Simulation [1/1]
Title: Simulation
Pairing: Junseung
Genre: Smut, Angst, Horror
Rating: NC17
Summary: Junhyung spends every waking hour with a beautiful boy and someone else controlling his body.
Warnings: NonCon
Notes: Ah sorry, first attempt at Angst. I wrote this a while ago and I couldn't think of where to take it. I didn't want to make it a multi-chapter but I didn't want to not post it either -_- The idea is that they're sort of like sims but they're real people with conscious thoughts and what have you. Sort of like the characters in the film 'Gamer'. Please don't hurt me T.T
Junhyung is making his way out the front door when Hyunseung stops him, glassy doe-eyes and perfectly messy hair. In fact, everything about him is perfect from his straight nose to his neatly ironed clothing. His smile is strained as he strides up, reaching out to wrap slender arms around Junhyung's shoulders. They fit together like a brand new puzzle, Junhyung's arms wrapping around his lover's waist with unwanted ease. The hair that brushes his cheekbone smells of the same generic shampoo they use day in, day out. Hyunseung's lips press to his own and he can feel the tension as it rolls through the other's body. 'I'm sorry' Hyunseung murmurs into the unwanted kiss.
Junhyung smiles brightly though he knows that Hyunseung can see it in his eyes that he wants to scream. 'I'll see you tonight' Junhyung sighs back, a hand tangling in brown hair. Hyunseung pulls away, latching onto Junhyung's tie. His hand shakes, he can feel knuckles trembling against his chest and Hyunseung looks a little delirious. 'Have a good shift' He says as he always does and they break apart. Junhyung doesn't remember much else as he steps out the front door.
Hyunseung greets him at the door with a kiss, lithe body pressing against him. 'How was your day?' Hands stroke his face, graze his neck and into his hair. Hyunseung's eyes are large and wary as he watches his hands dip to Junhyung's chest. 'I don't... know' Junhyung sighs, muscles straining to stop Hyunseung's hands in their path. 'You work too hard' Hands at his hips and he finds himself being pulled further into their immaculate house.
He reaches down unwillingly till his fingers curl around the hem of Hyunseung's vest and belatedly he realises that Hyunseung is wearing the part-mesh wife beater he always wears on nights like these. With each step they take towards the bedroom, Junhyung feels the weight in his stomach get a little heavier and Hyunseung's eyes get equally larger. His body reacts of it's own accord, a quick heat curling up his spine and he groans against Hyunseung's lips. His pretty lover presses a whimper against the corner of his lips, stumbling as his shoulder catches the door frame.
It's one of those nights when there's no time for soft pillows and gentle touches, just raw pain and crumbling hearts. Hyunseung is hard in his hand and his face is flushed but his eyes are wide with the fear of what's to come. Junhyung's hands tremble as he undoes the buckle of Hyunseung's belt, roughly dragging the denim over the other boy's slender hips. Hyunseung's lack of underwear should have bothered him or at least intrigued him but it's become something of the norm now and Junhyung doesn't say anything as his hands trace their way up the thin boy's thighs.
Hyunseung clings to his shoulders as he grinds into him, the elder trapped between the wall and Junhyung's overly-responsive body. Their lips mash together in a kiss that's all teeth and tongue and Hyunseung lets out a noise that somewhere between a gasp and a whimper. Junhyung is slamming him against the wall and he winces on the inside as Hyunseung's head collides with the wall. His own pants fall to the floor with the clink of change in his pockets. One hand soothes up Hyunseung's spine, fingernails pressing a little too hard into skin and Hyunseung is practically clawing at the wall as he presses into him, unprepared and dry.
The rhythm between them is fast and rough, Junhyung's nails biting tiny red half cresecent moons into the snowy white skin on Hyunseung's hips. The boy chokes on his sobs. 'More. Please, more!' Someone else's words pour from his lips and Junhyung finds himself fighting back the bile that quickly makes it's way up. A few more thrusts and he feels fire in his groin, limbs tightening at their own accord. He tangles a hand into Hyunseung's hair, forcing his head back awkwardly and there's a glistening of tears on his cheeks. Junhyung groans, teeth sinking into Hyunseung's throat and cums as his lover tightens around him with a pained cry. He places a sloppy kiss to Hyunseung's jaw as he rides out his orgasm and steps away. 'I love you' He says - more like sighs, as he pulls his jeans up and he looks anywhere but at Hyunseung because there's blood on his cock and the other is unsatisfied. 'I love you too' Hyunseung returns, equally strained and Junhyung wonders why the words that should mean the world to him only break his heart a little more.
He's cooking at the stove when he feels it, the sudden control over his own body again. His fingers twitch, gripping the handle of the wooden spoon he's holding a little tighter and he drops it on the counter to walk around the kitchen table. Moments like these are rare and infrequent and usually only occur at night when he's drowsy and too comfortable to slip out of bed. His body stills before he finishes one lap of the kitchen table and Hyunseung appears in the doorway. 'Did you feel that?' He asks with those large brown eyes and Junhyung barely manages to nod before Hyunseung starts moving to the unguarded stove.
