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Minsu sighs.
He’d been hoping for a moment to himself. A precious moment of reprieve, absolutely deserved after witnessing things a person probably should not ever have to witness. He wants to go home. Wants to start over and make something of himself while he’s got time.
But once again, he finds himself cornered in his bunk by this Thanos guy - Subong - and his lackey…Namsu?
“It’s Namgyu, dude. Of course we’re doing another game. Right, Minsu? Just one more?”
“Look. We even thought you might appreciate some incentive to stay on this side. We figured since you’re our best man, we’d share the love a bit. So to speak.”
The pair give each other a knowing look, before fixing their sights on Minsu. There’s an unexplainable tension between them, like they know a secret nobody else does. Like they’ve done things only the other knows about.
Like they’re about to let Minsu in on it.
Terrified for what kind of death threat he’s inevitably about to receive, Minsu flinches back and braces himself for the worst when Subong reaches into his jumpsuit to slide something out.
“Chill out, man”, Subong slurs in English. “Just thought you deserved a reward for following so well. It’ll give you…energy, for the next game.”
He’s looking at that cross pendant again. The suspiciously thick one he’s definitely seen Subong and Namgyu fiddling with once or twice, sharing nondescript and colourful pills like little candies.
The pair usher Minsu to one of the deserted lower bunk beds, earning funny looks from the remaining players but no questions. Minsu kind of wishes they would.
Problem - the bunk is right underneath one camera, in its blind spot, but facing another directly across the room. Noticing this, Namgyu sits with his back to the camera, pulling Minsu between his legs to press his chest flush against his back. Touchy weirdo.
Cross in hand, Subong settles himself an acceptable distance from Minsu and pops the lid. One, two, three pills are picked out from the box, piquing Minsu’s interest. How many are in there? How’d he even sneak these in here?
Subong snaps the cross shut before Minsu can think of any more questions, letting the pendant drop and sway jerkily around his neck. They’re shared out - a red tablet for Minsu, blue for the other two. Then comes the expectant stare - the next step. Right. Minsu feels Namgyu’s own eyes burning into the back of his head.
Apprehensively, Minsu rolls the chalky pill between his thumb and forefinger. It’s not like he’s scared of such a tiny pill or anything - it’s just the burning glares, the twin cat-like eyes on him that have his chest tightening with something akin to fear, an anticipatory feeling different to the panic he’d experienced not an hour earlier.
An impatient hand snatches the pill from Minsu. Subong scoffs, muttering something in English to himself (“Come on!”) before opening his mouth with an expectant “aahhh” - kind of like how the dentist from Minsu’s childhood would try and coax him to open up when he got spooked by the equipment.
As if on instinct, Minsu follows suit and blinks when the pellet is dropped on to his tongue, a deft hand coming to cup his jaw to shut it.
The taste is foul, bitter, and the grainy texture coats his mouth. From behind him, Namgyu skates his fingers across Minsu’s throat, as if he were a cat taking meds - unbidden, his heartbeat speeds up as what’s about to happen really settles in.
With no air of confidence, the pill is crushed between teeth. Minsu feels the bitter fizzle of the thing melt down, foreign and unnatural - settling deep inside him. No turning back.
He winces at the feeling, not at all relaxed by the sickly satisfied grins painted across Subong and Namgyu’s faces.
“There’s my boy. You took it well. Feel it yet?” Subong ruffles Minsu’s hair playfully as if what just happened wasn’t the single most rebellious thing he’d ever done in his sad, sorry life. Fuck. What would his mom think?
Does he feel it yet? Well, the room is getting increasingly smaller. Is it that strong?
The remaining two pills are eagerly taken by the other two, their giddy looks making his tongue heavy in his mouth. Yeah, he feels it. It’s heady, Minsu almost feels like his brain is too big for his skull, and Subong’s giggling like an idiot.
“You baby. One’s nothing.” Easy enough for him to say.
He takes out another red pill, holding it so close to Minsu’s face he goes a bit cross-eyed. Someone’s thumb pries his mouth open. The second isn’t as foul-tasting as the first, but it hits him harder. Vision goes blurry. That second red pill has his mind racing — Did they all take the same pill? Something about that one thought, past the fog in his head, sets alarm bells blaring. Minsu is dizzy and heavy and hot and the others seem just fine - more spring in their step. More excitement in those eyes.
