What House of Ill Repute?
Title: What House of Ill Repute?
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Dark, AU, Smut
Warning: Some disturbing scenes
Pairing: Kyuhyun/Sungmin/Zhou Mi
Summary: There is a place which boasts of the ultimate experience. Where only men and women who know somebody who knows somebody can offer a fortune for a night of fulfilled fantasy. Zhou Mi is such a man, but he steps into this house of ill fame with the mistaken thinking that it was but a normal whorehouse.
It’s not. Not when the one who offer you their services are the Gemini. The linked pairs. The perfect prostitutes.
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Zhou Mi walked down the dark corridors, following after the usher whom he knew was looking at him with pure curiosity in his eyes. He would have been more perturbed, but he knew that the reluctance in him showed clearly in the way he dragged his feet and the sigh that escaped every few seconds he would allow it.
Yes, he didn’t want to be here, much to the surprise of the general, shady population that knew that this rumored place was not so much rumored as it was true. It was only fears of insulting his boss - a man who was like a father to him, that kept him from refusing the semi-order to take a night off and enjoy himself. That, and the fact that he knew that this place charged an arm and a leg of which there was no refund not matter what the reason was.
He refused to let himself believe that it was really memories of those pair of piercing black eyes staring straight at him, so sharp and scathing that Zhou Mi, who was usually good at making himself forget, couldn’t.
The wooden floor had become carpeting, he realized. So it was true, the ranking system that existed within this place. That the more jobs a Gemini got, the better their rooms, the more perks they got - an ironic version of fair meritocracy in the corrupt world Zhou Mi lived in.
But, now as he stared at the plush red threads beneath his black work shoes, the mahogany door and the ornate golden key that was handed to him, with the matching numbers of 004 etched in the gold plague that was hammered into the door, he had only begun to realized exactly how high up the Gemini his boss had gotten him for the night were. How expensive.
“Please enjoy your night, sir.” It took Zhou Mi a while to realize that the usher had spoken. And his eyes shifted, feeling a strong wave of curiosity behind the politely schooled expression. He didn’t blame the usher really - he hazarded that most of the people who spent a fortune on such things usually were more eager and had more of an idea of what they were up for.
They certainly wouldn’t be frozen in front of the door even after the usher opened it, gesturing inside, suddenly struck with nerves and the realization that they had no idea what they were doing, being in way over their heads. It was almost embarrassing the way the usher had to prod him, so that his brain could send automatic messages to his legs to move stiff limb by stiff limb inside.
The room was dark, filled only with the dim light of a vintage table lamp, but Zhou Mi saw the gleam of those dark eyes anyway. He would see it even in pitch black, he thought. The way the intensity of it shot to his bones, and he didn’t realize that the door behind him had shut closed, nor that he had stopped moving again, standing stock still like a stiff mannequin made to pose like a soldier in front of his sergeant.
Those eyes. Exactly like in his memory and dreams. Piercing. As if they could see straight through him and into the depths of his sordid soul. He thought he would be lost in that gaze that whole night - just standing there, caught, until the hour that was paid for was up.
Nothing could tear him away from the bind of those eyes it seemed.
He was proven wrong just mere seconds later.
“Now, now… what do we have here?”
That voice. It was like pure liquid desire, distilled from the wet dreams of desperate men. And Zhou Mi’s eyes was drawn to the speaker, feeling as if his gaze was being lured by a pair of gentle, caressing hands to the owner of the voice.
He felt as if he was staring at a God wrapped in velvet and silk, lying atop a bed of black satin. His eyes traveling up the elaborate robe he wore, a gorgeous contraption that covered up most of the slim body, leaving much to an imagination ignited by the smooth parts of skin it did reveal - legs, torso, chest.
Then lips - perfect ruby red lips that were moving. Zhou Mi was never a lips person, and this was the first time he was absolutely hypnotized by two slices of pink muscle upon a beige background moving. Moving in absolutely perfect motion.
It took him five full minutes to realize that in most social circles, lips moving meant that someone was talking.
“I’m s-sorry. What did you say?” the words felt strange tumbling out of Zhou Mi’s lips. He hadn’t needed to apologize to anyone in a long time, never angering now those he actually cared enough to apologize towards.
Those lips curled upwards now. “Well, looks like someone finally returned to join us. What do you think, Kyuhyun? Should we just let him stand there or should we ask him to come closer?”
The lips turned away, and Zhou Mi found himself trying to follow, only to be stopped in his tracks by an amused gaze. There, standing by the side of the bed. A tall, thin man - not as much as himself, but in a much more attractive way. For a moment, Zhou Mi wondered why there were two people in the room for him before he realized he had forgotten that his boss hadn’t booked him into any ordinary brothel.
Then his brain, like the traitorous organ it was, slipped off in an entirely different train track altogether, and his next thoughts: Black leather. Eye-liner. And dry amusement trapped within a perfectly emotionless face. Dead shark eyes, some people might say. But Zhou Mi was trained in reading faces, so he knew.
Something must have happened between them that Zhou Mi didn’t see, because the next thing he knew, the person that had been lying on the bed sat up, silk tumbling to reveal more chest and confirming Zhou Mi’s suspicion that it was actually a man. He knew that the boss knew of his preferences, but somewhere in the recesses of Zhou Mi’s mind, he had thought that a face like that was too pretty to be male.
A finger crooked at him, and a simple smile. And Zhou Mi was nearly tumbling towards the bed like a desperate man who had just learned how to walk, and the next thing he knew, he was sitting on the bed, his legs feeling like jelly and with no idea why he was feeling like this. He usually had more control, even when his boss brought back the most beautiful whores one could buy and he had to stand guard, watching while they did it right in front of him.
Some of his confusion must have shown on his face, because he felt soft fingers cupping his chin, tilting it so that he faced an equally soft expression that he felt shouldn’t be on a face that only seconds earlier was screaming sex at him.
“What’s wrong?” that voice again, and Zhou Mi wanted to reply that he shouldn’t be getting hard this fast - not like this, not just by sound alone. He should have more control than this. But language escaped him now, and he only stared dumbly back.
“Maybe we’ll start simple.” An amused tilt of lips, and Zhou Mi’s eyes shifted as the man in front of him lifted an elegant arm, pointing. “I’m Sungmin, and this here is Kyuhyun.”
“Z-Zhou Mi.” He was preoccupied as he answered, his attention now taken by the chain trailing from Sungmin’s wrist.
“Zhou Mi, huh? I guess we’ll call you Zhou Mi-sshi then. Better than sir, don’t you think, Zhou Mi-sshi?”
It was ivory-white - the colour of bone, and it trailed on the ground, curling in a gleaming heap before leading up again to Kyuhyun’s wrist.
“Zhou Mi-sshi?”
Into Kyuhyun’s wrist.
“Ah… this… I wondered what you were looking at.” Zhou Mi jerked out of his stupor and looked up again to see Sungmin holding out his wrist in front of him, palm up, so that he could clearly see the chain embedded into Sungmin’s skin. It was exactly the way that needle had looked when it was in his arm that time he had needed a blood transfusion. “Your first time seeing it? Well, you must either be filthy rich, or quite an important person in your clan if you’re very first time with a Gemini is with us.”
Both were true, actually, although it was only the second that had led Zhou Mi into this situation. But Zhou Mi had long since sealed his lips to such questions about his identity and clan in the bedroom and only shrugged in response.
“Hmm… It seems, Kyuhyun, that we have a man of few words with us today.” Something in Sungmin’s voice had changed and Zhou Mi’s musings were dragged away from the mutilation of the human body that the chain was. “I guess he just wants us to get on with business.”
And before Zhou Mi could even comprehend, hands were upon him, his jacket tossed to the side, then his shirt. And he felt the protests on his lips die in a firm, blank haze that was filled with impressions of movement and warmth and moans that shot straight to his groin. And he would have forgotten about how wrong all this was if Sungmin hadn’t broken off to breathe, and he returned to stark reality for that split second.
