The Killing Games-Chapter 3
Two days passed before people found out that Jungsu was dead. The pool wasn’t even open when Kyuhyun had gone there, and it had been closed for the weekend, so there was absolutely no way the crime could be traced back to Kyuhyun when the body of Park Jungsu was found at the bottom of the pool, all bloated and beautifully gruesome.
People were shocked, but of course they were. Jungsu was quite the social butterfly, so nearly the entire city knew him, or at least knew of him. There was chaos, and it was glorious to perhaps the only calm one about the situation, Kyuhyun.
For once Kyuhyun didn’t mind that gossip that traveled about the train in hushed whispers, because it was about the death of Jungsu, the death that he brought about. He loved hearing the way the people were terrified, were disgusted about the images of the body. He loved that the police didn’t suspect foul play, merely a harmless accident. Kyuhyun’s lips quirked into a small smirk; it was funny how such harmless accidents could trigger so much discord.
“Oh my god, Kui Xian!” Zhou Mi exclaimed the moment Kyuhyun entered the bank. “Have you heard the news? Oh god, of course you have, everyone’s heard! But can you believe it? Dead. Dead! Drowned in a pool, Kui Xian. Drowned!” He shuddered visibly, apparently not noticing the way Kyuhyun was almost smiling at his obvious terror. “What a way to go, huh? Slow, painful, miserable…a burning sensation in the lungs…”
Kyuhyun had to work quite hard to keep his smirk from growing; the way Zhou Mi was describing the death was almost too wonderful to be true. Jungsu had suffered as he drowned, had flailed hopelessly as the water filled and burned his throat and lungs, slowly and most certainly painfully killing him.
“Kui Xian? Why aren’t you replying? Oh god, you’re more terrified than I am, aren’t you?!” Zhou Mi exclaimed, long, wonderfully breakable limbs flailing about.
“I’m fine, Zhou Mi. Just tired. Neighbors were up early chattering away about the death, waking me up far too early,” he said casually, as if the neighbors were merely chattering away about the weather rather than the death of Park Jungsu. “Perhaps he should have learned to swim, rather than worry about climbing the ever elite social tower, hmm?”
Zhou Mi didn’t reply, didn’t know how to reply. His work mate’s cold, casualty of the situation sent chills down his spine, and he soon excused himself to deal with the customers that would be coming in shortly.
Kyuhyun wore a smug grin as he made his way to his office, and was quite surprised to see a short, thin man placing a steaming mug of coffee at his desk. His grin vanished and his eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Who are you and what are you doing here?”
The man straightened and turned gracefully, almost like a ballerina, to face Kyuhyun. Everything about him screamed petite; from his face to his thin figure and his tiny wrists. He gave Kyuhyun an almost shy, embarrassed smile as a light blush graced his prominent cheeks. “Sorry, Kyuhyun-sshi. My name is Kim Ryeowook, and I’m the replacement janitor until Yesung-sshi returns.”
Kyuhyun wanted to laugh darkly and tell him that Yesung would never be returning, but he wasn’t supposed to know that. No one knew that, except for obviously Siwon and the people that found Yesung’s body. So instead he crossed his arms and leaned against his doorframe, positioning his body to look as tall and threatening as he could. “So that’s who you are. But what are you doing here?”
“I was told by Henli-sshi that you like black coffee when you arrive, and that Yesung-sshi would bring it for you. Since I’m taking over his position, I thought it my duty to do so as well. I was hoping to be out before you arrived so as to not get in your way, but you arrived a bit earlier than I was told you would,” Ryeowook said, smartly choosing not to make eye contact with Kyuhyun, as Kyuhyun had a dark gaze. “My apologies for imposing.”
Kyuhyun gave a short hum in response and entered his office, tilting his head as a signal for Ryeowook to leave. Ryeowook took the hint and gave a ninety degree bow before shuffling quietly out of the room.
Kyuhyun shut his door and sat as his desk, immediately grabbing the mug and sighing as the warmth spread over his hands. Ryeowook was a decent sort of janitor, pity for Yesung that he wasn’t like that. Maybe if he were quiet and treated Kyuhyun with respect like Ryeowook had, he wouldn’t be pushing up daisies at the moment. But no, he had to be a bumbling fool, and for that he was dead.
Kyuhyun chuckled deeply and sipped the coffee, noticing that Ryeowook hadn’t tried to slip sugar into it as Yesung often had to ‘cheer him up’. Ryeowook could stick around, for now. After all, someone needed to bring him his coffee and clean up after the office.
But if Ryeowook was one of those annoying, singing, humming types, he’d be gone by the end of the week. Kyuhyun would make sure of it.
The day passed slowly for Kyuhyun, and he was itching to just do something other than fill out paperwork. Heechul had stopped coming to him for financial help, so he had a whole, one hour time slot in which there was nothing to do.
