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Chan jolted awake in a cold sweat, the thick sheet covering him clinging to his skin uncomfortably. He was breathing heavily as he wiped a hand over his face, his room still pitch black, but his alarm clock was blank. What the hell was the time, and what had woken him up?
As if answering his unasked question, a loud crash came from downstairs, as well as the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs. Chan barely had time to cover his semi-naked form when his door burst open. His eyes had adjusted to the lack of light to see two figures in his doorway. Chan bolted upright, scrambling up the bed to back against the headboard. “What the fuck is going on? Who are you people?”
“Not another fucking word, boy, or I’ll cut your tongue out.” One figure sneered. They were masked, gloved, and both wielding guns pointed right at him. Chan held his hands up, surrendering to the invaders as a third person appeared in the hall. The second looked over his shoulder and tipped his head in the direction further down the hall.
“Check the other rooms, make sure there’s no one phoning for help.” The third nodded wordlessly and disappeared. Chan shook, praying his little brother, Jisung, had heard the commotion and hid in time. The first man made his way over to him, the second keeping his gun trained on him as a gloved hand gripped his jaw. Chan bit back a whimper as the man forced him to look at him, the second coming up to grip his short, blond hair. His eyes were dark, predatory, and just made Chan want to curl in a ball and cry.
He was about to ask what he wanted from him when the third man’s voice sounded from deeper in the house. “Well, hello there, pretty.” A loud, terrified scream followed, along with the sound of a struggle.
“No!” Chan yelled, pushing the first man away from him and leaping from the bed, uncaring for the second man. He had to get to Jisung, he had to save him. He didn’t get far as his ankle was grabbed and pulled out from under him, sending him flying towards the floor. He landed with a grunt, the first masked individual pulling him backwards, and Chan reached out blindly, flailing to find purchase on anything. He cried out as he was pulled up by his hair, only to be slammed into the mattress face first, his knees kicked out from under him as his hands were wrenched behind his back. He grunted, struggling against his assailant’s grip as he watched the third waltz in, holding Jisung.
Jisung was in his sleep shorts and tank top, his lip was split and he seemed to be hobbling slightly. One of the bastard’s hands was over his mouth, while the other held a small knife to his throat. He was sobbing against the attacker's hand, his shaking eyes widening as they met Chan’s.
“Don’t you fucking touch him!” Chan screamed, struggling harder against the man that held him, only freezing when the barrel of a gun pressed against his temple, his blood running cold. Jisung whimpered, but the man holding him just laughed coldly, stroking his thumb over Jisung’s tear-stained cheek.
“Now, now, don’t go playing hero, kid. No one has to get hurt if you both are good boys and behave for us.” Chan panted, his eyes never leaving Jisung’s trembling frame, even with the creep’s sick tone right next to his ear. The second holstered his weapon, seemingly satisfied that Chan was well-enough restrained, moving to flick on his bedside lamp. The room lit up in a soft yellow glow, letting Chan see Jisung all the more clearly, and it only angered him more.
“What the fuck do you want from us?” Chan growled, glaring daggers at the man holding his brother, but the second entered his sight line, stopping next to Jisung. The third removed his hand, and Jisung gasped for air, whimpering audibly as the second cupped his face gently, turning it to face him.
“Tell me, pretty thing, what’s your name?” His voice was gentle, in that fake, alluring tone that just made Chan’s skin crawl. Jisung shook, his lip trembling as he gave a minute shake of his head. The second sighed, nodding in the direction of the first. Chan’s body froze as the gun clicked next to his head, telling him he was one wrong move from oblivion.
“J-Jisung!! My name is Jisung, p-please… don’t hurt him!” Jisung sobbed, doubling over only to be pulled upright once more, the second turning his attention back to him. He cooed at him, stroking the side of his face, making Chan writhe in his captor’s hold.
“See, look how easy that was. And how old are you, Jisung?”
