Post Blue
Title: Post Blue.
Pairing: KyuHae.
Rating: Mature.
Type: Oneshot
Genre: AU!future, action, romance, mild!smut
Warnings: language, violence, non too grapich smut.
Disclaimer: neither kyuhyun or donghae are mine, only the plot.
Summary: The city isn't what it used to be. People are scared, cowards, and the only one who once cared, doesn't anymore. Kyuhyun only cares for himself. But what if someone crosses his path that actually makes him...feel?
A/N: I've been listening non-stop for five hours on post blue by placebo, and all of this came out. I also had Sin City in my mind at the same time. This is also my first attempt on writing smut, so, y'know...
The dark clouds painted the city in depressing colors, as no star had the power to shine trough. Even the moon was powerless. It could almost feel like a night coming straight from a dark comic, where bad guys roamed around on the street, and no one had the guts to head out.
Well, Kyuhyun wasn't no one.
His eyes scanned the sight before him, a cold city, a dead city, and it wouldn't look better in the morning, not when people were acting like this, letting idiots rule. Fucking idiots. He sighed, realizing how pissed off he actually felt. Though a chuckle left his lips when he came to think of the fact that he most certainly wasn't afraid of heights anymore. He gazed down beneath him, the tip of his shoes sticking out a little, and 30 stories down to a most certain death.
No, he didn't have time for this. What was he even thinking. Before it all had gotten out of hand, he had gotten the idea that he was supposed to save them all, since it seemed like he was the only one that had a little ounce of moral and pride left in him. But it slowly faded away, got replaced with something else, when he saw how cowardly all of the people were behaving. How could he save anyone that didn't seem to want to be saved?
He'd lost hope in humanity a long time ago, and couldn't feel any reason going back to his previous state. What was having a family? What was having friends? What was that third feeling? He'd completely forgotten. The memories seemed to have left him.
No, they would have to handle it themselves. He wanted no part of it. What he cared about now was only himself.
It tested his temper, when the guy had started following him. Kyuhyun was observant, a little too smart for his own good sometimes, but even a stupid person could have noticed this clumsy brat, now and then showing up at the same places, glancing at Kyuhyun from the corner of his eyes. It really tested his temper.
He tiredly jumped down from the small brick wall, separating anyone from falling over the edge and glances over his shoulder for a second. You've got to be kidding me. A low growl left his throat. He was fucking sick of it, he had to make the annoying feeling go away.
The other had no chance of getting away, not when Kyuhyun was at it. He swiftly turned the corner and grabbed the other by his collar, pushing him roughly against the brick wall. Kyuhyun's knuckles was near turning white from gripping the fabric too hard, while the other whimpered and trashed to get free.
He must have been around Kyuhyun's age, maybe even older, but the boyish glimmer in his eyes didn't show any of it. His hair was of brownish color, mid-long and dirty, the same dirty went for his clothes, as Kyuhyun threw a glance down briefly. This guy probably didn't even have a home. It wouldn't surprise Kyuhyun anyway.
“I suggest you find something or someone else to lurk around. I'm fucking sick of seeing your shadow everywhere. Or would you like me to kill you?” he hissed in the trashing man's ear, who quickly stopped his struggling at the threatening words. Kyuhyun's eyes met the other's, wide, full of fear.
Something about them made Kyuhyun... feel, something.
“P-please-” the other choked out, fear supposedly clogging his throat, “I-I've-, I've h-heard 'bout you.”
“You'll have to come up with something better than that. Everyone knows who I am.” Kyuhyun loosened his grip a little, but still holding the other in place.
“Please, j-just please, you have to help me. I did something bad, really bad, a-and if I stay close to you, they won't come for me. P-please, please, I don't want to be ripped to pieces, please.” The man, or Kyuhyun would rather call him boy, in front of him had the outermost look of panic in his eyes, breathing being uneven, and hands shaking violently where they had grasped Kyuhyun's by reflex.
Why did Kyuhyun feel some sort of... compassion for this person?
He shook his head a quickly, refusing to let any sign of wavering show. He caught the other's eyes again, which were now watery, most likely from panic.
“What's your name?” Kyuhyun said at last.
“Donghae, Lee Donghae,” the other answered, sighing deeply to try to catch his own breath.
