The Angel of Death
Title: The Angel of Death
Author: Ink_River10
Pairing: HanChul
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex, mentions of violence
Genre: AU, One Shot, dark themes
Disclaimer: I do not own Super Junior and make no profit from this fic
Summary: HanGeng has a job to do, but he's not ready for Kim Heechul
The Angel of Death
It was business, he told himself. It was cold, and it was hard, and it was the only thing he knew. He’d been a hired killer for so long that memories of a life before this were faded and full of holes. This was who he was, and what he always would be.
He leaned against the bar, watching the dance floor, his eyes following the one who stood out like a beacon of light and life in a crowd of dark figures. He watched the man dance, watched his body move and undulate with the others. For three nights he’d been here, watching this man, every move he made had been mapped and filed in HanGeng’s brain. It was all there, ready to be put into motion. He’d been hired to kill him, and tonight was the night.
It was just another job. Just another in a long line of them. It didn’t mean anything. In an hour, it would be all over, and he would continue on like he always had.
And yet underneath the hardened, cold armor he had built around himself, he could feel a pulse of weakness as he watched Kim Heechul. This was a first in a very long time. He had grown so old, so tired and so utterly disconnected from this world that the sensation was alarming and yet comforting. It meant that he could still feel. It meant he was still alive, even though he’d killed more people than he could count.
For eight years he’d been moving in shadows, a silent and deadly angel of death. There was a tidy sum of money set aside for the day when he’d escape this life and become someone else. His family was long lost, killed by the same kind of man he had become.
And so it was a strange sensation to look at this man and feel hesitation.
Why him? a small voice whispered. What could this man have done to warrant a hit by someone as skilled (and expensive) as him? Whatever it was, it had to have been fairly big. The man who had hired him was the oldest mob boss in the city. HanGeng didn’t ask questions. That was why he was so valuable to them. Cold, deadly, and untraceable.
He wondered if this Kim Heechul even knew why he was going to die tonight. Sometimes they did, and sometimes they didn’t. He hoped he didn’t beg. He wasn’t sure he could withstand it.
For this one, he knew he couldn’t.
HanGeng watched the man slip away from the dance floor and head for the bar. He noted the sheen of sweat on his skin, the way he fairly glowed in the flickering lights of the club. He looked like some kind of ethereal being - too beautiful and intense to be real.
It seemed a shame that he would die and deny the world that brightness.
HanGeng moved silently, inching his way towards Heechul like a shadow. He was drinking something from a tall glass, his throat working as he swallowed. HanGeng felt an involuntary shiver at the sight of it, and realized why he had been feeling this hesitation all night.
I want him.
It had been so long since he’d felt the tug of desire for another human being. Like the rest of him, he’d locked it away, shutting it out until he was a machine with no conscience and no regret.
A trained assassin.
Heechul turned then, his eyes landing upon HanGeng’s face. There was a glint of amusement in those dark eyes, and for a split second it felt like HanGeng’s world cracked open, his human self emerging from its self made prison.
He wanted with a force that scared him. He desired this man. He wanted him like he was drowning and this man was air. He wanted to possess and claim and not let go.
Heechul watched him, his eyes seeming to gleam in the pale light. He looked into HanGeng’s eyes, all the way down into his soul, searing a path through him until he felt naked and exposed - all that he was laid bare upon the altar of Heechul’s gaze.
HanGeng knew he had been sent to kill this man. He would kill him, watch that light flicker and go out, and he would retreat back into that dark world where he wasn’t truly human.
“Are you going to stare at me all night again?” Heechul asked, smirking slightly. “You’ve been watching me for three nights now. Aren’t you even going to introduce yourself?”
HanGeng backed away, the gun suddenly heavy against his thigh. His body felt electrified and he tore his gaze away. His cheeks burned at the knowledge that Heechul had known he was there - even caught him staring. “Ah. You’re shy then.” The man purred, his fingers brushing lightly across HanGeng’s chest.
