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Wet, brutal sounds, skin against skin, fists into flesh, echoed in Daon’s ears. Muffled. Dull and distant, as if he were submerged underwater. He sat crumpled on the floor, where Suhyeon had shoved him aside with the same hands now destroying someone else.
Someone who was going to -
Going to -
The thought splintered inside him. His stomach turned. Alcohol and terror and bile clawed up his throat, and he choked on a sob he couldn’t stop.
Then everything froze.
Suhyeon turned.
His blood-spattered hands hovered for half a second before he fell to his knees in front of Daon, touching him like he was something fragile. A ruined thing. Tender fingers ghosted over Daon’s face, his neck, his trembling shoulders. As if trying to wipe away what had almost happened. As if his violence could somehow make Daon clean.
Daon stared into those wild, blown-out eyes. Black with fury, black with devotion...and he felt himself crack.
He reached up, caught Suhyeon’s shirt in trembling fists, and yanked him down with a ragged breath, crawling into him like he could bury himself in Suhyeon’s skin and vanish. He straddled Suhyeon’s lap without thinking, knees pressing into the broken glass and blood-streaked floor, clawing his way into the heat, the safety, the madness of him.
Suhyeon caught him—hands still wet, still red, fingers digging into his hips like he didn’t know how to be gentle anymore. Like he didn’t want to be.
Daon looked up, breath catching, and Suhyeon was there.
Right there.
Their mouths crashed together, brutal and messy, teeth scraping and splitting lips already raw with fear. Blood smeared between them, Daon didn’t know whose, iron and heat and spit sliding down his chin. The kiss was nothing but ruin, furious and desperate, like they were trying to crawl down each other’s throats and suffocate.
Daon whimpered into it, and Suhyeon groaned, low and dangerous.
Daon clung to him, fingers curling into his hair, nails dragging down his nape. His legs tightened around Suhyeon’s waist, grinding down into him with a mindless need that made his vision blur.
He sobbed into Suhyeon's mouth, tears smearing across bloody skin. All he could do was feel. His fear, his shame, the sick twist of relief.
It was wrong.
God, it was all wrong.
Jaemin should’ve been here.
Jaemin, the boyfriend. The person who could fix everything.
Who he could rely on.
But Suhyeon was here instead, feral and possessive and ready to tear the world apart for him.
Twisted.
And furious.
And here .
Daon buried his face in Suhyeon’s throat, inhaling his scent, blood, sweat, the ghost of aftershave - and clung tighter, sobbing into the warmth like it could erase what almost happened.
Like it could erase him .
“Is he dead?” he whispered, voice raw and hollow.
Suhyeon’s grip bruised.
“He will be,” he growled, a promise, kissing the corner of Daon’s mouth again, savage and shaking. “If he isn't already.”
And Daon didn’t stop him.
Didn’t want to.
He just kissed him harder. Gasping, aching, breaking. Daon arched into Suhyeon’s hands, his body moving on instinct - raw nerves, shock, and want tangled together into something feverish and frantic.
His fingers gripped the back of Suhyeon’s shirt, as he felt palms drag up over his sweat-slick skin. Under his thin shirt, past tense muscle.
Blood smeared across his body, Daon didn’t know if it was Suhyeon’s or the-the other’s . It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except getting closer.
Suhyeon pulled Daon’s shirt off in one rough motion, yanking it over his head and tossing it aside like it offended him. And then he was on him again.
Mouths crashing, tongues slick, panting against each other’s lips like they were trying to breathe through the other’s lungs. It wasn’t a kiss anymore. It was a need. An addiction.
Suhyeon’s hands gripped Daon’s waist, fingers bruising, dragging him down into his lap until their hips locked. Daon moaned, high and breathless, feeling how hard Suhyeon was beneath him, feeling his own arousal pulse sharp and overwhelming in the heat between them.
It was messy.
Jaemin won’t ever be able to look at him if he knew.
It was wrong.