“Wait. No. Wait.” Zhou Mi reached up to grab Sungmin’s hands, feeling them still as immediately in his grip. And his words faltered as he saw the look of trusting confusion on Sungmin’s face. “No… I don’t want this…”
“What do you want then? A handjob? Blowjob? Or maybe you’d like me to touch myself instead?” Zhou Mi stared at Sungmin in growing horror with each thing said, the man obviously taking Zhou Mi’s words wrong.
“No! I mean, I don’t want this at all.” He swept a gesturing hand at his surroundings. The dim lights. The smell of sex that perpetrated the air. He didn’t want it, paying someone whose job was to have sex. He didn’t denounce the people around him who did, but the thought of him doing it himself…
He just didn’t have it in him.
There was pause. An awkward silence. And Zhou Mi panted, his eyes flitting between Sungmin and Kyuhyun, feeling something he hadn’t felt in years.
Apprehension.
“I don’t understand, Zhou Mi-sshi.” Sungmin finally said slowly, glancing up at Kyuhyun before returning his expression of perplexity to Zhou Mi. “You paid close to a fortune. Not only for my body, but to unlock my mouth and voice as well. A full packaged deal. And you say you don’t want it?”
Zhou Mi didn’t understand half of what Sungmin meant, but he knew the answer to most of it anyway. “I don’t do… people like you.”
“People like us?” There was a sharp note to Sungmin’s voice now, and Zhou Mi looked up at the sound of soft bone clacking. “Is it this chain? Were you shocked? Was it too much beyond your imagination? Maybe we’re monsters now.”
“No… no.” Zhou Mi was unnerved by the chain, yes. But that wasn’t the reason. “I mean I don’t do… prostitutes… I don’t like the thought of paying someone to have sex with me. That’s all…”
There was surprise. And Zhou Mi even saw the expression on Kyuhyun’s face break a little before it was schooled back into perfect ice, but Sungmin’s expression was a good indicator of how Kyuhyun’s would have looked like. “But then… why…?”
“Because my boss arranged this for me.” Zhou Mi answered what was not asked. “And it would have been rude not to come.”
More silence. More than Zhou Mi could stand. And so, he gathered strength in his legs, pushing himself off the bed and scrambling to get his shirt. “I’m sorry. I’ll leave now.”
He’d gotten one sleeve on when a soft question stopped him in his tracks. “Would it make a difference if I say that I liked you?”
He paused. Wondered if he heard right. “What?”
“I said I like you.” Zhou Mi looked up, thinking that he’d see some form of a joke in Sungmin eyes, but saw only truth in those sincere brown orbs. “Kyuhyun does too. It would be a treat if you decide that you don’t mind having sex with us, money or not.”
Zhou Mi looked for some form of explanation from Kyuhyun, who had been quietly standing there all the while. He didn’t seem to like Zhou Mi any more than he liked the floor or the ceiling.
“It’s the truth.” Sungmin spoke again and Zhou Mi still didn’t believe him. It must have showed, because there was an exasperated sigh. “Zhou Mi-sshi. You’re the first person we’ve had who didn’t immediately force him or herself on us. And it helps that you’re the first hot, sexy person we’ve had for weeks-”
“I’m not sexy.” The statement came out more incredulous than Zhou Mi had meant it to, but it was what he thought was the truth. Sure, people had said, but he knew the truth. He was well-dressed, yes. But hot? Sexy?
“Yes, you are.” Sungmin waved aside years of taunts about limbs, height and nose as if they were nothing but random drivel about flowers and spring. “Look at us. We’re Gemini. We’ve seen a huge assortment of people. I think we can judge what’s sexy and what’s not.”
Zhou Mi had no answer to that. And finally Sungmin leaned forward, holding his harm out with an expression that Zhou Mi could not place a name to. “We do want you.”
And though he didn’t know why, Zhou Mi believed him.
“Alright…” Zhou Mi hesitated, before the white shirt, not so crisp anymore, fell back to the floor. “…Alright.”
He crawled onto the bed, unsure what to do. Where did he put his hands? Would he accidentally jar the chain that connected Kyuhyun and Sungmin? Rumor had it there were nerves in that thing. What if this was a mistake? What if he disappointed Sungmin? It had been a while after all. What if-
“Shh…” Sungmin pressed his lips against the vein in Zhou Mi’s neck - against his heartbeat. “Calm down. No need to get an anxiety attack.”
Hands smoothed over his back and he did calm down, the feeling of those soft, warm hands soothing against his skin. Then lips on his, less frantic and sexual than earlier, but no less pleasing. And Zhou Mi groaned, tasting honey on Sungmin’s tongue, and his own darted out, chasing that sensual muscle for another taste of sweetness.
He was panting barely after they had begun. And he shifted uncomfortably, his pants no longer comfortable to be in, but he was too polite to say. And Sungmin saw, and there was a grin, a playful kitten grin that didn’t help a thing.
He looked away, hoping that the heat on his cheeks wasn’t a blush, only to see Kyuhyun staring right at them. He didn’t know why, but Zhou Mi’s eyes were drawn downwards at the obvious bulge in Kyuhyun’s pants. He stared.
“What’s the matter?” He must have paused, because Sungmin did as well, worried expression on his face. And Zhou Mi shook his head, releasing that what he’d done was extremely rude. “No… uh… I was just wondering… if… if Kyuhyun-sshi was going to join us.”
There was surprise written in Sungmin’s frame before his lips curled again. “Do you even know about us Gemini at all?”
Zhou Mi flushed then. He didn’t know much about the Gemini beyond the rumors - loud raucous boasts of those who had gone, about how good and beautiful they were. How expensive, but how worth that money was! But it was creepy, how they were in pairs - it didn’t make sense. And the ivory chain made of bone and then the voices would lower to whispers about inhumane experiments and drugs and mutterings of bad things… but then again, what a night. And the voices would rise again, boasting about all the things they did and Zhou Mi would tune himself out, disgusted with the way they preened.
Sungmin laughed, and it was the sound of bells in the wind on a lonely night - dangerously alluring. “Kyuhyun may be one half of us, but he is the half that guards. He makes sure that I don’t get hurt and that the customer doesn’t do anything more than what he has paid for. He rarely gets involved, and most of the time he doesn’t want to… but…”
A glance then, as if in confirmation. And Zhou Mi didn’t read see any change, only the underlying amusement that had been there all along, but that must have meant something because there was now a coquettish smile on Sungmin’s face. “But this time, if it pleases you, he wouldn’t mind joining.”
“I…” Zhou Mi looked up at Kyuhyun then back at Sungmin again, two different sets of features and expressions, yet both equally beautiful. “Yes… I’d like that… Please?”
The smallest of chuckles, one that wasn’t Sungmin’s warm laugh. And both Zhou Mi and Sungmin turned to stare at Kyuhyun in surprise to see the apparent smirk on his face. Zhou Mi was naturally surprised, having heard at sound out of the man the whole time, but when he turned to Sungmin, there was something beyond just mere surprise - a warmth and genuine gladness that Zhou Mi didn’t even begin to comprehend.
He was caught staring, and the smile that was directed at him was equally puzzling. But then there was a hand pressed against his zipper and a knee between his crotch and he stopped caring about puzzling things. “Come, Zhou Mi-sshi. Let us begin.”
Zhou Mi couldn’t help the gasp when Sungmin pulled his zipper down in one swift motion, reaching into Zhou Mi’s pants and pulling out his already hardening member, fingers digging into the black satin sheets. He stared down, watching the precum leak off his tip with just a simple action as Sungmin gently tightening his hand. And he blushed, somehow embarrassed at the sight of himself being held in Sungmin’s hand.
It didn’t help that Sungmin was teasing, pressing a cheeky kiss to the tip of his length that caused incomprehensible noises that might have been complaints to crawl out of his throat. “My, my, don’t you have a problem, Zhou Mi-sshi~?”
Perhaps Zhou Mi might have had a biting remark then. But he couldn’t remember, because the next thing he knew, his length was being encased by a delicious, hot wetness, and all thoughts in his mind flew out as he threw his head back, mouth open in the want to scream, but with nothing to cry out.