“Look, Lee Donghae, I don't care what you did, I don't care what they will do to you, I don't give a fuck about you at all, I just want you to stay away from me, have you got that? Unless you want me to end your misery instead, because I would gladly help you in that way,” Kyuhyun spat at the other, releasing the grip on the collar, watching as Donghae tumbled to the ground, onto his knees. Donghae bit his knuckle to keep the sobs in, but some would escape either way.
“I heard good things about you,” Donghae stated quietly after a while, trying to stand up on his feet, exhaustion showing all over his face, “I though that they were true.”
“Fairytales doesn't exist anymore. Sorry to destroy your little dream of getting saved by a knight in shiny armour. I won't be anyone's bodyguard.”
Donghae's eyes were suddenly hollow, as if realizing something. He turned his blank gaze from the ground to Kyuhyun.
“They'll take me as soon as I step a foot outside of this building. They'll know I got denied.”
“Well boo-hoo,” Kyuhyun mocked, crossing his arms over his chest. Donghae sighed and shook his head, but then suddenly laughed a little. Kyuhyun tried to act like he didn't care, but deep inside he wondered why this guy suddenly was laughing, when he was sure he was going to die.
“Kyuhyun-ssi, it was nice finally meeting you, even though you weren't exactly what I had imagined.” The brunette scratched the back of his head and then shook it. He looked up into Kyuhyun's eyes with a weak smile, “take care.”
Kyuhyun stared at the figure walking away from him, toward the stair well. The young man still felt the nagging feeling inside of him. The feeling of bad conscience. Why couldn't he help him? Why did he have the feeling of wanting to help, digging into his chest, close to where a caring heart should have been.
It felt like punching himself in the face when he finally came to a decision. He just hoped it wasn't too late. He quickly hurried down the stair well, 30 stories taking far more time to run down than he had remembered. When only two more stories to go, he heard glass breaking, shouting, and a scream, and pleas, and more pleas the closer he got. They got muffled, and suddenly just died out.
He rounded the last corner as he saw Donghae's lifeless body being shoved into the trunk of a car, hands tied and gagged, blood covering most of his hair on one side of the head.
Kyuhyun swore loudly, stupidly enough getting the attention of the three men on their way of getting into the car. Idiot, you should know better. They had already taken off, and he knew they had recognized him, probably gotten scared shitless only at the sight of him. But he didn't have time to think about that, he had to save this stranger, he had to actually save someone, for what felt like the first time in years.
His car picked up on them quickly. The gang didn't spend much money on their cars anyway, since no one was stupid enough to race them, well, other than Kyuhyun of course. His car was no batmobile, it didn't have missiles at the front, it couldn't give a car a flat tire, but it sure was good for speed. He pulled up next to the other, with window rolled down, and a gun drawn out from the glove compartment, pointing toward the driver.
“Stop. Your. Fucking. Vehicle.” he called out, a vicious look in his eyes.
“What? For that fucking brat? What's he to you?” the man in the passenger seat shouted back. “A little bird whispered in my ear that you don't give a shit really. I bet you're just doing it fo-”
Kyuhyun had fired, bullet now resting in the too talkative passenger's forehead. Kyuhyun quickly took out the passenger in the back as well, before going back aiming at the one driving. The driver looked around himself, and the toward Kyuhyun, fear a little visible in his eyes. He stepped on the breaks and Kyuhyun followed his lead. But the man was still ahead of him, rushing back to the trunk with gun in hand.
Donghae had come to a little, head still dazed with a thick fog and sight unclear. Well, it was pitch black in the trunk anyway. Panic got a hold on him, and he desperately tried kicking for the trunk to open, but of course his tries did nothing. Suddenly the car seemed to stop, sending Donghae's body painfully into the side of the trunk. Even more dazed, he couldn't understand what was happening, why they had stopped so sudden. The trunk was opened, and he stared up at the man with a gun in his hand. He tried to get away from the hands snatching for him, but he felt himself being dragged out soon enough.
“You see, mighty Kyuhyun, look what I've got here; the fucking useless brat you want us to let go. Who's calling all the shots here now, huh?” the man called out, a hint of nervousness still audible in the voice. He held one hand in Donghae's hair, gun in the other, using the younger as some sort of shield. Donghae whimpered and pleaded over and over again to be let go.
