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Spend enough time smoking in the rain and maybe a blond haired man will sit next to you. A very tall, relatively handsome man. With eyes that feel like molten gold about to burn you alive. But not that handsome. Not the kind of handsome to write in the books.
“I think Han Yoojin-gun is too shy to compliment me normally.”
The dark haired man scowled as Hyunjae took the cigarette from his hand and stubbed it into the bench he sat on. Tossing it to the side, the S-ranker took out an umbrella and placed it over Yoojin’s head. Not that it did any help—Yoojin was already soaked from head to toe.
“I thought you were still in the dungeon.”
“Kang Souyoung told me you were being moody again. What kind of owner would I be if I didn’t take care of my pets?”
“Don’t be a creep, Sung Hyunjae-ssi.”
Hyunjae hummed, his body still warm from the S-rank dungeon made from a world of fire. Using his gloved hand, he tipped Yoojin’s chin up toward him and kissed the side of his jaw. The man startled away for a moment, before giving out a sigh and sitting still. Whether it was droplets of rain or tears falling down Yoojin’s cheeks, Hyunjae knew he couldn’t ask unless he wanted a punch in the stomach. Hyunjae liked showering Yoojin with affection. It was funny to get the F-rankers' restrained reactions. How he would clench and unclench his jaw, unsure of what to say. The way his eyes darted from left to right, his hands fidgeting as if unsure of what to do.
Today was a lucky day, Hyunjae thought, seeing a dark red flush creep up Yoojin’s cheeks as he kissed the shell of his ear. Sneaking a hand around his waist, Sung Hyunjae pulled Yoojin to his chest, letting him rest his head on his shoulder.
“Han Yoohyun was worried about you today.”
Yoojin closed his eyes, turning his head away.
“That isn’t funny.”
Of course. Han Yoohyun had died in a dungeon 5 years ago. It was two years later that Sung Hyunjae found a crippled Han Yoojin standing in front of his office.
—
“Sung Hyunjae-ssi, do you have a moment?”
Kang Souyoung stood from the entrance of the door to the office, a wobbly smile on her face.
“What is it?”
“The brother of Han Yoohyun is here.”
Han Yoohyun? Hyunjae didn’t know he had a brother.
“Let him in.”
Hyunjae wasn’t quite sure what he expected. Certainly not a crippled F-ranker standing tall in the doorway with a battered cap and crutches. The man looked like he was about to fall over. Yet Hyunjae watched as the brother of Han Yoohyun strode over, sat down, and took off his hat. His hair was messy.
“I’m Han Yoojin. Nice to meet you, Sung Hyunjae-ssi.”
It was a clear and confident voice, despite their difference in ranks. Hyunjae had expected the man to stumble on his words, tremble, or at least have a sheen of sweat. Yet nothing was there. Was it a skill? How strange. The Sesong guild leader felt a smile tug at his lips.
“The pleasure is mine. What brings you here today, Han Yoojin-gun?”
From Yoojin’s side, a tuft of orange fur popped out. The creature that Hyunjae registered as a horned flamed lion nuzzled into Yoojin’s hand, before looking at him with curious eyes. Yoojin gently placed the animal Hyunjae would later know as Peace on the desk between them.
“I have something I think you might like.” He said.
—
Yoojin certainly had something Hyunjae wanted. Peace and chirpie were a bonus. So were the Hayeon guild and Dio Valshesis’s twin’s partnership. It was a shame that Bak Yerim and Yoo Myeongwoo went to Hayeon Guild, but Hyunjae could live with it as long as Yoojin stayed in Sesong. Not to say he disregarded the glares Bak Yerim and Yoo Myeongwoo gave him, always itching to have a fight. He found it amusing, this little battle for Yoojin’s hand. But what Hyunjae really wanted was the truth. The nasty secret that was Han Yoojin.
The way he flawlessly predicted who would become S-rankers. The times he would pop up in front of Hyunjae and yell at him until he canceled a certain dungeon raid. The eyes that always darted around when he and Song Taewon were in a room together, as if one of them would die at any moment.
