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“The handcuffs aren’t necessary—“
“They are, Chan-ssi.” Chan is cut off by the figure sitting in the front seat. “Especially now that we’ve seen what you can do, I think everyone would agree that they are more than necessary.”
The voice is neutral, level as the figure turns to half look over their shoulder at him. The face is placid, devoid of wrinkles and any lines that would betray an age or even a gender. But the voice is deep, the same one he heard over the phone telling him when and where to go and threatening him should he try anything different.
“You made such a mess, Chan-ssi.” The voice sighs and Chan watches as the adjoining head shakes in disapproval. “We told you we need these to be discreet. Are you forgetting what exactly is on the line?”
How could he forget? His life in exchange for taking care of some very expensive problems on behalf of someone he’s not allowed to meet. Chan makes a noncommittal noise, sighing heavily as he stares out the window at the passing city.
“You really should get into the habit of speaking when spoken to.” His handler turns their head back to look out the front windshield and silence falls back over the car.
Chan doesn’t speak. Not for the rest of the drive or when they get to the facility where they’re holding him. It’s not what Chan had been expecting when they first brought him to it. It’s just an apartment. Two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a living room, and kitchen. All filled with people there to make sure he doesn’t escape. The secondary bedroom is his; it’s small, but more spacious than the cell he was in during his incarceration, and warmer too. The bed is a real bed with a real mattress. It’s almost private even, save for the armed guard that sits by the bedroom door to keep him from doing anything stupid. The windows are sealed, nailed down, and caulked over to make a tighter seal than what Chan can be bothered to open in a single night.
But part of him wants to get out. He wants to be out in the city again to just walk . He did a lot of walking before he got caught. Even when he wasn’t searching for his next victim he would go out for walks, just enjoy taking in the city lights and colors. Being trapped here with the city just beyond his reach feels worse than when he was fully locked away. It’s so close. He can hear it and smell it outside.
He waits a couple of hours before he tries to make any kind of move. The bathroom window isn’t nailed shut. It’s high up next to the shower and narrow but Chan has always been flexible.
“I need to take a leak.” He’s not lying entirely. When they got back, they’d allowed him a shower to clean the remnants of his deeds from his body, but he hasn’t been able to relieve himself since he’s been in the apartment. It’s a perfect opening.
“Didn’t you already go earlier?” The guard is gruff, adjusting himself on the chair next to the door where Chan stands over him.
“I showered. I need to piss. Don’t tell me you think I pissed in the shower?” He makes a face at the accusation not being thrown at him and cocks his hip. “Please, let me take a leak.” He’s a criminal, sure, but he has manners. His mother would kill him if he didn’t.
“Fine. Make it quick.” The guard stands and escorts Chan to the bathroom, standing outside the open door. Chan looks at the open door and then to the guard before stepping inside and turning around to close it. “Leave it open.”
“I can’t piss with you standing there listening. I’m not giving you a free show, piss-kinker.” He’s lying a little bit. He doesn’t have a shy bladder but he also actually doesn’t want to piss with the door open. Solitary confinement had afforded him more privacy than he’d had in a long time and he’d gotten used to it. He also needs the privacy to squeeze through the window and get away for a couple of hours. Just a couple hours. Just enough for a walk and a cigarette and maybe some food he can steal from a shop. God he really wants some chips.
“Fine. Don’t be a little bitch and just piss already.” The guard backs off, Chan feels himself relax as he closes the door behind himself. “Don’t lock it.” He doesn’t; he rolls his eyes and turns to take the leak he needs to, finishing quickly and starting to run the shower as he opens the window wide enough for himself to squeeze through. “What’re you doing?”
“Opening the window so I can take a shit. You into that too? What next you’re gonna tell me I can’t shower after I shit? I should report you for sexual misconduct.” He’s playing with fire a little bit with this guard, but honestly, he does not care. He’s two steps away from getting out for a couple of hours. He's tired of waiting and staring out the window when he can be there.