It was everything Daon shouldn’t want.
But he did.
God , he did.
“ Hyung ,” Daon hiccuped against Suhyeon’s mouth, his voice shaky and wet with spit. He tried to breathe, tried to find air between the kisses Suhyeon tore from him with lips and tongue. “Hyung, I - I taste blood.”
That made Suhyeon pause. Just for a moment.
He drew back, breathing hard, staring down at Daon like he was seeing him for the first time all over again. His eyes were wild, dark, frayed with something sharp and obsessive - but they softened when they really looked .
At Daon’s tear-streaked face. At his kiss-bruised lips. At the way his chest rose and fell too fast, panic and pleasure tangled tight.
There was blood.
Dotting across Suhyeon’s cheekbones, his brow, drying at the corner of his mouth.
And Daon could taste it. On his lips, on his tongue, smeared across his skin. He could feel it like a film over his chest and stomach. Sticky. Wrong. Real.
“Come here,” Suhyeon said, voice low and wrecked.
He didn’t wait for permission. He scooped Daon into his arms, bridal-style, like he weighed nothing. Daon gasped, startled, but didn’t fight it, just clung to him, pressing his face into Suhyeon’s bare shoulder as they stumbled out of the living room and into the dim hallway.
The bathroom door slammed open. The light flickered on. Cold tile under Suhyeon’s feet, then the hiss of the shower knobs being twisted all at once. Water sprayed hard and steaming against the porcelain.
And then they were in.
Clothes stripped in frantic, jerking motions. Daon’s pants hitting the floor with a wet slap, Suhyeon’s belt clinking open with too much force. The heat from the water barely touched the heat already burning off their skin.
Suhyeon backed Daon against the wall, towering over him, water soaking them both, plastering hair to their faces and washing away the blood in long red rivulets down the drain.
“You’re shaking,” Suhyeon whispered, voice barely audible above the spray.
“I don’t care,” Daon rasped, grabbing at him again. Arching up, needing, wanting Suhyeon. “Just - don’t stop .”
Suhyeon didn’t.
He kissed him again, under the roar of the water, mouths slick and open, tongues twisting, as the last of the evidence bled down their bodies and away into the pipes. All that was left was heat. Skin. Desperation.
And the echoing sound of Daon’s broken little gasp, bouncing off tile and porcelain when Suhyeon pressed their foreheads together and whispered, “I’ll kill anyone who touches you again.”
Daon believed him.
And he pressed into the kiss. Fingers curling in Suhyeon’s wet hair. Water poured down over them, scalding and cleansing, making Daon shiver as goosebumps spread across his skin.
Suhyeon’s hands, large and dripping red - roamed, slow at first, reverent almost, tracing up his spine, down his arms, then lower. Cupping his cheeks. Holding him like he might slip away.
“God, Daon - can I?” Suhyeon asked, voice cracking, like he was breaking open from the inside out. The words came out like a plea, hoarse and trembling, soaked in restraint he barely had.
Daon blinked up at him, water dripping from his lashes, his lip caught between his teeth. His body trembled, but it wasn’t fear. Not this time.
“I… Hyung, I’ve never -”
“- fuck ,” Suhyeon hissed, his control snapping like frayed wire as he crashed their mouths together again.
It wasn’t soft.
It wasn’t kind.
But it was real.
Teeth clashed. Tongues tangled. Suhyeon kissed him like he wanted to consume him, like he needed to burn this moment into his memory, Daon pliant in his arms, trembling and open and his .
It was only broken, just briefly, when Suhyeon reached for the soap.
Some kind of gel. His hands moved fast, desperate, careful, slicking it into his palm and down over his fingers.
And then slowly, gently, he slid one finger into Daon.
Daon arched .
The sound that left his throat was something between a gasp and a moan, startled and sweet, his fingers digging into Suhyeon’s shoulders like he couldn’t tell if he needed to ground himself or pull him closer. His head tipped back against the shower wall, droplets racing down his neck, his chest, mixing with the flush rising over his skin.
