Lux Æterna (they don’t sleep)
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snoozing_kittenTitle: Lux Æterna (they don’t sleep)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: KT-TUN/Jin, Jin/Young Saeng (SS501)
Summary: Where Jin takes it and gives it and people are not what they seem. Reality tastes the same as dreams. Then again, sometimes people just say what they mean.
Warnings: Gang-Bang
Notes: I really hope you enjoy this. Much thanks to my Beta and the ones who listen to me whine.
“A girl has lost her dancing shoes, on a yellow road.” Young Saeng hummed to himself, sticking to the shadows easily; there were always a lot of shadows in his dreams. “We live in Oz.” It helped him focus. Kept him grounded and reminded him of where and when he was and more importantly why he was here. The faint niggling in the back of his mind, like all the lines and angles of the room didn’t line up properly. Reminded him not to get lost himself, yellow roads were harder to find when you were the one who was supposed to be calling the shots.
He smiled lightly, the Smiling Prince, watched the club scene that played out across the bar. Faceless people, all grinding and moaning in a full-on hedonistic orgy under the swirling lights on the dance floor. Here and there were some familiar faces, shining among the sea of shadowy people, people that Jin would recognize and a few from Young Saeng’s own memory. He always found that kind of fucking creepy. There was Hyun Joong sitting in one of the booths watching lazily as Jung Min danced wildly with some faceless character like he was trying to call the rains. Hyung Joon was behind the far bar smiling as he mixed drinks with a flourish and Kyu Jong was collecting glasses and hefting a tray over the patron’s heads with ease as he slipped through the crowd. Ye Sung was laughing loudly, perched against the bar and giving people a smouldering look and brushing off their advances with ease born of practice.
Jin tossed back a shot of something that burned like fire and he could feel it in his chest, searing and too-alcoholic. Perfect for his mood. He wanted to get trashed, couldn’t remember why, but he always had a reason or another. Things didn’t fit right, nothing he did felt right, like wearing clothing a size too big. He was always picking at the edges and tucking in the loose bits, rolling up the pant legs of his life. In honour of it he slammed the little glass on the bar and it made a loud hollow sound he could feel with his hand, but was physically swallowed-up by the generic pounding bass.
The bartender was facing away from him, serving someone else, so Jin nodded his head to the beat and waited. He should have just ordered two in the first place.
The bartender finally turned towards him and Jin blinked at the dark black hole where his face should be.
“Here.” He set down something toxic-blue in colour, a little sloshed over the end and spilled down the side of the glass. “From that guy.” He pointed and Jin leaned on the bar to look at where he was pointing and noticed a tall blond man leaning on the bar in a rather dramatically dashing fashion. He grinned and wiggled his fingers. Jin rolled his eyes. Junno.
“Okay thanks, and one more shot of, whatever that was.”
“Sure.”
The bar tended turned away from him and Jin mopped up the droplet that spilled down the side of the cold glass with his fingers and licked them clean. It tasted sweet with the bitter tang of alcohol hiding just under the layer of coy fruit. Junno would drink something like this. He took a sip of it, letting the sugar crawl across his tongue. Washed down the first half with another shot of fire and finished off the drink. Now he was feeling good, light and airy. Freed from gravity and totally ready to fly away.
Right around when he started to feel really good did he finally realize that it’d been more than just alcohol in his electric tonic. “Junno, you fucker.” Jin slurred when an arm wrapped around his waist. Too weak and dizzy to push off whoever was smiling warmly against his neck, the smooth chuckle seemed familiar but he couldn’t place it, his legs refusing to listen to him as he was led from the bar.
He was aware of cold air and someone slipping under his other arm as he began to fade, the two people all but dragged him. Why couldn’t anyone see what was going on? Why was no one stopping them? Jin tried to speak but his tongue was swollen and thick in his mouth.
When became aware of his body again it was with a low moan, his head felt like it was full of cotton balls and used tissue.
“Shh.” Fingers carded through his hair and when Jin tried to sit up, they grabbed his hair and pulled him back. He cried out softly-- that fucking hurt. “Hush now.” A low voice crooned above him.
That was Ueda, and when he opened his eyes there he was, smiling at him thinly and petting long fingers through his hair, working through the tangles gently. He hummed low in his throat, deep voice resonating and full lips pressed together in his awkward half smile.
“What’s going on? Where am I?” The ground was colder under his ass and he didn’t recognize the room at all.
“It doesn’t matter.” He found a big knot and tugged on it until his fingers could slide through his hair smoothly again. It was helping to soothe that odd stuffy feeling from his brain; he could remember a club, drinking. He could piece together blurry images of staggering down the street and arms lifting him and tugging every time his legs threatened to give out under him.
“Did you kidnap me?” Because saying it out loud made it seem like it made more sense, because right now? Right now this was some fucking topsy-turvy shit. Ueda wasn’t the type to kidnap people, he was a more simple and straightforward type. He told you to be somewhere, and if you were not there would be hell to pay. He didn’t play elaborate games.
“Of course not. Junno and Maru did.” Well that makes sense. Not.
“Why?”
“Because I wanted to.” That was Kame. He walked through the doorway, wearing only jeans and too skinny chest, with wet hair dripping on his naked shoulders. Maru was a step behind him with a towel; his hair was wet too, face all flushed and lips obviously swollen and wet. Jin growled low in his throat, going to move, but fingers in his hair kept him from getting up again, slamming his head back onto the floor hard enough to stun him. Jin snarled and Ueda’s hands dropped the pretence of being nice all together, sharp talons digging into the soft muscle of his shoulders and forcing him to stay lying on the ground, even as his feet kicked out uselessly catching nothing but air and marble.
“Don’t make me hurt you.” Ueda said sweetly, his smile stretching into something more Cheshire like.
“Asshole.” Jin hissed, and Ueda just hummed pleasantly in response.
“I’ll go get the others.” Maru smiled, his ‘please don’t make me get on the roller coaster’ smile, two thirds fear and one third pathetic uncertainty. There would be no help from him, even if he wasn’t in on whatever the bloody hell the others were on he wouldn’t come between them.
“You couldn’t have just sent a SMS like a normal person?” Jin asked, glaring balefully at Kame as the younger man stalked around the room.
“Nope.” Kame was way too calm for this. The other man suffered from nerves, and he’d druggedJin and now Ueda has him pinned to the floor and instead of looking nervous Kame looked like he’s assessing outfits for a photo shoot. Cool as a cucumber.
“Son of a bitch.” He sneered. Just because he was certain that Ueda would hurt him didn’t mean he had to stop being a mouthy bitch because this was insanity. He had the right to be a little mouthy. He had earned it when Junno roofied him, which will never not be embarrassing. Junno, with his too-pretty platinum hair, was about a subtle as a giraffe on his better days. “Are you even going to tell me why?”
“Because you’ve been bad.” Ueda laughed, and he had a pretty smile.
“And you’ll get what you deserve.” Kame’s smile inspired no comfort at all; in fact it made something in his stomach tighten uncomfortably. That was Kame’s serious face, his ‘no more bull-shit’ face and if Jin hadn’t been so pissed he might have actually thought to listen to him.
“And what’s that?” He sneered, seriously wondering if the weight he had on Ueda would be enough to get up or if he was at too much of a tactical disadvantage already.
“Whatever we want,” Kame answered easily, and Jin’s answer caught in his throat when Ueda grabbed his hair and forced his head back, pulling his neck uncomfortably. Lips he’d always admired turned cruel, teeth biting down on his bottom lip even as his hands came up clawing to get free; he couldn’t breathe like this and Ueda’s tongue was hot and disgusting on the seam of his lips.
He finally clawed his way to freedom hissing and spitting and completely furious. “You twisted bitch.”
Ueda smiled at him, licking his bottom lip with a coy smile.
“Going somewhere?” That was Junno’s purr, and Jin stiffened when he felt the tall man’s arms snake around him, lifting him to his feet. “You’ve got to stay for the party; I hear we’re playing pin the tail on the donkey. The dirty edition.”
“You are so fucking kinky.” Koki laughed, and he strolled into the room, plopping down on the small couch, sprawling with his arm across the backrest leaving a Maru-sized space for the older man to curl up in. Jin felt Junno’s brilliant smile against his hair, body gone taught in the tall man’s arms.
“Let me go.”
“Okay.”
Junno let him go, but didn’t move out of his personal space. The way they were all around the room, there wasn’t a way he could face and keep them all in his line of sight. Koki sitting on the couch, one hand on Maru’s tummy, up under his shirt, Maru staring at him with wide eyes, face flushed and lips bitten. Leaning by the window, Ueda watching him with a blank, almost doll-like expression on his face, and of course his eyes were dark and full of sadistic amusement. Kame had his arms crossed over his naked, skinny chest and a smirk curling the corners of his thin mouth. Lastly, Junno’s expression seemed far too amused for the situation, leaning in his tight, black jeans and a white tank top he’d been wearing at the club, hips cocked suggestively.