“Enough with the fucking attitude. Hurry up.” Chan huffs as he slips out of his shoes and socks, boosting himself up onto the edge of the tub to look outside. It’s a bit of a drop to the ground outside, but he’s fallen from higher and walked away; this should be easy enough. He takes his time working the screen out, trying not to make too much noise with it once it pops free, and he pulls it inside. Boosting himself up so he can squeeze through the window is tough, but once he can push his feet off the glass door to the shower and get them through the open window, he just lets himself fall.
Two stories is a long drop, his shins and ankles sting when he lands, and he falls to his knees for a second and grits his teeth, hissing and growling as he forces himself to stand and get the fuck out of the area. It’s a couple of blocks before he puts his footwear back on, ducking into an alley to catch his breath and actually check his ankles. Once he's satisfied that nothing is broken, he continues on. It’s late, the city is cold and wet from an earlier rainstorm, and Chan feels… at peace. Comfortable in the solitude of the night. He goes into a bodega, snatching some snacks from the shelf and distracting the clerk so he can steal a pack of cigarettes and a lighter to make the rest of the night go easier. It’s only been a couple of days since he’s been able to have a cigarette but it feels like an eternity.
He sighs with the first drag once he’s outside, nicotine lighting up in his veins and quieting the buzzing in his head as he walks. God it’s good to be out, to be free even if just for a couple of hours. He turns a corner and sees a shape duck out of his periphery, he doesn’t turn to look but he knows what it is. Someone is following him. Someone who probably knows him. Chan is pretty sure he knows who it is, someone he’s intimately familiar with.
He walks for another couple of blocks, finishing his cigarette and his snacks before going into an alley to take a breath and to entice the person following him to join him. He knows his follower can’t resist, especially with how he looks under the red light in the alley. He’s always looked nice in warm tones.
The familiar silhouette appears at the entrance to the alley and Chan grins, reaching a hand out.
“Fancy meeting you here.” He starts when Jisung comes closer.
“H-how did you get out?” Jisung doesn’t seem any more uneasy than usual; he’s always been suspicious of everyone and everything. It’s made him useful in the past. Maybe he can still be useful.
“Some politician needs someone to do his dirty work. They like my résumé and have shitty security.” Chan shrugs, smirking and laughing as Jisung looks around the alley. “I only have a couple hours before they try to get me back. Think I can crash with you?”
“Is that a good idea?” Jisung shifts his weight and stuffs his hands in his hoodie pocket.
“I’ll make it worth your while.” Chan steps closer, smiling a little softer as he grabs Jisung by his belt loops and tugs gently. “What do you say? For old times’ sake?” He presses himself right into Jisung’s space, keeping his eyes half hooded and he presses their hips together.
“I-I don’t know, Chris.” Jisung’s hands come up to press against his chest softly. He’s not saying no, he’s hesitating and Chan knows why. Jisung is the reason he’s in this situation. He doesn’t think Chan knows and he’s afraid of him finding out.
“Just a couple hours. I’ll be out before they find me, baby.” He brings one hand up to cup Jisung’s cheek, stroking his cheekbone tenderly. “I’ll make it so worth your while, Ji. Just like we used to.” He leans in enough to kiss Jisung, a gentle press of their lips together that Jisung reciprocates before he pulls back to stare Chan in the face.
“A couple of hours.” He concedes, pulling his hands back from where he’s still resting his palms on Chan’s chest. “Here, cover your face, I don’t need them seeing you.” He pulls the hoodie off, stuffing it into Chan’s body as he steps back and looks around. “You need to be more careful.”
“You’ve been following me for at least three blocks, Ji.” Chan chuckles, biting his lip as he pulls the hoodie on. “If anyone is slipping up it's you.” He leans back in to kiss Jisung again. It would feel nostalgic if Chan could feel such a thing. He pulls the large hood up and is immediately surrounded by the scent of Jisung. It’s warm and musky and Chan likes it. It’s something familiar that he’s going to hang onto when they find him again. “Thank you, by the way.” He kisses Jisung again, smiling as he nips at his lip. “You’re a real lifesaver.” Jisung doesn’t understand the irony in his words.