So he observed his colleagues through the blinds covering his office windows, watching them but unable to be watched by them. The tellers and customer service workers were smiling obnoxiously, being sickeningly sweet to their customers. Henry was glaring at a calculator, as if it were the fault of the electronic for his errors. Siwon was standing all tall and mighty outside his own office, watching everyone as if he owned them, as if he had already inherited the bank. Ryeowook was in the small kitchen area, cleaning up the mess Shindong had left behind as he left the room with a messy bowl of kimchi in his hands.
He was annoyed now, watching them all, his peace from his previous murder now long gone. He needed that feeling again, that pure, blissful feeling, and he needed it soon. He watched them through narrowed eyes, trying to decide who to pick off next. Perhaps Zhou Mi. The man who loved to go to Kyuhyun and attempt small talk was increasingly annoying as the days went by, and he was certainly a major contributor to the headaches Kyuhyun nearly always left work with.
Zhou Mi had long limbs, but he was obviously not muscular at all. Bones were easily broken if hit in the right place. It would be interesting to see Zhou Mi try to flail when his joints were all out of place, his bones shattered.
A knock on his door brought him out of his almost peaceful reverie, and he dropped the piece of blind he had lifted to observe his colleagues before straightening his suit and opening the door.
“Hi Kyuhyun!” the man at the door chirped, smiling far too cheerily and acting far too chipper for Kyuhyun to handle at the moment. “Do you have a client right now, or can you help me out?”
Kyuhyun suppressed the sigh that was threatening to bubble past his lips as he let the shorter male in before shutting the door behind him and settling across from the man at his desk. “Sungmin. What do you need help with today?”
Sungmin showed him his papers, and Kyuhyun set about working on it for him as Sungmin babbled away about this and that, complimenting Kyuhyun on how nicely his tie brought his eyes out. He spoke of things he bought and of his family, but never once mentioned the death that everyone else seemed to be talking about. Perhaps Sungmin wasn’t the sort to enjoy talking about death, but he did seem to enjoy talking about just about everything else.
“Everything is in order,” Kyuhyun said, pushing the paper toward Sungmin and cutting the man off just as he was telling him about a puppy he saw in the window on his walk over to the bank. “You did everything correctly, so unless you have any more questions for me, you are free to go after the payment.”
Sungmin bit his lip, falling silent for a few rare, glorious seconds, looking as if he were debating something. “Erm…Kyuhyun?” he began hesitantly, and Kyuhyun had to yet again resist the urge to sigh.
“Yes, Sungmin?”
“I did have one more question for you…” Sungmin said, twiddling his fingers and suddenly fascinated by Kyuhyun’s watch, as he was staring rather intently at it.
“Yes?” Kyuhyun asked, impatient for Sungmin to just say whatever was on his mind already.
“Well, you know about the movie theater in town, the really big one that gets all the movies first? It’s really a cute theater and the snacks and drinks are cheap the seats are really comfy and…” he continued to babble about the cute theater, big eyes blinking and still refusing to look at Kyuhyun.
“Sungmin, just spit out whatever you want to say and stop beating around the bush. I need to go on lunch break soon,” Kyuhyun said, only a sliver of patience still remaining.
Sungmin squirmed slightly in his seat and pulled out two tickets, blushing and finally looking at Kyuhyun. “I got two tickets but my friend bailed out on me so I would like it if you would go with me tonight please,” he said in a hurry, his eyes squeezed shut in anticipation.
Kyuhyun was ready to refuse, but then Sungmin was staring up at him, eyes wide and lips pouting out in such a pathetic, begging manner that Kyuhyun couldn’t say no, especially since Sungmin would most likely go on and on about why he should and do anything in his power to get Kyuhyun to agree. So to save himself a major migraine, Kyuhyun agreed with a nod.
Sungmin bit his lip to keep a girly squeal from escaping his lips as he beamed widely and all but leapt out of his seat, face simply radiant as he stared adoringly at Kyuhyun. “Great!” he exclaimed when he was sure he could speak without squeaking. “I’ll pick you up around seven? Where do you live?”
“We can just meet at the theater,” Kyuhyun said, unwilling to give the man his private home address.
“Oh, nonsense!” Sungmin said with a dismissive wave of his hand. “I’ll pick you up! You know, to save you from wasting money on gas. Just tell me your address, don’t be shy now!”
Kyuhyun would have loved to point out that Sungmin was previously being incredibly shy, but that would most likely result in Sungmin rambling on again, so he scribbled down the name of his apartment building on the back of one of his cards before handing it to Sungmin.
“I’ll be in front of the building at seven. No need to come in,” Kyuhyun said, eyes narrowing in warning, mentally telling Sungmin that if he tries to get in, he would most certainly kill him.