He didn’t know how long he was lost in that searing, lustful heat. Only that he had lost control of himself entirely, one hand tangled into Sungmin’s luscious brown hair, his hips thrusting in and out of that sinful cavern. They truly didn’t help, the moans. Moans that would put succubus to shame, ghosting around his length, encouraging.
Then it was suddenly gone. The heat, and Zhou Mi whined at the loss of it, earning himself a laugh and a wink. “Oh, don’t be so impatient. You’re all undressed, but me and Kyuhyun aren’t. If I were you, I’d normally complain that it was unfair.”
Zhou Mi watched as Kyuhyun curled his arms around Sungmin, untying the knot that held Sungmin’s elaborate robe together. Zhou Mi didn’t know what Kyuhyun did, but with deft fingers, Kyuhyun reached under the strings and mass of velvet and then, with one simple tug, it all fell apart, revealing the perfect combination of smooth skin, tough muscle and soft flesh underneath.
He nearly dived forward, salivating like some kind of savage animal eager for meat. But Sungmin clucked his tongue, gesturing at his groin. “You have to give me the key first.”
At first, Zhou Mi didn’t understand what Sungmin meant until he looked. And he stared in incomprehension at the contraption that Sungmin wore there - a piece made of leather crossed with study chains and secured with a lock, like a twisted version of a present to be opened.
“The key?” Sungmin reminded, wriggling and pleading. And Zhou Mi stared before he remembered the key that the usher had handed to him before he entered the room. And his hand went to the pocket he had shoved it into, pulling it out, glinting in the dim light.
“Yes… that key…” Sungmin breathed, but he wasn’t looking at Zhou Mi. “Kyuhyun, please?” And the key was plucked out of Zhou Mi’s hand, and he watched as Kyuhyun fit the key into lock and turned it, loosing the chains and stiff material. Zhou Mi didn’t know which made him curl his hands so tight, his nails bit into the flesh of his palm - the cry of relief Sungmin let out as Kyuhyun pulled the contraption away, or the sight of Sungmin’s member already hard and leaking, twitching up to life against those sculpted abs.
“Alright. Let’s finish what we started. Kyuhyun, prepare me.” Sungmin’s voice was breathy as he crawled forward once again, taking Zhou Mi in his mouth again, for which he was glad.
Zhou Mi caught sight of Kyuhyun pushing in a finger dry into Sungmin’s hole, but then the tip of his cock brushed against resistance and his brain stopped translating what his eyes sent him. All that existed in his reality now were his cock, and the mouth that was wrapped around it.
But suddenly, Sungmin’s lips trembled around him, sending vibrations straight up his spine, and he was set into fits, jerking from the overload of sensations to his brain.
Zhou Mi panted, opening eyes he hadn’t know he’d closed. And he forced himself lucid enough to comprehend the sight of Kyuhyun sliding three fingers in and out of Sungmin’s hole. As if noticing his gaze, Kyuhyun looked up, tilting his head as if in thought and Zhou Mi wondered what this mysterious, silent man was thinking about.
He found out a split second later, as Sungmin screamed around his length, cursing Kyuhyun’s name, and in the midst of to overriding sensations that rolled over his body in waves, Zhou Mi realized Kyuhyun must have curled his fingers to hit Sungmin’s prostate.
Somehow, the thought of it made him harder than he already was, as if that was even possible. And Zhou Mi felt that familiar heat pooling and there was but a sharp intake of breath as warning before he tensed, back arching in anticipating for the relief this would bring- then there was a firm circle of finger and thumb around his erection and he let out a yelp of surprise, unable to do anything and he shook violently through his forced dry orgasm.
“We couldn’t have you come so fast. We still have fifteen minutes before your hour ends.” Was Sungmin’s explanation when Zhou Mi cast a baleful eye at him, looking altogether too cheerful for someone whose erection was twitching away like a hyperactive bunny. But again, Zhou Mi was left with no room to complain as Kyuhyun moved over, his slim fingers taking over from Sungmin’s to wrap around his abused length as the other pushed Zhou Mi flat on his back, positioning himself over Zhou Mi’s eager cock.
Sungmin let out a gasp as he slowly eased himself down. And Zhou Mi’s hips twitched, nearly jerking up, eager for the heat, if not for Kyuhyun’s other hand to hold him down.
There were grunts and moans, but Sungmin finally had Zhou Mi fully sheathed into him save for the thickness of Kyuhyun’s index and thumb that kept Zhou Mi from coming. And they stayed that way for a moment, Sungmin shifting as he tried to adjust. Zhou Mi would have normally been more understanding, but as of now, it was torture, waiting like this when he should have already cum.
“Please… Sungmin-sshi…” He would have been horrified at how needy he sounded, being a man of high position and esteem. But then, Sungmin complied, pushing himself upward with calculated difficulty and Zhou Mi’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as Sungmin slammed back down again and again, his breathy keens fueling the heat in Zhou Mi’s veins, pushing him into another orgasm that brought him no relief.
Whining, Zhou Mi opened his eyes, directing them to the ones whom the fingers belonged to in hopes to plead his release, but the sight that greeted him only made things worse. Kyuhyun had freed his own happy member, and was busy stroking it, directing his pace alongside Sungmin’s, his eyes dark with undeniable lust.
Zhou Mi felt himself licking his own lips, his own eyes glazed and dark as they met Kyuhyun’s gaze. And deliberately misinterpreting the pleading look in Zhou Mi’s eyes and pathetic whines, he offered his length, pushing it towards Zhou Mi’s mouth.
Zhou Mi knew from the twinkle in Kyuhyun’s eyes that the action was done in jest. But Zhou Mi, tired of being manhandled like this, leaned upwards and swallowed the length whole, entirely satisfied at the gasp he elicited - the second sound he had gotten from Kyuhyun that night. He ran his tongue underneath the underside vein, knowing that was where most were sensitive, but it seemed Kyuhyun had guessed his game and only offered the smallest twitch of his lips before he jerked his hips forward as if in chiding. Zhou Mi gagged just a bit as Kyuhyun’s tip brushed back more than he was used to.
Then there was a loud cry that sounded like a incubus in heat and from the corner of his eye Zhou Mi saw Sungmin pumping himself, precum leaking, dripping and smearing and he felt the beginning of a third orgasm. He whined around Kyuhyun, trying to rein himself in, because he knew he’d only cause himself grief if he didn’t try.
“So close…” Zhou Mi realized that Sungmin’s moans had meanings to them now. And they made the effort to hold on even harder. “Kyu… Zhou Mi-sshi… I can’t… ah… ahhhhhh!”
Zhou Mi nearly despaired at the glorious sight of Sungmin’s release, the scent of that thick white liquid wafting through the air nearly suffocating Zhou Mi in sin. But then, he felt the pressure around the base of his cock ease at the same time Sungmin slammed himself down one last time, tightening around his length and Zhou Mi didn’t need anyone to hint to him a second time. He came with a roar that shuddered through his frame, his vision turning black, exploding with bursts of white stars. And Sungmin would never forget the way Kyuhyun involuntarily shuddered with him. The unmovable Kyuhyun, who wouldn’t even bat an eyelid even if someone hit his prostrate with unerring accuracy everything time if he willed it to.
Zhou Mi was exhausted, and he couldn’t move even if he wanted to, body limp, and mouth even slack around Kyuhyun’s length. He felt Sungmin climb off him and Kyuhyun pull out as well, but everything after that was a blur. He thought he saw Kyuhyun wrap his arms around Sungmin, lifting the smaller man up and pushing himself in, taking advantage of Sungmin’s already wet and loose hole.
And he might have heard the sweet whispers and the declarations of love. He might have heard Sungmin’s voice going wispier with every passing second and the resigned sadness, and a deeper, smoother voice that Zhou Mi didn’t know whom it belonged, reassuring. He might have heard Sungmin’s voice disappear entirely, cut off in the middle of a lust-fueled scream. And he might have heard that foreign voice talking about him as if in a discussion, and he thought he heard approval in that voice.