His life almost ended because of Jisung. He was sitting on death row, waiting to be taken out back like a sick dog and shot in the back of the head because of Jisung. His blood starts to boil as they walk and get closer to one of Jisung’s safe spots. Chan’s face is hidden, and he keeps himself half a pace behind Jisung. If he had more at his disposal and a quieter street, he could take what he wants- what he needs - and be done with it, wasting the rest of his time wandering until they find him. But it’s not the right place, and Chan’s hands are woefully empty of any implements that could aid him. Jisung always has a knife on him. Maybe when they're fooling around, he can slip it out, pretend it’s like they used to do, all danger and sharp edges while Chan fucks Jisung into next week. Pretend it’s just for show until it isn’t.
His cock twitches at the thought.
“How much further do we need to go?” Chan doesn’t mean to sound impatient but they’ve been walking for a while. It feels like Jisung is wasting his time on purpose.
“Just up this way.” He holds a hand out to take Chan’s as he leads him toward a row of doors on the side of a building. The area is a residential strip on the edges of an industrial complex, rundown and quiet. Exactly the way Jisung likes things.
“This is a new spot.” Chan muses as they step inside, it’s barely furnished, the walls bare and the furniture that is present is shitty, probably sidewalk finds that Jisung has dragged in by himself.
“Yeah, with you getting caught I had to shake a few things up, find new holes to hide in.” Jisung shrugs as he tosses his keys on a tabletop, toeing out of his shoes as he motions for Chan to do the same. Chan is polite after all, he takes off his shoes and socks, not wanting to get the muck from the roads on the barely clean floors. “How are you here?”
“I told you, the security team isn’t great. Closed door, running shower. They didn’t realize how flexible I am.” He crowds up into Jisung’s space again, holding the beast crawling up his throat by the rusty chain around its neck as he brings his hands to hold Jisung’s waist. “You’re still so pretty, Ji. Too pretty to be such a little creep.”
“And you’re still delusional.” Jisung’s hands come to rest on his waist. “And a whore. When was the last time you did anything?”
“Earlier tonight. Didn’t last nearly as long as I would’ve liked it to.” Chan’s hands drag from where they’re touching Jisung up to cup the sides of his neck and play with the ends of the hair at his nape. “Didn’t feel as good as I wanted.” He tightens his hands just a little bit on the sides of Jisung’s neck, applying pressure to his blood vessels. “Didn’t feel like you.”
“Of course it didn’t, you weren’t rearranging my guts.” Jisung sighs as he presses into the pressure on his neck, moaning softly when Chan’s hips meet his own in a lazy roll. “I feel bad for whatever poor guy you did fuck. Your cock is stupid.”
This makes Chan chuckle, tonguing his lip before leaning in to kiss Jisung again. He likes the foreplay with Jisung. The push and pull of familiarity and the ebb and flow of remarks that should be biting but only stir Chan to want to do the most heinous things to him. Jisung doesn’t know, of course, that he’s one of very few who Chan is rough with. He knows Jisung can take it and loves to take it rough and dangerous.
“You still keep yourself plugged and loose baby?” He murmurs into Jisung’s lips, biting softly and pressing his tongue forward when he gets an affirmative hum and a squeeze to his hips. “Good boy. Go bend over the couch for me, show me that hole.” He lets his hands slide down to push Jisung back some, putting some distance between them as he stares down between them where Jisung’s cock is already straining in his pants. “Can I use the knife on you?”
Jisung sighs, licking his lips as he clearly tries to figure out what’s going on in Chan’s head.
“Just like we used to?” Jisung’s eyes look hopeful when he asks. They shouldn’t. Chan almost pities him for how much he wants this. Jisung wants things to be like they used to but Chan has a loose end he needs to tie up.
“Yeah, baby.” Chan’s voice is soft and his smile lies for him as Jisung hands him the folding knife. “Like we used to.” He follows Jisung as he walks to the sofa, a blush crawling up his neck and ears as he strips out of his clothes haphazardly. His body has such a delicious shape, wide shoulders, and a narrow waist with supple muscles throughout. It’s something Chan has been jealous of since he’s known Jisung. He reaches out to drag his fingers down Jisung’s spine when he straightens from pulling his underwear off, fingers tickling along the divet between the muscles along his spine before he drags them back up to press between his shoulders and forces Jisung to bend over the arm of the couch. “Lookit you…” Jisung’s back arches and he presents himself to Chan, showing off the black silicone plug nestled in his ass.