“I don’t know.”
“Don’t fuck with us.” Kame spoke for the group and Junno made a soft laughing sound, if he didn’t know Junno, he would have thought the tall man was scoffing at him. “You know. Exactly. What. We. Want.” He said each word carefully, a verdict.
“You don’t want to do this.” Jin tried to say calmly, his vocal chords itching to scream his anger out. Kame’s smirk said otherwise. He should have known better then to turn his back on Ueda, the other man wrapping arms around his middle.
“If I were you I wouldn’t fight.”
“Fuck you.” Jin spat, trying to shove Ueda off of him, unable to actually hurt him, couldn’t cross that one line.
Jin gasped, eyes wide when something sharp was pressed against the side of his face, holy shit, step back and calm down. “He told you not to fight.” Junno said, and impossibly he spoke as if he was smiling, like there was something funny about all of this. It was probably at that moment, the slight sting of the blade kissing his neck, that he realized that they were dead serious.
“You’re right. I don’t care if you want it. This is your punishment.” Kame smiled at him. “Just relax.” Once upon a time what felt like a million years ago he’d said that to Kame; they had been so young then and just curious about sex and he’d been playing it off like he was some Casanova when the most experience he had was clumsy blow jobs with YamaPi and curious fingering with Maru. Now it was all backwards ’Just Relax’, he didn’t it expect to go any better this time.
“You’re kidding right?”
“Not in the least. Well not right now anyways.” Junno answered this time and Jin was too busy freaking out to really think about the hands on him, the petting down his sides, arms and shoulders. Clever fingers dipping under hems and brushing his skin, Ueda up in his face and Junno at his back, sandwiched between them. Maybe had day-dreamed about it once or twice, but he never wanted it like this.
“It doesn’t have to be all bad.” Junno said softly, pushing his shirt up his torso and off.
“Go to hell.” Jin hissed at him, sucking in a quick breath when someone pinched his bicep hard.
His pants were removed with less finesse, denim dragging down his thighs and scraping the soft skin along the way. Having Ueda kneeling at his feet was something he’d often thought about alone in the shower, but never had the pleasure of seeing-- a mouth like a whore, and a wicked right hook if you told him as much. Too bad he really couldn’t enjoy it, not with the flat of the knife pressed to his shoulder.
“Here.” Koki threw another pillow and Maru caught it before it hit him in the side of the head. He missed the next one and it bounced off his shoulder. Koki grinned.
“Wouldn’t it be easier to just move to the bedroom?” Maru sighed, put upon as he piled pillows.
“You’re not getting my bed dirty,” Ueda said flatly. Jin glared at them all, trying to be fierce in his boxers, and Maru shook his head, going back to arranging the pillows Koki kept tossing at him with a pout.
Junno snapped the band of his boxers against his hip and smiled. “So who wants to have a go first?”
“No fucking way,” Jin hissed and Junno sighed behind him.
“I will hold you down if I need to.”
“We could gag him.” Koki offered helpfully, still sprawled on the couch. Lazy mother fucker.
Jin grit his teeth, digging his hands into the cushion, seriously wishing he could reach Kame’s skinny neck, spread over Junno’s lap like a naughty child completely naked with the denim covered thighs digging into his stomach. When he’d fought as they tried to get him down into the nest on the floor, Ueda had grabbed his hair roughly again, pressing his thumb into the cut the knife had left. ’I won’t tie you up, but I will make you take this. Got it?’
So help them god, Jin was going to try and bite off the first dick that came anywhere near his face. Junno’s hands where on his back, stroking down his spine in a way that was anything but comforting. Slick fingers spread his ass, and Jin gripped the cushions harder, refusing to turn and see who it was, knowing without looking that it was Kame.
Slick fingers pressing inside relentlessly and he would rather bite through his own lip then let out the sound that wanted to claw its way out of his chest. He couldn’t stop the jerk when Kame’s fingers suddenly pressed deeper; rubbing everywhere at once and it might have felt good if Jin wasn’t so pissed off. Friction and the slide of something slick probing his ass, stretching him and Jin wanted to whine, his chest felt all tight with it, but wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.
Couldn’t stop the whine when he was being fucked with one of Kame’s slim fingers, pressing deep and backing off in an ever deepening rhythm. “Did you think I was going to fuck you dry?” Kame laughed, pressing two fingers into him, completely relentlessly. “No, you’re going to need this.” Kame hissed and Junno laughed.
‘Bite me.’ On the tip of his tongue. He would have said if he wasn’t completely sure that Junno wouldn’t actually do it just to spite him.
Kame had long, wicked fingers, thick knuckles, and Jin imagined he could feel them each individually, opened his eyes to a soft sound and found that Koki had pulled Maru back under his arm with a gentle smile that seemed absurdly out of context. Ueda was sitting on the arm of the couch watching him, watching them, and also looking completely unruffled by the situation.
Kame twisted his fingers and Jin grunted, stomach tightening uncontrollably. Oh hell no. There was no way. Jin closed his eyes again and pretended he was somewhere else. He probably should have been somewhere else. What was he doing tomorrow? Vocal practice?
It was too hard to focus on his schedule when Kame was fingering him and Jin snapped. “Get the fuck over with it.”
Kame laughed, mocking. “You want it that badly?”
“Bitch.” Jin hissed, and Junno’s hands which had been running down his spine grabbed his shoulders when he went to move.
“Ah ah. Be good.”
“Let him be.” Kame snapped and that was all the warning Jin got, Kame’s hands on his hips and pulling him up and back onto his cock. Deeper and thicker than his fingers and with even less grace, pushing in painfully and he couldn’t stop the sound that escaped his lips, a soft cry he wanted to grab it out of the air a moment later. “That’s good.” Kame’s hissed breath moist against his shoulder as he bent over his body and Jin shivered. Disgusting.
The pace was harsh, too hard, and Jin grit his teeth, couldn’t do any more then ride it out with two sets of hands holding him in place. If Kame fucked his girls like this, no wonder he never got a second date. Miserable son of a bitch.
Kame’s fingers dug into his shoulder, nails bruising as he used that as leverage to pull him back against his dick. Jin cried out, arching his back to lessen the pain, so fucking deep, shivering. Hated the fact that he could feel himself getting hard, Junno’s hands on his balls, toying with the soft papery skin with just the tips of his fingers. Junno always did have a thing for balls, circus freak reject.
Kame fucked him like jerking off too fast, just the right side of painful no matter how much slick you used. Couldn’t stop the way his breath hitched each time he pressed inside, forcing Jin back on his cock, had bitten his tongue at some point and tasted the metallic tang of his blood.
“You do like it.” Kame grunted, leaning over Jin and pressing him back down into Junno’s lap, his hip pressing into the obvious shape of the tall man’s erection as he was trapped under them awkwardly. “I can tell.”
“G-go fuck yourself.” Jin hated the hitch in his breathing, the pounding of his heart in his temples, could feel Kame’s lips on his shoulders and purposefully leaned away from the contact. Kame moved his hand to his hair, forcing him close, not close enough to kiss, but close enough to breathe against his ear, the side of his face, making him break out in shivers. What the fuck was he thinking when he’d wanted to grow it out anyways.
“I’ve always wanted to do this you know,” Kame hissed. “How does it feel to be the bitch for once?”
Jin snarled wordlessly at him and Kame groaned, obviously taking pleasure from his body.
When he came it seemed like it took forever and since when had Kame ever had that kind of endurance without a cock ring anyways? It felt like relief when Kame finally jerked against him with a shuddering breath and a small, almost sweet, sound. It was the faintest notion of heat; Jin grimaced at the feeling of Kame’s semen filling his ass like some bad porno. Kame pulled away with one last mocking kiss to his shoulder and Junno giggled, rolling his hips up to rub against Jin’s stomach, Jin’s skin already starting to heat up with sweat and exertion.
“Want to draw straws for who get sloppy seconds?” Koki’s voice was rough, lounging on the couch now, with Ueda on one side and Maru on the other, pants already open to show his shiny cock. Maru was flushed, mouth raw and wet. “Junno?”
“I’m good.”
“Awesome.” Koki, ran his hands though Maru’s hair, and Maru smiled at him, not his usual unsure smile but his unguarded and happy grin, looked obscene with his lips all bruised like that. Was it too petty to hope Koki came all over Maru’s stupid face and didn’t get anywhere near his ass?
Junno wiggled out of from under him in a surprisingly agile move and Jin collapsed on the cushions, refusing to lift even a finger to help that fucker get what he wanted. The sound of a zipper being pulled and Junno’s jean-clad legs to either side of his hips-- he wasn’t even going to get undressed for this. He could feel the cotton ribbing of his sleeveless top rubbing against his shoulders and Jin grit his teeth against the feel of denim against the backs of his thighs.
