"Perfect Enemy"- Chapter 0 (Gunheechul longfic #1)
Author's note: Oh....well. Here I am. lmao. This is going to be a longfic, hence multichaptered. I know it will just look like a regular smut, but I somehow wanted to break the "prologue - things happening - sex- other things happening - climax- ending" scheme. So I started with sex *coughs*
This is chapter 0, meaning that it's more like a kick-start. Characters will be introduced from Chapter 1 on.
Hopefully, I'm going to update this regularly, I'm not studying for any exam right now. If I can, I'll update once a week (If someone will actually be interested in this shit lmao).
Well, hope you like it!
ps: Thanks to Raye for English corrections and smut advices XD
Summary: An actor whose talent is known all over the world, egocentric, painfully able to give new life to each part he plays. “He is perfect, none is like him” that’s what it’s said.
A stylist that always tries to grasp the sense of perfect aesthetic with his work.
They used to be friends. Now they’re just perfect enemies.
Will they be able to be perfect allies as well?
Rating: NC-17
It includes MxM sex scenes. Don't like, don't read.
Perfect Enemies
0
It’s a strange combination of fear and motherly comfort as Younghun finds himself caught into Heechul’s web of mystery and sensuality.
He doesn’t even understand how he has ended up staring at the elegant, sinuous shadow projecting on the wall each movement Heechul makes.
He moves his waist so imperceptibly as he pours some kind of alcoholic drink into two glasses, the smell suggesting it’s some kind of whisky.
That smell mixes incredibly well with the scent released by Heechul’s hair, of shampoo and body lotion: he clearly just bathed.
The sudden thought of Heechul’s naked skin wet and covered in foam suddenly makes his jeans feel a little too tight.
-Are you going to take that glass or not?-
Younghun blinks twice, before realizing that Heechul is handing him the glass full of alcohol.
He mutters a “sorry” before taking it, listening to the life running wild through the city lights, sirens, voices, screams.
It’s a foreign city, a foreign language, a foreign feeling.
They’re foreign eyes, those he’s staring into. But he swears he used to know them.
He used to see them smile of young innocence, enlightened by the spark of hope.
Heechul brings the glass to his lips, elegantly, without interrupting their eye contact, not for a single moment.
Younghun swallows, feeling the whisky burning his throat, reddening his cheeks.
But it’s not the alcohol that’s making him drunk.
It’s Heechul’s sudden closeness. He’s so close he can feel his breath on his skin, a weird yet pleasurable mix of toothpaste and alcohol.
Somehow, Younghun feels it’s too much, and lowers his stare, concentrating on the other male’s collarbones, one of the many masculine features hidden in that delicate and feline body.
But two fingers are under his chin, forcing him to drawn again into the ebony of his stare, a dark sea whose mysteries are not to be known to everyone.
-You can go, if you don’t want to. Or if you’re scared.-
Younghun is almost hurt in his pride, and feels something raging in his chest, as he closes his hand around Heechul’s wrist.
Heechul remains still, trying to figure out the other’s intentions, but it’s just one moment before he finds his back pressed against the wall.
Another second passes before the glass slips from his grasp, breaking into one million pieces, pouring whisky all over the floor.
They lock their stares, breathing heavily, their mouths separated by no more than few millimeters.
-That glass was the hotel’s property.-
-Do I seem to care, Kim Heechul? -
Heechul smirks as he brings his thigh in between the other’s legs, feeling his throbbing and -he could bet about it- painful erection.
-I’d say no.-
Their lips touch briefly, at first, just a glimpse of softness and sweetness.
And then they begin to dance, tongues sliding against each other skillfully and almost raging so that they need to grasp for air after a while.
Moans begin to rise as Heechul bites Younghun’s lower lip, feeling it swollen and reddened against his own cherry lips.
Younghun’s hand slides under Heechul’s T shirt, feeling his skin hot and smooth under his touch, a touch that begins to be braver as he makes his way under his pants and underwear: Kim Heechul was not know for his patience.