He shuddered like a fly-stung horse. Death and desire danced around him, clogging his senses. He reached out and gripped the man’s hips, pulling him forward. Heechul inhaled sharply, then moaned as HanGeng kissed him, opening up and letting him in, his hands curving into HanGeng’s hair, tugging in encouragement.
It was too fast, too wild, too intoxicating. And he could not stop himself.
He was lost to it, drowning in need, the raging emotion of humanity had escaped, leaving the coldness and the long nights, the blood of a thousand men on his hands wiped clean, burned away by this consuming desire.
They broke apart when the need for oxygen grew too great. And then they were moving, past the lights, the music, the dancers, the bar, out the door and into the muggy night. Heechul was guiding, pulling him steadily - HanGeng could do nothing but follow.
The alleyway was empty. HanGeng knew it would be. This was where he would have brought this man to kill him, leave his body in the shadows and disappear into the night.
But he was not dead now. He was alive, so vibrantly, perfectly alive. His hands were everywhere, tugging, pulling, tearing fabric. His mouth was like fire on HanGeng’s skin. He was shuddering, shaking, burning up, caught up in it. His teeth claimed milky white skin, marking and sucking here and there until the pressure was too much.
HanGeng turned, pressing the man against the wall, lifting his legs to hitch them around his waist. He kissed him until they were blind with it. He shuddered as Heechul moaned, his fingers working around HanGeng’s cock, making him feel like he was riding a hurricane.
“More….harder….yes, now…now…” Heechul breathed in his ear. He forgot everything in that moment. He forgot that he was a killer and fused himself with Heechul, sheathing himself inside him. The world contracted and imploded, the pressure making him cry out as everything smeared into white.
In the haze he found Heechul’s cock, pressing his fingers frantically, stroking him in time with his thrusts. Heechul cried out, his body going rigid as he came. A million tiny points of light exploded behind his eyes as HanGeng came too, buried deep inside this man he had been sent to kill.
Slowly, ever so slowly, the world returned. Sound, light, scents….it came floating back to them in waves.
HanGeng’s cheek was pressed against Heechul’s, his breath shuddering in and out of him. His legs were shaking…the sensation of being alive and connected was too profound to let go yet.
Heechul’s slender fingers brushed gently over his brow, and that was all it took. It all came roaring back - the alley, the sounds of the night, the scent of sex and his gun tucked against his thigh. He pulled away, feeling the loss immediately like a knife to the heart. They sank back down to earth and the inevitable truth.
“Hmmmmm….next time, we do this in bed.” Heechul purred, pressing a promising kiss to HanGeng’s lips.
HanGeng was at war with himself. His fingers closed around the gun strapped to his thigh. He lifted it, a thousand voices battling inside his head, demanding that he obey and screaming for him to run. He pressed the cold steel of the barrel against Heechul’s temple, his fingers trembling so badly that he could barely breathe.
Heechul’s eyes went wide and his head jerked up to look at HanGeng.
Time froze for an eternity of seconds as the realization of who HanGeng was and why he was there dawned over Heechul’s face. A million memories, voices, times, places, all flashed over his eyes as HanGeng’s finger eased across the trigger. He was still shaking, his throat clogged, his reflexes too sharp from a thousand previous deaths.
Heechul inhaled, fear hitting him like a whip. In those precious seconds, HanGeng knew that he was a monster. The blood on his hands would never be washed away. He had spent a few precious moments connected to glorious heat and beauty and light and he was supposed to crush and kill it forever.
The fear in Heechul’s eyes bore into him, cutting at the heart that had just begun beating again.
“Are you going to kill me?” Heechul breathed, the words whispered so quietly, it was barely audible. His voice was as frightened as the bird beating it’s wings against the cage of HanGeng’s ribs.
Seconds ticked by like bombs and they stood, entwined and frozen together like statues.