Hyunjae knew it had something to do with Yoohyun’s death. A pestering ghost. But he didn’t mention Han Yoohyun unless he wanted to rile something up in Yoojin. Dead people were in the past, and he liked the idea of Han Yoojin being his. Not that Yoojin would ever admit to that being true. But on days like this, where rain would be pattering on the ground and his brown eyes were rimmed with tears, it was Hyunjae who had the pleasure of kissing them away.
“Don’t,” is what Yoojin said before Hyunjae kissed him again. The umbrella was left forgotten on the ground as Hyunjae gently pushed Yoojin to lay on his back.
“You only ever cry when I mention your dongesang’s name. Why is that, Yoojin-gun?” He watched Yoojin’s lip tremble.
Hyunjae longed for the man to fall to his knees and cry. Yoojin probably got off on imagining ways he could stab a knife in the Sesung leader’s back. Hyunjae acknowledged long ago that they didn’t have the healthiest relationship.
“I don’t.”
“The first key to a successful relationship is opening up to your partner.”
“We’re not dating, asshole!”
Yoojin punched Hyunjae’s chest, even though he knew Hyunjae didn’t feel a thing. The S-ranker let out a fond laugh, cupping Yoojin’s cheek.
“I’m sorry Yoojin-gun. Let me make it up to you.”
“Fuck off!”
He lowered his head down until their noses bumped together. Biting Yoojin’s lips open, a moan briefly escaped the F-ranker’s mouth before being clipped short. Whether it was from embarrassment or exhaustion, Hyunjae didn’t know. But it wasn’t from disgust. Whether it was a hand on the wrist or shoulder, Yoojin always leaned into his warmth. It was done unconsciously, but the act made Hyunjae want to lock Yoojin in a room. Or maybe his pocket where he could keep him pretty and tidy just for himself.
“Yoojin-ssi.” Hyunjae whispered. He slid his hand up and down the man’s waist, the shirt slick with rain. With his other hand tight in Yoojin’s hair, Hyunjae tugged it up, exposing a pale neck. He bit down hard, licking and sucking the indent, scraping his teeth against the leather choker. A present he had given Yoojin last year. Hyunjae sighed into the crook of Yoojin’s neck when he felt a shaky hand tug off his jacket.
Sex was always violent with Yoojin. The man kissed him like he wanted to bite his lips off. Clawed his back with nails that felt like daggers. Not that it bothered Hyunjae. He was a loyal owner, and marks proved who he took care of.
He shook off his jacket, letting his white dress shirt get wet in the rain. Yoojin’s lidded eyes looked up at the skin showing through the shirt, dragging his nails down the fabric.
“Aren’t you going to say thank you? This lowly S-ranker is working so hard to please you.”
Yoojin glared, and pressed his middle finger to Hyunjae’s chest.
“Thank you for being a perverted old geezer with a sex drive.”
Hyunjae laughed. Practically ripping off Yoojin’s pants and boxers, he thrusted two fingers inside and out. Yoojin tried to use his arms to cover his face, but Hyunjae took his wrists and pinned them above his head.
“Look at me, pretty.”
A soft whimper escaped Yoojin’s lips as Hyunjae added another finger, and Hyunjae nearly cooed. He kissed lingering affections onto Yoojin’s neck, and slowly dragged his hand out. He couldn't help but stare at the pink hole fluttering open, practically begging to be filled. Undoing his zipper, he stroked his cock slowly, savoring the sight in front of him.
He sighed as the tip of his cock prodded Yoojin’s entrance. Just an inch took minutes for Yoojin to adjust. Hyunjae waited for the man to relax before brutally snapping his hips forward, bottoming out.
“FUCK—!”
Yoojin screamed, arching his back before trying to move away. This only made Hyunjae grip Yoojin’s hips, grinding in deep. He pushed Yoojin’s legs up to his shoulders, nearly bending him in half like a whore. The F-ranker’s mouth opened in a silent scream, which Hyunjae used as an opportunity to quickly wrap his tie around Yoojin’s hands. Yoojin’s eyes widened, his face turning a dark red.
