Dominion
Dominion
By: keylimebliss
Rating: NC-17 [sex, abuse, swearing, promiscuity, rough sex, present tense]
Summary: When Donghae and Hyukjae were both in Korea, everything was okay. They would both flirt shamelessly with everyone around them and occasionally with each other until someone else to flirt with came along in front of the camera.
AN: done in the present tense, beware! =O And I need some non-Eunhyuk icons for this account. grr. D<
Sorry Eunhyuk fans, might not be too fond of this one.
.:|:.
Donghae is a jealous man.
He never admits it out of the confines of his room, and he only confesses it to Hyukjae when they’re fucking on the elder’s bed wildly, their hips moving faster than their minds can.
The way he vents his jealously is simple: he marks Hyukjae with his teeth, his hands, and his mouth in little secret places no one know about except for the two of them, which is somehow so much more satisfying than declaring it to the world.
He sees no reason to try to curb his jealously, because he thinks he handles it quite well of all things considered and Hyukjae never complains.
Donghae had honestly believed that he had his envy in check, and he still believes it.
Too bad no one else seems to agree with him.
.:|:.
When Donghae and Hyukjae were both in Korea, everything was okay. They would both flirt shamelessly with everyone around them and occasionally with each other until someone else to flirt with came along in front of the camera. Hyukjae would go drinking with Tablo or Junsu and Donghae would go clubbing with Yunho or Sungmin and at the end of it all they would collapse next to each other on the nearest bed and make love until sleep claimed them.
When Donghae went to China and Hyukjae stayed in Korea, they flirted with everyone around them in front of the camera shamelessly. Hyukjae would go drinking with Tablo or Junsu and Donghae would go clubbing with Hankyung or Zhoumi, but at the end of it all when they collapsed into their respective beds, there wasn’t another body or sweet love making and they would fall asleep missing each other more than ever.
.:|:.
Donghae would watch Super Junior H’s television appearances whenever he had the chance to. He would stare at only one figure on the screen, giving the others only a perfunctory glance before refocusing on his lover.
He would have never noticed Yesung if it wasn’t for the fact that he was hugging Hyukjae all the damn time. He would have never given Kangin a glance, even a perfunctory one, if the large man hadn’t been teasing his lover. He would have never noticed any of them if they had just left his Hyukjae alone and stopped flirting with him.
But they did, and worse Hyukjae didn’t seem to mind at all.
Later, when he’s listening to Hyukjae ramble about some miscellaneous things, he lets out his thoughts,
“You’re such a slut.”
There’s a pause on the line before Hyukjae replies back, voice slightly unsure but relaxed,
“I’m nothing compared to you. You’ve been dishing out so much fanservice in China it almost makes me jealous.”
Fanservice, Donghae reminds himself, it’s just fanservice. But his rational mind has no power over the annoyingly jealous pangs in his heart and he shoots back into the phone,
“How’s Yesung? Is he any good with his hips?”
“Donghae, what the hell-“
“What about Kangin? How far you gotten, slut?”
He hears Hyukjae let out a frustrated cry on the other end of the line followed by heavy breathing,
“Donghae, maybe you should sleep. Is everything okay-“
“Everything would be fine if you weren’t such a slut.”
“…I’ll show slut you fucking asshole.”
Donghae opens his mouth to reply, belatedly realizing the sheer folly of his words and the complete irony of it all, but all he can hear is the long tone of a disconnected line and heart.
Repentantly, he moves to hit the redial button but Kyuhyun pokes his head into the room to deliver Hankyung’s death threat should he not come down for dinner, so he leaves the apology unsaid in his heart to be delivered at later hour.
He is thinking about flowery e-cards and cute snails when he gets a video message from Hyukjae. Eagerly, He flips his phone open and as he waits for the message to download he can’t help but to wonder why the older man would send a clip instead of the standard text message. When he finally gets to play the video, all he sees is Hyukjae on his hands and knees begging for the man behind him to give it to him harder and faster in a wanton voice. His grip on the phone tightens, and when he reads the accompanying message, it’s a miracle that the phone isn’t crushed in his fist.
“I told you I’d show you slut.