“E-eighteen…” Chan could almost hear the sick grins on their faces. He yelled, trying to pull himself to his feet, but he was pinned again, the hand gripping his wrists twisting them painfully. “Well, Jisung, you better tell your boyfriend to behave, like you are, or he’s going to get himself hurt.” Chan froze, looking up at the second man as he locked eyes with him, sending him a wink, which only made the dread building in the pit of Chan’s stomach worsen. Jisung’s wet eyes went wide and he shook his head, his gaze darting from his captor’s to Chan in turn.
“N-no! He… he’s not my boyfriend…”
“Jisung, not another fucking word!” Chan yelled, coughing in pain as a knee collided with his stomach, making him groan as he was pulled away from the bed, on his knees facing the two invaders holding his brother. The second cocked his head slightly, looking back at Jisung as he swiped a thumb over his bottom lip, and all Chan wanted to do was rip that hand off.
“No? What is he then? He seems awfully protective of you… He must love you very much.”
“I can see why.” The third jeered, his hand leaving Jisung’s hair to travel south, and the squeak and slight jump that Jisung made told Chan all he needed to know about where the asshole had touched him. Jisung whimpered again, and the second man moved enough for Chan to see the third groping Jisung’s ass through his thin shorts. Chan made to struggle towards them again, yell at them to stop, anything, but a hand clamped over his mouth as he shrieked in protest, his own tears wetting his skin.
“He… he’s m-my brother… older b-by three y-years…” Jisung mumbled, his teary eyes shimmering with a mixture of shame and fear, and it killed a small part of Chan that he couldn’t save him, couldn’t take away his pain. The second laughed, turning to face Chan.
“Is he now? Interesting, because, from the way he’s looking at us now, it almost looks like he’d rather be the one touching you like this.” As the final word slipped past his lips, Number Two placed his palm over Jisung’s cock, rubbing him slightly. Jisung gasped, trying to back away, but couldn’t as Number Three pressed his own seemingly hard cock against his ass, if Jisung’s whimper was anything to go by. Chan screamed, struggling helplessly against the hands holding him as his brother was abused in front of him, unable to stop it. Number One’s mouth ghosted his ear as he chuckled, the deranged sound travelling right to Chan’s soul.
“Got anything you want to say, big brother? Hmm?” He took his hand away, and Chan gasped, locking eyes with Number Two as he continued to feel up Jisung.
“Stop it! Please stop! I’ll do anything! Just stop touching him!” He begged, his own vision blurring as the tears flowed freely, but he could see enough as he watched the hands leave his brother’s crotch. He instead watched Number Three whisper something to Jisung, then proceed to strip him of his shirt and shorts, cutting them off of him and throwing them aside. Two sauntered over and dropped to a crouch in front of Chan, who glowered at him as his body shook with anger; he wanted to hurt them and hurt them badly.
“Anything, you say? Well then, how’s this, you two put on a little show for us, and if you can fuck your brother into cumming, we’ll leave, and neither of you will get hurt. Don’t,” He cocked his gun and pointed it at Jisung, who cried as Chan strained against his binds, “We kill you both. Deal?” Chan’s mind raced, trying to think of anything he could do to get them out of this, but he came up empty. His mind was blank; all he could see was Jisung’s nude form, shaking delicately from cold, fear, adrenaline… He shouldn’t be considering it, shouldn’t even be thinking of it as an option…
A hand cupped his cock, stroking him through his own boxers, making him groan as his body betrayed him, his hips pressing willingly into the contact. He squeezed his eyes shut. He couldn’t look at Jisung as he heard all three intruders laugh darkly, and the hand left his dick, the other’s leaving his hair and wrists too. He peeked them open, gasping as he watched the assailants cut away his pants, freeing his half-hard cock and then getting up and walking away. One walked over to Jisung and danced his fingers over his thigh, smirking as he gripped his cheeks, smashing their lips together. Jisung yelped, his entire body tensing as he tried and failed to pull away. Chan made to move to him, pry the sick fuck off of him, but Two stood between them.