“I bet you've never killed someone before. You might look like this cool gangster, but you've never hurt a fly. You're probably doing this because you owe someone money, and can't pay them back. You don't have the guts to kill anyone. I'm right, aren't I?” Kyuhyun chuckled, the gun still steady in his hand. He had a clear shot, he could kill whenever he wanted, he just wanted a little fun before, watching as the older man doubted his own capacity by the second. Kyuhyun slowly moved closer.
“I-I'll kill him!” the man shrieked, tugging Donghae's head closer to him.
“Look, I won't do this 'calm down, let's talk about this and everything will be fine'-shit. Either you let him go, and maybe I'll spare your life, or you don't, and you'll die right before you can say 'fuck my fucking life'.”
“Well, fuck y-”
The shot echoed between the apartment buildings, as the man stumbled backwards, luckily letting go of Donghae's hair in the fall, the brunette gasped through the gag. Donghae glanced behind him, only to close his eyes and turn back again, hands shaking behind his back from the shock. His legs were ready to give in as well. Kyuhyun caught him in the fall, carefully laying down the other on the ground. Donghae's vision was all a blur, he couldn't keep himself conscious, he just couldn't. He hated how he thought that Kyuhyun would be gone the next he knew, and he wouldn't be able to thank him.
Everything turned black.
When he came to again, he noticed how he wasn't lying on the cold ground, all alone. Sure, he was alone, but he was lying in a bed, bigger than any bed he could ever remember seeing before. He didn't really have much to compare with anyway, he'd been living on the streets for the past few months. He was wearing his own clothes, but when he traced his own face and head he could feel how his wounds had been taken care of, and there wasn't any blood in his hair. The room didn't say much about where he was, the was just a computer standing on a table on the other side.
He froze when the door was opened, and shocked when Kyuhyun stepped inside. He was really the last person Donghae had expected, it would've made more sense with an ahjumma, or something. Donghae pulled his knees up to his chest, waiting for Kyuhyun to break the awkward tension. When Kyuhyun clearly wouldn't, Donghae cleared his throat.
“T-thank you,” he stammered, still having too little energy in his body to speak up. Kyuhyun merely rolled his eyes and laughed. “What?”
“I honestly don't know why you have the impact on me that you do. Anyone else, I wouldn't have cared at all. Why did I want to save you? Why are you suddenly changing who I am?” Donghae noted a small hint of irritation in Kyuhyun's voice, it made him a little scared. Kyuhyun moved a little closer.
“I don't know either,” Donghae mumbled.
“I try to remember the feeling. It isn't that of trusting a mother, it surely isn't the one when caring for a friend, and I don't know what is left,” Kyuhyun was moving closer and closer. At last he was so close for Donghae to feel his breath on his own cold skin, Donghae moving a hand to cover it protectively. “I wonder if, I could just-”
Kyuhyun's aggressive side showed when he kissed, taking Donghae completely off guard, the older falling backwards in shock, but Kyuhyun only followed his lead. He caught his lips again and bit down on the bottom lip when the other wouldn't respond.
Donghae wasn't sure at first, but something about it felt right, and what wasn't wrong to do in dark times like these anyways. Subconsciously he pulled Kyuhyun's head closer to his, responding to the kiss, trying to kiss back as roughly as the other had. Kyuhyun chuckled at the failed attempt, and took the opportunity to sneak his cold hands under the fabric of Donghae's shirt, feeling the lean muscles under his fingertips.
So, it was this tingling feeling in his stomach he was missing. But what did he use to call it?
Donghae let out a groan, which Kyuhyun caught, as he easily took control over the situation. He pushed the fabric up, and pulled the shirt over Donghae's head, leaving the older exposed and shivering from the chilly temperature in the room. I'll just have to do something about it, Kyuhyun thought, after staring down at the sight before him.
The brunette breathed heavily and met Kyuhyun's gaze, his own cheeks flushed. Hell, he had no idea why the younger made him feel this way, but he didn't care. He just wanted to be touched again, feel protected, a warm embrace. He hadn't even noticed how cold it was until Kyuhyun's fingers danced up his sides, creating some sort of heat, and made him shiver in another way. His own fingers found their way to Kyuhyun's hair, where he entwined them with whatever grip he could find, and desperately pulled the other closer again, for another kiss, more warmth.
Kyuhyun wasn't one to think twice. Well, he had done it previously that day, but this he was certain about. He hastily pulled his own shirt over his head, exposing all of his scars. They weren't marks he was proud of, but there was nothing he could do about them. Donghae frowned and traced them lightly with his fingertips, wondering what Kyuhyun had been through to get them.