And then HanGeng backed away, dropping the gun and shaking his head. He began clumsily fumbling with his clothing, desperate to get away before the monster took over again and finished the job. He could still taste and smell Heechul everywhere, like he was inside him, pushing away all the cold, hollow, empty, dead places that had taken over for so long.
The moment his clothing was in place, he looked at Heechul. He was still braced against the wall, his chest heaving with fear and confusion. He looked like a disheveled angel, so beautiful and breakable.
But it was over, and HanGeng knew it. If he didn’t kill this man, someone else would. And then they would come after him for not doing the job he’d been hired to do. He would die, and not in a quick and painless way.
“Run.” HanGeng whispered. “Run away from me, run away from here, and don’t look back. Leave Seoul, leave Korea. It’s the only way.” He backed away again.
But Heechul didn’t move. Instead he stood there, half naked in the dim light of the alleyway.
“Come with me.” He said softly. HanGeng blinked, not sure if he’d heard correctly. He opened his mouth, but Heechul interrupted. “If you’re not going to kill me, come with me. They know what I did to stop them. I don’t think I will make it alone. Help me.”
“I’m a monster.” He whispered. “I’ll always be a monster.”
Heechul shook his head and pulled up his jeans and buttoned them. “No, you’re a man. A monster couldn’t have done what we did in this alley just now. If you were a monster, I’d already be dead, wouldn’t I?”
HanGeng could feel himself beginning to tremble again. The idea of leaving this life, of putting his past behind him was a hope he’d never even dared think about.
Heechul held his hand out, a gesture of trust that HanGeng did not deserve.
He took a deep breath and stared at Heechul’s hand. A whole future lay in those offered fingers. The chance that they would make it was slim. They could die tomorrow trying to leave Korea. They could be caught and killed and never make it out.
But you won’t die alone. You'd die protecting him. You would have done something right for once.
He closed his eyes and stepped forward, taking Heechul’s hand. Immediately Heechul's fingers closed over his, tight and warm. There was hope there, chasing away fear and uncertainty. Together they walked out of the alleyway, leaving the old Kim Heechul and HanGeng behind to begin a new life.
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Fin
Author: Ink_River10
Pairing: HanChul
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex, mentions of violence
Genre: AU, One Shot, dark themes
Disclaimer: I do not own Super Junior and make no profit from this fic
Summary: HanGeng has a job to do, but he's not ready for Kim Heechul
The Angel of Death
It was business, he told himself. It was cold, and it was hard, and it was the only thing he knew. He’d been a hired killer for so long that memories of a life before this were faded and full of holes. This was who he was, and what he always would be.
He leaned against the bar, watching the dance floor, his eyes following the one who stood out like a beacon of light and life in a crowd of dark figures. He watched the man dance, watched his body move and undulate with the others. For three nights he’d been here, watching this man, every move he made had been mapped and filed in HanGeng’s brain. It was all there, ready to be put into motion. He’d been hired to kill him, and tonight was the night.
It was just another job. Just another in a long line of them. It didn’t mean anything. In an hour, it would be all over, and he would continue on like he always had.
And yet underneath the hardened, cold armor he had built around himself, he could feel a pulse of weakness as he watched Kim Heechul. This was a first in a very long time. He had grown so old, so tired and so utterly disconnected from this world that the sensation was alarming and yet comforting. It meant that he could still feel. It meant he was still alive, even though he’d killed more people than he could count.
For eight years he’d been moving in shadows, a silent and deadly angel of death. There was a tidy sum of money set aside for the day when he’d escape this life and become someone else. His family was long lost, killed by the same kind of man he had become.
And so it was a strange sensation to look at this man and feel hesitation.
Why him? a small voice whispered. What could this man have done to warrant a hit by someone as skilled (and expensive) as him? Whatever it was, it had to have been fairly big. The man who had hired him was the oldest mob boss in the city. HanGeng didn’t ask questions. That was why he was so valuable to them. Cold, deadly, and untraceable.
He wondered if this Kim Heechul even knew why he was going to die tonight. Sometimes they did, and sometimes they didn’t. He hoped he didn’t beg. He wasn’t sure he could withstand it.
