Sick, Key/Minho
Warnings for: Bondage, bloodplay, rape, brain-dead writing
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Lines of blood created a pattern across Minho's bare chest, not that he could see them through the material over his eyes which now stuck to his lids after becoming wet with his tears. He could sure as hell feel them, stinging and dripping blood all down to his waist, unless Key caught the drop to lick from his finger.
"You look amazing." Key told him, leaning in to nuzzle the human's cheek. "What part should we do next?"
Minho jerked his head away, shaking, but speaking in a firm voice. "Don't do this." A second later, he felt Key's fist slam hard against his jaw, which effectively silenced him. He felt too much blood leaking over his bottom lip, tasted it running through his mouth, and wondered if his jaw was broken.
Key lifted his chin, and Minho knew it was coming before it came. The vampire licked up his chin, then dipped his tongue into the blood filled mouth. Minho could only take it, his head still reeling from the hit.
Minho's jaw felt sore, and moreso when Key's tongue roughly poked around his mouth, and he did groan, even if it was all he could manage. Key didn't slow, instead, he fisted both of his hands into Minho's hair and pulled him deeper into the unwanted kiss, deeper onto the vampire's tongue. He could feel Key's fangs setting on his lips, and he shivered, because if he decided to use those, then Minho's bond with Onew could too soon be over. He groaned again, wanting to warn Key of this, needing him not to get carried away, and he thought for a moment the vampire got the picture - because he pulled back, still gripping his hands in Minho's hair.
Minho twisted his head, hoping that Key's hands may knock the blindfold loose, but there was no such luck. Key only held the black locks more tightly, and laughed. "I can tell you're not a masochist at least."
He bounced lightly in Minho's lap, making Minho cringe.
"I like that. Masochists are far too common, you know? And it's just not as fun for me if you like it."
Minho thought of Key, who was far from bad looking, yet he still couldn't comprehend how anyone would like kissing him. He was too awful of a person to even deserve a kiss that wasn't stolen.
"You know what is fun, though?" Key questioned, scooting back a bit on Minho's legs. Minho didn't answer. He remained still, blood dripping lightly from the corner of his mouth.
"When you make them like it." Key answered himself, wrapping his cold fingers around Minho's cock for the second time. "Don't do that." Minho was quick to say, his mouth hurting as he spoke.
"Why not?"
"I won't." Minho answered. "I won't like it."
"Of course you won't. Not unless you're sick, right? Let's find out if you are." Key's hands moved, one on Minho's cock, the sliding up to his chest, smearing the blood that covered it around, harshly caressing it into slashed skin.
Tears fell again as unwanted heat rushed towards Minho's pelvis, even under the coldness of Key's hand, and he twisted his hips again, in a much weaker attempt to throw Key off. All it served to do was make Key irate, and nails dug into wounds at his chest, making him scream out.
Key's voice had changed when he spoke again, something husky and sexual, "I don't know, it looks like you might be sick. You're starting to feel a little hot, baby."
Minho sobbed and banged his head back against the headboard, tears dripping from behind his blindfold all over again.
"I usually have to at least use my mouth." Key said, "This is kind of pathetic. Don't tell me you're a virgin, baby. You are, aren't you? I'll take care of you."
Minho whimpered steadily as Key leaned forward, assaulting his mouth with his tongue once again. It was still too sore to feel good, and he wanted to focus on that pain, but instead he kept feeling jolts of pleasure as Key's palm warmed against his stiffening cock, while hating every second of it.
Key's voice was even lower, even more sexual now, and somehow cruel. He spoke forcefully against Minho's mouth. "You must be a virgin because you're embarrassed of this little thing, right? Poor baby doesn't want to be seen? I see you now. Every. little. flaw." With his last words, he squeezed Minho for emphasis, and Minho gasped in response. It felt too good now. He was too hard now. But he can't help it, right?
Guilt flooded him as his heart felt the opposite, that he was even more of a freak than he'd realized, that he might as well be wearing eyeliner and tight pants because he was getting off while he was bleeding, tied up and with someone he hated.
He fought himself all the way, but he couldn't hold back, especially when Key's wet tight little mouth sucked him inside, and that's when he surrendered. He tried to focus his thoughts elsewhere, imagine someone else being with him because he was blindfolded after all, yet this mouth was so much more fucking practiced than Jessica's and hell if anyone else had ever done this, and though he could imagine a pop idol if he wanted to, it was Key. It felt like Key, and he was still sick enough to like it.
He was probably about to come in the mouth of the man who would soon kill him.
It was so much later when he did, but he did, pleasure controlling his body, jerking his hips up, making him shudder and cry and moan. Key's mouth that had become so hot left him feeling so cold when it was gone, and what was worse, the vampire would talk more.
And the first thing he said was, "You are sick."
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This fic is based in the universe that belongs to my multi-chaptered fics Open Window and it's sequel White Noise.