“If you don't want this, you can ask me to stop, but I don't know if I'll be able to,” Kyuhyun whispered into Donghae's ear, letting a finger trace the other's jaw teasingly. Donghae let out a soft moan, which was answer enough for Kyuhyun. When he felt like he had heated up Donghae's skin enough, his hands slowly traveled down toward their lower areas, the older's hands still roaming all over his torso and arms. His fingers traced Donghae's arousal through the fabric of his pants. Donghae, as a response, bucked his hips upwards for more contact. It felt weird; suddenly wanting more.
Was it love he was thinking about? Was this love? It sure reminded him of something that he had felt long ago, before it all had started.
But this was still something new, as he explored a little further, pulling the zipper down, ever so slowly, causing a whiny moan to come from Donghae's throat. He caught Donghae's lips yet again, swallowing all of the moans escaping, as he reached for Donghae's member. He enjoyed every kind of reaction he got from the brunette, the older mewling in pleasure.
Donghae figured he wouldn't let Kyuhyun do all of the work, since he was the one who was supposed to thank the other. He copied Kyuhyun's action, reaching down for the obvious bulge. He did it less teasingly though, but he still managed to get a groan from Kyuhyun, who wasn't really in on what was happening. His head was spinning, but to say that he wasn't enjoying this was a lie.
Still sharing that sloppy kiss, Kyuhyun pulled away, if only for a centimeter, and looked down at Donghae, who had his eyes closed tightly, and was biting down on his own lip to focus. He liked the sight, he liked the thought of having something like this.
Donghae couldn't help himself anymore, he had reached the point of what he was able to control. His back arched as he came, and soon after Kyuhyun did as well, head coming to rest on Donghae's chest, both of them panting heavily.
Kyuhyun moved to lay beside Donghae, as the other was trying to catch his breath, while staring up at the ceiling. But he turned to face Kyuhyun at last, the younger staring into his eyes, but neither of them knew what to say.
Kyuhyun saw the same thing in Donghae's eyes as he had done on the roof. Those eyes made him... feel something, something good. It was forever since that had happened.
Pairing: KyuHae.
Rating: Mature.
Type: Oneshot
Genre: AU!future, action, romance, mild!smut
Warnings: language, violence, non too grapich smut.
Disclaimer: neither kyuhyun or donghae are mine, only the plot.
Summary: The city isn't what it used to be. People are scared, cowards, and the only one who once cared, doesn't anymore. Kyuhyun only cares for himself. But what if someone crosses his path that actually makes him...feel?
A/N: I've been listening non-stop for five hours on post blue by placebo, and all of this came out. I also had Sin City in my mind at the same time. This is also my first attempt on writing smut, so, y'know...
The dark clouds painted the city in depressing colors, as no star had the power to shine trough. Even the moon was powerless. It could almost feel like a night coming straight from a dark comic, where bad guys roamed around on the street, and no one had the guts to head out.
Well, Kyuhyun wasn't no one.
His eyes scanned the sight before him, a cold city, a dead city, and it wouldn't look better in the morning, not when people were acting like this, letting idiots rule. Fucking idiots. He sighed, realizing how pissed off he actually felt. Though a chuckle left his lips when he came to think of the fact that he most certainly wasn't afraid of heights anymore. He gazed down beneath him, the tip of his shoes sticking out a little, and 30 stories down to a most certain death.
No, he didn't have time for this. What was he even thinking. Before it all had gotten out of hand, he had gotten the idea that he was supposed to save them all, since it seemed like he was the only one that had a little ounce of moral and pride left in him. But it slowly faded away, got replaced with something else, when he saw how cowardly all of the people were behaving. How could he save anyone that didn't seem to want to be saved?
He'd lost hope in humanity a long time ago, and couldn't feel any reason going back to his previous state. What was having a family? What was having friends? What was that third feeling? He'd completely forgotten. The memories seemed to have left him.
No, they would have to handle it themselves. He wanted no part of it. What he cared about now was only himself.
It tested his temper, when the guy had started following him. Kyuhyun was observant, a little too smart for his own good sometimes, but even a stupid person could have noticed this clumsy brat, now and then showing up at the same places, glancing at Kyuhyun from the corner of his eyes. It really tested his temper.