But he wasn’t sure. Because, Zhou Mi knew, in the haze-filled aftermath of hot sex, strange things tended to happen.
~*~
When Zhou Mi woke again, it was with a start and in unfamiliar surroundings. For a moment, he reached for his gun, his mind sending warning signals that he might have been kidnapped in his sleep, eyes roving and sharp despite his sleepiness, searching for any sign of a train.
“Peace, Zhou Mi-sshi, you’ll wake Sungmin.” A voice spoke, and immediately, Zhou Mi felt the tension in his body ease. Blinking, still not fully awake, he turned to see a man in black leather with a calm expression on his face, his hands palm up and open in front of him. And expression of peace, to show that he wasn’t a threat to him.
Zhou Mi knew this man from somewhere. Kyuhyun? Yes, Kyuhyun and… And Zhou Mi jerked, feeling fingers curl into the blanket that he’d been covered with, turning to see the sleeping face of an angel. “...Sungmin…”
It all came rushing back to him now. And he blushed again at the thought of what he did. He still didn’t understand how he’d just lost control like that.
“Yes, Sungmin.” Zhou Mi couldn’t help but stare when Kyuhyun walked up to him, bending over to gently unhook Sungmin’s fingers from the blanket. The expressionless look was gone now, replaced by a soft smile. “Are you awake now, Zhou Mi-sshi?”
Yes he was, and he remembered the events of the night all too well. Except, something was off. “You’re talking.” He looked up, almost accusingly at Kyuhyun, only to receive that amused tilt of lips again.
“Yes, I am.” Kyuhyun chuckled as he moved away, picking up the articles of Zhou Mi’s clothing strewn messily across the floor. And Zhou Mi self-consciously held tugged the blanket that was placed over his lower body - probably when he was asleep. “I always talk.”
“You didn’t earlier.” Zhou Mi knew his words sounded accusing, and maybe he was, grudgingly accepting his clothes as Kyuhyun held them out to him.
“That’s because Sungmin was.” Kyuhyun said simply, as if that explained everything. But Zhou Mi didn’t understand, and he frowned as he stood up to slide on his pants, hurriedly trying to cover up his nakedness.
“… You really didn’t research us up before you came here didn’t you?” Zhou Mi could hear the resigned amusement in Kyuhyun’s voice, and somehow, despite its calm, smoothness, Zhou Mi felt the strange urge to want to strangle Kyuhyun.
A sigh, and the sound of heavy shoes on a carpet, then, without warning, deceptively frail fingers captured his chin in a strong grip. “The Gemini were conceptualized as the ultimate prostitutes - all the profession without any of the problems. Everything about Sungmin is controlled and can only be separately bought. His cock, his ass, his mouth, his hands, even his voice. You’ve seen that thing he wears as a form of underwear, it’s not some sort of sex toy - not even close. It’s to prevent a customer from getting to his cock and ass if he didn’t pay for it. And there’s even a way to manipulate it so that it covers only one if that was what the customer paid for.”
“So…” Zhou Mi stared into those deep, bottomless eyes with no choice but to look, finding himself drawn deeper and deeper. “Sungmin’s voice.”
“Is normally locked away. They did something, a long time ago…” Kyuhyun eyes grew distant, and in them Zhou Mi saw the glimpses of stories - stories of pain and screams. “Now, it can only be unlocked when someone pays and they administer the chemical which frees his voice and I unscrew his jaw so that his mouth may move.”
“Unscrew?” Zhou Mi asked, although that was not the question he wanted answered. That question could not be formed with just by mere words.
Kyuhyun smiled, and the gaze broke away. But Zhou Mi stared, captivated, as Kyuhyun reached into his mouth and pulled out from inside what Zhou Mi had thought was a piercing at first glance. But it was a key, a tiny key of stainless steel. And this key Kyuhyun pushed into what seemed like a mole just below Sungmin’s ear.
He watched, entranced in a mild sense of horror, as Kyuhyun demonstrated how Sungmin’s mouth could be made to stay stubbornly shut. He could hear the soft sound of metal grinding together as the key turned inside its hole. Once. Twice.
Three times.
“Why are you telling me this?” Was the question that fell out of Zhou Mi’s mouth, uncontrolled as Kyuhyun placed the key back into his mouth, until all that was left was a silver stud under his tongue.
Kyuhyun looked up and the dark, haunted smile he gave Zhou Mi made the normally steadfast man take a step back. “Maybe because I’m jealous? Sungmin likes you… and I hate that. So this is my twisted way of taking revenge.”
“W-what?”
“…Pfft…” Zhou Mi blinked at the sudden warmth, and he couldn’t understand how one so cold earlier was now giggling like a school girl. “You’re so gullible you know that?”
He stared open mouthed as Kyuhyun chuckled, sitting softly onto the bed and stroking Sungmin’s cheek. “But I wasn’t lying when I said he likes you. He always tires himself out like this, pleasing someone he takes a fancy to. But this is the first time I’ve seen him so out of it.”
Zhou Mi didn’t know why, but his eyes fell onto the chain that bound them together. And somehow, he thought that neither Kyuhyun nor Sungmin saw it as any kind of cruelty, but a blessing instead.
“You should get going though, Zhou Mi-sshi.” And he looked up again to see that Kyuhyun had lifted Sungmin into his arms. “Customers who get knocked out after a session usually have half an hour’s grace before they start charging extra. And I think your time is running out. I won’t see you out. Sungmin needs to be cleaned up for the next job. Remember to take the key and hand it to the receptionist on your way out.”
It took a while for the words to process, and when they did, Zhou Mi quickly ducked his head, hurriedly putting on his shirt and jacket, gathering his things and the key as Kyuhyun had reminded him to. He was at the door when Kyuhyun called him again.
“Zhou Mi-sshi?”
He paused, turning around and wondering if he had forgotten something. Kyuhyun chuckled. “Don’t worry about what I told you earlier. I was just teasing. You have no obligation to us whatsoever. It was nice meeting you though, Zhou Mi-sshi. I hope that we’ll see you again.”
Zhou Mi stared to which Kyuhyun laughed, continuing. “No, the management didn’t pay me to say that. We would like to see you again.”
He had no reply to that, so the only thing Zhou Mi could do was to duck his head, mumbling a soft goodbye.
Kyuhyun watched the door close and he shook his head, a wry smile on his lips as he carried Sungmin into the bathroom. But no sooner than he had started moving again, he felt Sungmin shift in his arms.
He smiled, not needing to look down to know that there were a pair of curious brown eyes looking up at him. “How long have you been awake for?”
There was no answer, for Sungmin had no way of doing so. But Kyuhyun didn’t need Sungmin to speak to know. “Only just, then. Are you angry at me for not letting you say goodbye to Zhou Mi-sshi?”
A nod and a pout. And Kyuhyun kissed it, finding it perfect. “I thought you trusted me, Min? You don’t need to worry at all about Zhou Mi-sshi.”
His smile was reassuring to Sungmin’s confusion. But in it there was a dark calculation and satisfaction from knowing.
“He’ll be back.”
~*~
[A/N: This seriously jumped on me after one night in the form of a nightmare. Well not exactly, the process of how the Gemini are made was the nightmare and this was the afterthought in the morning. I don’t exactly know where it came from, but I know a few culprits, such as tees2mai and xoxo_nat_xx (you two know why), stjoan4eva’s ‘ Camden Road’ and a bit of grisclair’s ‘ going, going, gone’. Although the last one more in the sense of QMiMin’s relationship. The dark part is probably because of my impending doom in school and Dir En Grey’s ‘Kasumi’.
And I hate my brain… It decided to jump me with this idea and bugged me till I began to write. But the minute it got to one page, my brain abandoned me… And I hate it because this idea evolved from a one-shot into a universe. So there are supposed to be more fics to this verse, but I won’t promise anything. Especially if my brain decides to leave me to the wolves like that again...