He hasn’t got time to process that fear - he’s being ushered from his spot on the bunk bed and across the floor of the common area. He’s overheating. Were the colours always this bright in here?
“Where are we going?” The voice comes from outside his body. It sounds wrong, stilted. He appreciates the sturdy warmth on either side of him.
The pair glance at one another once again. There’s something else behind their looks this time.
“You look a little washed out, Su-ah. Let us help you. We don’t want you making any wrong decisions tomorrow.”
It must be quite a sight - Subong bouncing loosely on his heels, Namgyu leveling everyone with that sick glare, and Minsu between them, droopy-eyed and pink all over. Any remaining patrons of the male bathroom are hit with a stink-eye that empties it in seconds.
Somehow, the floor in the bathroom is falling away from him. Luckily, he’s got two anchors to help him to the mirror, where he’s promptly waterboarded - “You’re drooling all over yourself, don’t want you looking like that when we head back out there” - and permitted (forced) to see his own reflection. There’s a hand cupping his chin, middle finger and thumb squeezing his soft cheeks together and puffing out his lips, and another hand threaded through his hair yanking his head upright.
He doesn’t look like himself. More pathetic than he’s seen himself for a while, hair already mussed and blushing - it's so hot - all the way down his neck. The men on either side of him come to level, their heads forming a triplet that kind of looks like a stick of hanami dango to Minsu's addled mind. There's a beat of silence where they're all trained on Minsu's face, and he can feel it - feel that something's going to give soon, tip him over the edge one way or another, and he's completely helpless to stop it. Namgyu shakes him a little, his thumb digging into his cheek, his teeth through it.
"Hmm, pretty. How'd a pretty thing like you end up in a place like this?"
Minsu feels something simmer in his belly at that, his arms suddenly feeling a bit wobbly where they hold him up. Subong's hand tightens in his hair and pulls back, harder, exposing his neck.
"Señorita."
His voice is low, hot against his skin. Minsu breathes out, still staring at his own reflection over his nose, and a dog-like whine comes along with it. It's so unlike his own voice that Minsu's eyes widen and he feels twice as lightheaded, stifled by the heat crawling up his chest and the bodies on either side of him.
Finally, some of that crude smugness melts from the other men, their gazes turning to pure hunger. They exchange feverish looks before Minsu's being dragged into one of the closest bathroom stalls and thrown against the left wall of the stall, with the sound of the door slamming and locking following soon after.
And then there's hands all over him, someone's mouth on his like they're trying to lick the tongue out of his mouth, and that's the edge. The fall he'd been expecting. And he wants to fight, he does, because it's wrong, and he knows it's wrong — he's under the influence, vulnerable, and he's meant to hate it — but he doesn’t.
Heat flows through his body and he realises, belatedly, that he’s getting hard. Shit. He’s getting hard just from the hands twisted into his shirt, the heavy panting echoing through the room.
His chest throbs as he knocks his head back against the wall and lets go, letting the frantic kiss get messier and more desperate as he clutches at the green fabric caging him in. Someone's got a hand around his throat, too, and it sends a dangerous thrill through his system that makes him cry out.
All at once, the kiss is broken and he's facing Subong, so close it makes his eyes cross, and he tries to duck back for more. Namgyu's hand on his throat stops him in his tracks, and he's so disoriented and keyed up that he can barely register how he's being thrown around to face the door, pulled backwards.
This way, Subong is standing in front of him, looking down as he's sat on the closed lid of the toilet while Namgyu just keeps touching him, arms curling around from behind to dip lower and lower, scaling his chest, his waist.
So now, they're in much the same position as before, like they’d been testing out just how willingly he’d fit in. How easy he’d be to use.
The only difference is now, Namgyu is kicking his legs apart and jostling him until Minsu is half hanging off the edge, trapped tight between Namgyu’s thighs, with Subong dropping to kneel at his feet and leer at him like a predator. Minsu finally feels the urge to speak once Subong takes everything a step further and rolls his palms across Minsu's crotch, deft fingers tugging at his waistband and palming his cock through the fabric to melt all coherence from his head.
“Hnng- what are you, uh—nnh, what are you doing to me?”