And when his eyes opened -
When he met Suhyeon’s gaze -
It was all hunger.
Dark. Possessive. Unforgiving.
Daon felt like prey. But not in fear. In want. Caught in the heat of someone who would kill for him, ruin for him, burn for him.
And in that moment, under the scalding water, he whispered -
“More.”
Suhyeon didn’t hesitate.
He dove, catching Daon’s mouth in a snarling, biting kiss. One rough hand cradled his jaw, thumb jamming into his mouth, spreading him open until he had no choice but to gasp around it, moaning into Suhyeon’s tongue with what little breath he had left.
His other hand slid down, fingers slick, sure, possessive as he added another, dragging through slick heat like he was charting sacred territory. Stretching Daon open, deliberately, intimately, until Daon was shaking against the tile.
Suhyeon’s fingers curled, stroked, found something inside him. Soft and aching and unknown .
Something no one had ever touched.
Something only Suhyeon ever could.
The sound Daon made -
A high, choked gasp, keening around the thumb in his mouth -
It echoed , pitched and wet, bouncing around the tiles like a live wire. A broken, delirious cry of want, layered over the pounding water and the quiet growl Suhyeon gave in return.
Every whimper, every breathless cry, only drove Suhyeon harder. His teeth grazed Daon’s lower lip as he curled his fingers just right, dragging another moan from Daon’s throat. The kind of sound that didn't belong to someone untouched, someone meek.
It belonged to someone claimed .
And Suhyeon was more than ready to claim every inch. His teeth grazing Daon’s lip, then biting down just hard enough to sting. He curled his fingers again and felt Daon pulse around him, his body shaking violently, clinging to Suhyeon.
Daon could barely stand.
Knees weak, chest heaving, nails raking over Suhyeon’s back in frantic streaks that would bruise, bleed. His hips began to move - uncertain at first, then stronger, chasing the pressure, the fullness, the touch .
Suhyeon watched him with dark, blown-out eyes, like Daon was the most beautiful he’d ever seen him.
“That’s it, baby,” he rasped against Daon’s lips, voice nothing but heat and praise. He nipped his lip again, smirking as Daon whimpered. “Just like that… God, look at you.”
And Daon did. Eyes fluttering open, glassy and heavy-lidded, water dripping from his lashes like tears. He looked - and what he saw stole what was left of his breath.
Suhyeon.
Dark hair soaked and clinging to his temple. Lips slick with spit and blood. That face - so sharp, so handsome it hurt. Watching him like he was his . Like he’d always been his.
He took Daon like a man starving . Like he’d waited years . Like he’d burned every bridge inside himself to finally touch him this way.
And maybe he had.
Daon had always known. Somewhere deep in the pit of his stomach, in the way Suhyeon looked at him across groups of friends. In the way his name sounded different in Suhyeon’s mouth. In the way he was relaxed around him - in the way Suhyeon never looked at Jaemin the same.
He just hadn’t wanted to see it. He didn’t want to hurt Jaemin. Sweet Jaemin, who never would’ve done this. Never would’ve fought for him like this.
But Suhyeon had.
“Hyung - !” Daon gasped, clinging tighter as his whole body tensed, orgasm curling up his spine like lightning - hot and electric and terrifying in its intensity. His cock ached so much it hurt. “ Hyung, I’m -ah, ah. ”
Suhyeon’s fingers curled just right .
“I’ve got you,” he whispered. Fingers digging under his cheek, forcing his head up to meet his eyes. “Let go. Come for me.”
And Daon did. Eyes locked onto his, crying Suhyeon’s name. Wrecked voice bouncing off the tiles, echoing around them.
He curled against the wall, cock spurting white rivets against their chests. He sobbed, and moaned and gasped around the finger in his mouth. Keeping him open for Suhyeon’s ears.
