Blood, Part II (1/1)

okay here is part two, what am i doing WRITING MULTICHAPTERED ONESHOTS RU KIDDING?! ugh but don't worry i wont continue to tease, part 3 is actually going to be the last part so no interruptions with that, k?

hope you guys can forgive me and uhm.. yeah have fun reading it [and hopefully i updated it soon enough, bb's]-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Seung Ho lit up a cigarette as he sat on the bed. There was no need to feel sad. He had expected something like this, right? He sighed as he inhaled the smoke, getting up and started packing his backpack with the stuff he had laid down on the bed stand a while ago. Knives, ropes, needles, condoms, they all disappeared in the black backpack, along with his will to continue this stuff. The cigarette dangled on his bottom lip, not erasing the taste that he had sucked in only moments ago like he wanted it to. Not polluting the sweetness that was burning his tongue and flesh. The taste that was supposed to be gone because of the tobacco. The taste of Joon’s lips. He groaned as he put on his jacket and cast a last glance at the bed. This was where he had met him, loved him, kissed him. But this was also where he destroyed him with his hands and scared him with his lips. He was gone now. He wasn’t going to see him again. In a sudden act of anger towards himself he walked over to the minibar at the other side of the room, grabbed the bottle of vodka that stood in the small cabinet and threw the content of the bottle onto the sheets. He looked at the way the mattress absorbed the liquor, a thousand thoughts running through his head. He took a last hit from his cigarette, walking over to the door of the hotel room while blowing out the smoke, and then he threw the stub onto the bed. He didn’t look back as he walked out of the hallway, didn’t react as his boss (former boss now, former boss) called for him, ignored the moans and screams coming from the other rooms and the scent of smoke that was sliding through the air in the building. He walked out of the hotel with a small but victorious smile on his face, closing his eyes as he took in the fresh breeze of the city. He threw the backpack in a dumpster five blocks away from the hotel. Years Later.It couldn’t be him. It couldn’t possibly be him. His eyes were most definitely playing tricks on him. This was impossible, insane, not to mention completely and utterly… It was him. Joon stood frozen in the club, feeling the drink wetting his ankles as he dropped it on the floor and it crashed against his jeans. He couldn’t close his mouth, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. He just stood there, getting bumped into by others on the dance floor, eyeing that beautiful sight and sweating as suddenly the walls came closer and closer and he felt like his lungs had imploded. He had to do something. He had to move. But he couldn’t. He felt tears prickling behind his eyes as the man turned further away from him, his blonde strands shimmering in the disco lights and looking even more silky, more honey like than before. He was more perfect than Joon remembered him which really hurt, it hurt so much. And his lips were even fuller than when he had ran away from them which broke him, it broke him into pieces. He didn’t realize he had fallen to his knees until a girl started screaming and pointing at him. He didn’t realize he was hyperventilating until people started to surround him, asking him if he was alright, grabbing his shoulders and hands as they tried to get through to him. He didn’t realize how long it had been since he had felt those arms around him until the other man pulled him up and carried him out of the nightclub. He buried his head in the nape of the other’s neck as he felt himself being dragged past many people, the music still pounding into his chest, the walls still dangerously suffocating him. He hadn’t had a panic attack in years. He hadn’t hyperventilated in a decade. This was insane. This really didn’t make any sense. This can’t be him. You’re dreaming, Chang Sun, and you have to wake up before you’re back to where you were two years ago, he thought as he got placed into a cab. He felt sad and relieved as the door closed behind him, but immediately froze as moments later a person sat beside him.