And he knows he’s the right choice as Heechul moans, begging for more, biting his earlobe and neck.
But he’s contradictory, mischievous, a cheater, so as Younghun dares to touch more, Heechul suddenly pushes him on the bed, licking his lips as the other lays down on the white sheets.
Younghun feels he’s about to explode when Heechul sits on him, careful to touch his erection as he does so.
-Did you really expect me to let you rule, Younghun?-
-I deluded myself for just one moment…-
His hands wander under Younghun’s sweater, before removing it, exposing Younghun’s well-built chest and abdomen, and his eyes glitter with lust and desire as his lips capture Younghun’s once more, biting them and causing sweet moans to rise.
He moves to his neck, tracing a wet line with his tongue and biting just below his ear.
Younghun’s body curls and his hands rush to lift up Heechul’s shirt, urging to see his white skin.
He loses himself into that sight, observing his small waist and slightly muscular chest, so that he doesn’t realize that Heechul is starting to unbutton his jeans and lowering his underwear.
He almost cries of sudden pleasure as Heechul tastes him in his mouth, a sensation of heat embracing his lower body, contracting his abdomen and spreading his lips open.
It’s slow paced at first, a skillful movement of tongue and lips around the sensible skin of his manhood, and then it intensifies, threatening to push Younghun over the limit as Heechul takes the whole length in his mouth and then releases it.
He has to pull Heechul’s hair roughly to force him to stop, breathing heavily as he admires the other smirking cruelly.
-Who ensures you that I’ll give you any more satisfaction than this?-
-The fact that your cock is much harder than mine right now?-
Heechul smiles, placing a kiss over Younghun’s abs.
-I could kick you out of this room and find another man in no more than 2 minutes. Could you do the same?-
Younghun rolls his eyes.
-Ok, ok, you’re more clever than I am, now just fuck me.-
Heechul raises an eyebrow, before laughing and moving to the side, reaching for a condom and a bottle of lube in his bag.
-Is it safe to carry those in your bag? Won’t your reputation be hurt if people find out?-
-I’m an actor, not a priest. And I’ve done much worse thing than carrying a condom in my bag. Look. I’m still here.-
Their conversation ends and silence falls in the room.
Minutes pass playing and giggling as Younghun’s fingers slide inside Heechul, curling sweetly so that he can admire that body shivering and begging for something bigger than his fingers.
-Let me see how good are you, Kim Heechul.-
Heechul loves challenges.
Their hands lock together and Heechul lowers on Younghun, slowly, moaning and biting his lips.
Younghun groans as his cock slides inside Heechul’s body, aiding that movement with his hand on the other male’s waist.
-You’re perfect.-
It’s those kind of things people say only during sex, but Heechul smiles anyway. He’s an actor, isn’t he?
“Let him stay another day and he will change his mind about me being perfect”
-I know.-
He whispers before moving faster, their moans and the noises of skin sliding against skin, the thick smell of sex lingering in the air as Heechul puts his hands on Younghun’s chest, caressing it.
He thinks he’s in heaven as he admires Heechul’s reddened cheeks, his neck covered in sweat and his hair messier than ever.
-Slow down, or I’ll come too fast.-
He’s silenced by a passionate kiss.
-Come, then.- Heechul whispers on his lips.
The sensual voice doesn’t help at all. Minutes pass as Younghun holds his waist, directing his movement, hitting that sweet spot that makes Heechul moan loudly, careless about those who could hear.
He feels his abdomen contracting and his cock tensing, sign that he’s close to the climax, so that he reaches for Heechul’s.
But Heechul locks that hand to his own, moving faster and washing his surprise away.
Younghun comes, moaning and holding tight on Heechul’s waist as if it was the last hope to save himself from madness.
Heechul can feel the sweet sensation of the other’s hot semen through the condom, and he almost wishes it wasn’t there, just to feel it sliding on his thighs.
They breathe for a while, then Heechul reaches for his lover’s lips, closing them in a kiss.
-It has been great- Younghun whispers.