He tiredly jumped down from the small brick wall, separating anyone from falling over the edge and glances over his shoulder for a second. You've got to be kidding me. A low growl left his throat. He was fucking sick of it, he had to make the annoying feeling go away.
The other had no chance of getting away, not when Kyuhyun was at it. He swiftly turned the corner and grabbed the other by his collar, pushing him roughly against the brick wall. Kyuhyun's knuckles was near turning white from gripping the fabric too hard, while the other whimpered and trashed to get free.
He must have been around Kyuhyun's age, maybe even older, but the boyish glimmer in his eyes didn't show any of it. His hair was of brownish color, mid-long and dirty, the same dirty went for his clothes, as Kyuhyun threw a glance down briefly. This guy probably didn't even have a home. It wouldn't surprise Kyuhyun anyway.
“I suggest you find something or someone else to lurk around. I'm fucking sick of seeing your shadow everywhere. Or would you like me to kill you?” he hissed in the trashing man's ear, who quickly stopped his struggling at the threatening words. Kyuhyun's eyes met the other's, wide, full of fear.
Something about them made Kyuhyun... feel, something.
“P-please-” the other choked out, fear supposedly clogging his throat, “I-I've-, I've h-heard 'bout you.”
“You'll have to come up with something better than that. Everyone knows who I am.” Kyuhyun loosened his grip a little, but still holding the other in place.
“Please, j-just please, you have to help me. I did something bad, really bad, a-and if I stay close to you, they won't come for me. P-please, please, I don't want to be ripped to pieces, please.” The man, or Kyuhyun would rather call him boy, in front of him had the outermost look of panic in his eyes, breathing being uneven, and hands shaking violently where they had grasped Kyuhyun's by reflex.
Why did Kyuhyun feel some sort of... compassion for this person?
He shook his head a quickly, refusing to let any sign of wavering show. He caught the other's eyes again, which were now watery, most likely from panic.
“What's your name?” Kyuhyun said at last.
“Donghae, Lee Donghae,” the other answered, sighing deeply to try to catch his own breath.
“Look, Lee Donghae, I don't care what you did, I don't care what they will do to you, I don't give a fuck about you at all, I just want you to stay away from me, have you got that? Unless you want me to end your misery instead, because I would gladly help you in that way,” Kyuhyun spat at the other, releasing the grip on the collar, watching as Donghae tumbled to the ground, onto his knees. Donghae bit his knuckle to keep the sobs in, but some would escape either way.
“I heard good things about you,” Donghae stated quietly after a while, trying to stand up on his feet, exhaustion showing all over his face, “I though that they were true.”
“Fairytales doesn't exist anymore. Sorry to destroy your little dream of getting saved by a knight in shiny armour. I won't be anyone's bodyguard.”
Donghae's eyes were suddenly hollow, as if realizing something. He turned his blank gaze from the ground to Kyuhyun.
“They'll take me as soon as I step a foot outside of this building. They'll know I got denied.”
“Well boo-hoo,” Kyuhyun mocked, crossing his arms over his chest. Donghae sighed and shook his head, but then suddenly laughed a little. Kyuhyun tried to act like he didn't care, but deep inside he wondered why this guy suddenly was laughing, when he was sure he was going to die.
“Kyuhyun-ssi, it was nice finally meeting you, even though you weren't exactly what I had imagined.” The brunette scratched the back of his head and then shook it. He looked up into Kyuhyun's eyes with a weak smile, “take care.”
Kyuhyun stared at the figure walking away from him, toward the stair well. The young man still felt the nagging feeling inside of him. The feeling of bad conscience. Why couldn't he help him? Why did he have the feeling of wanting to help, digging into his chest, close to where a caring heart should have been.
It felt like punching himself in the face when he finally came to a decision. He just hoped it wasn't too late. He quickly hurried down the stair well, 30 stories taking far more time to run down than he had remembered. When only two more stories to go, he heard glass breaking, shouting, and a scream, and pleas, and more pleas the closer he got. They got muffled, and suddenly just died out.
He rounded the last corner as he saw Donghae's lifeless body being shoved into the trunk of a car, hands tied and gagged, blood covering most of his hair on one side of the head.
Kyuhyun swore loudly, stupidly enough getting the attention of the three men on their way of getting into the car. Idiot, you should know better. They had already taken off, and he knew they had recognized him, probably gotten scared shitless only at the sight of him. But he didn't have time to think about that, he had to save this stranger, he had to actually save someone, for what felt like the first time in years.