‘BMD Apartment complex, please,’ sounded softly through the car and Joon started breathing uncontrollably fast and incoherent again at the sound of that angelic voice. He shut his eyes and pressed his lids as firmly against each other as possible, trying to get rid of the shiver that was running down his spine, the spatters of saliva wetting his own lips and flying into the air as he gasped for air. It was him, it was him, it was him. The cab driver started the engine and they were gone. He was carried into a small flat, the apartment of the blonde man being not much bigger than the hotel room he had left him in years ago. The small bed that stood at the left side of the bedroom brought back too many memories, but Joon let himself be put upon the soft mattress, pulling the other on top of him instead of letting him go.‘No,’ Seung Ho had whispered, but Joon closed his eyes and clutched his black t-shirt, wanting him closer.‘Please,’ he muttered, finally calming down, feeling like this couldn’t be anything but faith, or a god at work somewhere. Seung Ho rested his body beside him, laying his head on Joon’s chest with his ear near the younger man’s heart, letting out a sigh.‘You look better,’ he whispered against the thin shirt of Joon and he looked up at the man that he had broken into pieces once, that had broken his heart once too. Joon only nodded, tracing a hand down Seung Ho’s waist and resting it on his hip. His eyes were still closed and he tried to collect his thoughts. He didn’t know what he had done to deserve this, all those years he had done nothing but numb out anything that reminded him of the blonde angel lying next to him, and here he was, listening to his heartbeat, lips inches away from his heart. He never stopped thinking about him. About how he had driven himself close to insanity to be with him, about how he finally got the chance to actually be with him and then ran away. How he returned to the hotel and found it burned down to the ground. The fire had started in a certain room that he knew all too well. He had left and never returned, not knowing if that man was still alive, if he had started the fire on purpose, if he had destroyed the only thing that had ever been actually dear to him.‘I’m not going to let you run away this time.’ How could you forgive me? How could you still want me?‘We’ll only have this chance once, now it’s still dark, now you’re still unable to speak, now my need for you still consumes me more than my hurt. I’m not going to let your fear ruin it this time.’ How could you know me so well? How could you still look at me after how I corrupted you, humiliated you?‘Make love to me,’ Seung Ho whispered. And that’s when Joon felt the plump lips kiss him gently on his hand and the world as he knew it disappeared. He was tied to the bed, naked and sweaty, while the other hovered over him, leaning in to catch his lips in a needy kiss and tugging him up by the neck, making him moan as the muscles in his shoulders protested to the uncomfortable position. He could feel cartilage objecting, but it didn’t matter because hewas kissing him and it felt better than any pain could spoil for him.‘I want you,’ he panted, while his bottom lip was tugged between teeth and he felt it throbbing as they dug into the flesh harder and harder, ‘please, do to me what you want, I don’t care, I just want you.’ His prayers were heard as he felt a hand grabbing his standing cock at the same time the teeth bit him harshly and he felt blood seeping down his chin and onto his chest. He let out a loud scream as the teeth dug in deeper, almost piercing his lip, almost tearing the flesh as the hand moved up and down his cock in a rough and squeezing manner. Was he going to bite it off? Would he actually do that? Joon didn’t care, the pleasure he felt from the slender fingers around his member alone sent his mind into a blur… He squinted, not wanting to let the memories of how it used to be pollute his mind. It was different now. It wasn’t sex, not fucking, it was love. They were going to make love. He was going to make love to him. Joon moved his hands to the underside of Seung Ho’s t-shirt, pulling the light and fresh smelling fabric off of the milky white chest of the other man. He revealed his chest, the perfect pink nubs that had always reminded him of rosebuds, the slightly toned abs that stood firmly under his silky skin. He loved how the muscular shoulders were paler than his underarms that had a more tanned tone. It indicated health, work ethic, maybe even manliness to him. He pushed Seung Ho into the cushions gently, moving his hand over the other man’s torso and tracing fingers in the crease of his skin that indicated the muscles of his chest. He heard the other man gasping as he thumbed his nipple, playing with the bud as he looked at the tensed abs that he had missed so much. An arm was flung around his neck and Seung Ho pulled him into a kiss, another gentle one, because they were not going to be rough, not tonight. He answered with his lips slightly parted, letting the other slide in his warm