This fic was written for lefty_215 ;_; i'msorryifitsfail
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Lines of blood created a pattern across Minho's bare chest, not that he could see them through the material over his eyes which now stuck to his lids after becoming wet with his tears. He could sure as hell feel them, stinging and dripping blood all down to his waist, unless Key caught the drop to lick from his finger.
"You look amazing." Key told him, leaning in to nuzzle the human's cheek. "What part should we do next?"
Minho jerked his head away, shaking, but speaking in a firm voice. "Don't do this." A second later, he felt Key's fist slam hard against his jaw, which effectively silenced him. He felt too much blood leaking over his bottom lip, tasted it running through his mouth, and wondered if his jaw was broken.
Key lifted his chin, and Minho knew it was coming before it came. The vampire licked up his chin, then dipped his tongue into the blood filled mouth. Minho could only take it, his head still reeling from the hit.
Minho's jaw felt sore, and moreso when Key's tongue roughly poked around his mouth, and he did groan, even if it was all he could manage. Key didn't slow, instead, he fisted both of his hands into Minho's hair and pulled him deeper into the unwanted kiss, deeper onto the vampire's tongue. He could feel Key's fangs setting on his lips, and he shivered, because if he decided to use those, then Minho's bond with Onew could too soon be over. He groaned again, wanting to warn Key of this, needing him not to get carried away, and he thought for a moment the vampire got the picture - because he pulled back, still gripping his hands in Minho's hair.
Minho twisted his head, hoping that Key's hands may knock the blindfold loose, but there was no such luck. Key only held the black locks more tightly, and laughed. "I can tell you're not a masochist at least."
He bounced lightly in Minho's lap, making Minho cringe.
"I like that. Masochists are far too common, you know? And it's just not as fun for me if you like it."
Minho thought of Key, who was far from bad looking, yet he still couldn't comprehend how anyone would like kissing him. He was too awful of a person to even deserve a kiss that wasn't stolen.
"You know what is fun, though?" Key questioned, scooting back a bit on Minho's legs. Minho didn't answer. He remained still, blood dripping lightly from the corner of his mouth.
"When you make them like it." Key answered himself, wrapping his cold fingers around Minho's cock for the second time. "Don't do that." Minho was quick to say, his mouth hurting as he spoke.
"Why not?"
"I won't." Minho answered. "I won't like it."
"Of course you won't. Not unless you're sick, right? Let's find out if you are." Key's hands moved, one on Minho's cock, the sliding up to his chest, smearing the blood that covered it around, harshly caressing it into slashed skin.
Tears fell again as unwanted heat rushed towards Minho's pelvis, even under the coldness of Key's hand, and he twisted his hips again, in a much weaker attempt to throw Key off. All it served to do was make Key irate, and nails dug into wounds at his chest, making him scream out.
Key's voice had changed when he spoke again, something husky and sexual, "I don't know, it looks like you might be sick. You're starting to feel a little hot, baby."
Minho sobbed and banged his head back against the headboard, tears dripping from behind his blindfold all over again.
"I usually have to at least use my mouth." Key said, "This is kind of pathetic. Don't tell me you're a virgin, baby. You are, aren't you? I'll take care of you."
Minho whimpered steadily as Key leaned forward, assaulting his mouth with his tongue once again. It was still too sore to feel good, and he wanted to focus on that pain, but instead he kept feeling jolts of pleasure as Key's palm warmed against his stiffening cock, while hating every second of it.
Key's voice was even lower, even more sexual now, and somehow cruel. He spoke forcefully against Minho's mouth. "You must be a virgin because you're embarrassed of this little thing, right? Poor baby doesn't want to be seen? I see you now. Every. little. flaw." With his last words, he squeezed Minho for emphasis, and Minho gasped in response. It felt too good now. He was too hard now. But he can't help it, right?
Guilt flooded him as his heart felt the opposite, that he was even more of a freak than he'd realized, that he might as well be wearing eyeliner and tight pants because he was getting off while he was bleeding, tied up and with someone he hated.
He fought himself all the way, but he couldn't hold back, especially when Key's wet tight little mouth sucked him inside, and that's when he surrendered. He tried to focus his thoughts elsewhere, imagine someone else being with him because he was blindfolded after all, yet this mouth was so much more fucking practiced than Jessica's and hell if anyone else had ever done this, and though he could imagine a pop idol if he wanted to, it was Key. It felt like Key, and he was still sick enough to like it.
He was probably about to come in the mouth of the man who would soon kill him.
It was so much later when he did, but he did, pleasure controlling his body, jerking his hips up, making him shudder and cry and moan. Key's mouth that had become so hot left him feeling so cold when it was gone, and what was worse, the vampire would talk more.
And the first thing he said was, "You are sick."
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This fic is based in the universe that belongs to my multi-chaptered fics Open Window and it's sequel White Noise.
This fic was written for lefty_215 ;_; i'msorryifitsfail