“Wait wait, you fucking psycho—“
Hyunjae shut him up with a kiss. There was nothing but the filthy slam of skin against skin, and the wet slide of his dick. Hyunjae’s item hated making noise. He found it endearing to hear restrained moans and whines turned into loud chokes. It only made Hyunjae move faster, until the chokes turned into shouts, which turned into high pitched whines. A line of drool escaped Yoojin’s mouth as he came.
Hyunjae licked it off, pressing his hand down on Yoojin’s come covered stomach. He could feel the bump of his dick inside, and pressed down. Yoojin mewled softly, his hands struggling to break free from the tie.
“So sensitive. I’ve only been fucking you for a few minutes and you already came. Do you like me that much?”
“Don’t get an ego,”
Yoojin’s back briefly arched into Hyunjae’s chest after a slow thrust. Hyunjae savored the soft breaths coming from him, bordering on a whine.
“—You just surprised me.”
“Ah, I see. Thank you for the input, dear Yoojin-ssi.”
Hyunjae intently watched the way Yoojin’s mouth became slack. His noises became louder, already out of it from the first orgasm. They had been able to build Yoojin’s stamina up to the point where he could be fucked for more than one round without passing out.
“I would marry you, if you let me.” Hyunjae sighed.
Yoojin hiccuped. “I wouldn’t—ah—want to be tied to a piece of shit like you.”
Hyunjae hummed, kissing Yoojin’s cheek. “I’d give you a new collar. Something red, since you seem to like the earrings so much. We could move into a house together and I’d fuck every last piece of that useless brain out of you. On lucky days, I’d let you suck on my cock while I did paper work. Wouldn’t that be lovely? You could be my personal cocksleeve.”
At some point, Hyunjae had lifted Yoojin to lean his back against the wall. Yoojin tried to close his legs, which made Hyunjae spread them wide. He thrust up, moaning into Yoojin’s ear. Hyunjae jerked Yoojin’s dick until he heard a sob, and white spend spilled over his fingers. He licked it, before shoving his fingers into Yoojin’s mouth until he gagged.
“Peace could be our little pet, and you could play with him when I’m gone. Ah, I’ll buy you slutty little dresses so you could touch yourself at home. Then I would come back and fuck you until you cried. Just like now.”
Yoojin bit Hyunjae’s finger, and he managed to pierce skin. Blood oozed down, and Hyunjae couldn't help but lick it off.
“We’d spend maybe 10 years together, and in that time I’d give you the chance to kill me.”
Dark, furious eyes wet from tears stared straight at him. Yoojin struggled to speak, His hole fluttering around the cock inside him. Nails dug into Hyunjae’s skin.
“I’ll kill you now.” Yoojin growled.
Hyunjae hummed, placing a hand on Yoojin's waist and lifting him up just slightly. He let the sides of his mouth twist up into a smile, releasing his hand and watching Yoojin scream as he fell on Hyunjae’s dick.
“Ah, but you wouldn’t.”
There was the cascading sound of ’ah, ah, ah’ as Yoojin bounced on his cock and struggled to form coherent thoughts. Hyunjae really wanted to fuck it out of him. Make him dick dependent, where the only words Yoojin would speak were ‘more, harder’, and Hyunjae’s name. Put that into a magazine. It would be a great caption for the cover of how to terrify your vanilla partner.
“You need my skills. You may not like living with me, but let’s wait a few years.”
Hyunjae halted his movements to cage his arms around Yoojin. The man was shivering and drooling, eyes delirious. He probably had a fever by now. Hyunjae leaned in close, and whispered into his ear, licking along the edge.
“I’ll treat you well and fix your legs. We’ll make love as if the feelings are real. And maybe, maybe one day, when you have a knife to my neck, I can say I love you and mean it.”