and soft tongue and massage his roof. He moaned slowly, moving his lips to suck on the plump bottom lip of Seung Ho, taking in all he could of the sweet moist that entered his mouth. Seung Ho moved underneath him, sliding a leg around his waist and pushing his groin onto his own. The blonde man started grinding slowly against him, making Joon join him in the simple but breathtaking dance of their hips. He retreated slowly, a trail of saliva connecting their lips as he watched the face of the other man. No more dark circles under his eyes but lips redder than he had ever seen them, a soft blush decorating his cheeks. Without the frown he used to have on his face or the bitter thin line his mouth used to be in he looked so perfect, so fantastically delicate… And that was what made Joon insecure. He bit his lip in thought, not knowing how to do this, not used to being actually intimate. But Seung Ho didn’t let him ponder.‘Don’t think,’ he just said, taking his hand and kissing it softly before putting it on his chest. Joon gave him a long and suffering look, not knowing how he was supposed to not think when there were so many things going through his head, but he moved his head down and took in one of Seung Ho’s nipple and lost himself in the salty taste of the other man. He wriggled his tongue around the nub, playing with it and sucking on it until it stood up hard. He didn’t fail to take in the sound of Seung Ho’s mewls, and the foot that pushed him even closer to the blonde man underneath him. He slid his hands around the other’s waist, massaging the muscles on his back as he moved to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment. Seung Ho moaned his name slowly and he jerked his head up at the sound. He saw the other with his eyes closed, panting heavily with a drop of saliva on the side of his mouth as he returned from the pleasure Joon had given him with his mouth. The sight made Joon groan, feeling the leg around his body and the look of satisfaction on the other’s face, all because of his touch. He screamed on the top of his lungs. The pain was close to unbearable. He felt the blood wetting his abdomen, hearing it drip onto the sheets, but he couldn’t look down to see how deep the cut was. His eyes were covered with his own shirt and his hands were tied to his back. He felt person behind him moving and he panted into the cushion his cheek rested on. His knees were about to give in, his shoulders hurt from the unusual positioning on his back, his chest hurt more than it ever had with the huge cut that went from his left ribs to under his belly button.‘Does it hurt? Does it hurt you good?’ the voice whispered into his ear and he moaned loudly before yelping at the cold touch on his face. The knife stroked his neck and he gasped. He didn’t want to be cut there, he couldn’t be. Didn’t he remember?‘You’re bleeding all over my sheets. Such a bad boy…’‘Please,’ he begged.‘Please what? What is it you want?’ the other slapped him in the face and he smelled the blood that had stuck to the other’s hand now on his cheek. The steely smell made him sick and excited at the same time. With his hands still on his back and his ass in the air he tried to sit straight up but he felt a hand pushing him back into the cushions, almost suffocating him as his mouth got covered with the soft fabric. He felt dizzy, the pain on his chest, the anticipation in his groin. But he couldn’t think, couldn’t say anything else, as he felt the tip of the other’s cock pressing against his entrance.‘Yes!’ he shouted, shamelessly, finally getting what he was looking for, ‘yes! Please, do- AH!’ The large cock rammed into him so mercilessly he swallowed his scream with a gurgling sound. The burning inside his hole shot electricity through all of his veins and a drop of blood found its way into his mouth. He tasted the blood, moaning as the cock was removed from his ass and blinking at the prickling sweat that ran into his eyes. He needed this. He deserved this. ‘Joon…’ Seung Ho whispered huskily into his ear as he came up to capture his lips again. He couldn’t get enough of the plump lips on his, the sweet taste on his tongue, the breath ghosting over his skin. He took off his own shirt and threw it next to the bed and then pulled Seung Ho up, sitting them both straight up and bringing his lips back to the other’s. He didn’t know how he was supposed to show him how he felt through his touches. One moment he wanted to devour him and take possession of him brutally, and the next moment he wanted to kiss him all over gently, only giving him the feeling of soft touches and loving caresses. The excited pants of the man who was leaning against him sent him over