Just for the record, Yesung can’t move his hips, but he does amazing things with his hands.
PS: I haven’t tried Kangin yet, but I’ll tell you when I do. ;P”
.:|:.
When Super Junior M returns from China, everyone is there to greet them, the fans, their managers, and the other members.
Donghae doesn’t even give anyone half a glance before he grabs Hyukjae’s wrist roughly and drags him to the nearest men’s room. He can hear his band mates protest behind him, but Hyukjae barley even blinks, instead adopting a slight smirk on his face.
He decides that none of that matters and pushes Hyukjae into one of the stalls and fucks him against the door. He moves his hips in an unforgiving pace and marks every inch of exposed skin, only unconsciously aware of the other man’s smug expression.
.:|:.
Kyuhyun learns by accident. He’s looking for Hyukjae to play video games with and he feels that it’s only natural to check the man’s room first. Unsuspecting, he opens the door slightly, completely unprepared for the sight presented to him.
Hyukjae is handcuffed to the bed, every moan and cry muffled by a white gag as Donghae pounds into him, the younger man’s hands gripping his hips with a bruising force, whispering mine mine mine. Kyuhyun can see the numerous love bites scattered in a colorful arrangement of blue and purple all over Hyukjae’s skin and closes the door softly, leaving both participants completely oblivious to his short presence.
As a fellow band mate, Kyuhyun feels obligated to help Hyukjae. So he approaches him during meal times, always inquiring about his health and well-being.
The sudden concern catches Hyukjae slightly off-guard, but he accepts each show of concern with a kind smile and Kyuhyun foolishly thinks everything is okay until he catches Donghae’s intense glare in their direction.
He never walks in on them again, but he doesn’t have to in order to figure what goes on in their room after they leave.
.:|:.
“Hyukjae-hyung’s dancing is off today,” Kyuhyung states plainly.
Leeteuk frowns and looks at Hyukjae a little harder. He tries to find out what exactly is so off about the dancer, but all he can see is clean pops and smooth waves.
“Hyukjae is dancing brilliantly. Are you jealous Kyuhyun-ah?” he teases gently.
Kyuhyun lets out an annoyed sigh and tries again, “Hyukjae-hyung seems kinda klutzy lately. Is he getting enough sleep?” He cocks his head and looks into the older man’s eyes imploringly.
Leeteuk frowns again, “Hyukjae is always a little clumsy. What is this sudden concern with your hyung?”
“Can’t I worry about my hyung like every other dongsaeng does?” Kyuhyun retorts, almost offended, but Leeteuk is grinning, no doubt convinced of whatever conclusion he has drawn.
“Our little Kyuhyun-ie has a crush on Hyukjae!” he squeals, eyes lighting up.
Kyuhyun resists the urge to slap his own forehead as everyone in the room descends upon this latest piece of gossip. He chances weary look upwards and sees Hyukjae blushing and Donghae glaring at him and oh shit.
.:|:.
Leeteuk watches Hyukjae from the corner of his as they’re doing Sukira. He’s not really watching for his own sake, but more for Kyuhyun’s, who finds it necessary to bother him about every little thing Hyukjae does as of late.
He watches the younger man affectionately as he reaches for the familiar carton of strawberry milk and sucks on the straw, completely immersed in the simple action. Inwardly Leeteuk can’t help but to think he’s cute: the way his eyes lower automatically and his small hands clasp the carton with a childish possessiveness.
Not until Hyukjae moves to put the milk carton back into its place that he notices a hint of blue on the younger man’s wrist and he blurts out the question before he can even think about it.
“Hyukjae, what happened to your wrist?”
Confused, Hyukjae flashes him a pair of confused eyes before realization creeps into them and he looks down quickly, tugging his sleeves lower.
“was an accident…” he mumbles nervously, not at all convincing.
Leeteuk wants to question him further, but the commercial break ends and the younger man is enthusiastically greeter their listeners before he can even say another word.
After the broadcast, Leeteuk turns to Hyukjae to resume their conversation only to find the younger man gone. He broods over the blue wrist a bit longer before he starts piecing the puzzle in his head.
He doesn’t quite finish the puzzle, but he sees enough of it draw a conclusion not too far off the truth.