The corners of his mouth twitch and before he knows it, Hyunseung is smiling like a doll, like a plastic barbie doll as he moves awkwardly towards the stove. Junhyung watches helpless, the tips of his fingers itching because Hyunseung is walking as though he's sore - which he probably is, and is wearing nothing but a thin wife beater. The flames on the stove have somehow grown and Hyunseung reaches a trembling hand to the scalding hot pan. He lifts it tersely, the rice sloshing against the sides. For a moment Junhyung has a sick feeling that the other is going to burn one of them with it but Hyunseung merely shrugs and places it to a side. Junhyung almost sighs with relief until Hyunseung turns to him, lips stretched and eyes terrified.
Junhyung tries to move. Wills his arms to reach out, his feet to move but he can't. His body resists, keeping him trapped to the spot and he watches with a growl as Hyunseung's fingers stroke the flames. Tears spring up in the boy's eyes and he hisses, trying to yank his arm back. It goes further into the flames till they're biting up his arm and though he's screaming through his teeth, he doesn't retract his arm for a good few moments. Tears are streaming down his pale cheeks when Junhyung finally rushes to him, not quickly enough for his own liking and gently takes his arm. 'You silly nilly' He coos, pinching Hyunseung's cheek. He leads the other towards the sink at an almost leisurely pace and he's sure the cool water isn't cold enough as he yanks Hyunseung's arm under the streaming water. 'I'll be more careful next time' Hyunseung smiles, his cheeks red with frustration and pain.
Junhyung carefully dresses his wound, the actions coming to him like second nature. It's funny, he thinks, because whilst he's such an expert at this, he has no recollection of ever stepping into a hospital since he's been like this. Sure, he might work in a hospital, he's Doctor Yong after all, but he doesn't remember blood or screaming children, death or even birth... there's just nothing except this little house, Hyunseung and the occasional date out to a restaurant or the beach.
He's falling asleep to the scent of generic shampoo from Hyunseung's head on his chest when he feels it happen again, the power over his own body returning. Hyunseung rolls away to the other side of the bed and curls in on himself leaving Junhyung feeling cold. The kingsize bed isn't that big but it feels like there's a million miles between them. So Junhyung stares up at the ceiling and tries to think of something to say. Hyunseung's had a rough day and he doesn't know if the other boy is ok or not.
They stay like that for a while, each in their own world when Hyunseung lets out a deep sigh that echoes his pain through the room, bouncing off dull cream walls. He pushes himself up, careful of his wounded arm and for a moment Junhyung forgets he has control over his own actions again. 'I'll sleep in the guest room. I don't want to wake you up if I lay on my arm' Hyunseung sways on his feet, clearly tired and Junhyung reaches across the bed, curling an arm around his waist to draw him back. His heart aches somewhere in the cavern of his chest.
'Stay, please' He finds himself murmuring to Hyunseung's back, even as the other obeys and slips back into bed. He moves closer, pressing himself to Hyunseung's back. His feet are probably cold but Hyunseung doesn't say anything as his hands stray under the pretty boy's shirt and dance across his stomach. 'I'm forgetting their faces' Hyunseung sighs, head tilting back as Junhyung's hand slides upwards a little too far and brushes his chest. Hyunseung was loved before they fell into this nightmare. He had parents and a sister, probably a girlfriend too. Junhyung had cars and cigarettes, cheap beer and girls who had soft curves in all the places Hyunseung doesn't.
A hand brushes the drawstring of Hyunseung's sleep-pants and he feels the neglected hard-on he didn't satisfy earlier. 'We'll get out of here soon' He whispers to Hyunseung's cool neck, not believing his own words. His fingers slide under thick cotton and the boy in his arms gasps his name. 'Jun-aah..' Hyunseung's fingers curl around his wrist the same moment he wraps his own around Hyunseung's thickening cock. 'Jun, a-are you?' Hyunseung chokes a little as Junhyung squeezes and he brushes his lips against the corner of the boy's jaw. 'I'm in control' He says, a little too forcefully and flicks his wrist as if to prove his point. Hyunseung's hand slips away as he lets out a moan, head falling back to Junhyung's shoulder.
It takes a little angling but Junhyung gets them so Hyunseung is laid half on top of him, plenty of body contact with easy access. His free hand comes up to tilt Hyunseung's face towards his and he seals their lips as his hand goes a little faster. Hyunseung rocks against him with breathy little moans and soft gasps that go straight down his spine. He nips gently at the older boy's ear, pressing his hot tongue to a warming collar bone and Hyunseung comes undone in his hands.
Hyunseung rolls off, hissing as he bumps his hand and Junhyung wipes his own hand off on the sheets before reaching for him. Hyunseung flinches as his fingertips press to his forearm, face red. Junhyung stills, resting his palm flat against Hyunseung's back. 'What was that for?' The muscles beneath Junhyung's palm are tight and he can see the tension in his lover's shoulders. 'Nothing... I just' Junhyung trails off, not entirely sure why he'd done it. The noises Hyunseung had made turned him on far more than he knew they should have.
The bed sheets rustle as Hyunseung turns to face him, studying him in the dark. 'I thought you weren't gay' His voice sounds a little snipey to Junhyung's ears, a little disappointed and a little bit scared. Junhyung shrugs, knowing it will go unseen. 'I'm not' He shrugs again and twines his fingers with Hyunseung's. 'I just like you. In a normal life I'd still like girls but we're here and we're in this together. I need you like you need me' He squeezes Hyunseung's hand, feeling the other trying to pull away but pulls him closer instead. 'I know it's not the ideal situation' He feels Hyunseung try to object. 'But I want you more than I should and god, I promise that one day' He pauses to kiss Hyunseung's lips. 'One day, I'll get us out of here'