Minsu feels dumb. His mouth hangs open, slack, letting his tongue peek out like a dog. He feels like a dog, with hands everywhere petting him, words flowing in one ear and out the other. All at once his pants and underwear are rolled down just enough to let his cock up. He's so wet, humiliatingly so, and he goes redder when he sees the two exchange a look between them. The hot spike of embarrassment makes him even wetter, and Subong coos at him mockingly. He examines the cock in front of him, pathetically hard, before flashing him a mean smile and ducking down to take him into his mouth.
Minsu huffs out a long whine as his eyebrows draw together. Short, wiry strands of purple slip under his palms, sticking to his skin with sweat in odd places.
He tries to manage his breathing, feeling untethered and reedy and like his eyes are about to cross into each other and switch places - but Subong only hums and tightens the seal of his lips, wet and hot and so fucking much. He switches it up, so Minsu can't just let himself fall into the heady tempo, and he's forced to feel everything.
Another string of high keens leaves his lips, loud in the empty bathroom. It doesn’t do Minsu any favours, if anything emboldening the guy between his legs and giving Namgyu a reason to wrap that sly palm over his mouth.
It’s like a snake hissing in his ear - “Sound like a fuckin’ girl, Su”, he huffs, almost angry-sounding, and it sends a phenomenal shiver through Minsu’s body that makes him twist his fingers tighter into Subong’s hair. Subong scoffs, laughs at him, and drags his tongue along the sensitive underside of his cock just to make him squirm more.
“No wonder you’re such a fucking pussy. Just like your little girlfriend Semi. She know you’re like this, so easy? I bet she’d be the same. Fuck, you're just a little girl, aren't you? Just letting anyone pull you into the bathroom and mess you up. You'd do anything we say, as long as you get some dick at the end of it.”
Can’t focus, can’t think, fuck, fuck, fuck. Minsu’s head lolls pathetically from side to side in some semblance of a headshake. Who’s Semi again? Minsu’s grip shifts and his fists clench and unclench with every sinful drag.
Short-lived, the pressure alleviates and Subong pulls off to bite meanly at the expanse of thigh beside him, making Minsu twitch and leak with some sick masochistic pleasure. Subong looks restless when he comes off.
“You’ve got a fuckin’ mouth on you, Gyu, shit”, obviously not unaffected; Subong’s eyebrows draw together as he palms himself over his stiff polyester jumpsuit and Minsu’s mouth waters. “Let go of her mouth. Wanna hear my girl cry for me.”
It's Namgyu that lets out a quiet, shaky moan that hits the skin of Minsu’s neck in ripples. Shit.
As soon as the hand over his mouth is peeled away, a string of drool connecting them, Minsu’s body shakes with an unexpected groan. There's tingling in the tips of his fingers and the backs of his thighs, burning in the pit of his stomach because that's wrong, it has to be, but he can’t even pretend to hate it. Namgyu’s pressed against his back in one, searing hot line, his arousal clear and hard against his lower back. It’s too much, he wants to struggle away - and yet, he’s never been harder in his life. He feels sick with arousal. He wants to bend to their every whim — Namgyu's right. He tips his head back and offers the line of his neck in submission.
He can’t think past Subong’s wet mouth returning to his throbbing cock with renewed vigour, Namgyu latching to the side of his neck and marking him up in delicious, wet pulls of his lips and teeth. Without any input from his brain, Minsu bucks his hips up, embarrassingly desperate. Namgyu laughs, wicked and mean, and pins him down by his waist with one arm.
“Fuckin’ pathetic. All it takes is some head to get you riled up, huh?”
Worst of all, Subong looks at Minsu, earnest and cocky in the crease of his brow, using his hands and tongue while keeping his gaze locked on Minsu’s own droopy eyes. He can’t look, he can’t, it’s too much, and his eyes roll back. His hand comes up to cover his own face.
“Look at me. Don’t get shy on me”, Subong only pulls off enough to speak, tongue still laving at his slit and making his words slur together crudely.
He looks. Subong’s pupils are so big and his face is so lewdly drawn in satisfaction that he has to look away again. Namgyu catches his chin and forces his gaze back down, and his thighs shake when Subong smirks and dips back down to mouth at his shaft again.
Minsu grips handfuls of purple hair between his fingers, fucking upward in futile, sloppy strokes and shaking like a leaf where Namgyu pins his waist. He tries his luck again, rolling his hips feebly, and the arm tightens with a “Stay down, boy”, hissed into his ear.