Chan presses a finger against the plug, wiggling it in circles to put pressure on his prostate and the deepest parts of him before pulling back to hook his index and middle fingers behind the toy.
“Who you doing this for, Jisungie?” He murmurs as he bends forward, kissing along Jisung’s shoulder to his neck as he tugs on the toy gently.
“N-n-no one.” Jisung’s moan is so pretty, Chan hadn’t realized how much he’d missed it. He almost regrets what he’s going to have to do.
“You’re lying, Jisungie,” Chan purrs as he twists the plug, swirling it again and digging it into his prostate. “I don’t like when you lie to me, baby, you know that.” He bites Jisung’s neck and pushes the plug hard enough into his hole to make him choke out a moan.
“I’m-I’m not, Chan. Fuck… Fuck I’m not.” Jisung presses back, moaning louder as Chan shifts his hands to dig between his hole and the plug to put tension there. “Fuck.. Fuck god oh my god…” He sucks in a sharp breath, body going tense when Chan tugs on the plug hard enough to almost pull it out.
“You sure, baby? You knew I wasn’t out.” He tugs again and feels his cock twitch at the sound Jisung makes. “Who?” He growls as his free hand travels up and around to grab Jisung’s throat, startling another whimper out of him.
“Y-you don’t– you don’t know him.” His voice is strained as Chan keeps backward pressure on the plug, pulling it slowly until he feels the tension release and Jisung lets out a higher, whining moan.
“I don’t? Why’re you letting men I don’t know fuck you?” His voice is husky as he starts to push the plug back in, millimeter by millimeter until it pops back into Jisung’s hole. “Do you even know him?”
“N-no—“
“You don’t know him but you’re walking around with a plug in your ass. You’re just a common slut, aren’t you?” He purrs into Jisung’s ear before nibbling at it gently as a shudder runs through Jisung’s body and a moan shakes out of him. “You look so pretty like this, don’t you? Bent over and plugged. Bet you still have his cum inside you, don’t you?”
“N-no…” Jisung whimpers again as Chan pulls the toy out and tosses it on the couch, stepping back to stare down at Jisung’s fluttering, winking hole as it shines in the low light from the excess of lube that he probably used.
“No?” Chan whispers as he crouches behind Jisung, kissing and biting and sucking marks into his ass and thighs as he strokes his hands lower and lower down his legs until he feels the bulge of the switchblade he knows Jisung carries in his pocket. “That’s a shame. You know I like that.” He pulls the knife out, flicking the blade open as he leans himself over Jisung to drag it over his bare skin. “I like tasting the men that fuck you, you know that, Jisungie. You should have left his cum in there for me.” He drags the tip of the blade up Jisung’s stomach, the cold metal making his stomach twitch and shudder.
“D-didn’t know you were out.” Jisung whimpers, body shaking as he arches his back to feel the tip of the knife more strongly on his stomach.
“You didn’t know I was locked up either, Jisungie.” He hooks his arm under Jisung’s arm, bringing the knife to dance along his neck. “Did you? How did you know that, Jisungie?” He feels Jisung freeze and his skin go cold with the wave of realization that washes over him.
“I-I don’t know- I ha-hadn’t seen you in-in a while.” His voice is shaking as he tries to pull his neck up and away from the knife.
“I could’ve left, Jisungie. How did you know I got locked up?” Chan chases the knife after Jisung’s throat, keeping the tip pressed tight into the soft spot just below his Adam's apple. “You did this to me, didn’t you, Jisungie? You’re the reason I got locked up, aren’t you?” His voice takes on an edge of gravel as he digs the tip in hard enough to produce a small bubble of blood in the divet.
“I-I-I-I—“ Jisung’s voice gets higher and Chan can tell tears are starting in his eyes as he pushes himself up into Chan’s chest.