For this one, he knew he couldn’t.
HanGeng watched the man slip away from the dance floor and head for the bar. He noted the sheen of sweat on his skin, the way he fairly glowed in the flickering lights of the club. He looked like some kind of ethereal being - too beautiful and intense to be real.
It seemed a shame that he would die and deny the world that brightness.
HanGeng moved silently, inching his way towards Heechul like a shadow. He was drinking something from a tall glass, his throat working as he swallowed. HanGeng felt an involuntary shiver at the sight of it, and realized why he had been feeling this hesitation all night.
I want him.
It had been so long since he’d felt the tug of desire for another human being. Like the rest of him, he’d locked it away, shutting it out until he was a machine with no conscience and no regret.
A trained assassin.
Heechul turned then, his eyes landing upon HanGeng’s face. There was a glint of amusement in those dark eyes, and for a split second it felt like HanGeng’s world cracked open, his human self emerging from its self made prison.
He wanted with a force that scared him. He desired this man. He wanted him like he was drowning and this man was air. He wanted to possess and claim and not let go.
Heechul watched him, his eyes seeming to gleam in the pale light. He looked into HanGeng’s eyes, all the way down into his soul, searing a path through him until he felt naked and exposed - all that he was laid bare upon the altar of Heechul’s gaze.
HanGeng knew he had been sent to kill this man. He would kill him, watch that light flicker and go out, and he would retreat back into that dark world where he wasn’t truly human.
“Are you going to stare at me all night again?” Heechul asked, smirking slightly. “You’ve been watching me for three nights now. Aren’t you even going to introduce yourself?”
HanGeng backed away, the gun suddenly heavy against his thigh. His body felt electrified and he tore his gaze away. His cheeks burned at the knowledge that Heechul had known he was there - even caught him staring. “Ah. You’re shy then.” The man purred, his fingers brushing lightly across HanGeng’s chest.
He shuddered like a fly-stung horse. Death and desire danced around him, clogging his senses. He reached out and gripped the man’s hips, pulling him forward. Heechul inhaled sharply, then moaned as HanGeng kissed him, opening up and letting him in, his hands curving into HanGeng’s hair, tugging in encouragement.
It was too fast, too wild, too intoxicating. And he could not stop himself.
He was lost to it, drowning in need, the raging emotion of humanity had escaped, leaving the coldness and the long nights, the blood of a thousand men on his hands wiped clean, burned away by this consuming desire.
They broke apart when the need for oxygen grew too great. And then they were moving, past the lights, the music, the dancers, the bar, out the door and into the muggy night. Heechul was guiding, pulling him steadily - HanGeng could do nothing but follow.
The alleyway was empty. HanGeng knew it would be. This was where he would have brought this man to kill him, leave his body in the shadows and disappear into the night.
But he was not dead now. He was alive, so vibrantly, perfectly alive. His hands were everywhere, tugging, pulling, tearing fabric. His mouth was like fire on HanGeng’s skin. He was shuddering, shaking, burning up, caught up in it. His teeth claimed milky white skin, marking and sucking here and there until the pressure was too much.
HanGeng turned, pressing the man against the wall, lifting his legs to hitch them around his waist. He kissed him until they were blind with it. He shuddered as Heechul moaned, his fingers working around HanGeng’s cock, making him feel like he was riding a hurricane.
“More….harder….yes, now…now…” Heechul breathed in his ear. He forgot everything in that moment. He forgot that he was a killer and fused himself with Heechul, sheathing himself inside him. The world contracted and imploded, the pressure making him cry out as everything smeared into white.
In the haze he found Heechul’s cock, pressing his fingers frantically, stroking him in time with his thrusts. Heechul cried out, his body going rigid as he came. A million tiny points of light exploded behind his eyes as HanGeng came too, buried deep inside this man he had been sent to kill.
Slowly, ever so slowly, the world returned. Sound, light, scents….it came floating back to them in waves.