…But there should be the story on how Sungmin and Kyuhyun became Gemini… which I promise, won’t be pretty. Not pretty at all…]
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Dark, AU, Smut
Warning: Some disturbing scenes
Pairing: Kyuhyun/Sungmin/Zhou Mi
Summary: There is a place which boasts of the ultimate experience. Where only men and women who know somebody who knows somebody can offer a fortune for a night of fulfilled fantasy. Zhou Mi is such a man, but he steps into this house of ill fame with the mistaken thinking that it was but a normal whorehouse.
It’s not. Not when the one who offer you their services are the Gemini. The linked pairs. The perfect prostitutes.
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Zhou Mi walked down the dark corridors, following after the usher whom he knew was looking at him with pure curiosity in his eyes. He would have been more perturbed, but he knew that the reluctance in him showed clearly in the way he dragged his feet and the sigh that escaped every few seconds he would allow it.
Yes, he didn’t want to be here, much to the surprise of the general, shady population that knew that this rumored place was not so much rumored as it was true. It was only fears of insulting his boss - a man who was like a father to him, that kept him from refusing the semi-order to take a night off and enjoy himself. That, and the fact that he knew that this place charged an arm and a leg of which there was no refund not matter what the reason was.
He refused to let himself believe that it was really memories of those pair of piercing black eyes staring straight at him, so sharp and scathing that Zhou Mi, who was usually good at making himself forget, couldn’t.
The wooden floor had become carpeting, he realized. So it was true, the ranking system that existed within this place. That the more jobs a Gemini got, the better their rooms, the more perks they got - an ironic version of fair meritocracy in the corrupt world Zhou Mi lived in.
But, now as he stared at the plush red threads beneath his black work shoes, the mahogany door and the ornate golden key that was handed to him, with the matching numbers of 004 etched in the gold plague that was hammered into the door, he had only begun to realized exactly how high up the Gemini his boss had gotten him for the night were. How expensive.
“Please enjoy your night, sir.” It took Zhou Mi a while to realize that the usher had spoken. And his eyes shifted, feeling a strong wave of curiosity behind the politely schooled expression. He didn’t blame the usher really - he hazarded that most of the people who spent a fortune on such things usually were more eager and had more of an idea of what they were up for.
They certainly wouldn’t be frozen in front of the door even after the usher opened it, gesturing inside, suddenly struck with nerves and the realization that they had no idea what they were doing, being in way over their heads. It was almost embarrassing the way the usher had to prod him, so that his brain could send automatic messages to his legs to move stiff limb by stiff limb inside.
The room was dark, filled only with the dim light of a vintage table lamp, but Zhou Mi saw the gleam of those dark eyes anyway. He would see it even in pitch black, he thought. The way the intensity of it shot to his bones, and he didn’t realize that the door behind him had shut closed, nor that he had stopped moving again, standing stock still like a stiff mannequin made to pose like a soldier in front of his sergeant.
Those eyes. Exactly like in his memory and dreams. Piercing. As if they could see straight through him and into the depths of his sordid soul. He thought he would be lost in that gaze that whole night - just standing there, caught, until the hour that was paid for was up.
Nothing could tear him away from the bind of those eyes it seemed.
He was proven wrong just mere seconds later.
“Now, now… what do we have here?”
That voice. It was like pure liquid desire, distilled from the wet dreams of desperate men. And Zhou Mi’s eyes was drawn to the speaker, feeling as if his gaze was being lured by a pair of gentle, caressing hands to the owner of the voice.
He felt as if he was staring at a God wrapped in velvet and silk, lying atop a bed of black satin. His eyes traveling up the elaborate robe he wore, a gorgeous contraption that covered up most of the slim body, leaving much to an imagination ignited by the smooth parts of skin it did reveal - legs, torso, chest.
Then lips - perfect ruby red lips that were moving. Zhou Mi was never a lips person, and this was the first time he was absolutely hypnotized by two slices of pink muscle upon a beige background moving. Moving in absolutely perfect motion.
It took him five full minutes to realize that in most social circles, lips moving meant that someone was talking.
“I’m s-sorry. What did you say?” the words felt strange tumbling out of Zhou Mi’s lips. He hadn’t needed to apologize to anyone in a long time, never angering now those he actually cared enough to apologize towards.
Those lips curled upwards now. “Well, looks like someone finally returned to join us. What do you think, Kyuhyun? Should we just let him stand there or should we ask him to come closer?”
The lips turned away, and Zhou Mi found himself trying to follow, only to be stopped in his tracks by an amused gaze. There, standing by the side of the bed. A tall, thin man - not as much as himself, but in a much more attractive way. For a moment, Zhou Mi wondered why there were two people in the room for him before he realized he had forgotten that his boss hadn’t booked him into any ordinary brothel.
Then his brain, like the traitorous organ it was, slipped off in an entirely different train track altogether, and his next thoughts: Black leather. Eye-liner. And dry amusement trapped within a perfectly emotionless face. Dead shark eyes, some people might say. But Zhou Mi was trained in reading faces, so he knew.
Something must have happened between them that Zhou Mi didn’t see, because the next thing he knew, the person that had been lying on the bed sat up, silk tumbling to reveal more chest and confirming Zhou Mi’s suspicion that it was actually a man. He knew that the boss knew of his preferences, but somewhere in the recesses of Zhou Mi’s mind, he had thought that a face like that was too pretty to be male.
A finger crooked at him, and a simple smile. And Zhou Mi was nearly tumbling towards the bed like a desperate man who had just learned how to walk, and the next thing he knew, he was sitting on the bed, his legs feeling like jelly and with no idea why he was feeling like this. He usually had more control, even when his boss brought back the most beautiful whores one could buy and he had to stand guard, watching while they did it right in front of him.
Some of his confusion must have shown on his face, because he felt soft fingers cupping his chin, tilting it so that he faced an equally soft expression that he felt shouldn’t be on a face that only seconds earlier was screaming sex at him.
“What’s wrong?” that voice again, and Zhou Mi wanted to reply that he shouldn’t be getting hard this fast - not like this, not just by sound alone. He should have more control than this. But language escaped him now, and he only stared dumbly back.
“Maybe we’ll start simple.” An amused tilt of lips, and Zhou Mi’s eyes shifted as the man in front of him lifted an elegant arm, pointing. “I’m Sungmin, and this here is Kyuhyun.”
“Z-Zhou Mi.” He was preoccupied as he answered, his attention now taken by the chain trailing from Sungmin’s wrist.
“Zhou Mi, huh? I guess we’ll call you Zhou Mi-sshi then. Better than sir, don’t you think, Zhou Mi-sshi?”
It was ivory-white - the colour of bone, and it trailed on the ground, curling in a gleaming heap before leading up again to Kyuhyun’s wrist.
“Zhou Mi-sshi?”
Into Kyuhyun’s wrist.
“Ah… this… I wondered what you were looking at.” Zhou Mi jerked out of his stupor and looked up again to see Sungmin holding out his wrist in front of him, palm up, so that he could clearly see the chain embedded into Sungmin’s skin. It was exactly the way that needle had looked when it was in his arm that time he had needed a blood transfusion. “Your first time seeing it? Well, you must either be filthy rich, or quite an important person in your clan if you’re very first time with a Gemini is with us.”
Both were true, actually, although it was only the second that had led Zhou Mi into this situation. But Zhou Mi had long since sealed his lips to such questions about his identity and clan in the bedroom and only shrugged in response.
“Hmm… It seems, Kyuhyun, that we have a man of few words with us today.” Something in Sungmin’s voice had changed and Zhou Mi’s musings were dragged away from the mutilation of the human body that the chain was. “I guess he just wants us to get on with business.”
And before Zhou Mi could even comprehend, hands were upon him, his jacket tossed to the side, then his shirt. And he felt the protests on his lips die in a firm, blank haze that was filled with impressions of movement and warmth and moans that shot straight to his groin. And he would have forgotten about how wrong all this was if Sungmin hadn’t broken off to breathe, and he returned to stark reality for that split second.