Hyunjae watched as Yoojin’s shoulders shook. In another world, he would have the grace of meeting a Han Yoojin who smiled more often. But here, he had learned the only way to provide comfort was to find a way for the man to let his choked sobs out to the sky. Perhaps Yoojin did love him, to cry from the declaration that their relationship was simply one of benefits. There were mornings after sex that Yoojin would think Hyunjae was asleep, and press hesitant kisses to his neck and lips. But that was something Hyunjae could confront later.
He dragged his cock out so it was barely kissing the entrance, before bottoming back in. At this point the man spoke in a delirious mumble. Hips stuttering, Hyunjae thrust in deep, cumming inside. Yoojin moaned as Hyunjae pulled out. The S-ranker watched as the come dripped down his item’s legs.
Gently, Hyunjae lifted the man up from the bench, pressing a kiss to his temple.
“So good for me. You’re the best I’ve ever had.”
He peppered kisses on Yoojin’s face while listening to choked sobs, carrying him back inside. Their room in Sesung Guild was at the top of the building, so they met the heated space immediately. Taking him to the bathroom, Hyunjae sat down on his knees and prepared a bath. His hand rubbed Yoojin’s back while the man leaned against his shoulder.
From the entrance of the door, some scratching noises emerged.
“Do you want Peace in here?”
Yoojin shook his head, slumping down.
“Not now.” Hyunjae said to the door. The noises slowly stopped, and a soft mew was heard before there was the sound of Peace walking away. A smart familiar, Hyunjae thought.
Testing the water, he slowly lifted Yoojin inside. The man practically melted under his hands as Hyunjae scrubbed his scalp with soap. Pouring water on Yoojin’s head, Hyunjae swept his wet bangs to the side. Yoojin’s forehead was a little warm.
“…Hyunjae-ssi.”
“Yes?”
Yoojin wouldn’t look at him, his eyes trained on the floor.
“Did you mean what you said?”
“You need to specify for me, Yoojin-ssi.”
“…nevermind.”
Hyunjae pressed a kiss on the top of Yoojin’s head. He was so obvious sometimes, but it was endearing.
“If I proposed, would you say yes?”
Yoojin sighed. “How did you know I was asking about that?”
“Lucky guess.”
Yoojin’s eyebrows were knit together, his neck slowly reddening.
“Probably not, no.”
“What a shame.”
Yoojin laughed bitterly, tilting his head up to look at Hyunjae. If the man asked nicely, Hyunjae would gladly stick a knife in his own chest.
“But when you get bored of me, we’ll have divorce papers. I’m taking half of your money.”
Hyunjae thought it would be a bit too cheesy, even for him, if he told Yoojin he was planning to spend the rest of his life beside him. He’d cling onto the F-ranker like a parasite and tie him up if he tried to leave. Oh, how he could whisper sweet devotions while fucking him with chains. How he’d slice up any pest that tried to get close, presenting the head as a meal.
Hyunjae wondered what kind of face Yoojin would make if he told him that.
“Whatever you want,” is what ended up falling out of his mouth. A moment of silence fell between them, before Yoojin gently pushed Hyunjae away.
“Get out, I wanna shower.”
Hyunjae nodded, and started to stand up. But hands suddenly grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him back down.
Soft lips hesitantly pressed against his, a chaste kiss that ended as quickly as it started. When Hyunjae blinked back, he saw Yoojin scowling at the floor with a red face.
“Such a charmer.” Hyunjae joked.
“Yeah yeah, I’ll be done in 20 minutes.”
The S-ranker walked to the door, taking a small glance behind him. He called out to Yoojin while standing under the doorframe.
“I love you, Yoojin-ssi.”
Without looking at him, Yoojin spoke. “You have terrible taste.”
“Won’t you say it back?”
“…”
Hyunjae walked out the door.
—
It was only the next morning, when he felt Yoojin wake up and sleepily kiss his jaw. He stayed as still as possible, since Yoojin would never do this if he knew Hyunjae was awake.
“I love you too.” He heard. The voice was shy, like Yoojin was scared Hyunjae would laugh at him. His warm, little item that existed in a world which had already become dull for Sung Hyunjae. He’d probably go insane if Yoojin died in front of him. He might even cry.
How embarrassing.