HanGeng’s cheek was pressed against Heechul’s, his breath shuddering in and out of him. His legs were shaking…the sensation of being alive and connected was too profound to let go yet.
Heechul’s slender fingers brushed gently over his brow, and that was all it took. It all came roaring back - the alley, the sounds of the night, the scent of sex and his gun tucked against his thigh. He pulled away, feeling the loss immediately like a knife to the heart. They sank back down to earth and the inevitable truth.
“Hmmmmm….next time, we do this in bed.” Heechul purred, pressing a promising kiss to HanGeng’s lips.
HanGeng was at war with himself. His fingers closed around the gun strapped to his thigh. He lifted it, a thousand voices battling inside his head, demanding that he obey and screaming for him to run. He pressed the cold steel of the barrel against Heechul’s temple, his fingers trembling so badly that he could barely breathe.
Heechul’s eyes went wide and his head jerked up to look at HanGeng.
Time froze for an eternity of seconds as the realization of who HanGeng was and why he was there dawned over Heechul’s face. A million memories, voices, times, places, all flashed over his eyes as HanGeng’s finger eased across the trigger. He was still shaking, his throat clogged, his reflexes too sharp from a thousand previous deaths.
Heechul inhaled, fear hitting him like a whip. In those precious seconds, HanGeng knew that he was a monster. The blood on his hands would never be washed away. He had spent a few precious moments connected to glorious heat and beauty and light and he was supposed to crush and kill it forever.
The fear in Heechul’s eyes bore into him, cutting at the heart that had just begun beating again.
“Are you going to kill me?” Heechul breathed, the words whispered so quietly, it was barely audible. His voice was as frightened as the bird beating it’s wings against the cage of HanGeng’s ribs.
Seconds ticked by like bombs and they stood, entwined and frozen together like statues.
And then HanGeng backed away, dropping the gun and shaking his head. He began clumsily fumbling with his clothing, desperate to get away before the monster took over again and finished the job. He could still taste and smell Heechul everywhere, like he was inside him, pushing away all the cold, hollow, empty, dead places that had taken over for so long.
The moment his clothing was in place, he looked at Heechul. He was still braced against the wall, his chest heaving with fear and confusion. He looked like a disheveled angel, so beautiful and breakable.
But it was over, and HanGeng knew it. If he didn’t kill this man, someone else would. And then they would come after him for not doing the job he’d been hired to do. He would die, and not in a quick and painless way.
“Run.” HanGeng whispered. “Run away from me, run away from here, and don’t look back. Leave Seoul, leave Korea. It’s the only way.” He backed away again.
But Heechul didn’t move. Instead he stood there, half naked in the dim light of the alleyway.
“Come with me.” He said softly. HanGeng blinked, not sure if he’d heard correctly. He opened his mouth, but Heechul interrupted. “If you’re not going to kill me, come with me. They know what I did to stop them. I don’t think I will make it alone. Help me.”
“I’m a monster.” He whispered. “I’ll always be a monster.”
Heechul shook his head and pulled up his jeans and buttoned them. “No, you’re a man. A monster couldn’t have done what we did in this alley just now. If you were a monster, I’d already be dead, wouldn’t I?”
HanGeng could feel himself beginning to tremble again. The idea of leaving this life, of putting his past behind him was a hope he’d never even dared think about.
Heechul held his hand out, a gesture of trust that HanGeng did not deserve.
He took a deep breath and stared at Heechul’s hand. A whole future lay in those offered fingers. The chance that they would make it was slim. They could die tomorrow trying to leave Korea. They could be caught and killed and never make it out.
But you won’t die alone. You'd die protecting him. You would have done something right for once.
He closed his eyes and stepped forward, taking Heechul’s hand. Immediately Heechul's fingers closed over his, tight and warm. There was hope there, chasing away fear and uncertainty. Together they walked out of the alleyway, leaving the old Kim Heechul and HanGeng behind to begin a new life.
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Fin