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My contributions to the Sex Addicts AU that sprung up during kpopficwangst 3.0. Zhou Mi, Heechul, and Eeteuk. RATED R
"Sorry I'm late!" A cheery voice cuts loud through the awkward quiet of the room. It's owner follows a second or two later, as a man (whose legs have no business being so long, or so skinny) rushes through the door, a foil-wrapped plate in his hands. "I was finishing these," he offers by way of explanation, unveiling a stack of still-warm, perfect-looking chocolate chip cookies. Donghae is first to pounce, grabbing a cookie from the plate as the man walks by and stuffing it into his mouth in one go.
"Don't worry about it, we were still finishing up the introductions. Why don't you go next?" Kangin says, one eye on the cookies. The man sets them down amongst the other food, then turns his million-watt smile on the group. "I'm Zhou Mi!" He chirps, seeking out an empty seat. He settles for stealing Hyukjae's when the other man gets up to take one of his cookies.
"Hi Zhou Mi," the group choruses. Zhou Mi looks like he'd like to leave it there, but Kangin presses him further. "And what is it that brings you here?"
"Um." His smile falters, but doesn't disappear. "It isn't too important... I'm sure everyone else's problems are much more pressing than mine-" He watches, distracted, as several others make their way to his cookies, then his smile is back, dragging his bottom lip between his teeth.
"Nonsense! The purpose of the group is so that everyone gets the help they need. How can we help you if you don't share?"
Zhou Mi considers this, one eye still on the dwindling pile of cookies. "Well... It's hard to say. But I suppose, I might have just a little bit of an obsession- with, um. Cum." Several of the others nod in understanding, and Zhou Mi seems to grow a little bit bolder. Leaning forward in his chair, ignoring Hyukjae's wistful eying of the seat, he continues.
"I like it a lot. I like to swallow; I like tasting as many people's as I can. You wouldn't believe the range of flavors there are! And I like it... when people taste mine..." He shifts in his seat, crossing one leg over the other as discreetly as possible with legs a mile long. He looks around the circle, beaming at everyone in the process of eating one of his cookies.
Realization dawns slowly; Donghae again is the first to stand and excuse himself to the bathroom. Yunho hurries to the trashcan, tossing the remainder of his cookie and making a face. Everyone else reacts with varying degrees of disgust or indifference; no one notices Ryeowook sneak away a few of the leftover cookies, blushing furiously.
Heechul bursts into laughter, throwing an arm around Zhou Mi's shoulders. "I think we could be very good friends," he announces, and Hankyung groans. Zhou Mi just smiles.
~~~
After the incident with Wooyoung and Key, Heechul had had to excuse himself to the bathroom, Kangin and Jay too distracted to send any guards after him this time. Not that he was planning on jerking off- well, not yet, at least.
He hunched over the bathroom counter, leaning down close over a small notepad, scribbling furiously away with a pen. No one here except Hankyung knew his own dirty little secret, and Hankyung certainly wouldn't be telling anyone, even if he could find the vocabulary to pull it off. Heechul was probably the only one in there by choice- no police orders, school punishments, psychiatrist recommendations or anything to coerce his attendance.
No, he came because he wanted to, and was as much at home in the little group as he was in his own bedroom. Though the arrival of that cyber freak Kyuhyun had made him slightly nervous at first, until he'd realized that the younger man was into more the visual side of things, and probably didn't waste any time with the text-based delights of the internet.
So Heechul was basically home free for the time being. Hurriedly he finished scrawling out the highlights of the meeting so far-- Minho's subway escapade. The dog-fucker, Youngbae. Zhou Mi's stunt with the cookies. Yunho and Amber, a match made in some twisted version of heaven. Gorgeous bruises on the neck of the second Junsu. And Wooyoung's submission only minutes earlier--
Heechul gave a choked moan, dropping his pen and shoving his hand down into his pants with a helpless urgency. Stumbling into a stall, he fumbled with the zip of his jeans with his free hand until he could free himself, hips working furiously into his own hand as little pants escaped his mouth. It didn't take long for him to finish, biting hard into his own arm to keep from making too much noise.
He sighed happily through the trembling afterwards, reaching a shaky hand for some toilet paper to clean himself up. It only took a minute or so for him to tuck himself away, washing his hands, smoothing out his hair, and tucking his notepad safely away in his back pocket. Grinning, he thought of the copious notes he'd already got out of tonight's session. It was enough to keep him writing for weeks. Still, though-- you could never have too much inspiration. After a last check of his appearance in the mirror, he made his way back to the meeting room.
