chain them to him if they didn’t want it. Except Joonmyun had still insisted on clipping the end of his chain to one of Jongin’s belt loops because he “felt safer that way”.
It was awkward enough for Jongin, going about in broad daylight looking like someone with a severe slave fetish, and in the end he just had the servants go out and buy whatever for them.
Jongin’s phone buzzes on his desk, pulling him out of his thoughts. He finds a new message from Baekhyun telling him he’s already dealt with the restaurant situation and gotten it covered up. The unspoken question about Sehun’s involvement is there but Jongin doesn’t deign to reply. He loosens the tie strangling his neck and heads down to twins’ bedroom. He pokes his head in see Joonmyun reading on the bed under the lamplight, Suho snuggled comfortably next to him. Something inside him pulls; it’s a degree of closeness Jongin hasn’t yet felt from the blond twin. God be damned if Suho even smiles at him.
“Have you eaten?” Jongin asks. The boys nod. “Alright. Have a good night, then.” The door softly closes.
Joonmyun looks up from his book. “The old master never once asked if we’d eaten,” he says sombrely. “Is Master Jongin really in the mafia?”
“Don’t call him that, he already said he doesn’t like it,” Suho chides him. “It hasn’t even been that long since he were given to him. I keep telling you, Joonmyun, he’s just buttering you up. He’s only being nice so he can fuck us later.”
Joonmyun’s brow furrows. “But that was why we were bought,” he points out. “So we could be fucked, wasn’t it?”
Suho exhales deeply and Joonmyun feels it on the back of his neck. “You like him far more than you should,” he says bitterly. “If I asked you run away tonight, you wouldn’t come. You’d stay.”
Joonmyun drops his book in shock and loses the page he’s up to. “No!” he gasps. “That’s not true. Jongin treats us like people. Not like… pets.”
“That’s what we are, Joon. Pets. Holes to shove a cock in. Prizes to be shown off.”
“But…” Joonmyun trails off and bites his lip. “Jongin’s not the same as the old master. He gives us freedom. And I-well- ”
“…You what?” Suho prompts, raising an eyebrow.
“I-I don’t think- ” Joonmyun goes a fierce red. “It’s not like I would really mind if he fucked me…” He grabs his book and flips to a random page. He knows Suho’s eyes are drilling into the back of his head, expression unreadable, silent and devoid of expression.
Finally, Suho shakes his head hopelessly. “You could at least pretend to read your book the right way up,” he says dryly, and swipes it from Joonmyun’s hands. He puts it on the nightstand and flips the switch for the lamp. “Go to bed. You’re tired.”
“But what if he wanted to sleep with you- ” Joonmyun prods - “but how come you don’t like him- ”
“You can’t trust anyone connected to the underground like he is. He’s probably killed more people than you’ve slept with at the whorehouse. Go to sleep, Joon.”
I just want to protect you.
Joonmyun pouts, but inside he knows his brother is only looking out for him. All his life, thick and thin, it’s only been the two of them. He slides a little further under the covers of their shared bed and lets Suho’s arms around his waist lull him to sleep.
The next night Jongin comes back from a meeting, the twins in the back seat with him, since Minseok’s taken the front passenger seat. Kyungsoo parks the Lexus and suddenly groans. “That looks horribly like Baekhyun.”
Joonmyun and Suho don’t know him, neither do they recognize the short, slim figure perched upon the boot of the only other car in the parking lot. This must be him.
Jongin steps out of the car and the twins after him.
“Hey, boss,” Baekhyun greets him brightly. “I got a present for ya.” He hops off the back of his car and pops the boot to reveal a man gagged and trussed up inside, still struggling.
“Who’s he?” Jongin inquires, eyes narrowing.
“Caught him last night sneaking around the place that he and his little friends trash- ”
Jongin pulls a pistol from inside his jacket and fires several rounds into the man’s chest. He makes a choked noise and stills.
Baekhyun screeches. “Boss! You couldn’t have at least waited until I got him out of there? Now there’s blood in my car-”
“You wouldn’t have gotten anything out of him,” Jongin shrugs. “Sehun’s just playing games with me. Send the body back to his stupid ass if you want.”