“Wait. No. Wait.” Zhou Mi reached up to grab Sungmin’s hands, feeling them still as immediately in his grip. And his words faltered as he saw the look of trusting confusion on Sungmin’s face. “No… I don’t want this…”
“What do you want then? A handjob? Blowjob? Or maybe you’d like me to touch myself instead?” Zhou Mi stared at Sungmin in growing horror with each thing said, the man obviously taking Zhou Mi’s words wrong.
“No! I mean, I don’t want this at all.” He swept a gesturing hand at his surroundings. The dim lights. The smell of sex that perpetrated the air. He didn’t want it, paying someone whose job was to have sex. He didn’t denounce the people around him who did, but the thought of him doing it himself…
He just didn’t have it in him.
There was pause. An awkward silence. And Zhou Mi panted, his eyes flitting between Sungmin and Kyuhyun, feeling something he hadn’t felt in years.
Apprehension.
“I don’t understand, Zhou Mi-sshi.” Sungmin finally said slowly, glancing up at Kyuhyun before returning his expression of perplexity to Zhou Mi. “You paid close to a fortune. Not only for my body, but to unlock my mouth and voice as well. A full packaged deal. And you say you don’t want it?”
Zhou Mi didn’t understand half of what Sungmin meant, but he knew the answer to most of it anyway. “I don’t do… people like you.”
“People like us?” There was a sharp note to Sungmin’s voice now, and Zhou Mi looked up at the sound of soft bone clacking. “Is it this chain? Were you shocked? Was it too much beyond your imagination? Maybe we’re monsters now.”
“No… no.” Zhou Mi was unnerved by the chain, yes. But that wasn’t the reason. “I mean I don’t do… prostitutes… I don’t like the thought of paying someone to have sex with me. That’s all…”
There was surprise. And Zhou Mi even saw the expression on Kyuhyun’s face break a little before it was schooled back into perfect ice, but Sungmin’s expression was a good indicator of how Kyuhyun’s would have looked like. “But then… why…?”
“Because my boss arranged this for me.” Zhou Mi answered what was not asked. “And it would have been rude not to come.”
More silence. More than Zhou Mi could stand. And so, he gathered strength in his legs, pushing himself off the bed and scrambling to get his shirt. “I’m sorry. I’ll leave now.”
He’d gotten one sleeve on when a soft question stopped him in his tracks. “Would it make a difference if I say that I liked you?”
He paused. Wondered if he heard right. “What?”
“I said I like you.” Zhou Mi looked up, thinking that he’d see some form of a joke in Sungmin eyes, but saw only truth in those sincere brown orbs. “Kyuhyun does too. It would be a treat if you decide that you don’t mind having sex with us, money or not.”
Zhou Mi looked for some form of explanation from Kyuhyun, who had been quietly standing there all the while. He didn’t seem to like Zhou Mi any more than he liked the floor or the ceiling.
“It’s the truth.” Sungmin spoke again and Zhou Mi still didn’t believe him. It must have showed, because there was an exasperated sigh. “Zhou Mi-sshi. You’re the first person we’ve had who didn’t immediately force him or herself on us. And it helps that you’re the first hot, sexy person we’ve had for weeks-”
“I’m not sexy.” The statement came out more incredulous than Zhou Mi had meant it to, but it was what he thought was the truth. Sure, people had said, but he knew the truth. He was well-dressed, yes. But hot? Sexy?
“Yes, you are.” Sungmin waved aside years of taunts about limbs, height and nose as if they were nothing but random drivel about flowers and spring. “Look at us. We’re Gemini. We’ve seen a huge assortment of people. I think we can judge what’s sexy and what’s not.”
Zhou Mi had no answer to that. And finally Sungmin leaned forward, holding his harm out with an expression that Zhou Mi could not place a name to. “We do want you.”
And though he didn’t know why, Zhou Mi believed him.
“Alright…” Zhou Mi hesitated, before the white shirt, not so crisp anymore, fell back to the floor. “…Alright.”
He crawled onto the bed, unsure what to do. Where did he put his hands? Would he accidentally jar the chain that connected Kyuhyun and Sungmin? Rumor had it there were nerves in that thing. What if this was a mistake? What if he disappointed Sungmin? It had been a while after all. What if-
“Shh…” Sungmin pressed his lips against the vein in Zhou Mi’s neck - against his heartbeat. “Calm down. No need to get an anxiety attack.”
Hands smoothed over his back and he did calm down, the feeling of those soft, warm hands soothing against his skin. Then lips on his, less frantic and sexual than earlier, but no less pleasing. And Zhou Mi groaned, tasting honey on Sungmin’s tongue, and his own darted out, chasing that sensual muscle for another taste of sweetness.
He was panting barely after they had begun. And he shifted uncomfortably, his pants no longer comfortable to be in, but he was too polite to say. And Sungmin saw, and there was a grin, a playful kitten grin that didn’t help a thing.
He looked away, hoping that the heat on his cheeks wasn’t a blush, only to see Kyuhyun staring right at them. He didn’t know why, but Zhou Mi’s eyes were drawn downwards at the obvious bulge in Kyuhyun’s pants. He stared.
“What’s the matter?” He must have paused, because Sungmin did as well, worried expression on his face. And Zhou Mi shook his head, releasing that what he’d done was extremely rude. “No… uh… I was just wondering… if… if Kyuhyun-sshi was going to join us.”
There was surprise written in Sungmin’s frame before his lips curled again. “Do you even know about us Gemini at all?”
Zhou Mi flushed then. He didn’t know much about the Gemini beyond the rumors - loud raucous boasts of those who had gone, about how good and beautiful they were. How expensive, but how worth that money was! But it was creepy, how they were in pairs - it didn’t make sense. And the ivory chain made of bone and then the voices would lower to whispers about inhumane experiments and drugs and mutterings of bad things… but then again, what a night. And the voices would rise again, boasting about all the things they did and Zhou Mi would tune himself out, disgusted with the way they preened.
Sungmin laughed, and it was the sound of bells in the wind on a lonely night - dangerously alluring. “Kyuhyun may be one half of us, but he is the half that guards. He makes sure that I don’t get hurt and that the customer doesn’t do anything more than what he has paid for. He rarely gets involved, and most of the time he doesn’t want to… but…”
A glance then, as if in confirmation. And Zhou Mi didn’t read see any change, only the underlying amusement that had been there all along, but that must have meant something because there was now a coquettish smile on Sungmin’s face. “But this time, if it pleases you, he wouldn’t mind joining.”
“I…” Zhou Mi looked up at Kyuhyun then back at Sungmin again, two different sets of features and expressions, yet both equally beautiful. “Yes… I’d like that… Please?”
The smallest of chuckles, one that wasn’t Sungmin’s warm laugh. And both Zhou Mi and Sungmin turned to stare at Kyuhyun in surprise to see the apparent smirk on his face. Zhou Mi was naturally surprised, having heard at sound out of the man the whole time, but when he turned to Sungmin, there was something beyond just mere surprise - a warmth and genuine gladness that Zhou Mi didn’t even begin to comprehend.
He was caught staring, and the smile that was directed at him was equally puzzling. But then there was a hand pressed against his zipper and a knee between his crotch and he stopped caring about puzzling things. “Come, Zhou Mi-sshi. Let us begin.”
Zhou Mi couldn’t help the gasp when Sungmin pulled his zipper down in one swift motion, reaching into Zhou Mi’s pants and pulling out his already hardening member, fingers digging into the black satin sheets. He stared down, watching the precum leak off his tip with just a simple action as Sungmin gently tightening his hand. And he blushed, somehow embarrassed at the sight of himself being held in Sungmin’s hand.
It didn’t help that Sungmin was teasing, pressing a cheeky kiss to the tip of his length that caused incomprehensible noises that might have been complaints to crawl out of his throat. “My, my, don’t you have a problem, Zhou Mi-sshi~?”
Perhaps Zhou Mi might have had a biting remark then. But he couldn’t remember, because the next thing he knew, his length was being encased by a delicious, hot wetness, and all thoughts in his mind flew out as he threw his head back, mouth open in the want to scream, but with nothing to cry out.