It’s so unexpected, but somehow in retrospect not surprising at all and Leeteuk slaps himself on the forehead for not knowing and just not seeing.
.:|:.
“Hyukjae is staying at with Junsu for tonight, okay?”
Donghae stares at Leeteuk curiously, not quite used to the way the older man was stiff and the unnatural tedium in his words.
“Can I stay too? It’s been so long since I’ve se-“
“No. I need to talk to you,” Leeteuk finally looks at Donghae, face expressionless.
Curiosity churns inside the younger’s stomach and he waits impatiently for Leeteuk’s talk. Simply by looking at the older man’s face, he knows it won’t be a pleasant one, but he hates not knowing. Though when Leeteuk talks he thinks he may have been able to do without this particular talk.
“Stop hurting Hyukjae or break up with him.”
Donghae frowns, “I’m not hurting him.”
“I saw a bruise on his wrist earlier today, would you know anything about that?”
“Nope.”
He does, he remembers making all too well. He remembers the way Hyukjae shuddered underneath him as Donghae tortured his entrance with his fingers, each gasp only encouraging him to tighten his grip.
Leeteuk regards him with a cold look. Donghae knows that he can see through his lies easily, but he doesn’t quite care when it comes to Hyukjae. He doesn’t care until Leeteuk speaks again.
“You’re switching rooms with Ryeowook. Start packing.”
Donghae opens his mouth in protest, but Leeteuk doesn’t stop talking and grabs his hand and leads him to his room. Ryeowook is there already, sitting on Donghae’s old bed looking sufficiently confused despite the packed bags next to him.
Leeteuk throws him inside brusquely, unlike his usual self, and states in short clipped words, “One hour,” before leaving the room.
Donghae stands in the doorway, appalled and angered, but he can’t find it in himself to vent anywhere when Ryeowook looks at him in confusion and asks innocently, “Do you need some help hyung?”
As he takes in the younger man’s oblivious look and mild demeanor, he thinks he would have like him a lot more if he wasn’t sharing a room with his Hyukjae.
.:|:.
Junsu knows.
He knows because Leeteuk called him and he hates Donghae a little when he opens the door to greet Hyukjae who looks a bit lost.
He knows, but he doesn’t say anything and instead launches into a familiar banter as he pulls the older boy in, already thinking about the sugary delicacies and saturated snacks they’ll devour by the night’s end.
The night progresses well, and he laughs with Changmin and Jaejoong as Yunho and Hyukjae engage in what seems to be a fierce competition of who can crash into the most walls. It looks like they’re not trying, but the truth is they are and it makes everything so much funnier he almost forgets why Hyukjae came over in the first place.
By the time they’re cuddling in his bed, whispering like naughty children, an image reinforced by Jaejoong’s shout of ‘go to sleep you little rascals!’, Junsu doesn’t even remember Donghae until Hyukjae murmurs softly,
“How far would you go for love?”
The question catches him slightly off guard, though in retrospect he probably should’ve anticipated it the second he saw his friend enter the dorm, a happy, but not quite complete smile on his face.
He bides his time, and answers, “Not too far,” hoping that Hyukjae would catch the subliminal message.
Hyukjae sighs next to him and cuddles a little closer.
He never gives Junsu a reply, which worries the younger boy more than he would admit in public.
Much more.
.:|:.
They’ve somehow kicked Ryeowook out of the room, and Donghae can't remember how.
Can’t care, watching the man’s face above him contort in something akin to pain, but tainted with raw uninhibited pleasure.
Can’t breathe, not as he sees oceans of unblemished skin, skin that had been marked violently and beautifully just two weeks ago.
Can’t control himself, as he renews his mark on Hyukjae, claiming him once more, a thousand times more, to the point he literarily thinks he might end up eating the older boy down to the very last toe.
The need to possess the older man overwhelms him, consumes him deeper with every kiss he delivers, competing harshly against the side that wants to love the older man gently and softly.
He bites into Hyukjae’s neck again, and doesn’t think about anything except making the man under him his.
.:|:.
Hyukjae traces his raw wrist with his index finger lightly, smiling at the lingering pain, and allows himself be loved.