There’s definitely drool smeared across his chin again, but it’s like he’s gone stupid already. Subong’s doing something wicked with his mouth, twisting as he slides up and down, sending chills racing across Minsu’s skin as he works him into the unbearable thrum of pleasure. Shallow, tight bobs of his head keep Minsu tightly-wound and shivering, not enough. And Namgyu sees that too, apparently, because —
"Do it properly, will you?"
Namgyu's fingers meet Minsu's against the purple hair between his thighs, pushing down and catching the other two by surprise. Minsu cries out, hands falling to hang uselessly by his sides as Subong's pulled down to meet his pelvis, and fuck.
"Oh, oh my god I can't —"
Minsu had been with two or three girls before. It was awkward and bad and neither finished nor spoke at all afterward. He’d always been expected to take control, pin them down, blow their minds. But this is different - Minsu is the one bound, tearing up and shivering with every wet pull on his cock, every filthy word whispered into his neck like a secret.
“Shame we only have so much time”, Namgyu’s breath is hot against the shell of Minsu’s ear. “And so little…resources.”
In agreement, Subong nicks his shaft with a dangerous canine, popping off to lean his cheek against it and ignoring Minsu’s yelp. “Would love to get you all wet, see how you’d do with a cock inside you.”
His mouth is replaced with a leisurely hand, coming up to thumb the tip cruelly and bring him ever closer to the edge. Curious, painted fingertips slide up between his legs to brush against his taint, threatening his yet untouched and unwilling hole - Minsu’s gone. “Hmm, gotta be careful though.”
He’s getting close. He can’t fight it. He tries, crying and panting for it, but his eyes are so unfocused that there’s four of everything and he hates that he knows exactly where this is going, that he’s so desperate for it. Pleasure is being forced up through his body with every mean little stroke, his arms are useless and his sneakers slide across the rough floor as Subong's hand on his cock becomes a blur. Everything gets tighter as he envisions it, Subong on top of him, Namgyu forcing him down and holding him there -
“Think we’d knock her up if we filled her up enough?”
Minsu comes abruptly, pathetic pumps of pearly white dribbling from his cock and puddling in the threads of his tracksuit pants.
Namgyu whispers filth into his ear as it happens, while Subong makes as much of a mess as he can, chasing the droplets with his tongue and he just keeps going - like he's trying to pull all the thoughts in his head out, leave him stupid.
Minsu has to throw his head back over Namgyu’s shoulder, brows drawn together and making humiliating little whimpers as he jerks up to meet the seal of Subong’s mouth. He barely reaches the back of his throat, and that little extra bit of futile desperation has one last shock of pleasure stinging him before he melts entirely.
Wandering hands slide up from behind him, under his jumper and exploring the plane of his soft chest and stomach like Namgyu wants to memorise him - categorise each part of his body, manipulate every part of him he possibly can. Minsu feels the hands come to splay over his chest, and he shivers at whatever sick, humiliating words are about to form on Namgyu's tongue.
Whatever they are, they never make it out — Subong seizes the front of Minsu's jumpsuit and yanks him down to the floor with him. Settled against the door of the stall now, facing the two men who sit before him with flashing eyes, he lets out a shaky breath and takes himself between his thumb and two fingers while the other two fix their sights on each other, now.
“Shit, Namsu, can’t take it anymore. Come here, come here.”
Namgyu doesn’t even care for the slip of his name; it’s like he’s been waiting for this opportunity. He drops to his knees, sliding down to Subong’s level, and sends a cheeky wink in Minsu’s direction before he’s got a leg between Subong’s thighs and his own cock is poking out the waistband of his pants. Subong follows suit, and their cocks lined up beside one another makes Minsu's head spin.
He can't even remember the chain of events that brought him here, why they're doing this in the first place, but when the pair practically drool into Subong's hand to slick it up Minsu can't find it in himself to wonder or care. He's content to sit back, neck covered in blooming marks and a filthy, lewd mix of his own cum and drool staining his pants as he gently touches at himself over his clothes.
There's not much room for words between the other two. Minsu watches as their foreheads come to knock together, eyes fixed on one another while Subong strokes them both together. They're more or less panting into each others' mouths, and Namgyu moans and whispers; “more, more, more", each word more breathless than the last. It's ridiculously hot coming from that smug, cruel mouth - broken down in pleasure.