Behind Suho, Joonmyun whimpers slightly and burrows his face into Suho’s shoulder. Baekhyun latches on almost immediately, his pearly-whites lighting up in his face in the gloom of the streetlights.
“Naw. Cute, boss. You got- ”
Jongin rolls his eyes. “Goodnight, Baekhyun.” He motions for the twins to follow and Joonmyun immediately grabs his hand tightly. Suho pauses, a little miffed that Joonmyun had gone for Jongin instead.
“My intention wasn’t to scare you,” Jongin says when they’re inside and out of the cold night air. Joonmyun realizes he’s still gripping his hand and quickly lets go.
“I’m not scared,” he insists in a wobbly voice. He tries to meet Jongin’s gaze bravely. “I’ve seen it before.”
Suho touches his arm warningly.
Joonmyun shakes him off. “My family was all shot in the same way you just killed that man.”
Hmm, Jongin thinks. Well. “Come sit down,” he says, because Joonmyun looks like he’s going to tear up. “Talk about it if you want to.”
Jongin plops down on a sofa and Joonmyun automatically curls into his side. “Our mother was a problem gambler,” he mumbles. Suho is stuck between either sitting next to his brother or on Jongin’s other side. Instead, he opts for the single armchair across from both of them, his stomach churning slowly. He hopes Joonmyun won’t regret this.
“She gambled and lost all our money. She ended up owing some gang and tried to drink her problems away. They made us watch them kill everyone and told us to learn our lesson.”
Jongin hums. “And then what?”
“We lived on the streets. It was hard and in the end we sold ourselves to this… industry. It was the only way we could get food, a roof over our heads- ” Joonmyun makes an unintelligible noise and breaks off.
“Okay. That’s enough.” Jongin cards his fingers through Joonmyun’s soft, red hair. “You can stop there.” The twins had the history any other street kid out there had, but the red-haired boy sounded so broken, so helpless that Jongin is at a loss for words.
The room is silent, save for the sounds of Joonmyun’s sniffles.
“I don’t have my mother,” Jongin finally. “She was a mistress to my father because his wife never gave him children, and he killed her as soon as my younger brother was born.”
Suho mulls it over. This wasn’t quite what he expected. He’d never seen the wife of his old master. Had he killed her too?
He watches Joonmyun lean into Jongin’s tender touch, fitting into the curve of his side like he’d been there all his life. He wants to pull Joonmyun back, pull him away because this isn’t how it’s supposed to be between the two of them at all. There are very few people Joonmyun trusts anymore.
Suho is suddenly aware of Jongin’s gaze on him; Jongin raises his unoccupied arm in an offer of comfort but Suho’s gut twists horribly and he marches from the room in a huff. Did he think Suho was his too, just because Joonmyun was being affectionate?
He climbs into bed early but his mind doesn’t relent; all he sees is Joonmyun with someone else and not him.
He doesn’t fall asleep - can’t fall asleep - until later, when Joonmyun crawls into bed, whispering apologies and drifts off murmuring promises into the crook of Suho’s neck. He knows Joonmyun will always come back but he’s losing him, and it’s making him fall apart inside.
Suho suspects the incident with Baekhyun is the cause of his twin’s sudden change in behaviour. Joonmyun strays a lot these days, eager to spend time with Jongin at breakfast, happy to curl up with Jongin when he relaxes with a glass of wine at night, willingly following him to business meetings and the like if he’s allowed to. If Jongin is surprised, he doesn’t show it. Joonmyun laps up the attention while Suho pointedly keeps his distance.
“He must despise me,” Jongin remarks, after Suho had stormed off because Joonmyun had chosen to snuggle up with someone else again on the sofa. Jongin looks down at the boy’s head pillowed in his lap. “Does he ever tell you why?”
Joonmyun idly picks at a loose thread on Jongin’s pants. “For a long time,” he sighs, “we only had each other. Sometimes when I couldn’t beg enough money off the streets he’d risk his life to steal food for me so I wouldn’t starve. At the brothel, when we were too tired from being used all day he’d let them take him away so I could sleep easy at night. We had the same face; what was the difference if they fucked me or him? When we had nobody else, he was the only one who looked after me.”