“Give me an answer, big brother, what’s it going to be?” Chan looked from him to Jisung, whose balance faltered as One’s free hand groped at his chest. Chan took a breath and glared at Two.
“Alright! Just leave him alone! I’ll do it, okay? Just stop…” The fight in his voice was gone; now it was just broken, defeated and helpless. One immediately let go of Jisung, stepping aside as Three pushed him towards Chan’s kneeling figure. Jisung stumbled, whimpering as he came to a stop in front of Chan, his shaking, clammy hands planting firmly on Chan’s shoulders. Chan held his hips, steadying him as he looked up at his little brother. Jisung shook his head at him, the terrified sobs wracking his body in waves, every tremor hurting Chan further.
“H-hyung… n-no, we can’t… w-we…” Chan’s heart shattered at the sound of Jisung’s fear. He rose to his feet, keeping his hands on Jisung’s waist, his thumbs stroking soothing circles into his soft skin. He lifted one hand the cup the side of his neck, his fingers playing with the baby hairs at the back of his neck.
“Hey, hey shh, it’s okay. Sung, look at me. I promise, I’ll be gentle. I’ll take care of you; I’ll always take care of you.” He murmured, pressing his lips to his forehead in an effort to calm the boy. He was barely an adult, worse, he was his younger brother, and he was expected to fuck him? This was all manner of wrong, and yet… if he had to be Jisung’s first, he’d do it right. He’d make him feel good and forget about the awful men and their disgusting hands. Chan would make sure the only thought in his head would be him.
He pulled away, looking down at his doe-eyed baby brother, those deep brown irises glassy with unshed tears. He tipped his head forward and hesitantly slotted their lips together, the tangy taste of copper filling his mouth in the process. He held him close, the hand on his waist snaking around him, pulling their bare bodies flush against one another, and all Chan could feel was his body heat, his heart rabbiting in his chest, and the way his little cock stirred against his thigh. He slowly walked them backwards until Jisung’s knees hit his bed, making the younger gasp against his mouth. Chan seized the opportunity, plunging his tongue into Jisung’s warm mouth, not holding back the groan that left his mouth. Jisung clung to his shoulders like he was the only thing keeping him grounded. Chan pulled away, pressing their foreheads together as they both heaved for breath.
“Get on with it, pretty boys, unless you want to wait until the sun comes up?” The brothers flinched at the sound of Two’s voice, momentarily pulling them out of their bubble. A tear slipped from Jisung’s eye, and Chan could see him moving to glance at them, so moved his hand to keep him facing him.
“Hey, look at me. Only me. They aren’t here; they don’t matter. All that matters is you, me and what I’m going to make you feel, okay?” Jisung sniffled, nodding slowly as he hesitantly let his gaze wander, down Chan’s chest, stopping with a small gasp as his eyes landed on the sight of Chan’s fully hard cock. Chan felt disgusting, he was hard, after kissing his brother. But he wanted it, wanted Jisung at that moment. Even if those wicked men left right now, he’d still take him and show him real pleasure, because he was too far gone to stop now. Jisung’s eyes shot up to lock on his, worried; somewhat fearful.
“Y-you won’t fit… you-it’ll hurt…” Chan shook his head, smiling softly as he kissed his cheek.
“It’s okay, I’ll prep you, you’ll be fine, I promise.” He whispered, dipping his head to kiss at his neck, smiling against his throat as Jisung sighed blissfully. Chan held the back of his head as he lowered Jisung onto the bed, pressing open-mouthed kisses to his jugular, nipping at his skin with a smirk as he felt Jisung’s hips kick up beneath him.
“Hyu-hyung…”
“Shh, baby boy, I’ve got you.” Chan whispered, pressing his thigh against Jisung’s hard little cock, barely holding back a groan as Jisung moaned into his hair, his fingers tangling in the short blond locks. Chan interlocked the fingers of his right and Jisung’s left, pinning it next to his head as he slammed their lips together once more. He couldn’t help the way his own hips drove down against Jisung’s sinfully flat tummy. His other hand snaked out from behind his head and squeezed the younger boy’s chest, flicking his thumb over his peaked nipple.