"Did you miss me, darlings?" He announced his arrival, ignoring the scowls from about half the group. Hankyung gave him a knowing, disappointed look. Heechul just smirked.
~~~
Kangin calls Eeteuk a pedophile, and half the time he's joking, but Eeteuk's also pretty sure that half the time he's not, and this is a problem. It's a problem because Eeteuk isn't a pedophile. Not at all! He just likes to help. It's not his fault he has such a mothering personality. It's not his fault that all his younger acquaintances instinctively trust him, and turn to him for advice and comfort whenever they need it. And it's definitely not his fault that when they turn those wide, teary eyes up at him, when they whimper 'hyung' with such admiration and devotion, when they bury their faces in his shoulder and clutch his shirt with their soft, gentle hands--
Well, it's not his fault when his pants get a little too uncomfortably tight.
Besides, it's not like he ever initiates anything. He always gives them a nice, brotherly kiss on the forehead, something to soothe and reassure them. It's not his fault if sometimes the kiss turns into something a little more than brotherly. If that's how his boys want to show their gratitude and affection, who is he to turn them down?
Surely rejection would be devastating for their developing self-esteem. So really, in the end, he's doing the right thing.
Right?
A small shy voice comes from the entryway. "Um, excuse me? I think I may have gotten lost-"
Eeteuk snaps to attention, a kind smile on his face immediately as he stands, giving the newcomer a once over. He's young, maybe around Taemin's age, with adorable cheeks and the cutest bowl-cut eeteuk's ever seen. He clutches tight to a school satchel, eyes big as he scans the rather large group. "I'm supposed to be meeting my tutor here, but I forgot which room he's supposed to be in..."
"Don't worry, I'll help you find the place. Just call me Eeteuk-hyung. What's your name?" Eeteuk hurries over to the boy, whose face brightens in relief. "I'm Dongho. You can really help? Thank you so much, hyung!"
Still beaming, Eeteuk wraps an arm around Dongho's shoulders. "Of course! Hyung will take good care of you- Oh."
Eeteuk doesn't have to turn around to recognize the feel of Kangin's strong arms pulling him away from the boy. "Eeteuk hyung is going to stay right here," he's saying emphatically, steering a confused Dongho out the door. "I'll take you to the tutoring room." With one last disapproving scowl at Eeteuk, Kangin and Dongho are gone.
Sighing, he returns to his seat. It's not his fault, really. He just likes to help.
"Sorry I'm late!" A cheery voice cuts loud through the awkward quiet of the room. It's owner follows a second or two later, as a man (whose legs have no business being so long, or so skinny) rushes through the door, a foil-wrapped plate in his hands. "I was finishing these," he offers by way of explanation, unveiling a stack of still-warm, perfect-looking chocolate chip cookies. Donghae is first to pounce, grabbing a cookie from the plate as the man walks by and stuffing it into his mouth in one go.
"Don't worry about it, we were still finishing up the introductions. Why don't you go next?" Kangin says, one eye on the cookies. The man sets them down amongst the other food, then turns his million-watt smile on the group. "I'm Zhou Mi!" He chirps, seeking out an empty seat. He settles for stealing Hyukjae's when the other man gets up to take one of his cookies.
"Hi Zhou Mi," the group choruses. Zhou Mi looks like he'd like to leave it there, but Kangin presses him further. "And what is it that brings you here?"
"Um." His smile falters, but doesn't disappear. "It isn't too important... I'm sure everyone else's problems are much more pressing than mine-" He watches, distracted, as several others make their way to his cookies, then his smile is back, dragging his bottom lip between his teeth.
"Nonsense! The purpose of the group is so that everyone gets the help they need. How can we help you if you don't share?"
Zhou Mi considers this, one eye still on the dwindling pile of cookies. "Well... It's hard to say. But I suppose, I might have just a little bit of an obsession- with, um. Cum." Several of the others nod in understanding, and Zhou Mi seems to grow a little bit bolder. Leaning forward in his chair, ignoring Hyukjae's wistful eying of the seat, he continues.
"I like it a lot. I like to swallow; I like tasting as many people's as I can. You wouldn't believe the range of flavors there are! And I like it... when people taste mine..." He shifts in his seat, crossing one leg over the other as discreetly as possible with legs a mile long. He looks around the circle, beaming at everyone in the process of eating one of his cookies.
Realization dawns slowly; Donghae again is the first to stand and excuse himself to the bathroom. Yunho hurries to the trashcan, tossing the remainder of his cookie and making a face. Everyone else reacts with varying degrees of disgust or indifference; no one notices Ryeowook sneak away a few of the leftover cookies, blushing furiously.