.:|END|:.
By: keylimebliss
Rating: NC-17 [sex, abuse, swearing, promiscuity, rough sex, present tense]
Summary: When Donghae and Hyukjae were both in Korea, everything was okay. They would both flirt shamelessly with everyone around them and occasionally with each other until someone else to flirt with came along in front of the camera.
AN: done in the present tense, beware! =O And I need some non-Eunhyuk icons for this account. grr. D<
Sorry Eunhyuk fans, might not be too fond of this one.
.:|:.
Donghae is a jealous man.
He never admits it out of the confines of his room, and he only confesses it to Hyukjae when they’re fucking on the elder’s bed wildly, their hips moving faster than their minds can.
The way he vents his jealously is simple: he marks Hyukjae with his teeth, his hands, and his mouth in little secret places no one know about except for the two of them, which is somehow so much more satisfying than declaring it to the world.
He sees no reason to try to curb his jealously, because he thinks he handles it quite well of all things considered and Hyukjae never complains.
Donghae had honestly believed that he had his envy in check, and he still believes it.
Too bad no one else seems to agree with him.
.:|:.
When Donghae and Hyukjae were both in Korea, everything was okay. They would both flirt shamelessly with everyone around them and occasionally with each other until someone else to flirt with came along in front of the camera. Hyukjae would go drinking with Tablo or Junsu and Donghae would go clubbing with Yunho or Sungmin and at the end of it all they would collapse next to each other on the nearest bed and make love until sleep claimed them.
When Donghae went to China and Hyukjae stayed in Korea, they flirted with everyone around them in front of the camera shamelessly. Hyukjae would go drinking with Tablo or Junsu and Donghae would go clubbing with Hankyung or Zhoumi, but at the end of it all when they collapsed into their respective beds, there wasn’t another body or sweet love making and they would fall asleep missing each other more than ever.
.:|:.
Donghae would watch Super Junior H’s television appearances whenever he had the chance to. He would stare at only one figure on the screen, giving the others only a perfunctory glance before refocusing on his lover.
He would have never noticed Yesung if it wasn’t for the fact that he was hugging Hyukjae all the damn time. He would have never given Kangin a glance, even a perfunctory one, if the large man hadn’t been teasing his lover. He would have never noticed any of them if they had just left his Hyukjae alone and stopped flirting with him.
But they did, and worse Hyukjae didn’t seem to mind at all.
Later, when he’s listening to Hyukjae ramble about some miscellaneous things, he lets out his thoughts,
“You’re such a slut.”
There’s a pause on the line before Hyukjae replies back, voice slightly unsure but relaxed,
“I’m nothing compared to you. You’ve been dishing out so much fanservice in China it almost makes me jealous.”
Fanservice, Donghae reminds himself, it’s just fanservice. But his rational mind has no power over the annoyingly jealous pangs in his heart and he shoots back into the phone,
“How’s Yesung? Is he any good with his hips?”
“Donghae, what the hell-“
“What about Kangin? How far you gotten, slut?”
He hears Hyukjae let out a frustrated cry on the other end of the line followed by heavy breathing,
“Donghae, maybe you should sleep. Is everything okay-“
“Everything would be fine if you weren’t such a slut.”
“…I’ll show slut you fucking asshole.”
Donghae opens his mouth to reply, belatedly realizing the sheer folly of his words and the complete irony of it all, but all he can hear is the long tone of a disconnected line and heart.
Repentantly, he moves to hit the redial button but Kyuhyun pokes his head into the room to deliver Hankyung’s death threat should he not come down for dinner, so he leaves the apology unsaid in his heart to be delivered at later hour.
He is thinking about flowery e-cards and cute snails when he gets a video message from Hyukjae. Eagerly, He flips his phone open and as he waits for the message to download he can’t help but to wonder why the older man would send a clip instead of the standard text message. When he finally gets to play the video, all he sees is Hyukjae on his hands and knees begging for the man behind him to give it to him harder and faster in a wanton voice. His grip on the phone tightens, and when he reads the accompanying message, it’s a miracle that the phone isn’t crushed in his fist.
“I told you I’d show you slut.
Just for the record, Yesung can’t move his hips, but he does amazing things with his hands.