His car picked up on them quickly. The gang didn't spend much money on their cars anyway, since no one was stupid enough to race them, well, other than Kyuhyun of course. His car was no batmobile, it didn't have missiles at the front, it couldn't give a car a flat tire, but it sure was good for speed. He pulled up next to the other, with window rolled down, and a gun drawn out from the glove compartment, pointing toward the driver.
“Stop. Your. Fucking. Vehicle.” he called out, a vicious look in his eyes.
“What? For that fucking brat? What's he to you?” the man in the passenger seat shouted back. “A little bird whispered in my ear that you don't give a shit really. I bet you're just doing it fo-”
Kyuhyun had fired, bullet now resting in the too talkative passenger's forehead. Kyuhyun quickly took out the passenger in the back as well, before going back aiming at the one driving. The driver looked around himself, and the toward Kyuhyun, fear a little visible in his eyes. He stepped on the breaks and Kyuhyun followed his lead. But the man was still ahead of him, rushing back to the trunk with gun in hand.
Donghae had come to a little, head still dazed with a thick fog and sight unclear. Well, it was pitch black in the trunk anyway. Panic got a hold on him, and he desperately tried kicking for the trunk to open, but of course his tries did nothing. Suddenly the car seemed to stop, sending Donghae's body painfully into the side of the trunk. Even more dazed, he couldn't understand what was happening, why they had stopped so sudden. The trunk was opened, and he stared up at the man with a gun in his hand. He tried to get away from the hands snatching for him, but he felt himself being dragged out soon enough.
“You see, mighty Kyuhyun, look what I've got here; the fucking useless brat you want us to let go. Who's calling all the shots here now, huh?” the man called out, a hint of nervousness still audible in the voice. He held one hand in Donghae's hair, gun in the other, using the younger as some sort of shield. Donghae whimpered and pleaded over and over again to be let go.
“I bet you've never killed someone before. You might look like this cool gangster, but you've never hurt a fly. You're probably doing this because you owe someone money, and can't pay them back. You don't have the guts to kill anyone. I'm right, aren't I?” Kyuhyun chuckled, the gun still steady in his hand. He had a clear shot, he could kill whenever he wanted, he just wanted a little fun before, watching as the older man doubted his own capacity by the second. Kyuhyun slowly moved closer.
“I-I'll kill him!” the man shrieked, tugging Donghae's head closer to him.
“Look, I won't do this 'calm down, let's talk about this and everything will be fine'-shit. Either you let him go, and maybe I'll spare your life, or you don't, and you'll die right before you can say 'fuck my fucking life'.”
“Well, fuck y-”
The shot echoed between the apartment buildings, as the man stumbled backwards, luckily letting go of Donghae's hair in the fall, the brunette gasped through the gag. Donghae glanced behind him, only to close his eyes and turn back again, hands shaking behind his back from the shock. His legs were ready to give in as well. Kyuhyun caught him in the fall, carefully laying down the other on the ground. Donghae's vision was all a blur, he couldn't keep himself conscious, he just couldn't. He hated how he thought that Kyuhyun would be gone the next he knew, and he wouldn't be able to thank him.
Everything turned black.
When he came to again, he noticed how he wasn't lying on the cold ground, all alone. Sure, he was alone, but he was lying in a bed, bigger than any bed he could ever remember seeing before. He didn't really have much to compare with anyway, he'd been living on the streets for the past few months. He was wearing his own clothes, but when he traced his own face and head he could feel how his wounds had been taken care of, and there wasn't any blood in his hair. The room didn't say much about where he was, the was just a computer standing on a table on the other side.
He froze when the door was opened, and shocked when Kyuhyun stepped inside. He was really the last person Donghae had expected, it would've made more sense with an ahjumma, or something. Donghae pulled his knees up to his chest, waiting for Kyuhyun to break the awkward tension. When Kyuhyun clearly wouldn't, Donghae cleared his throat.
“T-thank you,” he stammered, still having too little energy in his body to speak up. Kyuhyun merely rolled his eyes and laughed. “What?”
“I honestly don't know why you have the impact on me that you do. Anyone else, I wouldn't have cared at all. Why did I want to save you? Why are you suddenly changing who I am?” Donghae noted a small hint of irritation in Kyuhyun's voice, it made him a little scared. Kyuhyun moved a little closer.