“Ahh!” Jisung moaned, pulling away from their kiss to throw his head back in ecstasy. Chan lowered himself down his pretty chest, licking at his other nipple, eliciting more moans from his younger brother.
Chan froze as he heard a click, turning his head to see Three’s gun pointed at his head. Right, them. “Stick something in his fucking hole before I come over there and fuck him myself.” Chan sneered at him, leaning down to Jisung’s ear.
“Keep your eyes closed, Sungie.” Jisung gave him a minute nod, but Chan could see how his deep, blissful breaths had turned shallow, cautious. He raised himself off of Jisung, standing at the edge of the bed and taking two steps to his nightstand, reaching into the drawer and pulling out a small bottle of lube.
“And who said you can use that?” Chan stopped, looking up to see One, Two and Three, all with their dick’s in their hands and pumping them lazily, all guns pointed at him. “Fuck him dry.”
“No.”
“The fuck did you just say, hero?” Chan bit the inside of his cheek, shaking his head slowly.
“I agreed to fuck my little brother for you. So I do it my way. You said if I fucked him, no one would get hurt, and that includes during. I’m not fucking him without prepping him properly.” Chan said clearly, he refused to hurt Jisung, not more than he already was, already had. One took half a step forward, and Chan braced for the explosion of pain that was sure to follow, but when there was nothing, he opened his eyes to see Two with his hand on One’s shoulder, pulling him back. Two seemed to give him a warning look, before gesturing to him to continue.
“Just get on with it, kid.” Chan nodded slowly, kneeling between Jisung’s spread legs. He reached to the head of his bed, grabbing a pillow and giving Jisung’s hip a gentle squeeze.
“Lift your hips for me, baby.” He murmured, watching as Jisung planted his feet on the mattress, lifting his hips, and Chan was hypnotised by the way his tiny little cock bounced against his navel with the movement. God he shouldn’t want him; this should have just been something for them to endure… not desire. But here he was, desiring his little brother in ways that should be forbidden, are forbidden… But it didn’t feel wrong…
As he placed the pillow under his hips, he lowered himself, so his face was level with Jisung’s hard cock. It was cute, just like his brother. He put a generous amount of lube on his index finger, kissing the inside of Jisung’s thigh as he saw him gasp, his eyes shooting open to stare down at him, like a deer in headlights. “Hyungie… I-I’m scared…”
“It’s okay, baby… I’ll make you feel good, just relax for me… close your eyes and relax.” Jisung did so, but Chan could see his shoulders were still tense, rigid in anticipation. Chan sighed, praying to whatever God first came to mind to forgive him. He took Jisung’s small cock in his hand, ignoring Jisung’s half-gasp, half-moan, as he groaned. He’s smaller than his hand. He stroked him gently, only using two fingers and his thumb as he couldn’t wrap his whole hand around him. He licked at his tip, and hummed satisfied as Jisung’s hips jerked upwards, a whimper breaking through his lips, the plump bottom one caught between his teeth.
Without allowing himself time to think about what he was doing, he wrapped his lips around Jisung’s cock and swallowed him down, fitting his whole cock in his mouth easily. Jisung moaned loudly, one hand fisting the bed, while the other flew to grip Chan’s hair tightly. Chan’s scalp burned, which only spurred him on, bobbing his head with newfound enthusiasm, swirling his tongue around the head on every rear of his head.
“Hnng!! Ahh-aaahhh… f-fuck! Hyung!! S-shit!!” Jisung moaned above him, and Chan used the opportunity to move his slicked-up finger to his hole, circling it slowly, teasing him. He could vaguely hear the three home invaders pleasuring themselves somewhere to his left, but between Jisung’s euphoric vocalisations, and his own blood rushing in his ears and his cock, he didn’t much care. He slowly pressed his finger into Jisung’s hole, producing a whole new moan from the younger boy.