“Oh no you don’t-- up.” Hands under his chest and heaving him up, Jin hadn’t thought Junno had the strength in his arms for something like that. Jin grunted as he was lifted into a kneeling position, the impossible length of Junno’s body pressed against his back, the heat of his dick rubbing against his lower back.
“Just get it over with.”
“I think not.” Junno’s arm cut across his stomach, keeping him pinned where he was, and with the other he cupped Jin’s dick. Soft and overly sensitive, his ass cheeks were sliding uncomfortably with lube, the touch was a shock and he breathed out sharply. “Hey, relax.” He couldn’t stop the way his body reacted, soft fingers curling around his dick, and as pissed off as he was he couldn’t be really terrified of these idiots. He was almost completely hard in Junno’s hand in an embarrassingly short amount of time.
Hated the fact that he felt empty, open, loose.
Fought it, but Junno was pinching his side and it hurt enough to have him moving in the right direction, spreading his thighs as he was flipped onto his back, refused to look at his stupid smile (but he could feel it). Arched his back up and hissed when he was stretched around his dick.
“Fuck.” Junno grunted, and Jin pressed his eyes shut.
“That’s right.” Junno chuckled against his ribs, biting into his skin lightly and Jin tried to jerk away from the touch, couldn’t with hands pinning his hips to the floor.
Junno’s pace wasn’t as quick, but that didn’t help any. Thin, but well-muscled, he hoisted Jin’s ass into his lap, changing the angle and Jin’s shoulder connected with the floor when he shifted.
“Touch yourself.” Junno said, leaning back, holding Jin’s hips up so he could thrust up and into him. The angles were all different, the swollen head of his cock pressing so deep, and making his whole body twitch and dance like a puppet on a string.
“Fuck no.” Jin hissed, hard, but not about to give in. He was going to fight for every fucking inch.
“As you wish.” They shifted again, this time both of Jin’s shoulders were on the hard floor and his legs were wrestled up on Junno’s slim shoulders. He tried to knee him in the head. Junno heaved a sigh and wrapped his legs around his waist instead, and shoved a pillow under Jin’s hips putting more of his weight on his shoulders. He snarled and Junno simply ignored him.
Shallower range, but quicker. Junno pounding him, one hand on his dick and Jin wanted to hate it. Wanted desperately to hate the feeling of Junno’s dick in his ass, hand on his cock, but it felt so good, friction singing in his skin, pain in his shoulders not enough to distract him. Clever fingers rubbing over the head of his dick just the way he liked it and Jin shivered.
He came with a grunt, sticky all over his stomach and Junno’s hand. Through the heat that blossomed in his stomach he hated it. Face burning as he refused to stare when Ueda laughed, Kame’s amused snort.
“Told ya to just relax.” Junno’s breathing was heavier, wet hand back on his hip and lifting him into the jerky movements of Junno’s hips. He came with a grunt, pushing into Jin hard and fast as he shivered through it, Jin could feel the heat of his skin every place they touched. Overly sensitive from his orgasm, his whole body alight to the point of pain.
When Junno pulled away it was Maru’s face hovering above his with a soft smile.
“I’m next.”
“Fuck you.” Jin tried to roll away but Maru grabbed his shoulder and pressed him back against the floor with more force than strictly necessary.
“Play nice.” Maru rearranged the cushions so that his shoulders were off the floor at least. Could already feel the forming bruise. Maru fit between his thighs nicely, skinny and all gangly angles and sticking his too-big nose in places it didn’t belong. Sharp fingers pressing up inside of him and Jin cried out biting his lip. That hurt. “That’s Kame’s and Junno’s cum.” Maru sounded amused, pulling his slick fingers free. “You’re all wet.”
Jin couldn’t say anything to that, just glared when Maru wiped his fingers clean on his side.
“This might hurt a little.”
And it did. Jin’s insides all mixed up already, ass sore from the abuse and Maru was pushing inside, too thick and too hot and Jin grunted, taking it as best he could. Maru didn’t apologize. He just set up an even tempo and pressed his small hands to Jin’s shoulders. It hurt, and Jin just wished it would end already.
“You’re doing great.” Maru’s smile didn’t help any, wet bangs sticking to his flushed face, leaning over Jin and pinning him down as he forced his legs towards his chest. Maru wasn’t gentle, but he wasn’t unnecessarily harsh either, bottom lip bitten between his teeth as he seemed to want to get as close as possible to Jin while he fucked.
When Maru came he dug his blunt nails into Jin’s shoulders and it stung, bright sharp points of pain that snapped him out of the funk he was in. Jin groaned, shoving at his chest to get him off, Maru was making a soft moaning sound in his throat almost like a purr. It hurt even more when he pulled out, all dragging friction on his over-abused ass. Sweat on his skin stung the scratches and he could feel heat and wetness on his ass, lube and come starting to leak because he was too open, too stretched to hold it in.
Jin flushed.
“If I’d known you’d have liked it, I really would have forced you to do this long ago.” Ueda laughed, fingers and wicked nails sliding through the mess between his cheeks. “Hands and knees looks best for you.” Ueda said simply, brushing his hair away from where it stuck to the sides of his face.
Which was really more of elbows and knees, ass in the air, lube trailing down over his balls. The position only made it a little less painful when Ueda slid in.
“Hurts?” Ueda’s teeth sank into his shoulder and Jin groaned, curling his back, causing his teeth to scrape and slide across his shoulder blade.
“Yes,” Jin groaned, letting his forehead touch the cushions. He couldn’t fight anymore.
“Good.” Ueda pressed a smacking kiss to his shoulder.
When he fucked it was like he wasn’t there, didn’t touch Jin more than necessary, just the brush of their thighs, and his strong hands one on his hip and one on his shoulder pulling him back into each pulse of his hips.
Hands on his cheeks, smoothing over his forehead, made him open his eyes, he had been lost somewhere in his head. Koki’s hip was right in his face, completely naked, and dick already hard. Jin tried to toss his head but Koki tugged on his hair with his free hand and Jin stilled, letting his mouth fall open.
Koki fed him his cock with a hiss, and Jin let his mouth go slack for Koki to use. It tasted salty and musky, hot against his tongue and bitten lips. Koki’s fingers curling around his jaw and forcing him to keep his head up on arms and neck that strained with the effort as Ueda pounded him from the other side. Jin just closed his eyes and let them do it. Literally tugged in two directions at once, trying not to focus too much on any one feeling.
From there it could have been forever-- he’d lost track, couldn’t even be bothered to acknowledge the ache in his jaw as it added to the list of places that were sore. His whole body throbbed with being used well, like a huge bruise. Ueda stiffened, his rhythm thrown off as he came with a growl.
Of course Koki wouldn’t be satisfied with his mouth. Fingers pushed in whatever was running down the insides of his thighs back inside him and he twitched and groaned. His rim felt sore, too much, seriously doubted he could take one more cock until Koki was pushing in with a shuddering breath. He felt impossibly hug, and it hurt like a bitch but he could take it. Was viciously proud of himself for it.
Each jarring thrust was too deep and too much and Jin had to clench his jaw, fingers hooking into the cushion under him as Koki crooned something he couldn’t make out over the rush of blood in his ears.
Jin couldn’t say what made him look up, something beckoning him. Saw the flash of a pale cheek and fluffy black hair and everything snapped into focus so fast it hurt. The dream shattered around peeling away in fractions, faces and sensations blurring together.
~~
There were different names for what he could do. It was a gift, a curse and every cliché in between. For the most part he didn’t let it affect his life too much; he was like the spider-man with apathy. Well that and Young Saeng had no interest in full-spandex outfits (he didn’t really have the legs for it), and not even the slightest interest in using his ability to fight crime.
He had absolutely no intent of using his abilities for anything other than his own amusement.
Sleep Walker. But that’s not a good translation. Properly it was Dreamer. You don’t walk through other people’s dreams a passive observer, but nor was he a dictator. It was a blend, he could influence the setting and the mood, but the other person filled the dream with their own mind and what happened after that could mean anything. It was intimate, closer than just swapping saliva or other nastier bodily fluids, it was letting someone else see all the darkest spots of your mind and trusting they would still be there on the other side. Comme si de rein n'était, as if nothing happened.
~~
Young Saeng was still dozing lightly when Jin came to, a stupid mistake. He was woken with a start when sharp pain burst across his shoulder, hands digging into the sharp bone and tossing him into a heap on the foot of the bed arms flailing and catching the sheets and keeping him from falling to the floor. Suddenly awake too fast from a dream that wasn’t entirely his.
Jin was pissed, cheeks flushed and eyes too bright with anger.
“What the fuck did you think you were doing?” he hissed, voice rough and low.