“I don't know either,” Donghae mumbled.
“I try to remember the feeling. It isn't that of trusting a mother, it surely isn't the one when caring for a friend, and I don't know what is left,” Kyuhyun was moving closer and closer. At last he was so close for Donghae to feel his breath on his own cold skin, Donghae moving a hand to cover it protectively. “I wonder if, I could just-”
Kyuhyun's aggressive side showed when he kissed, taking Donghae completely off guard, the older falling backwards in shock, but Kyuhyun only followed his lead. He caught his lips again and bit down on the bottom lip when the other wouldn't respond.
Donghae wasn't sure at first, but something about it felt right, and what wasn't wrong to do in dark times like these anyways. Subconsciously he pulled Kyuhyun's head closer to his, responding to the kiss, trying to kiss back as roughly as the other had. Kyuhyun chuckled at the failed attempt, and took the opportunity to sneak his cold hands under the fabric of Donghae's shirt, feeling the lean muscles under his fingertips.
So, it was this tingling feeling in his stomach he was missing. But what did he use to call it?
Donghae let out a groan, which Kyuhyun caught, as he easily took control over the situation. He pushed the fabric up, and pulled the shirt over Donghae's head, leaving the older exposed and shivering from the chilly temperature in the room. I'll just have to do something about it, Kyuhyun thought, after staring down at the sight before him.
The brunette breathed heavily and met Kyuhyun's gaze, his own cheeks flushed. Hell, he had no idea why the younger made him feel this way, but he didn't care. He just wanted to be touched again, feel protected, a warm embrace. He hadn't even noticed how cold it was until Kyuhyun's fingers danced up his sides, creating some sort of heat, and made him shiver in another way. His own fingers found their way to Kyuhyun's hair, where he entwined them with whatever grip he could find, and desperately pulled the other closer again, for another kiss, more warmth.
Kyuhyun wasn't one to think twice. Well, he had done it previously that day, but this he was certain about. He hastily pulled his own shirt over his head, exposing all of his scars. They weren't marks he was proud of, but there was nothing he could do about them. Donghae frowned and traced them lightly with his fingertips, wondering what Kyuhyun had been through to get them.
“If you don't want this, you can ask me to stop, but I don't know if I'll be able to,” Kyuhyun whispered into Donghae's ear, letting a finger trace the other's jaw teasingly. Donghae let out a soft moan, which was answer enough for Kyuhyun. When he felt like he had heated up Donghae's skin enough, his hands slowly traveled down toward their lower areas, the older's hands still roaming all over his torso and arms. His fingers traced Donghae's arousal through the fabric of his pants. Donghae, as a response, bucked his hips upwards for more contact. It felt weird; suddenly wanting more.
Was it love he was thinking about? Was this love? It sure reminded him of something that he had felt long ago, before it all had started.
But this was still something new, as he explored a little further, pulling the zipper down, ever so slowly, causing a whiny moan to come from Donghae's throat. He caught Donghae's lips yet again, swallowing all of the moans escaping, as he reached for Donghae's member. He enjoyed every kind of reaction he got from the brunette, the older mewling in pleasure.
Donghae figured he wouldn't let Kyuhyun do all of the work, since he was the one who was supposed to thank the other. He copied Kyuhyun's action, reaching down for the obvious bulge. He did it less teasingly though, but he still managed to get a groan from Kyuhyun, who wasn't really in on what was happening. His head was spinning, but to say that he wasn't enjoying this was a lie.
Still sharing that sloppy kiss, Kyuhyun pulled away, if only for a centimeter, and looked down at Donghae, who had his eyes closed tightly, and was biting down on his own lip to focus. He liked the sight, he liked the thought of having something like this.
Donghae couldn't help himself anymore, he had reached the point of what he was able to control. His back arched as he came, and soon after Kyuhyun did as well, head coming to rest on Donghae's chest, both of them panting heavily.
Kyuhyun moved to lay beside Donghae, as the other was trying to catch his breath, while staring up at the ceiling. But he turned to face Kyuhyun at last, the younger staring into his eyes, but neither of them knew what to say.
Kyuhyun saw the same thing in Donghae's eyes as he had done on the roof. Those eyes made him... feel something, something good. It was forever since that had happened.