the edge and he took his face between his palms, looking him in the eye and kissing him softly. He felt the lashes of the other brushing against his cheek and he brought his hand to the other’s hair, stroking it slowly as he smiled into the kiss. Seung Ho moved closer to Joon, playing with his tongue, avoiding the touch of his teeth, knowing that it would only bring back unwanted memories. Joon took another handful of Seung Ho’s hair, almost sobbing at the feeling the kiss gave him. The blonde man frowned unwillingly as he parted their lips, but he started kissing Seung Ho’s jaw, moving down to his neck and ending at his shoulder. He grabbed the other’s hands and put them around his own neck before he took his ear into his mouth and started to massage it with his tongue. He felt how Seung Ho froze, how he arched his back and pushed his chest against Joon’s. He heard Seung Ho mutter incoherently into nothingness. It was the most beautiful sound. While he brought his thumbs back to the sensitive nubs on the alabaster chest of the other he pushed his tongue into Seung Ho’s ear and Seung Ho mewled wantonly, suddenly pushing Joon down and hovering over him. He smiled and ignored the demanding gaze of the other, grabbing the belt buckle of the older man and working to unleash him from his pants. Seung Ho watched him as he removed the belt and started to unbutton his jeans, pushing them down along with his boxers. Joon looked up at those big eyes, the blonde bangs that made his gaze more mysterious than he already was.‘Why were you at the club?’ he asked, looking down as Seung Ho moved to undo his pants as well.‘I work there now.’‘You don’t do… You no longer work as a…’ He couldn’t get the question off of his lips. He couldn’t go back to what Seung Ho had been. Because what he had been in the past was so different from how Joon saw him. Looking at him now almost made it impossible to link those two Seung Hos together, the loving angel he represented now, the heaven he was for Joon. And the devil he behaved himself years ago, the torturer, the one that gave Joon the disgusting pleasure he thought he wanted.‘I left. I burned it down. I don’t do that kind of work anymore,’ Seung Ho spoke softly as he looked away from Joon, obviously ashamed of his actions. He looked so fragile, sitting on the bed in his naked form, pursing his lips together to keep his emotions from overflowing. Joon felt guilty, so guilty, and he placed his hand on Seung Ho’s and brought it to his mouth, kissing it.‘Good,’ he said slowly, taking one of the slender fingers into his mouth. He took Seung Ho’s other hand and pulled him down to lay next to him, sucking on the finger while looking the other man in the eye.‘You ran away. You told me you loved me but you ran away. I couldn’t do if after that. I decided not to. But you never left my thoughts, I worried about you so so much…’ Seung Ho spoke, gaze locking with Joon’s as the other took another of his fingers into his mouth and caressed it with his tongue, making it hot and moist with his saliva.‘I tought constantly about you. Thought maybe I destroyed you… But I kissed you, and you ran away. Not me. I…’ His head fell back as Joon removed his fingers from his mouth and slid a hand around his half hard cock. He didn’t remember what he wanted to say, the leftovers of a sad emotion leaving his body as it got pushed away by the pleasure of that one hand, stroking him into standing tall. Joon eyed Seung Ho giving into his touch, pumping the cock with extra slow movements as he moved his other hand around the pale hip and pulled his legs apart with his own foot.‘Seung Ho…’ he whispered as he licked Seung Ho’s lips and looked him in the eye as the other man’s eyes shot open. He kept stroking him, feeling the other shivering and wriggling under his touch, and then slid in the top of his first finger.‘Ah!’ Seung Ho mouthed, nothing but a breathing escaping his lips as Joon pushed his finger in further. He felt how Seung Ho’s hole was not tight, not tight at all, and it maddened him. He didn’t know exactly why it made him so sad and angry, since he didn’t know exactly why Seung Ho had an experienced muscle. But he knew that considering his past, Seung Ho must have had such horrible experience with this situation. He clenched his teeth, angry for what must have been done to the other man, guilty for not freeing him from it when he had met him, sad that there was nothing he could do about it now. No, that wasn’t true. He could do something about it. He would take it slow, he would give Seung Ho all the pleasure he deserved in comfort and love, not in haste and lust. He would make Seung Ho enjoy it this time. This one time. TBC