“I… see.” Jongin runs a hand through the boy’s soft strands. “I just want him to know that I’m not here to hurt him.”
Strange words coming from a mafia head’s mouth, Joonmyun thinks. He tilts his head up to look at his owner, tears prickling at the corner of his eyes. “He won’t care if you hurt him. He just doesn’t want you to hurt me,” he tells him, “because I’m all he has left.”
Suho is still awake when Joonmyun climbs into bed that night.
“Joonmyun,” he says slowly, once the lights are off, “we need to talk.”
“I know what you’re going to say. I don’t hate him,” Joonmyun replies plainly. “He doesn’t hit me. He doesn’t shout at me for things I didn’t even do. He doesn’t drug me up so people can use me for hours and hours on end-”
“He’s mafia! How many of his men do you think have fucked us while we were still in the whorehouse?”
“Forget that, it’s already happened!” Joonmyun yells weakly. “We have somewhere to live and we’ll never go hungry again. All we have to do is spread our legs for one man - and as if we don’t know how to do that!” He clenches his fingers angrily in the sheets. “He can protect us, and you’re throwing it away.”
The ensuing silence stretches between them. It takes Suho a moment to realize Joonmyun is crying.
After they’d been sold from the whorehouse to an uncertain future as trophy pets, Suho had promised Joonmyun he’d never let anyone make him cry again.
He’s broken his own promise and he feels the weight of the world suddenly crash down on his shoulders.
“No,” he chokes out, “that’s not- ” Suho moves under the covers until he’s pressed up against his twin’s back, arms wrapping around his heaving chest to comfort him. He’s surprised he doesn’t get violently shoved away. “I’m… sorry. I don’t know if he had any more of a choice to be in his position than we do, but people like him are surrounded by death on all sides, Joonmyun. What if I lose you? What will I do then?”
Joonmyun finds his twin’s hand and holds it to his chest. “You won’t. Can you promise me you’ll give him a chance?”
“I…” Suho trails off uncertainly, words caught in his throat. He bites his lip and inhales deeply to calm himself down. “I cantry. But on the one condition- ”
Joonmyun turns over so he faces his twin. “What condition?” he asks.
“Back off. Give him space. You can judge a person by the way they act when they don’t have what they want.”
Suho can almost hear the gears grinding in Joonmyun’s mind, and then the final click. It was only for a few days, and if that let Suho see what kind of person Jongin was, then it was fine by him.
“Okay,” Joonmyun breathes. “Okay.”
He doesn’t say anything else for so long that Suho nearly thinks he’s fallen asleep.
“It’s not like the old master gave him a choice to take us,” Joonmyun whispers. “We got forced on Jongin just as much as he got forced on us. He could’ve sold us back to the whorehouse if he didn’t want us, you know, or just thrown us back onto the streets. But he didn’t.”
Jongin, to his credit, doesn’t actually notice Joonmyun’s absence all that much. He’s got other things on his mind, a heist or two to run. But at night when he’s flipping through some reports from Kyungsoo with the TV news blaring in the background, he misses the ball of warmth usually glued to his side. He double-checks on them to make sure they’ve eaten and haven’t come down the flu or anything but they nod and tell him they’re fine. Jongin shrugs and leaves them to their own devices; Joonmyun will come back to him.
The twins continue to avoid his presence for the next two days and he’s on the verge of addressing the issue directly when one of his right-hands call him with an emergency.
“Sir, I got a tip-off,” Minseok pants, and Jongin can hear the sound of tyres screeching, “the warehouse four on the north side to be raided tonight. They said Sehun’s going to be there.”
Warehouse four is Jongin’s biggest weapons storage location, with enough artillery to arm Sehun’s side for months if he gets hold of it.
By the time Jongin’s made it out the door Kyungsoo’s already on his way to the car, his own weapons packed in what looks like the average businessman’s briefcase.
Minseok’s informants had been correct on all fronts but one; Sehun wasn’t to be seen near the warehouse at all but the three of them had been able to keep the situation under control until Baekhyun and Chanyeol had arrived with back-up. Their losses hadn’t been too bad but they’d have to move their arms to a better place, now that Sehun had somehow found out where it was, and next week’s arms shipments would also have to be diverted to another coast point.