A smirk. Even scarier than the previous ones.
-“It has been”…?-
Younghun blinks, confused, and watches silently Heechul standing up and opening another condom.
That condom then rolls on Heechul’s cock and Younghun finally understands what the other has in mind.
-Oh no.-
-Oh yes.-
-What if I didn’t want?-
-You do.-
Younghun sighs, because he is painfully right.
-Be careful.-
Heechul smirks, pouring some lube on his fingers and introducing one into Younghun’s body, who gasps, somehow taken aback by the overwhelming sensation of being penetrated just after an orgasm.
Heechul just bites his neck gently, as he introduces another finger.
-It’s ok, you can go on.-
- I thought you were a pure virgin.-
-I’m not responsible for your stupid thoughts.-
Younghun feels some kind of mixture between pain and pleasure as Heechul enters him and tries to relax against the wet sheets, spreading his legs apart and locking them around his lover’s waist.
Heechul stares deep into his eyes as he begins to thrust, not so gently as requested, but not to roughly.
They both take no more than few seconds to lose themselves in that rhythm, which builds faster and faster as Heechul thrusts more deeply.
But he has already felt pleasure and soon he can’t bear no more, releasing himself inside Younghun’s body with a louder moan.
Heechul collapses on the other’s chest, leaving a kiss before resting his head on him.
Younghun kisses his sweaty hair in which the shampoo’s fragrance can still be smelled.
It’s the fragrance that sings a lullaby for him that night, along with Heechul’s light breath.
***
The dim light of the backstage and the million voices that buzz in his ear annoy him he’s busy searching for the hair brush he needs.
Some other hairstylist must’ve taken it, and the simple thought of other people using things he’s bought with his own money, makes him sick.
He goes past a couple of make up artists and managers and almost trips in a bag before noticing his precious hair brush in Sungmin’s hand. The latter seems to notice Younghun’s deadly glare, and smiles politely.
-You don’t mind, do you? Heechul loves this brush.-
-Just ask for permission. And I need it for Heechul’s hair, you know.-
Sungmin pauses for a moment, looking at him, suddenly scared as if an enormous green pimple was on Younghun’s cheek and was threating of exploding right in his face.
-I thought…I thought Heechul had told you.-
-Tell me what?- he raises an eyebrow, confused.
Sungmin swallows.
-He…he doesn’t want you as his stylist anymore…you’re going to style Siwon….Hey, where are you going!-
Younghun doesn’t even answer, not that he has something to say anyway. He just walks to the place Heechul is sitting on, lazily reading through the script.
-Why did you do that?-
-I don’t remember some of my lines. I Hope Kyuhyun won’t mind if I change some of them. Improvising has always been my strength.-
-Heechul, why did you do that?-
He’s breathing heavily, flames coming out of his irises. Heechul keeps on not looking at him, just admiring his own reflection the mirror, ready for the play, shining with his artificial perfection.
-Do you think this lipstick is too flashy? Make up artists changed it today.-
-Kim Heechul!-
Silence falls around them as Heechul stares deep into his eyes.
Younghun regrets having shouted like that, because that icy stare threatens to freeze him deep to his bones. Where is the fire that just yesterday night had ignited them? Was it a dream? Or a nightmare?
Everyone is looking at them, breathless.
Heechul stands up, throwing the script into Younghun’s face, who can’t do nothing but staring at him blankly.
-Fine. Do you really want to know? I don’t want you to touch me anymore. And before you start whining on how you’re the best hairstylist in the world, it’s not about that. I just want you to stay away from me. Clear?-
“Heechul 5 minutes to your turn. Please prepare.”
Younghun studies Heechul’s figure through the mirror, fading away into the backstage, engulfed by its annoying light and decaying beauty.
It takes a while for him to move, grabbing a hairdryer and looking at all the people around him that kept on staring, looking forward to see his reaction.
-What’s your problem?-
He walks past Sungmin, heading to Siwon.
“Are you looking for trouble, Kim Heechul? Then trouble you’ll have. You’re no god, after all.”