He swallowed lightly and smiled one of his legs slipping off the bed and he was going to slide off all together but Jin fisted the front of his shirt and bodily hauled him up, the sound of stitches ripping loud in the otherwise too-quiet room. Young Saeng couldn’t stop the squeak, arms flailing to keep his balance as he was tossed to the other end of the bed, landing in a heap in the pillows. “Don’t even pretend that wasn’t you, I saw you.” He snarled, low and dangerous. All the lies he could spin wanted to tumble out, wanted to spill unclean on the sheets like vomit and Young Saeng stopped them.
“What you didn’t like the dream, Dorothy?” He smiled thinly instead. Jin’s hands never seemed as huge as they did in that moment wrapping around his neck and tightening painfully. All the care they took not to bruise each other anywhere visible gone in a heartbeat. His own hands came up to grab at Jin’s wrists impulsively but fingers flexed into the meat of his neck and his breathing became laboured.
“I would have done anything for you.” Jin’s face was equal parts anger and betrayal. Young Saeng closed his eyes and let his body go limp in Jin’s hands. The other man always felt more secure when he was in charge, needed to dominate. Might just be the edge he needed not to come out of this with Jin’s fingerprints dug into his skin. “Why?”
“You needed it.” He wheezed, soft voice gone raspy with the pressure on his vocal chords.
“Fuck you.” When Young Saeng opened his eyes Jin was staring down at him, perched on his prone body and body tensed and murderous, but the pressure eased up enough that he could take in one sharp breath, the oxygen flooding his lungs sweetly. “Explain.”
Before he could stutter out something, Jin was pressing his lips to his own, hard and unforgiving and Young Saeng opened up under him, letting him kiss him roughly. Ran his hands down his shaking shoulders, felt the muscles there bunch under his fingers. Jin’s hands moved from his neck to his face, cradling his jaw. It was obvious Jin wanted to scream and tear his bedroom apart by the way he kissed, more biting, harsh teeth on the soft defenceless bits of his lips. But his hands on his face were gentle. It was odd and intriguing and if Young Saeng were more in his head then out of his mind he might have stopped to think about it.
He was still caught between Jin’s rage and the last vestiges of the dream.
“Did you watch the whole thing?” Jin hissed against his cheek, pressing their faces too close together to see the expression in his eyes.
“Yes,” Young Saeng hissed. It had been eye-opening, intriguing to watch Jin getting fucked by some of the people he’d been forced to know best. He couldn’t say it didn’t get him hot, clinging to the shadows, palming his dick and reminding himself that it wasn’t really real.
“I hate you,” Jin hissed, and kissed him hard again, heat and teeth and tongue and all-over too-hard. He felt the moment a bite drew blood and shivered. Maybe he shouldn’t have pushed so hard so fast but there wasn’t time. They had stolen weekends, like the lost hour when you change your clock back, time no one sees or misses. He just didn’t have the time or the space, or really the motivation to talk about it.
Jin’s hands slid down his chest, cupping the curves of his rib cage and dug his nails into the softness between his ribs until Young Saeng arched up against him with a cry and he could slip his knee between his thighs, pressing against the thin pyjama pants he wore. He couldn’t hide the fact that he was hard, cock heavy and curving towards his stomach. Couldn’t hide that on some level he had enjoyed their shared dream.
Jin’s fingers curled around his waist, thumbs pressing lightly over his navel holding him close as he leaned into his neck, kissing the pale skin there. The scrape of teeth over bruising skin caused a thrill to go down his spine, arms breaking out in goose flesh.
He didn’t look at Young Saeng’s face once as he reached across them for the lube left haphazardly on the nightstand. He was braced for the first finger but it didn’t help him any, pushing into him and he moaned at the sensation of being breached. No foreplay, none of the usual teasing, perfunctory stretching so he didn’t break anything important; it was just on the side of clinical.
Moaned and arching anyways because this was Jin touching him and it would never not be everything he wanted. Jin’s fingers twisting and stretching him open. Tried to imagine himself wide and hungry like Jin had been and couldn’t do it; would have begged for it to stop before he’d been fucked literally five different ways from Sunday. Still, the thought, his dick jerked against his stomach, dribbling a little on the pale skin of his tummy. He was harder than the time Jin had done nothing more than licked him open, using his thumbs and tongue, just enough stretch so the head of his cock stretched him the rest of his way in a slide of delicious friction and being filled.
Hadn’t really even realized he was empty until that moment.
Jin was canting Young Saeng’s hips up, one of his legs over his shoulder and Jin turned his head and sunk his teeth into the impossibly soft skin on the inside of his thigh, pulling him violently from his thoughts with a squeaky yelp. It hurt, suction forcing blood to rush to the skin, heat and teeth toying with the sparse fat there. Could feel the heat of the bruise immediately, too close to his balls for comfort and all the more hot because of it.
There was a lurid purple bruise left on his skin and Jin rubbed his cheek against it, sliding with saliva and the slight scratch of not shaving for a few days. Jin has his eyes closed so he still couldn’t get a read on how pissed he was. Wished he’d look at him, even if he was angry, just so he’d know what to expect from him. Half expected to be fucked rough and put away wet. Fingers digging into the flesh of his ass and holding him open, the stretch a slight uncomfortable burn. Young Saeng twisted so he could press his cheek to the pillow. He wasn’t going to apologize, and he wasn’t going to beg. He sucked in a breath when Jin pressed against him, not enough to slip inside but hard enough for him to feel it, stretching open around him slowly. He groaned, arching his back and trying to push back. Jin growled, nails digging painfully into his skin.
“Don’t move.” Young Saeng bit his lip against the urge to tell him to just get on with it. “You are going to do what I want.”
He nodded slightly and Jin pressed in with small pulsing, surprisingly gentle, movements and he laid limp as he could get with his body thrumming with tension. They were as close as they were going to get but Jin was leaning over him pressing closer and closer, and Young Saeng wound his arms around his neck letting him rest his head against his chest even if it forced his legs up at an awkward angle. Jin’s arms hooked around his back forced him to sit up, clinging to him as he sat back on his heels, splayed awkwardly on his lap. Once his legs were in the right place it was like he was sinking deeper back on Jin’s dick and he moaned, pressing his face against his neck when Jin’s hands fitted around his ass and lifted him a little.
Slow and softly, shifting to find the best fit, Jin’s legs under his, curling around each other as they rocked. Each shift was a thrill of friction, and Jin pushing inside him, mouth working soundlessly at Jin’s neck. He tasted like the oily sweat of fear, bitter on his tongue but Young Saeng couldn’t get enough. Licking it up in broad sweeps of his tongue until all he could taste was salt and his own saliva.
Jin groaned and let his head fall to the side a little, arms flexing as he fucked him faster, letting him be pulled down onto his dick as he twisted his hips up and into the movement.
Jin lifted and pushed him back onto his back, head hitting the pillows hard and Jin’s body coming down on top of him harder forcing the air from his lungs. Faster and hard this way, not as deep but Jin had already made his point.
When Young Saeng came it was with Jin’s tongue in his mouth, and his hand wrapped possessively around his throat. He arched into it, mind stuttering and clicking like gears trying to catch for a moment. Shuddered as he came, curling up into Jin’s heat, slick and sticky between them. Over sensitive, making keening desperate noises as Jin fucked him harder. Young Saeng was almost relieved when Jin jerked against him, a muted sound trapped in his chest, close enough to feel it in Young Saeng’s. Couldn’t see his face because it was pressed against his hair, but he knew what Jin looked like when he came, slack mouth and flushed cheeks, lips red from sweet kisses. Jin shuddered through it, pressed so close Young Saeng could feel each delicate shiver along his skin.
Sticky, and covered in all matters of mess they curled up too close in the middle of the bed, Jin’s hands holding him tightly against his chest, head tucked against his shoulder.
“I wanted to be pissed off at you.” Jin said in the lull between one slow heartbeat and the next. “I want to hate you.”
“That’s okay.” Young Saeng purred, running his hands down Jin’s naked flanks, cooling skin and smooth muscle. Didn’t say that for a moment he thought Jin really was going to hurt him, fingers tightening cruelly around his throat, and he’d dreamed about it before. Dreamed a million ways to die even before Jin was even part of the picture.
“I want to know why.”
“I told you, you needed it.” Young Saeng licked his shoulder lightly, just the tip of his tongue drawing over the curve of his shoulder.
“Fuck that.” Jin hissed, tensing.
“You were guilty.” Young Saeng sighed against the wet spot and Jin jerked away from him, eyes glowing in the pale light, accusing.
“You don’t know shit about-”
“You can’t hide from me. I can feel your subconscious all the time,” Young Saeng said, and it was impossible someone with such a soft voice could make it so sharp, whip-like. “Tell me, when you think about it how do you feel now?”
Jin glared at him hard, but behind his frown he was thinking, feeling all the sore places in his mind he’d been ignoring. Like poking at a healing bruise, tentative and unsure, stunned by the sudden clarity. Young Saeng saw the answer in his eyes but didn’t press him, just smiled smugly.