PS: I haven’t tried Kangin yet, but I’ll tell you when I do. ;P”
.:|:.
When Super Junior M returns from China, everyone is there to greet them, the fans, their managers, and the other members.
Donghae doesn’t even give anyone half a glance before he grabs Hyukjae’s wrist roughly and drags him to the nearest men’s room. He can hear his band mates protest behind him, but Hyukjae barley even blinks, instead adopting a slight smirk on his face.
He decides that none of that matters and pushes Hyukjae into one of the stalls and fucks him against the door. He moves his hips in an unforgiving pace and marks every inch of exposed skin, only unconsciously aware of the other man’s smug expression.
.:|:.
Kyuhyun learns by accident. He’s looking for Hyukjae to play video games with and he feels that it’s only natural to check the man’s room first. Unsuspecting, he opens the door slightly, completely unprepared for the sight presented to him.
Hyukjae is handcuffed to the bed, every moan and cry muffled by a white gag as Donghae pounds into him, the younger man’s hands gripping his hips with a bruising force, whispering mine mine mine. Kyuhyun can see the numerous love bites scattered in a colorful arrangement of blue and purple all over Hyukjae’s skin and closes the door softly, leaving both participants completely oblivious to his short presence.
As a fellow band mate, Kyuhyun feels obligated to help Hyukjae. So he approaches him during meal times, always inquiring about his health and well-being.
The sudden concern catches Hyukjae slightly off-guard, but he accepts each show of concern with a kind smile and Kyuhyun foolishly thinks everything is okay until he catches Donghae’s intense glare in their direction.
He never walks in on them again, but he doesn’t have to in order to figure what goes on in their room after they leave.
.:|:.
“Hyukjae-hyung’s dancing is off today,” Kyuhyung states plainly.
Leeteuk frowns and looks at Hyukjae a little harder. He tries to find out what exactly is so off about the dancer, but all he can see is clean pops and smooth waves.
“Hyukjae is dancing brilliantly. Are you jealous Kyuhyun-ah?” he teases gently.
Kyuhyun lets out an annoyed sigh and tries again, “Hyukjae-hyung seems kinda klutzy lately. Is he getting enough sleep?” He cocks his head and looks into the older man’s eyes imploringly.
Leeteuk frowns again, “Hyukjae is always a little clumsy. What is this sudden concern with your hyung?”
“Can’t I worry about my hyung like every other dongsaeng does?” Kyuhyun retorts, almost offended, but Leeteuk is grinning, no doubt convinced of whatever conclusion he has drawn.
“Our little Kyuhyun-ie has a crush on Hyukjae!” he squeals, eyes lighting up.
Kyuhyun resists the urge to slap his own forehead as everyone in the room descends upon this latest piece of gossip. He chances weary look upwards and sees Hyukjae blushing and Donghae glaring at him and oh shit.
.:|:.
Leeteuk watches Hyukjae from the corner of his as they’re doing Sukira. He’s not really watching for his own sake, but more for Kyuhyun’s, who finds it necessary to bother him about every little thing Hyukjae does as of late.
He watches the younger man affectionately as he reaches for the familiar carton of strawberry milk and sucks on the straw, completely immersed in the simple action. Inwardly Leeteuk can’t help but to think he’s cute: the way his eyes lower automatically and his small hands clasp the carton with a childish possessiveness.
Not until Hyukjae moves to put the milk carton back into its place that he notices a hint of blue on the younger man’s wrist and he blurts out the question before he can even think about it.
“Hyukjae, what happened to your wrist?”
Confused, Hyukjae flashes him a pair of confused eyes before realization creeps into them and he looks down quickly, tugging his sleeves lower.
“was an accident…” he mumbles nervously, not at all convincing.
Leeteuk wants to question him further, but the commercial break ends and the younger man is enthusiastically greeter their listeners before he can even say another word.
After the broadcast, Leeteuk turns to Hyukjae to resume their conversation only to find the younger man gone. He broods over the blue wrist a bit longer before he starts piecing the puzzle in his head.
He doesn’t quite finish the puzzle, but he sees enough of it draw a conclusion not too far off the truth.