“That’s it, baby, tell me how good you feel, how good Hyung is making you feel…” Jisung cried out, grinding his ass down onto Chan’s finger, as he slipped in a second. Jisung’s hole was getting looser by the second. He felt Jisung clench around his fingers and quickly slipped them out, popping off of his leaking cock, watching slightly bemused as Jisung whimpered, his hips stuttering as his orgasm was denied.
“W-why did you stop..?” Jisung whimpered, looking down at him with teary, desperate eyes.
“Yes,” One uttered, his hand gripping the handle of his gun, “Why did you stop?” Chan ignored him, moving to apply a copious amount of lube to his achingly hard cock, thus far untouched. He groaned as he stroked himself, before inching forward and lining himself up with Jisung’s twitching hole. He looked Jisung in the eye and smiled softly.
“I’m going to take your virginity, Jisungie, and I don’t want you cumming unless it’s on my cock.” Jisung gasped, moaning as he looked down at Chan’s cock between his ass cheeks. He bit his lip, visibly shaking. Chan lowered himself, pressing their chests together, their foreheads together as he looked at him deeply, seeing him properly for the first time all night. “Tell me Jisung, tell me you want this, want me.”
“I… I want you, Hyung. Please… please fuck me…” Chan gave him a quick, chaste kiss.
“Forgive me.”
“There’s nothing to forgive…” And with that, Chan pressed the blunt, wet head of his cock to Jisung’s hole, slowly pushing forward. At the same time, he pressed their lips together, forcing his tongue in and pulling Jisung to him. They both moaned into each other’s mouths as the head of Chan’s cock finally breached his hole, sinking in. Chan immediately stopped pushing, using every ounce of his willpower not to fuck into his tight heat straight away. Jisung whimpered slightly, pulling away from their kiss to focus on his breathing. Chan dipped his head to his neck, sucking on his pulse point hungrily and gaining another moan from the younger boy, causing Chan to inadvertently slip deeper inside.
Chan heard another click, and froze, raising his head to see Jisung shaking in fear, eyes crossed to look at the gun pressed to his forehead. Chan’s eyes shot up and stared incredulously at Two, whose free hand didn’t stop stroking his own cock. “Fuck him, now, no more stalling. Or you’ll be fucking your baby brother’s corpse.” Chan whimpered, glancing down at Jisung, who was sobbing again. He looked back up at Two and nodded hastily.
“Okay! O-okay… just… move the gun… please.” The gun was pulled away, but all three invaders stayed close at the foot of the bed, jerking themselves off to the sight before them. Chan drew his hips back, before driving them in with a groan. Jisung was so fucking tight, and almost on instinct, Jisung wrapped his hips around his waist, pulling him closer. Chan fucked into him, picking up the pace until all they could do was moan into each other’s air.
Jisung was crying; Chan was crying. Chan buried his face in Jisung’s neck, who clawed at his back as Chan ploughed deeper into him, the pair of them moaning messes lost in pleasure. Chan drove himself deeper, soon losing himself entirely, rambling small, broken, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Sungie… forgive me… hnngg, fuck…” over and over again.
Jisung sobbed into his hair, muttering his own string of, “It’s okay, it’s alright… aahhh… Hyungie… shit-” The pair of them were plunging closer and closer to the edge of bliss, neither wanting to end; both wanting to finish. Chan’s thrusts gradually grew sloppy, uncoordinated as he drew nearer to his own release. Jisung suddenly moaned loudly, pressing his lips to Chan’s ear. “Hyung… I- my tummy… I feel weird… I… it feels good-what.. what’s happening?”
Chan drew his head back, looking deeply into his shimmering eyes, finding confusion and apprehension, and it dawned on him that this was Jisung’s first orgasm… oh, his sweet, innocent little boy… not so little, not so innocent anymore. He smiled at him, conveying all the love and care he could into a single look. “It’s okay, sweet one, relax, let it happen. I’ll make it feel even better, I promise.” He wrapped a hand around his waist and pulled him up higher, thrusting in again, and finally hitting that elusive bundle of nerves he’d been driving for the whole time.