“I would do anything for you,” he whispered against Jin’s cheek. That didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy it.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: KT-TUN/Jin, Jin/Young Saeng (SS501)
Summary: Where Jin takes it and gives it and people are not what they seem. Reality tastes the same as dreams. Then again, sometimes people just say what they mean.
Warnings: Gang-Bang
Notes: I really hope you enjoy this. Much thanks to my Beta and the ones who listen to me whine.
“A girl has lost her dancing shoes, on a yellow road.” Young Saeng hummed to himself, sticking to the shadows easily; there were always a lot of shadows in his dreams. “We live in Oz.” It helped him focus. Kept him grounded and reminded him of where and when he was and more importantly why he was here. The faint niggling in the back of his mind, like all the lines and angles of the room didn’t line up properly. Reminded him not to get lost himself, yellow roads were harder to find when you were the one who was supposed to be calling the shots.
He smiled lightly, the Smiling Prince, watched the club scene that played out across the bar. Faceless people, all grinding and moaning in a full-on hedonistic orgy under the swirling lights on the dance floor. Here and there were some familiar faces, shining among the sea of shadowy people, people that Jin would recognize and a few from Young Saeng’s own memory. He always found that kind of fucking creepy. There was Hyun Joong sitting in one of the booths watching lazily as Jung Min danced wildly with some faceless character like he was trying to call the rains. Hyung Joon was behind the far bar smiling as he mixed drinks with a flourish and Kyu Jong was collecting glasses and hefting a tray over the patron’s heads with ease as he slipped through the crowd. Ye Sung was laughing loudly, perched against the bar and giving people a smouldering look and brushing off their advances with ease born of practice.
Jin tossed back a shot of something that burned like fire and he could feel it in his chest, searing and too-alcoholic. Perfect for his mood. He wanted to get trashed, couldn’t remember why, but he always had a reason or another. Things didn’t fit right, nothing he did felt right, like wearing clothing a size too big. He was always picking at the edges and tucking in the loose bits, rolling up the pant legs of his life. In honour of it he slammed the little glass on the bar and it made a loud hollow sound he could feel with his hand, but was physically swallowed-up by the generic pounding bass.
The bartender was facing away from him, serving someone else, so Jin nodded his head to the beat and waited. He should have just ordered two in the first place.
The bartender finally turned towards him and Jin blinked at the dark black hole where his face should be.
“Here.” He set down something toxic-blue in colour, a little sloshed over the end and spilled down the side of the glass. “From that guy.” He pointed and Jin leaned on the bar to look at where he was pointing and noticed a tall blond man leaning on the bar in a rather dramatically dashing fashion. He grinned and wiggled his fingers. Jin rolled his eyes. Junno.
“Okay thanks, and one more shot of, whatever that was.”
“Sure.”
The bar tended turned away from him and Jin mopped up the droplet that spilled down the side of the cold glass with his fingers and licked them clean. It tasted sweet with the bitter tang of alcohol hiding just under the layer of coy fruit. Junno would drink something like this. He took a sip of it, letting the sugar crawl across his tongue. Washed down the first half with another shot of fire and finished off the drink. Now he was feeling good, light and airy. Freed from gravity and totally ready to fly away.
Right around when he started to feel really good did he finally realize that it’d been more than just alcohol in his electric tonic. “Junno, you fucker.” Jin slurred when an arm wrapped around his waist. Too weak and dizzy to push off whoever was smiling warmly against his neck, the smooth chuckle seemed familiar but he couldn’t place it, his legs refusing to listen to him as he was led from the bar.
He was aware of cold air and someone slipping under his other arm as he began to fade, the two people all but dragged him. Why couldn’t anyone see what was going on? Why was no one stopping them? Jin tried to speak but his tongue was swollen and thick in his mouth.
When became aware of his body again it was with a low moan, his head felt like it was full of cotton balls and used tissue.
“Shh.” Fingers carded through his hair and when Jin tried to sit up, they grabbed his hair and pulled him back. He cried out softly-- that fucking hurt. “Hush now.” A low voice crooned above him.
That was Ueda, and when he opened his eyes there he was, smiling at him thinly and petting long fingers through his hair, working through the tangles gently. He hummed low in his throat, deep voice resonating and full lips pressed together in his awkward half smile.
“What’s going on? Where am I?” The ground was colder under his ass and he didn’t recognize the room at all.
“It doesn’t matter.” He found a big knot and tugged on it until his fingers could slide through his hair smoothly again. It was helping to soothe that odd stuffy feeling from his brain; he could remember a club, drinking. He could piece together blurry images of staggering down the street and arms lifting him and tugging every time his legs threatened to give out under him.
“Did you kidnap me?” Because saying it out loud made it seem like it made more sense, because right now? Right now this was some fucking topsy-turvy shit. Ueda wasn’t the type to kidnap people, he was a more simple and straightforward type. He told you to be somewhere, and if you were not there would be hell to pay. He didn’t play elaborate games.
“Of course not. Junno and Maru did.” Well that makes sense. Not.
“Why?”
“Because I wanted to.” That was Kame. He walked through the doorway, wearing only jeans and too skinny chest, with wet hair dripping on his naked shoulders. Maru was a step behind him with a towel; his hair was wet too, face all flushed and lips obviously swollen and wet. Jin growled low in his throat, going to move, but fingers in his hair kept him from getting up again, slamming his head back onto the floor hard enough to stun him. Jin snarled and Ueda’s hands dropped the pretence of being nice all together, sharp talons digging into the soft muscle of his shoulders and forcing him to stay lying on the ground, even as his feet kicked out uselessly catching nothing but air and marble.
“Don’t make me hurt you.” Ueda said sweetly, his smile stretching into something more Cheshire like.
“Asshole.” Jin hissed, and Ueda just hummed pleasantly in response.
“I’ll go get the others.” Maru smiled, his ‘please don’t make me get on the roller coaster’ smile, two thirds fear and one third pathetic uncertainty. There would be no help from him, even if he wasn’t in on whatever the bloody hell the others were on he wouldn’t come between them.
“You couldn’t have just sent a SMS like a normal person?” Jin asked, glaring balefully at Kame as the younger man stalked around the room.
“Nope.” Kame was way too calm for this. The other man suffered from nerves, and he’d druggedJin and now Ueda has him pinned to the floor and instead of looking nervous Kame looked like he’s assessing outfits for a photo shoot. Cool as a cucumber.
“Son of a bitch.” He sneered. Just because he was certain that Ueda would hurt him didn’t mean he had to stop being a mouthy bitch because this was insanity. He had the right to be a little mouthy. He had earned it when Junno roofied him, which will never not be embarrassing. Junno, with his too-pretty platinum hair, was about a subtle as a giraffe on his better days. “Are you even going to tell me why?”
“Because you’ve been bad.” Ueda laughed, and he had a pretty smile.
“And you’ll get what you deserve.” Kame’s smile inspired no comfort at all; in fact it made something in his stomach tighten uncomfortably. That was Kame’s serious face, his ‘no more bull-shit’ face and if Jin hadn’t been so pissed he might have actually thought to listen to him.
“And what’s that?” He sneered, seriously wondering if the weight he had on Ueda would be enough to get up or if he was at too much of a tactical disadvantage already.
“Whatever we want,” Kame answered easily, and Jin’s answer caught in his throat when Ueda grabbed his hair and forced his head back, pulling his neck uncomfortably. Lips he’d always admired turned cruel, teeth biting down on his bottom lip even as his hands came up clawing to get free; he couldn’t breathe like this and Ueda’s tongue was hot and disgusting on the seam of his lips.
He finally clawed his way to freedom hissing and spitting and completely furious. “You twisted bitch.”
Ueda smiled at him, licking his bottom lip with a coy smile.
“Going somewhere?” That was Junno’s purr, and Jin stiffened when he felt the tall man’s arms snake around him, lifting him to his feet. “You’ve got to stay for the party; I hear we’re playing pin the tail on the donkey. The dirty edition.”
“You are so fucking kinky.” Koki laughed, and he strolled into the room, plopping down on the small couch, sprawling with his arm across the backrest leaving a Maru-sized space for the older man to curl up in. Jin felt Junno’s brilliant smile against his hair, body gone taught in the tall man’s arms.
“Let me go.”
“Okay.”
Junno let him go, but didn’t move out of his personal space. The way they were all around the room, there wasn’t a way he could face and keep them all in his line of sight. Koki sitting on the couch, one hand on Maru’s tummy, up under his shirt, Maru staring at him with wide eyes, face flushed and lips bitten. Leaning by the window, Ueda watching him with a blank, almost doll-like expression on his face, and of course his eyes were dark and full of sadistic amusement. Kame had his arms crossed over his naked, skinny chest and a smirk curling the corners of his thin mouth. Lastly, Junno’s expression seemed far too amused for the situation, leaning in his tight, black jeans and a white tank top he’d been wearing at the club, hips cocked suggestively.