Jongin leaves a complaining Baekhyun to secure the warehouse for the night and returns to his apartment in a grumpy state of mind, punching in entry codes and slamming every door he walks through. A long, hot shower to soothe his frazzled nerves would be nice.
He comes out of his ensuite with a towel draped around his hips and stops in the middle of towelling his hair dry when he finds Joonmyun sitting alone on his bed.
The boy draws his knees up to his chin and averts his eyes. “I-I just wanted to ask if - if you were okay,” he stammers, his cheeks going pink. The loud noises echoing through the apartment when Jongin had come home had startled him. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to come in to- ”
“Mmm.” Jongin hums, non-committal. “I’m fine.” He gives himself a quick rubdown before throwing the towel onto a chair and pulling on underwear.
Joonmyun inadvertently peeps at him while he pretends the bed is very interesting. Water drips from Jongin’s hair, rolls down the tanned planes of his back and disappears into the waistband of his briefs. His broad shoulders look invitingly warm, Joonmyun thinks, and in the second it takes for Jongin to turn around and catch him fantasizing about his thighs and pert curve of his ass, Suho opens the door.
“What’s going on,” he says blankly.
Jongin raises an eyebrow, but he doesn’t miss the way Suho’s eyes flicker ever so hastily across his body.
“Joon, why are you in here?”
The boy pouts. “It wasn’t anything bad,” he protests indignantly. He crosses his legs to hide his erection but Suho’s already onto him, tugging him off the bed and out the door. Suho passes Jongin a look over his shoulder but the latter shrugs and runs his towel through his hair, muscles and tattoo of his gang insignia bunching at the shoulders as he stretches out his lithe, lean form.
“I didn’t touch him,” he says simply, a smile playing on his lips. “He came on his own.”
Suho’s brow creases in confusion. He’d rushed over the second he discovered Joonmyun wasn’t in their room. His first assumption had been that Jongin was having a shit day and needed to take his frustration out on somebody else.
“Suho,” Joonmyun whines. “He wasn’t forcing himself on me. Come on. Stop staring at him.”
Suho realizes he’s actually been frowning at Jongin for probably longer than what’s socially appropriate. “Let’s go,” he says, flushing slightly and reaching for the door knob, “I’ll help you out.”
Jongin drops everything in his hands as soon as the words leave Suho’s lips.
I’ll help you out.
God be damned if his mind wasn’t conjuring up a plethora of dirty images for him. Surely that wasn’t what the blond meant. It’s not like Jongin couldn’t see that Joonmyun was aroused; the boys probably hadn’t been used in weeks, even months depending on when his father bought them, so maybe his mind or ears were just playing tricks. They were twins, lord almighty.
He tries to clear his head - blowdrying his hair, changing into nightclothes that he doesn’t even wear, making his bed for no reason at all - before he gives up and tiptoes down to the twins’ bedroom. He thinks he can already hear noises coming from the other side of the door and carefully opens it a crack.
Even in the muted lamplight, every detail gets burned into his eyes. Suho has Joonmyun on his back and pressed into the bed, shirt shoved up around his nipples and legs spread obscenely wide. The blond is nestled between them, his hand reaching into Joonmyun’s pants and jerking him off with fast, heated strokes while he swallows down the noises that escape Joonmyun’s mouth.
“Ssh,” Suho whispers, “keep quiet. Someone will hear you.”
Joonmyun whimpers but he nods in agreement, bucking furiously up into the hand fisted around his length while he bites down on his lip to silence himself.
“That’s it,” Suho coos, mouthing wet kisses down the column of Joonmyun’s neck, “that’s perfect, Joon. Just let me take care of you…”
Outside, Jongin curses every holy being above and their mother. He wanders back to his room in a daze and wonders how long this is going to haunt him for. He deals with his problem in the bathroom without further ado and falls back into bed. In spite of his tiredness he can’t find it in him to sleep, instead turning over and over because all he can think of are the twins in their bedroom, touching each other, debauching each other-
Was this a common occurrence for them?