He didn’t know how long he was lost in that searing, lustful heat. Only that he had lost control of himself entirely, one hand tangled into Sungmin’s luscious brown hair, his hips thrusting in and out of that sinful cavern. They truly didn’t help, the moans. Moans that would put succubus to shame, ghosting around his length, encouraging.
Then it was suddenly gone. The heat, and Zhou Mi whined at the loss of it, earning himself a laugh and a wink. “Oh, don’t be so impatient. You’re all undressed, but me and Kyuhyun aren’t. If I were you, I’d normally complain that it was unfair.”
Zhou Mi watched as Kyuhyun curled his arms around Sungmin, untying the knot that held Sungmin’s elaborate robe together. Zhou Mi didn’t know what Kyuhyun did, but with deft fingers, Kyuhyun reached under the strings and mass of velvet and then, with one simple tug, it all fell apart, revealing the perfect combination of smooth skin, tough muscle and soft flesh underneath.
He nearly dived forward, salivating like some kind of savage animal eager for meat. But Sungmin clucked his tongue, gesturing at his groin. “You have to give me the key first.”
At first, Zhou Mi didn’t understand what Sungmin meant until he looked. And he stared in incomprehension at the contraption that Sungmin wore there - a piece made of leather crossed with study chains and secured with a lock, like a twisted version of a present to be opened.
“The key?” Sungmin reminded, wriggling and pleading. And Zhou Mi stared before he remembered the key that the usher had handed to him before he entered the room. And his hand went to the pocket he had shoved it into, pulling it out, glinting in the dim light.
“Yes… that key…” Sungmin breathed, but he wasn’t looking at Zhou Mi. “Kyuhyun, please?” And the key was plucked out of Zhou Mi’s hand, and he watched as Kyuhyun fit the key into lock and turned it, loosing the chains and stiff material. Zhou Mi didn’t know which made him curl his hands so tight, his nails bit into the flesh of his palm - the cry of relief Sungmin let out as Kyuhyun pulled the contraption away, or the sight of Sungmin’s member already hard and leaking, twitching up to life against those sculpted abs.
“Alright. Let’s finish what we started. Kyuhyun, prepare me.” Sungmin’s voice was breathy as he crawled forward once again, taking Zhou Mi in his mouth again, for which he was glad.
Zhou Mi caught sight of Kyuhyun pushing in a finger dry into Sungmin’s hole, but then the tip of his cock brushed against resistance and his brain stopped translating what his eyes sent him. All that existed in his reality now were his cock, and the mouth that was wrapped around it.
But suddenly, Sungmin’s lips trembled around him, sending vibrations straight up his spine, and he was set into fits, jerking from the overload of sensations to his brain.
Zhou Mi panted, opening eyes he hadn’t know he’d closed. And he forced himself lucid enough to comprehend the sight of Kyuhyun sliding three fingers in and out of Sungmin’s hole. As if noticing his gaze, Kyuhyun looked up, tilting his head as if in thought and Zhou Mi wondered what this mysterious, silent man was thinking about.
He found out a split second later, as Sungmin screamed around his length, cursing Kyuhyun’s name, and in the midst of to overriding sensations that rolled over his body in waves, Zhou Mi realized Kyuhyun must have curled his fingers to hit Sungmin’s prostate.
Somehow, the thought of it made him harder than he already was, as if that was even possible. And Zhou Mi felt that familiar heat pooling and there was but a sharp intake of breath as warning before he tensed, back arching in anticipating for the relief this would bring- then there was a firm circle of finger and thumb around his erection and he let out a yelp of surprise, unable to do anything and he shook violently through his forced dry orgasm.
“We couldn’t have you come so fast. We still have fifteen minutes before your hour ends.” Was Sungmin’s explanation when Zhou Mi cast a baleful eye at him, looking altogether too cheerful for someone whose erection was twitching away like a hyperactive bunny. But again, Zhou Mi was left with no room to complain as Kyuhyun moved over, his slim fingers taking over from Sungmin’s to wrap around his abused length as the other pushed Zhou Mi flat on his back, positioning himself over Zhou Mi’s eager cock.
Sungmin let out a gasp as he slowly eased himself down. And Zhou Mi’s hips twitched, nearly jerking up, eager for the heat, if not for Kyuhyun’s other hand to hold him down.
There were grunts and moans, but Sungmin finally had Zhou Mi fully sheathed into him save for the thickness of Kyuhyun’s index and thumb that kept Zhou Mi from coming. And they stayed that way for a moment, Sungmin shifting as he tried to adjust. Zhou Mi would have normally been more understanding, but as of now, it was torture, waiting like this when he should have already cum.
“Please… Sungmin-sshi…” He would have been horrified at how needy he sounded, being a man of high position and esteem. But then, Sungmin complied, pushing himself upward with calculated difficulty and Zhou Mi’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as Sungmin slammed back down again and again, his breathy keens fueling the heat in Zhou Mi’s veins, pushing him into another orgasm that brought him no relief.
Whining, Zhou Mi opened his eyes, directing them to the ones whom the fingers belonged to in hopes to plead his release, but the sight that greeted him only made things worse. Kyuhyun had freed his own happy member, and was busy stroking it, directing his pace alongside Sungmin’s, his eyes dark with undeniable lust.
Zhou Mi felt himself licking his own lips, his own eyes glazed and dark as they met Kyuhyun’s gaze. And deliberately misinterpreting the pleading look in Zhou Mi’s eyes and pathetic whines, he offered his length, pushing it towards Zhou Mi’s mouth.
Zhou Mi knew from the twinkle in Kyuhyun’s eyes that the action was done in jest. But Zhou Mi, tired of being manhandled like this, leaned upwards and swallowed the length whole, entirely satisfied at the gasp he elicited - the second sound he had gotten from Kyuhyun that night. He ran his tongue underneath the underside vein, knowing that was where most were sensitive, but it seemed Kyuhyun had guessed his game and only offered the smallest twitch of his lips before he jerked his hips forward as if in chiding. Zhou Mi gagged just a bit as Kyuhyun’s tip brushed back more than he was used to.
Then there was a loud cry that sounded like a incubus in heat and from the corner of his eye Zhou Mi saw Sungmin pumping himself, precum leaking, dripping and smearing and he felt the beginning of a third orgasm. He whined around Kyuhyun, trying to rein himself in, because he knew he’d only cause himself grief if he didn’t try.
“So close…” Zhou Mi realized that Sungmin’s moans had meanings to them now. And they made the effort to hold on even harder. “Kyu… Zhou Mi-sshi… I can’t… ah… ahhhhhh!”
Zhou Mi nearly despaired at the glorious sight of Sungmin’s release, the scent of that thick white liquid wafting through the air nearly suffocating Zhou Mi in sin. But then, he felt the pressure around the base of his cock ease at the same time Sungmin slammed himself down one last time, tightening around his length and Zhou Mi didn’t need anyone to hint to him a second time. He came with a roar that shuddered through his frame, his vision turning black, exploding with bursts of white stars. And Sungmin would never forget the way Kyuhyun involuntarily shuddered with him. The unmovable Kyuhyun, who wouldn’t even bat an eyelid even if someone hit his prostrate with unerring accuracy everything time if he willed it to.
Zhou Mi was exhausted, and he couldn’t move even if he wanted to, body limp, and mouth even slack around Kyuhyun’s length. He felt Sungmin climb off him and Kyuhyun pull out as well, but everything after that was a blur. He thought he saw Kyuhyun wrap his arms around Sungmin, lifting the smaller man up and pushing himself in, taking advantage of Sungmin’s already wet and loose hole.
And he might have heard the sweet whispers and the declarations of love. He might have heard Sungmin’s voice going wispier with every passing second and the resigned sadness, and a deeper, smoother voice that Zhou Mi didn’t know whom it belonged, reassuring. He might have heard Sungmin’s voice disappear entirely, cut off in the middle of a lust-fueled scream. And he might have heard that foreign voice talking about him as if in a discussion, and he thought he heard approval in that voice.