“I don’t know.”
“Don’t fuck with us.” Kame spoke for the group and Junno made a soft laughing sound, if he didn’t know Junno, he would have thought the tall man was scoffing at him. “You know. Exactly. What. We. Want.” He said each word carefully, a verdict.
“You don’t want to do this.” Jin tried to say calmly, his vocal chords itching to scream his anger out. Kame’s smirk said otherwise. He should have known better then to turn his back on Ueda, the other man wrapping arms around his middle.
“If I were you I wouldn’t fight.”
“Fuck you.” Jin spat, trying to shove Ueda off of him, unable to actually hurt him, couldn’t cross that one line.
Jin gasped, eyes wide when something sharp was pressed against the side of his face, holy shit, step back and calm down. “He told you not to fight.” Junno said, and impossibly he spoke as if he was smiling, like there was something funny about all of this. It was probably at that moment, the slight sting of the blade kissing his neck, that he realized that they were dead serious.
“You’re right. I don’t care if you want it. This is your punishment.” Kame smiled at him. “Just relax.” Once upon a time what felt like a million years ago he’d said that to Kame; they had been so young then and just curious about sex and he’d been playing it off like he was some Casanova when the most experience he had was clumsy blow jobs with YamaPi and curious fingering with Maru. Now it was all backwards ’Just Relax’, he didn’t it expect to go any better this time.
“You’re kidding right?”
“Not in the least. Well not right now anyways.” Junno answered this time and Jin was too busy freaking out to really think about the hands on him, the petting down his sides, arms and shoulders. Clever fingers dipping under hems and brushing his skin, Ueda up in his face and Junno at his back, sandwiched between them. Maybe had day-dreamed about it once or twice, but he never wanted it like this.
“It doesn’t have to be all bad.” Junno said softly, pushing his shirt up his torso and off.
“Go to hell.” Jin hissed at him, sucking in a quick breath when someone pinched his bicep hard.
His pants were removed with less finesse, denim dragging down his thighs and scraping the soft skin along the way. Having Ueda kneeling at his feet was something he’d often thought about alone in the shower, but never had the pleasure of seeing-- a mouth like a whore, and a wicked right hook if you told him as much. Too bad he really couldn’t enjoy it, not with the flat of the knife pressed to his shoulder.
“Here.” Koki threw another pillow and Maru caught it before it hit him in the side of the head. He missed the next one and it bounced off his shoulder. Koki grinned.
“Wouldn’t it be easier to just move to the bedroom?” Maru sighed, put upon as he piled pillows.
“You’re not getting my bed dirty,” Ueda said flatly. Jin glared at them all, trying to be fierce in his boxers, and Maru shook his head, going back to arranging the pillows Koki kept tossing at him with a pout.
Junno snapped the band of his boxers against his hip and smiled. “So who wants to have a go first?”
“No fucking way,” Jin hissed and Junno sighed behind him.
“I will hold you down if I need to.”
“We could gag him.” Koki offered helpfully, still sprawled on the couch. Lazy mother fucker.
Jin grit his teeth, digging his hands into the cushion, seriously wishing he could reach Kame’s skinny neck, spread over Junno’s lap like a naughty child completely naked with the denim covered thighs digging into his stomach. When he’d fought as they tried to get him down into the nest on the floor, Ueda had grabbed his hair roughly again, pressing his thumb into the cut the knife had left. ’I won’t tie you up, but I will make you take this. Got it?’
So help them god, Jin was going to try and bite off the first dick that came anywhere near his face. Junno’s hands where on his back, stroking down his spine in a way that was anything but comforting. Slick fingers spread his ass, and Jin gripped the cushions harder, refusing to turn and see who it was, knowing without looking that it was Kame.
Slick fingers pressing inside relentlessly and he would rather bite through his own lip then let out the sound that wanted to claw its way out of his chest. He couldn’t stop the jerk when Kame’s fingers suddenly pressed deeper; rubbing everywhere at once and it might have felt good if Jin wasn’t so pissed off. Friction and the slide of something slick probing his ass, stretching him and Jin wanted to whine, his chest felt all tight with it, but wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.
Couldn’t stop the whine when he was being fucked with one of Kame’s slim fingers, pressing deep and backing off in an ever deepening rhythm. “Did you think I was going to fuck you dry?” Kame laughed, pressing two fingers into him, completely relentlessly. “No, you’re going to need this.” Kame hissed and Junno laughed.
‘Bite me.’ On the tip of his tongue. He would have said if he wasn’t completely sure that Junno wouldn’t actually do it just to spite him.
Kame had long, wicked fingers, thick knuckles, and Jin imagined he could feel them each individually, opened his eyes to a soft sound and found that Koki had pulled Maru back under his arm with a gentle smile that seemed absurdly out of context. Ueda was sitting on the arm of the couch watching him, watching them, and also looking completely unruffled by the situation.
Kame twisted his fingers and Jin grunted, stomach tightening uncontrollably. Oh hell no. There was no way. Jin closed his eyes again and pretended he was somewhere else. He probably should have been somewhere else. What was he doing tomorrow? Vocal practice?
It was too hard to focus on his schedule when Kame was fingering him and Jin snapped. “Get the fuck over with it.”
Kame laughed, mocking. “You want it that badly?”
“Bitch.” Jin hissed, and Junno’s hands which had been running down his spine grabbed his shoulders when he went to move.
“Ah ah. Be good.”
“Let him be.” Kame snapped and that was all the warning Jin got, Kame’s hands on his hips and pulling him up and back onto his cock. Deeper and thicker than his fingers and with even less grace, pushing in painfully and he couldn’t stop the sound that escaped his lips, a soft cry he wanted to grab it out of the air a moment later. “That’s good.” Kame’s hissed breath moist against his shoulder as he bent over his body and Jin shivered. Disgusting.
The pace was harsh, too hard, and Jin grit his teeth, couldn’t do any more then ride it out with two sets of hands holding him in place. If Kame fucked his girls like this, no wonder he never got a second date. Miserable son of a bitch.
Kame’s fingers dug into his shoulder, nails bruising as he used that as leverage to pull him back against his dick. Jin cried out, arching his back to lessen the pain, so fucking deep, shivering. Hated the fact that he could feel himself getting hard, Junno’s hands on his balls, toying with the soft papery skin with just the tips of his fingers. Junno always did have a thing for balls, circus freak reject.
Kame fucked him like jerking off too fast, just the right side of painful no matter how much slick you used. Couldn’t stop the way his breath hitched each time he pressed inside, forcing Jin back on his cock, had bitten his tongue at some point and tasted the metallic tang of his blood.
“You do like it.” Kame grunted, leaning over Jin and pressing him back down into Junno’s lap, his hip pressing into the obvious shape of the tall man’s erection as he was trapped under them awkwardly. “I can tell.”
“G-go fuck yourself.” Jin hated the hitch in his breathing, the pounding of his heart in his temples, could feel Kame’s lips on his shoulders and purposefully leaned away from the contact. Kame moved his hand to his hair, forcing him close, not close enough to kiss, but close enough to breathe against his ear, the side of his face, making him break out in shivers. What the fuck was he thinking when he’d wanted to grow it out anyways.
“I’ve always wanted to do this you know,” Kame hissed. “How does it feel to be the bitch for once?”
Jin snarled wordlessly at him and Kame groaned, obviously taking pleasure from his body.
When he came it seemed like it took forever and since when had Kame ever had that kind of endurance without a cock ring anyways? It felt like relief when Kame finally jerked against him with a shuddering breath and a small, almost sweet, sound. It was the faintest notion of heat; Jin grimaced at the feeling of Kame’s semen filling his ass like some bad porno. Kame pulled away with one last mocking kiss to his shoulder and Junno giggled, rolling his hips up to rub against Jin’s stomach, Jin’s skin already starting to heat up with sweat and exertion.
“Want to draw straws for who get sloppy seconds?” Koki’s voice was rough, lounging on the couch now, with Ueda on one side and Maru on the other, pants already open to show his shiny cock. Maru was flushed, mouth raw and wet. “Junno?”
“I’m good.”
“Awesome.” Koki, ran his hands though Maru’s hair, and Maru smiled at him, not his usual unsure smile but his unguarded and happy grin, looked obscene with his lips all bruised like that. Was it too petty to hope Koki came all over Maru’s stupid face and didn’t get anywhere near his ass?
Junno wiggled out of from under him in a surprisingly agile move and Jin collapsed on the cushions, refusing to lift even a finger to help that fucker get what he wanted. The sound of a zipper being pulled and Junno’s jean-clad legs to either side of his hips-- he wasn’t even going to get undressed for this. He could feel the cotton ribbing of his sleeveless top rubbing against his shoulders and Jin grit his teeth against the feel of denim against the backs of his thighs.