It must be, if Joonmyun’s blatant willingness was anything to go by. A thought strikes Jongin. This had probably been their selling point during their time at the whorehouse. No sane man would turn down the chance to ruin Joonmyun, turn him into a sobbing, crying mess; or bend Suho over and fuck him into obedience.
He groans aloud when he realizes he’s hard again, cutting himself short when door opens and Joonmyun’s slight figure slips inside.
“What’s wrong?” Jongin asks, perplexed. The boy doesn’t say anything so he throws back the covers and lets Joonmyun crawl into the warmth. “Where’s Suho?”
“He’s coming,” Joonmyun mumbles. “I wanted to say sorry. For, um, about him.”
“I’m more or less used to it,” Jongin shakes his head. “You don’t get worse than Baekhyun, the rude little shit.” He feels Joonmyun curl up around his arm when the door opens again, and Suho’s there.
The blond crosses the room, peels back Jongin’s covers without a word and slides into place on Jongin’s other side.
It’s quite the situation, Jongin finds, lying with one twin sandwiched on each side of him. If either one decided to move too much they’d feel his boner and Suho would have Joonmyun out of there faster than Jongin can pull his pants down. But Suho of all people, in his bed - he doesn’t dare to look for fear of somehow jinxing everything. He’s baffled. He briefly plays with the thought of Joonmyun having convinced him - but how? With his body? And then his mind lands in the gutter again and his mouth betrays him.
“Did you fuck?” he blurts out.
“What’s it to you?” Suho shoots back. He hears Jongin snort under his breath and feels the satisfaction at having ticked him off. “Show him, Joon.”
The next thing Jongin knows is that his hand’s being guided by Joonmyun’s, over the boy’s back and stopping on his ass.
“You can feel for yourself,” Joonmyun says shyly, propping his leg up for him. Jongin can’t stop his fingers from trembling as he dips them between Joonmyun’s ass cheeks, feeling for the rim of muscle that tightens under his touch. It’s hot, wet, and two of Jongin’s digits penetrate him easily.
“Of course I fucked him,” Suho informs him loftily. “I don’t lie when I say I’m going to take good care of him.”
“What about you?” Jongin says, voice thick with lust. He can feel his cock pulsing hard between his legs. “Why are you here?”
The corner of the blond’s mouth quirks up. “He said he wanted to see you to fuck me.”
Joonmyun makes a horrified noise. “You said you wouldn’t tell him!” He covers his burning face with his hands. “Suho- ”
“It’s fine,” Jongin growls, rolling over and trapping Joonmyun’s body underneath his own. “You just want somebody to take care of him, don’t you?”
Joonmyun nods emphatically, delighted that he understands.
Suho eyes Jongin like a predator sizing up its prey. “Got enough guts to fuck me, then?” he sneers.
Jongin clambers off Joonmyun, tosses off the sheets and pins Suho to the mattress with his weight. “Don’t talk to me like that,” he hisses. “My father was right to keep an eye on you.” He leans down and claims Suho’s mouth hungrily, hearing Joonmyun whimper beside him.
Suho grinds up into Jongin’s bulging crotch but Jongin slaps him back down; they break apart for air and Jongin snatches lube from the nightstand’s bottom drawer.
“Strip,” he commands, but the twins are already half-way there. It was probably a command long-ingrained in their brains. As soon as Suho’s last piece of clothing hits the floor Jongin is upon him again, dipping his knee between the blond’s thighs to separate them. He dribbles lube between Suho’s ass cheeks and onto his fingers before easing the first one in gently, and his eye twitches when Suho has the nerve to laugh at him.
“Just the one?” he drawls. “What do you think I am, a doll?”
Jongin shoves in one more and pumps the digits fast, curling them on the occasion to hear Suho try and muffle his groans with his forearm before he ups it to a third, and eventually a fourth out of spite. He stretches himself over Suho’s body with the grace of a panther, nosing at Suho’s collarbones, neck, shoulders, nipping hard until he’s sure there will be marks in the morning.
“Think I could take your fist?” Suho taunts him.
