forbidden flame
Title: Forbidden Flame (Part 8)
Pairing: HanHae
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Donghae was just a plaything who was bought to please. And it's not even fun when he falls for the one who paid to keep him, who also vowed never to love.
Two days. It has been two days, and that’s for how long Donghae had been wondering almost every minute what could possibly have happened to Hangeng. Ever since that day at Siwon’s party, the other man had been different. He was colder towards him, he spoke without meeting his eyes and worst yet, he hadn’t touched Donghae ever since that night-except if you count the occasional passes of the skin when he passed him the newspaper in the morning- or the brush of the hand when they passed each other. Never has it been this awkward between the two men.
He remembered the first time they met. Donghae had hated Hangeng, very much, so much that he could still remember the happiness that bubbled inside him when he spat onto the other’s face. He couldn’t believe how someone could be so inhumane as to treat another human being, someone who has complete rights over his own body, as part of the deal for his father to keep his inn. He’d called Hangeng names, all kinds of names that he could get out of his head and learnt in his 20 years of life. Until today, he still laughed at the ridiculous names he’d shouted into the young heir’s face.
Their first night. Donghae had struggled and fought the other man on their first night together-and it had taken a busted lip, a scratched chest, and a kick in the shin for the taller man before Donghae finally gave in. That was also the one and only time Hangeng had hurt him. His hands were tied above his head with rope, Donghae shuddered at the memory. His legs were spread wide, hard hands gripped his hips painfully, and the extreme pain that burned in his ass as the other buried himself into him for the first time. The younger man had cried out at the intrusion as his delicate skin tore and blood mixed with milky essence.
It was a nightmare. Hangeng had not paid any attention to his discomfort at all-the hard thrusts just kept coming and coming, each plunge moved deeper and deeper until it hit something deep inside of him. Donghae had cried out, but it puzzled him, because it felt good. The stimulation was so intense and dark pleasure vibrated from his groin and up his spine. The other man had laughed at him then and Donghae had never felt such humiliation in his life before. Hatred and pleasure battled for dominance but not long after, he released a strangled cry the same time he saw stars. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he trembled with anger. And things have been much more complicated since then.
Each night with Hangeng soon became easier for Donghae- the humiliation that slapped viciously onto his esteem was ceasing to exist. It took lesser and lesser struggle, until finally there came a day when he instantly reacted to Hangeng’s touches. He moaned when the elder put his hands on him, grunted when his hard cock was teased and licked-he cried out in desperate plea when Hangeng thrust right into him.
Struggles turned into a frantic need for the other’s touch, and humiliation became desire…
Donghae was surprised himself, at how fast things progressed, at how quickly things changed between them. He no longer cowered from Hangeng’s touch and instead, he craved for it. He wanted it so much that he didn’t even mind when the young heir took him right there against the main door of his house that one time. He had giggled when Hangeng received a warning letter from the police the next day for him to watch his conduct-and from that day on, Donghae decided that neighbours can be so annoying sometimes.
Not long after, the younger man finds himself feeling rather warm, and this baffled him because the winter chill was rather strong. It was on that particular winter night, when snowflakes were raining down on their heads as they walked through the park that it happened. Hangeng’s hands brushed his and electricity sparked from where their skin touched-Donghae knew that’s it.
When hatred morphed beautifully into love… And life had been rather difficult for him ever since.
It was pain and bliss, then hot and cold, and lastly contentment. The pain in his heart when he knew Hangeng will never love him. The bliss he felt whenever Hangeng is around and near him. The red hot inferno that claimed his body, overwhelming his sense of control as Hangeng claimed his body and soul. The coldness that gripped his heart as Hangeng always leaves him after the sex alone in their bed, only to come back into the room after he’d fallen asleep.
And the contentment of just being able to be a part of Hangeng’s life. It doesn’t matter anymore if Donghae had any chance with him-all that matters is he gets to be with him. Even if he’s only a pet who only existed when the young heir sought pleasure, Donghae doesn’t mind.
“I love you.”
Donghae blurted out and Hangeng stiffened across the dining table, opposite of him. His hands gripped the newspaper he was previously reading before he was stunned wide eyed, at the younger man’s abrupt confession. Donghae held his breath as he waited for an answer, not entirely believing that he’d said what he had been thinking.
Hangeng blinked as he stared blankly at the bulletin, not daring to meet the other in the eyes. He cleared his throat and swallowed. “I-I think I have something urgent I need to see to.” He stood up and pushed the chair back with the back of his knees, the legs screeched on the marble floor as it was being pushed back, and the sound echoed in the suddenly silent house. Hangeng reached for the doorknob just when a hand grabbed firmly onto his wrist.
“I love you.”
The voice was soft and meek yet at the same time full of determination and certainty. Hangeng turned to meet a pair of earnest round eyes. “Donghae-“
The rest of his sentence was cut off as lips met his. Donghae locked his arms around the other’s neck as he brought his lips hard against Hangeng’s. There was nothing sensual about the kiss, just a hard firm press of lips against lips.
Hangeng’s head knocked against the door behind him at the surprise amount of force when the smaller man nearly pounced onto him. He felt arms clinging to him and for once, he didn’t know where to place his. The lips attacking his gentled and nipped his lower one, “I love you.”
Then, like a sudden alarm of reminder, Hangeng tensed up-his body, a rigid standing pole. He raised his hands and pushed against the other’s chest, hard.
Stunned, Donghae staggered at the force and panted as he stared back at the young heir. “Geng-“
“Don’t-“
The younger man saw the emotions twirling in the other’s eyes and thought he saw among those depths, that there was pain. “Please,” He took a step forward only to have Hangeng taking a retreating step back. The elder bit his lower lip and shook his head slightly before he turned abruptly. Yanking the door open, he stalked out of the house.
“Hangeng!”
Donghae called out as he chased after the other man. Tears welled up in his eyes as he regretted his earlier confession. He shouldn’t have… no… He should have just been like how he always had been- to be contented with just being around Hangeng and not hope for more. He should have just left their relationship at where it was and-
“DONGHAE NO-“
Hangeng turned when he heard the deafening screech of rubber. His eyes widened in horror when he saw an oncoming car coming at high speed. Nonononono.
It hurts, but it’s a different kind of hurt this time round. It wasn’t like the usual ache in his heart, but a sharp pain in his ribs. He felt breathless and the last thing he saw before his world went black, was the face of the man he loved-and Donghae let his remaining strength be focused on mustering a smile. He’ll be all right.
“I couldn’t pull him back in time. The car came too fast…”
To Be Continued--
P.S. Um... I'm sorry? ):