Jisung seized, his hands gripping Chan’s shoulders harshly as he came, his little cock spurting pathetically between them, painting their torsos in his release, his already impossibly tight hole clenching around Chan’s throbbing cock. His hips stuttered, picking up the pace until he was sure his hips would leave bruises on Jisung’s ass, his neck already covered in his marks. “Sung… fuck- Ji- I… I c-can’t… aghh,” He groaned, mouthing at his neck, his collarbone, anything his mouth could reach. Jisung nodded, showing no sign of removing his legs from his waist, making it impossible for Chan to pull out. Chan drew his hips back, trying desperately to pull out, when hands pushed down on his hips, the cold blade of a knife pressing dangerously into the small of his back.
“You fucking cum inside him, no pulling out, there’s a good boy.” Chan whined high in his throat, as his cock was forced deep into Jisung and held there, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. His cock hurt, and he desperately wanted to cum, but he couldn’t; it’s wrong… it felt so fucking good, Jisung felt so fucking good, but he couldn’t do that to him.
Jisung kissed his jaw, bringing him out of his brain cloud as he blinked away tears. Jisung was still quietly crying, but he gave him a brave smile. “It’s okay… Hyungie… y-you can… I’ll be okay…” Chan moaned, crashing their lips together as he pressed his hips as deep as he could go, cumming quickly from Jisung’s voice alone, his warm, wet hole clenching around him once more. He shook with the force of his orgasm, Jisung stroking his hair softly as he came down from his high.
He’d just cum in his brother… made his brother cum on his cock… He looked up to ask their abusers if they were satisfied, and realised what was about to happen just in time, he grabbed Jisung’s head and buried his face into his neck, shielding his younger, smaller frame with his older, broader one, as all three assailants came together, their release painting Chan’s back as they groaned and grunted above them. Chan held Jisung close, the pair of them shaking, and Chan could feel his little brother’s clenched fists against his chest, hiding from their sight as best he could.
Chan’s hair was pulled, yanking his head up as he grit his teeth, watching as One and Three left the room, while Two got up close to his face, pressing his masked nose to Chan’s cheek. “Such a pleasure spending the night with you two, let’s do this again sometime.” From the tone of his voice, Chan could tell he was grinning, and it just made him feel sick all over again. Two let go of his hair and walked from the room, the echo of his sadistic chuckle haunting Chan’s mind for what felt like ten minutes after. Chan slowly detached himself from Jisung, gingerly pulling out and feeling the younger boy shiver and groan quietly. Chan sat up, hooking his arms under Jisung’s knees and back and pulled him into his lap, tipping his shaking chin up to look at him.
“Jisung? Baby, can you look at me? Please… are you okay? Did I hurt you? Please, Sungie, talk to me.” Chan watched as Jisung’s small frame burst into tears, as he threw his arms around his neck and hugged him tightly, curling into a ball in his lap and burying his face in his neck. Chan held him, rubbing his hands up and down Jisung’s back, feeling every groove of his spine, his own heart beating with relief every time Jisung took a broken breath, another sob wracking his body. They were alive. Exhausted and scarred, both physically and mentally, but they were alive, Jisung was alive, and that was all that mattered to Chan. He held his little brother as he cried, silent tears slipping from Chan’s own bloodshot eyes, until the younger’s body gave out on him, slipping into unconsciousness and what Chan could only hope would be a dreamless, undisturbed sleep.
They’d talk about what happened in the morning, they’d clean up and call the police and try to go back to normal, and Chan would act as though he’d not enjoyed every minute, hide how he secretly hoped he’d get the opportunity to fuck Jisung again… only without the threat to their lives. But for now, Chan held Jisung, until he too drifted off to sleep.