“Oh no you don’t-- up.” Hands under his chest and heaving him up, Jin hadn’t thought Junno had the strength in his arms for something like that. Jin grunted as he was lifted into a kneeling position, the impossible length of Junno’s body pressed against his back, the heat of his dick rubbing against his lower back.
“Just get it over with.”
“I think not.” Junno’s arm cut across his stomach, keeping him pinned where he was, and with the other he cupped Jin’s dick. Soft and overly sensitive, his ass cheeks were sliding uncomfortably with lube, the touch was a shock and he breathed out sharply. “Hey, relax.” He couldn’t stop the way his body reacted, soft fingers curling around his dick, and as pissed off as he was he couldn’t be really terrified of these idiots. He was almost completely hard in Junno’s hand in an embarrassingly short amount of time.
Hated the fact that he felt empty, open, loose.
Fought it, but Junno was pinching his side and it hurt enough to have him moving in the right direction, spreading his thighs as he was flipped onto his back, refused to look at his stupid smile (but he could feel it). Arched his back up and hissed when he was stretched around his dick.
“Fuck.” Junno grunted, and Jin pressed his eyes shut.
“That’s right.” Junno chuckled against his ribs, biting into his skin lightly and Jin tried to jerk away from the touch, couldn’t with hands pinning his hips to the floor.
Junno’s pace wasn’t as quick, but that didn’t help any. Thin, but well-muscled, he hoisted Jin’s ass into his lap, changing the angle and Jin’s shoulder connected with the floor when he shifted.
“Touch yourself.” Junno said, leaning back, holding Jin’s hips up so he could thrust up and into him. The angles were all different, the swollen head of his cock pressing so deep, and making his whole body twitch and dance like a puppet on a string.
“Fuck no.” Jin hissed, hard, but not about to give in. He was going to fight for every fucking inch.
“As you wish.” They shifted again, this time both of Jin’s shoulders were on the hard floor and his legs were wrestled up on Junno’s slim shoulders. He tried to knee him in the head. Junno heaved a sigh and wrapped his legs around his waist instead, and shoved a pillow under Jin’s hips putting more of his weight on his shoulders. He snarled and Junno simply ignored him.
Shallower range, but quicker. Junno pounding him, one hand on his dick and Jin wanted to hate it. Wanted desperately to hate the feeling of Junno’s dick in his ass, hand on his cock, but it felt so good, friction singing in his skin, pain in his shoulders not enough to distract him. Clever fingers rubbing over the head of his dick just the way he liked it and Jin shivered.
He came with a grunt, sticky all over his stomach and Junno’s hand. Through the heat that blossomed in his stomach he hated it. Face burning as he refused to stare when Ueda laughed, Kame’s amused snort.
“Told ya to just relax.” Junno’s breathing was heavier, wet hand back on his hip and lifting him into the jerky movements of Junno’s hips. He came with a grunt, pushing into Jin hard and fast as he shivered through it, Jin could feel the heat of his skin every place they touched. Overly sensitive from his orgasm, his whole body alight to the point of pain.
When Junno pulled away it was Maru’s face hovering above his with a soft smile.
“I’m next.”
“Fuck you.” Jin tried to roll away but Maru grabbed his shoulder and pressed him back against the floor with more force than strictly necessary.
“Play nice.” Maru rearranged the cushions so that his shoulders were off the floor at least. Could already feel the forming bruise. Maru fit between his thighs nicely, skinny and all gangly angles and sticking his too-big nose in places it didn’t belong. Sharp fingers pressing up inside of him and Jin cried out biting his lip. That hurt. “That’s Kame’s and Junno’s cum.” Maru sounded amused, pulling his slick fingers free. “You’re all wet.”
Jin couldn’t say anything to that, just glared when Maru wiped his fingers clean on his side.
“This might hurt a little.”
And it did. Jin’s insides all mixed up already, ass sore from the abuse and Maru was pushing inside, too thick and too hot and Jin grunted, taking it as best he could. Maru didn’t apologize. He just set up an even tempo and pressed his small hands to Jin’s shoulders. It hurt, and Jin just wished it would end already.
“You’re doing great.” Maru’s smile didn’t help any, wet bangs sticking to his flushed face, leaning over Jin and pinning him down as he forced his legs towards his chest. Maru wasn’t gentle, but he wasn’t unnecessarily harsh either, bottom lip bitten between his teeth as he seemed to want to get as close as possible to Jin while he fucked.
When Maru came he dug his blunt nails into Jin’s shoulders and it stung, bright sharp points of pain that snapped him out of the funk he was in. Jin groaned, shoving at his chest to get him off, Maru was making a soft moaning sound in his throat almost like a purr. It hurt even more when he pulled out, all dragging friction on his over-abused ass. Sweat on his skin stung the scratches and he could feel heat and wetness on his ass, lube and come starting to leak because he was too open, too stretched to hold it in.
Jin flushed.
“If I’d known you’d have liked it, I really would have forced you to do this long ago.” Ueda laughed, fingers and wicked nails sliding through the mess between his cheeks. “Hands and knees looks best for you.” Ueda said simply, brushing his hair away from where it stuck to the sides of his face.
Which was really more of elbows and knees, ass in the air, lube trailing down over his balls. The position only made it a little less painful when Ueda slid in.
“Hurts?” Ueda’s teeth sank into his shoulder and Jin groaned, curling his back, causing his teeth to scrape and slide across his shoulder blade.
“Yes,” Jin groaned, letting his forehead touch the cushions. He couldn’t fight anymore.
“Good.” Ueda pressed a smacking kiss to his shoulder.
When he fucked it was like he wasn’t there, didn’t touch Jin more than necessary, just the brush of their thighs, and his strong hands one on his hip and one on his shoulder pulling him back into each pulse of his hips.
Hands on his cheeks, smoothing over his forehead, made him open his eyes, he had been lost somewhere in his head. Koki’s hip was right in his face, completely naked, and dick already hard. Jin tried to toss his head but Koki tugged on his hair with his free hand and Jin stilled, letting his mouth fall open.
Koki fed him his cock with a hiss, and Jin let his mouth go slack for Koki to use. It tasted salty and musky, hot against his tongue and bitten lips. Koki’s fingers curling around his jaw and forcing him to keep his head up on arms and neck that strained with the effort as Ueda pounded him from the other side. Jin just closed his eyes and let them do it. Literally tugged in two directions at once, trying not to focus too much on any one feeling.
From there it could have been forever-- he’d lost track, couldn’t even be bothered to acknowledge the ache in his jaw as it added to the list of places that were sore. His whole body throbbed with being used well, like a huge bruise. Ueda stiffened, his rhythm thrown off as he came with a growl.
Of course Koki wouldn’t be satisfied with his mouth. Fingers pushed in whatever was running down the insides of his thighs back inside him and he twitched and groaned. His rim felt sore, too much, seriously doubted he could take one more cock until Koki was pushing in with a shuddering breath. He felt impossibly hug, and it hurt like a bitch but he could take it. Was viciously proud of himself for it.
Each jarring thrust was too deep and too much and Jin had to clench his jaw, fingers hooking into the cushion under him as Koki crooned something he couldn’t make out over the rush of blood in his ears.
Jin couldn’t say what made him look up, something beckoning him. Saw the flash of a pale cheek and fluffy black hair and everything snapped into focus so fast it hurt. The dream shattered around peeling away in fractions, faces and sensations blurring together.
~~
There were different names for what he could do. It was a gift, a curse and every cliché in between. For the most part he didn’t let it affect his life too much; he was like the spider-man with apathy. Well that and Young Saeng had no interest in full-spandex outfits (he didn’t really have the legs for it), and not even the slightest interest in using his ability to fight crime.
He had absolutely no intent of using his abilities for anything other than his own amusement.
Sleep Walker. But that’s not a good translation. Properly it was Dreamer. You don’t walk through other people’s dreams a passive observer, but nor was he a dictator. It was a blend, he could influence the setting and the mood, but the other person filled the dream with their own mind and what happened after that could mean anything. It was intimate, closer than just swapping saliva or other nastier bodily fluids, it was letting someone else see all the darkest spots of your mind and trusting they would still be there on the other side. Comme si de rein n'était, as if nothing happened.
~~
Young Saeng was still dozing lightly when Jin came to, a stupid mistake. He was woken with a start when sharp pain burst across his shoulder, hands digging into the sharp bone and tossing him into a heap on the foot of the bed arms flailing and catching the sheets and keeping him from falling to the floor. Suddenly awake too fast from a dream that wasn’t entirely his.
Jin was pissed, cheeks flushed and eyes too bright with anger.
“What the fuck did you think you were doing?” he hissed, voice rough and low.