It’s so unexpected, but somehow in retrospect not surprising at all and Leeteuk slaps himself on the forehead for not knowing and just not seeing.
.:|:.
“Hyukjae is staying at with Junsu for tonight, okay?”
Donghae stares at Leeteuk curiously, not quite used to the way the older man was stiff and the unnatural tedium in his words.
“Can I stay too? It’s been so long since I’ve se-“
“No. I need to talk to you,” Leeteuk finally looks at Donghae, face expressionless.
Curiosity churns inside the younger’s stomach and he waits impatiently for Leeteuk’s talk. Simply by looking at the older man’s face, he knows it won’t be a pleasant one, but he hates not knowing. Though when Leeteuk talks he thinks he may have been able to do without this particular talk.
“Stop hurting Hyukjae or break up with him.”
Donghae frowns, “I’m not hurting him.”
“I saw a bruise on his wrist earlier today, would you know anything about that?”
“Nope.”
He does, he remembers making all too well. He remembers the way Hyukjae shuddered underneath him as Donghae tortured his entrance with his fingers, each gasp only encouraging him to tighten his grip.
Leeteuk regards him with a cold look. Donghae knows that he can see through his lies easily, but he doesn’t quite care when it comes to Hyukjae. He doesn’t care until Leeteuk speaks again.
“You’re switching rooms with Ryeowook. Start packing.”
Donghae opens his mouth in protest, but Leeteuk doesn’t stop talking and grabs his hand and leads him to his room. Ryeowook is there already, sitting on Donghae’s old bed looking sufficiently confused despite the packed bags next to him.
Leeteuk throws him inside brusquely, unlike his usual self, and states in short clipped words, “One hour,” before leaving the room.
Donghae stands in the doorway, appalled and angered, but he can’t find it in himself to vent anywhere when Ryeowook looks at him in confusion and asks innocently, “Do you need some help hyung?”
As he takes in the younger man’s oblivious look and mild demeanor, he thinks he would have like him a lot more if he wasn’t sharing a room with his Hyukjae.
.:|:.
Junsu knows.
He knows because Leeteuk called him and he hates Donghae a little when he opens the door to greet Hyukjae who looks a bit lost.
He knows, but he doesn’t say anything and instead launches into a familiar banter as he pulls the older boy in, already thinking about the sugary delicacies and saturated snacks they’ll devour by the night’s end.
The night progresses well, and he laughs with Changmin and Jaejoong as Yunho and Hyukjae engage in what seems to be a fierce competition of who can crash into the most walls. It looks like they’re not trying, but the truth is they are and it makes everything so much funnier he almost forgets why Hyukjae came over in the first place.
By the time they’re cuddling in his bed, whispering like naughty children, an image reinforced by Jaejoong’s shout of ‘go to sleep you little rascals!’, Junsu doesn’t even remember Donghae until Hyukjae murmurs softly,
“How far would you go for love?”
The question catches him slightly off guard, though in retrospect he probably should’ve anticipated it the second he saw his friend enter the dorm, a happy, but not quite complete smile on his face.
He bides his time, and answers, “Not too far,” hoping that Hyukjae would catch the subliminal message.
Hyukjae sighs next to him and cuddles a little closer.
He never gives Junsu a reply, which worries the younger boy more than he would admit in public.
Much more.
.:|:.
They’ve somehow kicked Ryeowook out of the room, and Donghae can't remember how.
Can’t care, watching the man’s face above him contort in something akin to pain, but tainted with raw uninhibited pleasure.
Can’t breathe, not as he sees oceans of unblemished skin, skin that had been marked violently and beautifully just two weeks ago.
Can’t control himself, as he renews his mark on Hyukjae, claiming him once more, a thousand times more, to the point he literarily thinks he might end up eating the older boy down to the very last toe.
The need to possess the older man overwhelms him, consumes him deeper with every kiss he delivers, competing harshly against the side that wants to love the older man gently and softly.
He bites into Hyukjae’s neck again, and doesn’t think about anything except making the man under him his.
.:|:.
Hyukjae traces his raw wrist with his index finger lightly, smiling at the lingering pain, and allows himself be loved.
.:|END|:.