Subong is fucking his fist like a wild animal, moving his hand so fast Minsu feels like he's going to faint. From his corner he absently strokes himself, spent and overstimulated with a lingering pit of simmering pleasure still prevalent in his stomach while he watches the blur of Subong's hand, listens to Namgyu's uncharacteristically breathless voice drip into his ears.
"Fuck, I'm - Than- S-Subong, hyung, so fucking much, I'm - feels so - hurts -"
“You love it.” It’s an accusation that comes out of nowhere, and it hits Minsu like a tonne of bricks even though he's not on the receiving end. “Little pain slut. Yeah, that’s right, cry for it. God damn, look what you’re doing to me.”
Desperate rambles trail off into breathless nonsense - he’s not even speaking Korean anymore, half his sentences dropping off into English and clipping as his deep voice cracks and turns into something breathless - desperate.
Namgyu's eyes are catlike in the way they glare up at Subong, from under the shade of purple hair. He dips down to his neck, like he's about to mark him up too, but there's a spike in the thick air when Minsu clearly sees the flash of teeth and the pull of skin. The guy bites, latching on like an animal, and Subong lets out a shocked noise before he's jerking through his own orgasm. He falls back against the wall and heaves breaths, face red.
"Oh fuck off, hyung! Are you kidding me?" He chokes and grips himself by the base of his cock to stave off his own. Minsu makes bleary eye contact with Subong, who's laughing again. He's come up the front of his sweater and looks utterly debauched, eyes red and heavy.
Suddenly Namgyu's eyes are back on Minsu, and his heart feels like it’s going to take a chance at meeting the bathroom floor. He gulps to keep it inside — the sudden, unbidden vision of Namgyu's cock in his hand doesn't help him much, though. He reaches for Namgyu, a weak gesture that makes him look just that little more pathetic.
Namgyu stands on shaky feet, grabbing a fistful of Minsu’s hair and yanking his head backwards to hold him in place. Using his other hand, he strokes himself quick and erratic against Minsu’s lips - just close enough to slide wet and soft across his mouth, but far enough away that Minsu can’t take him any further, try as he might.
“Fuck, Minsu, Su-yah, look at you, so pathetic with those fuckin’ eyes, wanna — ah — wanna fuck that pretty mouth, come right down your throat —“ He cuts himself off with a whiny moan. The desperation of his strokes shake his entire body.
"Next time, if you're good — mmnh — I'll fuck you properly, break you in like you've been needing. You'll be my good girl, right? Let me finish inside?"
Doing his best to nod, Minsu strains against the hand in his hair. It doesn’t let up. Namgyu’s fucking his fist now, arm braced on the wall above Minsu’s head, and the tip of his cock only just glances off the shiny surface of Minsu’s lips on every thrust. The sensations blur together, tingling lips, knees going numb under him.
"You want it? Of course you fuckin' want it, come on, let me give it to you, you're practically gagging for it."
And it looks like he really is going to give in. At the last second, though, Namgyu pulls away & comes down Minsu’s chin and the front of his jumpsuit. Both let out broken moans of their own, and Minsu feels his heart pound in his chest as he looks down at himself. Their cum mixes together lewdly and he feels his mouth water as all of the strength seeps out of him.
The man in front of him catches his chin in his slick hand, pushing his lips out again like how he was at the mirror, tugging down with his other hand in his hair to force their gazes to meet. Their eyes stay locked for one, two, three seconds, and Minsu wants to kiss him, but -
"Only people who vote to stay get that privilege, whore", Namgyu spits, tossing Minsu's head out of his palm and making for the stall door. "We'll see what happens tomorrow after the vote, won't we?"
Minsu feels a burst of arousal again at the prospect of a next time, at being tossed aside, left hanging until it's time to go again - he's absolutely ruined. By the drug, the rough treatment, a torrid mix of the two, he's not sure. He catches Subong's eye, and together they stand and make for the sinks to clean up what they can. Subong's already back to his normal, dopey self, hair sticking up and hands fidgeting like he can't stop them. When they reach the open room, Namgyu's air-drying the wet patch on his pants, and spinning on his heel to leave before turning his eye toward the two at the sinks.
“Su-yah." When he speaks, his voice is low, almost like a growl, and Minsu's still addled enough that his legs weaken at the sound.
"You decided what you’re choosing next round?” He makes an ‘O’ shape with his thumbs and forefingers.
Minsu nods and offers a weak smile that's returned - Namgyu's catty smirk and Subong's smug grin.
“Good."