Heechul bursts into laughter, throwing an arm around Zhou Mi's shoulders. "I think we could be very good friends," he announces, and Hankyung groans. Zhou Mi just smiles.
~~~
After the incident with Wooyoung and Key, Heechul had had to excuse himself to the bathroom, Kangin and Jay too distracted to send any guards after him this time. Not that he was planning on jerking off- well, not yet, at least.
He hunched over the bathroom counter, leaning down close over a small notepad, scribbling furiously away with a pen. No one here except Hankyung knew his own dirty little secret, and Hankyung certainly wouldn't be telling anyone, even if he could find the vocabulary to pull it off. Heechul was probably the only one in there by choice- no police orders, school punishments, psychiatrist recommendations or anything to coerce his attendance.
No, he came because he wanted to, and was as much at home in the little group as he was in his own bedroom. Though the arrival of that cyber freak Kyuhyun had made him slightly nervous at first, until he'd realized that the younger man was into more the visual side of things, and probably didn't waste any time with the text-based delights of the internet.
So Heechul was basically home free for the time being. Hurriedly he finished scrawling out the highlights of the meeting so far-- Minho's subway escapade. The dog-fucker, Youngbae. Zhou Mi's stunt with the cookies. Yunho and Amber, a match made in some twisted version of heaven. Gorgeous bruises on the neck of the second Junsu. And Wooyoung's submission only minutes earlier--
Heechul gave a choked moan, dropping his pen and shoving his hand down into his pants with a helpless urgency. Stumbling into a stall, he fumbled with the zip of his jeans with his free hand until he could free himself, hips working furiously into his own hand as little pants escaped his mouth. It didn't take long for him to finish, biting hard into his own arm to keep from making too much noise.
He sighed happily through the trembling afterwards, reaching a shaky hand for some toilet paper to clean himself up. It only took a minute or so for him to tuck himself away, washing his hands, smoothing out his hair, and tucking his notepad safely away in his back pocket. Grinning, he thought of the copious notes he'd already got out of tonight's session. It was enough to keep him writing for weeks. Still, though-- you could never have too much inspiration. After a last check of his appearance in the mirror, he made his way back to the meeting room.
"Did you miss me, darlings?" He announced his arrival, ignoring the scowls from about half the group. Hankyung gave him a knowing, disappointed look. Heechul just smirked.
~~~
Kangin calls Eeteuk a pedophile, and half the time he's joking, but Eeteuk's also pretty sure that half the time he's not, and this is a problem. It's a problem because Eeteuk isn't a pedophile. Not at all! He just likes to help. It's not his fault he has such a mothering personality. It's not his fault that all his younger acquaintances instinctively trust him, and turn to him for advice and comfort whenever they need it. And it's definitely not his fault that when they turn those wide, teary eyes up at him, when they whimper 'hyung' with such admiration and devotion, when they bury their faces in his shoulder and clutch his shirt with their soft, gentle hands--
Well, it's not his fault when his pants get a little too uncomfortably tight.
Besides, it's not like he ever initiates anything. He always gives them a nice, brotherly kiss on the forehead, something to soothe and reassure them. It's not his fault if sometimes the kiss turns into something a little more than brotherly. If that's how his boys want to show their gratitude and affection, who is he to turn them down?
Surely rejection would be devastating for their developing self-esteem. So really, in the end, he's doing the right thing.
Right?
A small shy voice comes from the entryway. "Um, excuse me? I think I may have gotten lost-"
Eeteuk snaps to attention, a kind smile on his face immediately as he stands, giving the newcomer a once over. He's young, maybe around Taemin's age, with adorable cheeks and the cutest bowl-cut eeteuk's ever seen. He clutches tight to a school satchel, eyes big as he scans the rather large group. "I'm supposed to be meeting my tutor here, but I forgot which room he's supposed to be in..."
"Don't worry, I'll help you find the place. Just call me Eeteuk-hyung. What's your name?" Eeteuk hurries over to the boy, whose face brightens in relief. "I'm Dongho. You can really help? Thank you so much, hyung!"
Still beaming, Eeteuk wraps an arm around Dongho's shoulders. "Of course! Hyung will take good care of you- Oh."
Eeteuk doesn't have to turn around to recognize the feel of Kangin's strong arms pulling him away from the boy. "Eeteuk hyung is going to stay right here," he's saying emphatically, steering a confused Dongho out the door. "I'll take you to the tutoring room." With one last disapproving scowl at Eeteuk, Kangin and Dongho are gone.
Sighing, he returns to his seat. It's not his fault, really. He just likes to help.