“ Fuck, Daon, ” Suhyeon breathed, almost reverently.
Daon trembled, chest heaving, the sharp gasps stuttering past the wet finger still hooked in his mouth. His eyes, wide, glassy, red-rimmed - never left Suhyeon’s. Not even as his body went slack, broken by release, spine pressed to the cold tile like it was the only thing keeping him upright.
Suhyeon slowly slid his fingers free. Slick, slow. Dragging across his rim like a final claim. Daon whimpered at the loss, at the silence that followed, a raw little hiccup in his throat like he didn’t know how to breathe without Suhyeon touching him.
And maybe he didn’t.
Suhyeon leaned in, blood and water running in rivulets down his jaw, and pressed their foreheads together. His hand stayed tight at Daon’s jaw, keeping him in place, thumb brushing over his lip.
“You’re mine now. You know that, right?”
Daon didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. His body did. Melting into Suhyeon’s hold, hands still clinging to his shoulders like they belonged there.
And maybe they did.
Suhyeon’s other hand came up, dragging through Daon’s soaked hair, smoothing it back from his face. Gentle, sweet - if not for the blood still caked under his nails. It not for the body lying just beyond the bathroom door. Dying, if not dead already.
He leaned in again, kissing Daon slow and deep. “I’m taking you home with me,” he murmured, breath hot against Daon’s cheek.
Daon blinked, lashes heavy with water. Voice croaking out. Throat was raw from screaming, moaning, crying out Suhyeon’s name.
“What about the…”
“My Father can take care of it,” Suhyeon said flatly, like it was nothing. Like a body left broken in a stranger’s apartment was a paperwork problem, not a moral one. That was the kind of world Suhyeon came from; old money and older sins.
Daon didn’t press it. Didn’t want to think about what that meant. Didn’t want to feel anything but Suhyeon’s hands, Suhyeon’s mouth, Suhyeon’s heat.
Under the pounding water, he leaned into the older man’s chest, hand drifting low. Daring. Gripping the hard length pressed against his hip.
Suhyeon’s breath caught. A sharp, hissed inhale, and his hand snapped, wrapping just under Daon’s jaw. Not quite choking. Not quite not .
“Daon,” he warned, voice frayed and dark. “ Ah- haha, don’t tempt me to take you here.” His eyes burned. Possessive. Desperate. Starving . “I was going to ruin you in my bed.”
A shiver racked through Daon. Not fear. Never fear with Suhyeon. Just the raw, bone-deep understanding that Suhyeon meant it.
That he’d meant every word, every breath, every brutal promise in the way he’d torn that man off him like a beast.
And Daon - wrecked, trembling, slick with water and sweat and sin, didn’t pull away.
He looked up through heavy lashes, lips red and raw, “Then what are you waiting for?”
Suhyeon’s growl rumbled from deep in his chest, and in the next breath, he punched the shower taps off. The water stopped with a clang, steam hissing around them.
He didn’t say a word. Just moved.
Hands rough, urgent - he dragged Daon out, slipping and stumbling on wet tiles. Clothes were forced on half-wet bodies - Daon’s shirt inside-out, Suhyeon’s pants clinging to damp thighs. Buttons misaligned. Zippers halfway. Blood staining white. None of it mattered. Not to either of them.
Daon let himself be manhandled, dizzy and lightheaded, heart still pounding in post-release shock. Everything felt distant and too close all at once. His skin burned where Suhyeon touched him.
Down the hallway. Out the door. The night air hit him like a slap - cold, sobering, and then he was shoved into the passenger seat of Suhyeon’s car. Leather seats sticky against drenched skin. Suhyeon slammed the driver’s side door, engine roaring to life like the monster he’d been trying to cage.
Daon sat there, panting. Blinking hard. Wet hair plastered to his forehead. He tasted blood.
Suhyeon didn’t look at him. His knuckles were white around the wheel. Eyes on the road, feral. Silent.
The car peeled out, tires screaming.