Jongin bites him under the ear and relishes the choked noise he makes. Joonmyun wails at his twin, fretting and urging him stop toeing the line.
“I didn’t think you liked to talk so much,” Jongin grits out, withdrawing his fingers. “Get on all fours.”
Suho grins to himself and obeys. Jongin actually thought he was in charge. How funny.
“Joonmyun,” Jongin says, and both boys pause.
“Y-yes?”
Jongin points to the headboard and the red-haired twin is all pale gangly limbs as he squeezes in between the headboard and Suho. It suddenly clicks in their heads, what Jongin wants them to do.
Suho makes a jab over his shoulder. “You think making me suck my own twin off will put me in my place?” he laughs. “You think we haven’t done this before?”
That, Jongin grudgingly admits, had been his exact intentions. “Be quiet,” he retorts. He lubes himself up generously, spreading Suho’s ass and rubs the blunt tip of his cock teasingly against his hole before pushing in. He starts fucking him without reprieve, because he knows there isn’t any expected from him, and because he’s got an itch to pound the defiant smirk right off that handsome face.
Suho parts his legs further, gasping wildly at the sensation of Jongin filling him up even more. It had been a while since his whorehouse days and not even the old master liked watching Suho being fucked, instead preferring to see Joonmyun defiled in every way possible.
He nuzzles against the hand Joonmyun has wrapped around his own cock. “Here,” he murmurs, “let me.”
Joonmyun’s normally unsure gaze is totally trusting if not anything else, and he lowers his hand and lets Suho swallow him down. Suho’s hands grip Joonmyun’s waist for leverage as he bobs his head to match Jongin’s pace but it’s too fast; Jongin fucks him with an intensity he hasn’t seen in a long time, his pelvis slapping loudly against Suho’s ass as his thrusts force the entirety of Joonmyun’s cock down his twin’s throat.
“Don’t have so much to say now, do you?” he grunts. He can feel Suho clenching vice-tight around him; he must be close. He reaches a hand down between Suho’s legs and starts pumping him at an unpredictable, erratic rhythm to make him come first.
Suho moans pathetically around Joonmyun’s cock, his abdominal muscles spasming as he blows his load in Jongin’s fist. He looks up at his twin with hazed eyes, pupils blown wide and saliva trailing down his jaw.
Is this what you want? Tell me I look good when I’m being taken care of, Joon, tell me I look good with cock stuffed in all my holes like this.
Joonmyun keens deeply, twisting his fingers in Suho’s blond locks, coming for the second time that night into his mouth. Suho lets Joonmyun’s cock fall from his lips and before Jongin can figure out what they’re up to, Suho has his twin’s mouth meshed against his and they’re sharing an aggressive kiss.
“Fuck,” Jongin spits out, sweat rolling down his forehead. He swears he sees white dripping down Suho’s chin and - did he just fucking wink at him - the sight of it is dirty enough to get him off right away, as well as serve as his fantasy fodder for the next three weeks. He pulls out of Suho’s ass and watches his come leak out with much satisfaction, before throwing him the box of tissues to clean up. He grabs the covers from the floor and flings them back up over the three of them.
“We should go and wash up- ” Suho starts, but Jongin points to Joonmyun, who appears to have passed out and has already slid down most of the headboard.
“In the morning,” Jongin waves it off, helping Suho pull his twin into a more comfortable position under the sheets. Suho ends up squished between the two of them. “Just sleep.”
He and Jongin watch each other warily for some time in the dark, as if they’re waiting for the other person to fall asleep first.
“We’re sick and fucked up, aren’t we?” Suho sighs. “Joonmyun and I.”
Jongin looks uncertain, like he wants to do something but doesn’t know if he should.
“Just do it,” Suho tells him, and Jongin lifts his arm and fits it around Suho’s body. He draws him closer until they’re pressed against each other, and both can smell the cloying scent of sweat and sex.
“No,” Jongin sighs back. “Look at me, not even thirty and destroying half of Seoul, just because I wanted to impress my father. Neither of us are any better than we make ourselves out to be.”
There is some animosity between them that seems to disappear in that confession, some dividing wall that crumbles down; they don’t know what it is, but it lets them all rest easy that night.
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