He swallowed lightly and smiled one of his legs slipping off the bed and he was going to slide off all together but Jin fisted the front of his shirt and bodily hauled him up, the sound of stitches ripping loud in the otherwise too-quiet room. Young Saeng couldn’t stop the squeak, arms flailing to keep his balance as he was tossed to the other end of the bed, landing in a heap in the pillows. “Don’t even pretend that wasn’t you, I saw you.” He snarled, low and dangerous. All the lies he could spin wanted to tumble out, wanted to spill unclean on the sheets like vomit and Young Saeng stopped them.
“What you didn’t like the dream, Dorothy?” He smiled thinly instead. Jin’s hands never seemed as huge as they did in that moment wrapping around his neck and tightening painfully. All the care they took not to bruise each other anywhere visible gone in a heartbeat. His own hands came up to grab at Jin’s wrists impulsively but fingers flexed into the meat of his neck and his breathing became laboured.
“I would have done anything for you.” Jin’s face was equal parts anger and betrayal. Young Saeng closed his eyes and let his body go limp in Jin’s hands. The other man always felt more secure when he was in charge, needed to dominate. Might just be the edge he needed not to come out of this with Jin’s fingerprints dug into his skin. “Why?”
“You needed it.” He wheezed, soft voice gone raspy with the pressure on his vocal chords.
“Fuck you.” When Young Saeng opened his eyes Jin was staring down at him, perched on his prone body and body tensed and murderous, but the pressure eased up enough that he could take in one sharp breath, the oxygen flooding his lungs sweetly. “Explain.”
Before he could stutter out something, Jin was pressing his lips to his own, hard and unforgiving and Young Saeng opened up under him, letting him kiss him roughly. Ran his hands down his shaking shoulders, felt the muscles there bunch under his fingers. Jin’s hands moved from his neck to his face, cradling his jaw. It was obvious Jin wanted to scream and tear his bedroom apart by the way he kissed, more biting, harsh teeth on the soft defenceless bits of his lips. But his hands on his face were gentle. It was odd and intriguing and if Young Saeng were more in his head then out of his mind he might have stopped to think about it.
He was still caught between Jin’s rage and the last vestiges of the dream.
“Did you watch the whole thing?” Jin hissed against his cheek, pressing their faces too close together to see the expression in his eyes.
“Yes,” Young Saeng hissed. It had been eye-opening, intriguing to watch Jin getting fucked by some of the people he’d been forced to know best. He couldn’t say it didn’t get him hot, clinging to the shadows, palming his dick and reminding himself that it wasn’t really real.
“I hate you,” Jin hissed, and kissed him hard again, heat and teeth and tongue and all-over too-hard. He felt the moment a bite drew blood and shivered. Maybe he shouldn’t have pushed so hard so fast but there wasn’t time. They had stolen weekends, like the lost hour when you change your clock back, time no one sees or misses. He just didn’t have the time or the space, or really the motivation to talk about it.
Jin’s hands slid down his chest, cupping the curves of his rib cage and dug his nails into the softness between his ribs until Young Saeng arched up against him with a cry and he could slip his knee between his thighs, pressing against the thin pyjama pants he wore. He couldn’t hide the fact that he was hard, cock heavy and curving towards his stomach. Couldn’t hide that on some level he had enjoyed their shared dream.
Jin’s fingers curled around his waist, thumbs pressing lightly over his navel holding him close as he leaned into his neck, kissing the pale skin there. The scrape of teeth over bruising skin caused a thrill to go down his spine, arms breaking out in goose flesh.
He didn’t look at Young Saeng’s face once as he reached across them for the lube left haphazardly on the nightstand. He was braced for the first finger but it didn’t help him any, pushing into him and he moaned at the sensation of being breached. No foreplay, none of the usual teasing, perfunctory stretching so he didn’t break anything important; it was just on the side of clinical.
Moaned and arching anyways because this was Jin touching him and it would never not be everything he wanted. Jin’s fingers twisting and stretching him open. Tried to imagine himself wide and hungry like Jin had been and couldn’t do it; would have begged for it to stop before he’d been fucked literally five different ways from Sunday. Still, the thought, his dick jerked against his stomach, dribbling a little on the pale skin of his tummy. He was harder than the time Jin had done nothing more than licked him open, using his thumbs and tongue, just enough stretch so the head of his cock stretched him the rest of his way in a slide of delicious friction and being filled.
Hadn’t really even realized he was empty until that moment.
Jin was canting Young Saeng’s hips up, one of his legs over his shoulder and Jin turned his head and sunk his teeth into the impossibly soft skin on the inside of his thigh, pulling him violently from his thoughts with a squeaky yelp. It hurt, suction forcing blood to rush to the skin, heat and teeth toying with the sparse fat there. Could feel the heat of the bruise immediately, too close to his balls for comfort and all the more hot because of it.
There was a lurid purple bruise left on his skin and Jin rubbed his cheek against it, sliding with saliva and the slight scratch of not shaving for a few days. Jin has his eyes closed so he still couldn’t get a read on how pissed he was. Wished he’d look at him, even if he was angry, just so he’d know what to expect from him. Half expected to be fucked rough and put away wet. Fingers digging into the flesh of his ass and holding him open, the stretch a slight uncomfortable burn. Young Saeng twisted so he could press his cheek to the pillow. He wasn’t going to apologize, and he wasn’t going to beg. He sucked in a breath when Jin pressed against him, not enough to slip inside but hard enough for him to feel it, stretching open around him slowly. He groaned, arching his back and trying to push back. Jin growled, nails digging painfully into his skin.
“Don’t move.” Young Saeng bit his lip against the urge to tell him to just get on with it. “You are going to do what I want.”
He nodded slightly and Jin pressed in with small pulsing, surprisingly gentle, movements and he laid limp as he could get with his body thrumming with tension. They were as close as they were going to get but Jin was leaning over him pressing closer and closer, and Young Saeng wound his arms around his neck letting him rest his head against his chest even if it forced his legs up at an awkward angle. Jin’s arms hooked around his back forced him to sit up, clinging to him as he sat back on his heels, splayed awkwardly on his lap. Once his legs were in the right place it was like he was sinking deeper back on Jin’s dick and he moaned, pressing his face against his neck when Jin’s hands fitted around his ass and lifted him a little.
Slow and softly, shifting to find the best fit, Jin’s legs under his, curling around each other as they rocked. Each shift was a thrill of friction, and Jin pushing inside him, mouth working soundlessly at Jin’s neck. He tasted like the oily sweat of fear, bitter on his tongue but Young Saeng couldn’t get enough. Licking it up in broad sweeps of his tongue until all he could taste was salt and his own saliva.
Jin groaned and let his head fall to the side a little, arms flexing as he fucked him faster, letting him be pulled down onto his dick as he twisted his hips up and into the movement.
Jin lifted and pushed him back onto his back, head hitting the pillows hard and Jin’s body coming down on top of him harder forcing the air from his lungs. Faster and hard this way, not as deep but Jin had already made his point.
When Young Saeng came it was with Jin’s tongue in his mouth, and his hand wrapped possessively around his throat. He arched into it, mind stuttering and clicking like gears trying to catch for a moment. Shuddered as he came, curling up into Jin’s heat, slick and sticky between them. Over sensitive, making keening desperate noises as Jin fucked him harder. Young Saeng was almost relieved when Jin jerked against him, a muted sound trapped in his chest, close enough to feel it in Young Saeng’s. Couldn’t see his face because it was pressed against his hair, but he knew what Jin looked like when he came, slack mouth and flushed cheeks, lips red from sweet kisses. Jin shuddered through it, pressed so close Young Saeng could feel each delicate shiver along his skin.
Sticky, and covered in all matters of mess they curled up too close in the middle of the bed, Jin’s hands holding him tightly against his chest, head tucked against his shoulder.
“I wanted to be pissed off at you.” Jin said in the lull between one slow heartbeat and the next. “I want to hate you.”
“That’s okay.” Young Saeng purred, running his hands down Jin’s naked flanks, cooling skin and smooth muscle. Didn’t say that for a moment he thought Jin really was going to hurt him, fingers tightening cruelly around his throat, and he’d dreamed about it before. Dreamed a million ways to die even before Jin was even part of the picture.
“I want to know why.”
“I told you, you needed it.” Young Saeng licked his shoulder lightly, just the tip of his tongue drawing over the curve of his shoulder.
“Fuck that.” Jin hissed, tensing.
“You were guilty.” Young Saeng sighed against the wet spot and Jin jerked away from him, eyes glowing in the pale light, accusing.
“You don’t know shit about-”
“You can’t hide from me. I can feel your subconscious all the time,” Young Saeng said, and it was impossible someone with such a soft voice could make it so sharp, whip-like. “Tell me, when you think about it how do you feel now?”
Jin glared at him hard, but behind his frown he was thinking, feeling all the sore places in his mind he’d been ignoring. Like poking at a healing bruise, tentative and unsure, stunned by the sudden clarity. Young Saeng saw the answer in his eyes but didn’t press him, just smiled smugly.
“I would do anything for you,” he whispered against Jin’s cheek. That didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy it.
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