“You can’t deny it baby.” Chan shifts on his knees, leaning back so he can start to press his cock into Jisung’s hole. “This has you written all over it doesn’t it?” He groans, letting the knife fall away from Jisung’s throat just enough to brace on his shoulder and fuck his cock all the way into him in a quick stroke. “That’s why you found me isn’t it?” He presses the blood stained knife into the side of Jisung’s neck, the edge of the blade digging into the soft flesh along his artery. Jisung lets out a pathetic moan, his tense body going a little bit lax as Chan’s cock brushes against his prostate.
“No-n-no I didn’t.” Jisung’s head drops down as his fingers dig into the couch. He presses himself back against Chan as he rocks forward, digging his cockhead deep into him.
“You’re lying.” Chan growls again, voice darker as he pulls his hips back slowly. “That’s all you ever do, isn’t it Jisungie?” He punctuates his question by snapping his hips back into Jisung’s, groaning when their hips meet and he feels Jisung flex around him. “You lie and lie and lie .” Each word is punctuated by him pulling back and thrusting forward again, the hand holding the knife loosens the pressure on his throat, dragging the blade back and around his neck to dig into his shoulder. He cuts deep into the tissue, blood bubbling out and running down the plains of his back as Chan keeps fucking him. “And you fuck over everyone you know, don’t you, you make everyone’s life hell and you don’t feel anything do you?”
”Chan— fuck, wait.” One hand comes to hold Chan’s wrist where he grips Jisung’s waist as the other buckles and his face gets crushed into the couch.
”No.” He shakes Jisung’s hand off and grips the hair at the back of his head, crushing his head harder into the cushion and using the leverage to fuck jisung at a new angle. The hand holding the knife turns again and he digs the tip into Jisung’s shoulder, driving it deep into the muscle, deeper than he ever dared before he got arrested. “You don’t get to make demands.” He growls, the knife fighting through Jisung’s muscle until it meets resistance it can’t fight against anymore. “You’re gonna take this.” He pulls the blade back, watching as blood spurts from the wound and pours over Jisung’s body. “It’s what you deserve, you fucking backstabber .” He stops fucking Jisung and instead uses his leverage and strength to plunge the knife deep into his other shoulder.
He hasn’t registered how Jisung is screaming, the sounds turning from pleasure to pain and terror as Chan stabs him again and again. He’s completely stopped fucking him, his own pleasure secondary to his revenge as his vision blurs and his mind goes blank. His arm moves almost of its own accord, plunging the knife deep into shoulders and lungs and kidneys before he bends forward, hauling a weakened, limp, but still breathing Jisung up by his hair and hooking his arm around his neck and getting his lips right up into his ear.
”You don’t get to do this to anyone else, Han Jisung. You useless fucking insect.” Chan digs the tip of the knife into the left side of Jisung’s throat, kissing his cheek before sinking the knife into his flesh and dragging it from one side of his throat to the other, dropping his body at the same time and leaning back. The blood spray would normally be impressive with a wound like this, but Chan is covered in liters of it already. What pours forth from Jisung’s neck does little more than bubble up with every weak heartbeat. Chan stays inside him until Jisung goes still, riding a high he didn’t actually meet as his former friend dies beneath him.
He stares at the wounds in Jisung’s back for an eternity, feeling the weight of his anger burn off as he strokes his free hand through the mess of blood and mangled flesh he can see. It’s still warm, even as his heart is no longer pumping. He drags his hand up to Jisung’s arm, fingers stroking down to his hands where his limbs have already cooled, tangling their fingers together before he releases Jisung to stab the knife into the back of his head, just at the top of his spine where the knife can stick in his skull quite neatly. He takes a moment to redress himself, not bothering to clean up the blood and lube from his hands and body as he sits on the floor next to the sofa, in plain view of the door, to have a cigarette.
It takes another five minutes for the security team to find him again, rushing in with guns drawn and panic clear on their faces as Chan greets them, hands raised and cigarette clenched between his lips. He’s not sure what kind of punishment he’ll get for this but he’s okay with that. He got what he needed out of his excursion and then some.