But he wasn’t sure. Because, Zhou Mi knew, in the haze-filled aftermath of hot sex, strange things tended to happen.
~*~
When Zhou Mi woke again, it was with a start and in unfamiliar surroundings. For a moment, he reached for his gun, his mind sending warning signals that he might have been kidnapped in his sleep, eyes roving and sharp despite his sleepiness, searching for any sign of a train.
“Peace, Zhou Mi-sshi, you’ll wake Sungmin.” A voice spoke, and immediately, Zhou Mi felt the tension in his body ease. Blinking, still not fully awake, he turned to see a man in black leather with a calm expression on his face, his hands palm up and open in front of him. And expression of peace, to show that he wasn’t a threat to him.
Zhou Mi knew this man from somewhere. Kyuhyun? Yes, Kyuhyun and… And Zhou Mi jerked, feeling fingers curl into the blanket that he’d been covered with, turning to see the sleeping face of an angel. “...Sungmin…”
It all came rushing back to him now. And he blushed again at the thought of what he did. He still didn’t understand how he’d just lost control like that.
“Yes, Sungmin.” Zhou Mi couldn’t help but stare when Kyuhyun walked up to him, bending over to gently unhook Sungmin’s fingers from the blanket. The expressionless look was gone now, replaced by a soft smile. “Are you awake now, Zhou Mi-sshi?”
Yes he was, and he remembered the events of the night all too well. Except, something was off. “You’re talking.” He looked up, almost accusingly at Kyuhyun, only to receive that amused tilt of lips again.
“Yes, I am.” Kyuhyun chuckled as he moved away, picking up the articles of Zhou Mi’s clothing strewn messily across the floor. And Zhou Mi self-consciously held tugged the blanket that was placed over his lower body - probably when he was asleep. “I always talk.”
“You didn’t earlier.” Zhou Mi knew his words sounded accusing, and maybe he was, grudgingly accepting his clothes as Kyuhyun held them out to him.
“That’s because Sungmin was.” Kyuhyun said simply, as if that explained everything. But Zhou Mi didn’t understand, and he frowned as he stood up to slide on his pants, hurriedly trying to cover up his nakedness.
“… You really didn’t research us up before you came here didn’t you?” Zhou Mi could hear the resigned amusement in Kyuhyun’s voice, and somehow, despite its calm, smoothness, Zhou Mi felt the strange urge to want to strangle Kyuhyun.
A sigh, and the sound of heavy shoes on a carpet, then, without warning, deceptively frail fingers captured his chin in a strong grip. “The Gemini were conceptualized as the ultimate prostitutes - all the profession without any of the problems. Everything about Sungmin is controlled and can only be separately bought. His cock, his ass, his mouth, his hands, even his voice. You’ve seen that thing he wears as a form of underwear, it’s not some sort of sex toy - not even close. It’s to prevent a customer from getting to his cock and ass if he didn’t pay for it. And there’s even a way to manipulate it so that it covers only one if that was what the customer paid for.”
“So…” Zhou Mi stared into those deep, bottomless eyes with no choice but to look, finding himself drawn deeper and deeper. “Sungmin’s voice.”
“Is normally locked away. They did something, a long time ago…” Kyuhyun eyes grew distant, and in them Zhou Mi saw the glimpses of stories - stories of pain and screams. “Now, it can only be unlocked when someone pays and they administer the chemical which frees his voice and I unscrew his jaw so that his mouth may move.”
“Unscrew?” Zhou Mi asked, although that was not the question he wanted answered. That question could not be formed with just by mere words.
Kyuhyun smiled, and the gaze broke away. But Zhou Mi stared, captivated, as Kyuhyun reached into his mouth and pulled out from inside what Zhou Mi had thought was a piercing at first glance. But it was a key, a tiny key of stainless steel. And this key Kyuhyun pushed into what seemed like a mole just below Sungmin’s ear.
He watched, entranced in a mild sense of horror, as Kyuhyun demonstrated how Sungmin’s mouth could be made to stay stubbornly shut. He could hear the soft sound of metal grinding together as the key turned inside its hole. Once. Twice.
Three times.
“Why are you telling me this?” Was the question that fell out of Zhou Mi’s mouth, uncontrolled as Kyuhyun placed the key back into his mouth, until all that was left was a silver stud under his tongue.
Kyuhyun looked up and the dark, haunted smile he gave Zhou Mi made the normally steadfast man take a step back. “Maybe because I’m jealous? Sungmin likes you… and I hate that. So this is my twisted way of taking revenge.”
“W-what?”
“…Pfft…” Zhou Mi blinked at the sudden warmth, and he couldn’t understand how one so cold earlier was now giggling like a school girl. “You’re so gullible you know that?”
He stared open mouthed as Kyuhyun chuckled, sitting softly onto the bed and stroking Sungmin’s cheek. “But I wasn’t lying when I said he likes you. He always tires himself out like this, pleasing someone he takes a fancy to. But this is the first time I’ve seen him so out of it.”
Zhou Mi didn’t know why, but his eyes fell onto the chain that bound them together. And somehow, he thought that neither Kyuhyun nor Sungmin saw it as any kind of cruelty, but a blessing instead.
“You should get going though, Zhou Mi-sshi.” And he looked up again to see that Kyuhyun had lifted Sungmin into his arms. “Customers who get knocked out after a session usually have half an hour’s grace before they start charging extra. And I think your time is running out. I won’t see you out. Sungmin needs to be cleaned up for the next job. Remember to take the key and hand it to the receptionist on your way out.”
It took a while for the words to process, and when they did, Zhou Mi quickly ducked his head, hurriedly putting on his shirt and jacket, gathering his things and the key as Kyuhyun had reminded him to. He was at the door when Kyuhyun called him again.
“Zhou Mi-sshi?”
He paused, turning around and wondering if he had forgotten something. Kyuhyun chuckled. “Don’t worry about what I told you earlier. I was just teasing. You have no obligation to us whatsoever. It was nice meeting you though, Zhou Mi-sshi. I hope that we’ll see you again.”
Zhou Mi stared to which Kyuhyun laughed, continuing. “No, the management didn’t pay me to say that. We would like to see you again.”
He had no reply to that, so the only thing Zhou Mi could do was to duck his head, mumbling a soft goodbye.
Kyuhyun watched the door close and he shook his head, a wry smile on his lips as he carried Sungmin into the bathroom. But no sooner than he had started moving again, he felt Sungmin shift in his arms.
He smiled, not needing to look down to know that there were a pair of curious brown eyes looking up at him. “How long have you been awake for?”
There was no answer, for Sungmin had no way of doing so. But Kyuhyun didn’t need Sungmin to speak to know. “Only just, then. Are you angry at me for not letting you say goodbye to Zhou Mi-sshi?”
A nod and a pout. And Kyuhyun kissed it, finding it perfect. “I thought you trusted me, Min? You don’t need to worry at all about Zhou Mi-sshi.”
His smile was reassuring to Sungmin’s confusion. But in it there was a dark calculation and satisfaction from knowing.
“He’ll be back.”
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[A/N: This seriously jumped on me after one night in the form of a nightmare. Well not exactly, the process of how the Gemini are made was the nightmare and this was the afterthought in the morning. I don’t exactly know where it came from, but I know a few culprits, such as tees2mai and xoxo_nat_xx (you two know why), stjoan4eva’s ‘ Camden Road’ and a bit of grisclair’s ‘ going, going, gone’. Although the last one more in the sense of QMiMin’s relationship. The dark part is probably because of my impending doom in school and Dir En Grey’s ‘Kasumi’.
And I hate my brain… It decided to jump me with this idea and bugged me till I began to write. But the minute it got to one page, my brain abandoned me… And I hate it because this idea evolved from a one-shot into a universe. So there are supposed to be more fics to this verse, but I won’t promise anything. Especially if my brain decides to leave me to the wolves like that again...
…But there should be the story on how Sungmin and Kyuhyun became Gemini… which I promise, won’t be pretty. Not pretty at all…]