“Works for me!” Sungmin chirped. He gathered his belongings and headed over to the office door before throwing it open with a smile. He looked over his shoulder as he walked out and called out, “See you later tonight, Kyuhyun,” attracting the attention of just about everyone in the bank, particularly the attention of a certain annoying, lanky teller.
Zhou Mi was zooming into Kyuhyun’s office in no time, squealing how Sungmin had wanted to squeal and, of course, flailing those limbs of his. “Oh my god, Kui Xian!” he exclaimed, giggling. “You’re going on a date with Sungmin-sshi! Oh I can’t believe it this is too cute where are you going??”
It took Kyuhyun a few seconds to process all that the man had said, as he was speaking rapidly in his accented Korean, rather poorly, Kyuhyun would add, and when he did understand, he wanted to roll his eyes. What was this, high school?
“Zhou Mi, it’s no big deal, honestly,” Kyuhyun said curtly. “I only agreed to go because he was practically begging and he would never shut up if I chose not to go.”
Zhou Mi ignored that answer and continued to go on about how wonderful it was, and wouldn’t leave until it was finally time for everyone to head home.
Kyuhyun didn’t do anything special before the date he was more or less forced into. He saw no need to, so he just dressed casually in jeans and a t-shirt, his usual attire when he wasn’t at the bank.
Sungmin was prompt in arriving to pick him up, which was fortunate for Sungmin, because Kyuhyun hated it when people were late. He hated it when they were early, too. There is a set time for arrival for a reason. Anyone who is there earlier has no life, and anyone there later thinks they’re too good to have a designated arrival time. But Sungmin arrived right when he said he would, but looked far too excited and eager for Kyuhyun’s liking.
Sungmin’s car was clean, almost obsessively so, but it was better than having to ride in a dirty car. Sungmin blabbered away about nonsense the whole ride, of course, but Kyuhyun was able to tune him out by thinking about the images of a head smashed beyond recognition and a bloated body floating at the bottom of a pool.
Sungmin bought the tickets, Sungmin bought the snacks that Kyuhyun didn’t want, Sungmin bought everything. The movie was a horror film, and while Sungmin was trembling nearly the entire time, Kyuhyun had to bite back the urge to yawn. The serial killer’s techniques were very poor, he had far too many slip-ups, and didn’t kill nearly enough people.
In Kyuhyun’s opinion, it was like the killer wanted to get caught. He shouldn’t have wasted his time trying to cover up his tracks in the end; it would have been much more efficient to clean up as he went along. And killing the woman that rejected him was far too obvious, especially since he also killed the man the woman went for instead.
Kyuhyun could have done a much better job, and he would have been able to kill more, and he wouldn’t have gotten caught. Honestly, strangulation with bare hands was the wrong way to go about it. At least use a thin wire, or gloves at the very least. At least if he used a wire, he would have been able to cut them and see that crimson blood seep out.
Kyuhyun was in a foul mood after the movie, and the fact that Sungmin was clinging to him wasn’t helping in the least bit. Kyuhyun wanted to kill, wanted to prove that he was a better killer than the one portrayed in the movie.
But there were too many people around, too many possible witnesses. Perhaps if it were completely crowded, to the point that everyone was pressed against one another, then Kyuhyun could kill Sungmin in the confusing bundle of people. However, there weren’t that many people; there were just too many to get away with killing someone in the open.
“Kyuhyun…” Sungmin began, loosening his grip on Kyuhyun but not quite letting go of him. “Would you like to get some dinner with me? My treat!”
Kyuhyun wanted to disagree, but he was quite hungry, so a free meal, provided by Sungmin, would be to his advantage.
They drove far out, and the ride was surprisingly silent, much to Kyuhyun’s relief. He glanced over at Sungmin, who had a content look on his face as he focused on the road.
“Thanks for agreeing to spend the evening with me, Kyuhyun,” Sungmin said, quietly and shyly. Kyuhyun just hummed and nodded in response, and the ride continued on in silence.
Sungmin pulled into the parking lot of an old restaurant, the likes of one seen in an old-fashioned movie. It looked almost abandoned, and Kyuhyun would have thought it so if not for the tacky, flickering neon light that said open. Kyuhyun raised an eyebrow at the restaurant, not impressed in the least bit.
Sungmin, seeing Kyuhyun’s expression, shrugged. “I know it’s not the nicest looking place, but they have the best Western food in Korea. The milkshakes are to die for,” Sungmin said, grinning at the thought of a milkshake.
Kyuhyun smirked, liking Sungmin’s choice of words. Die.
Kyuhyun ate in silence, choosing to ignore Sungmin’s aimless chatter as he spoke more than he ate. It didn’t matter to Kyuhyun though, because that meant more food for him, and he could easily block out Sungmin’s voice because he was thinking, formulating a plan.
Kyuhyun knew what Sungmin was up to the moment they pulled out of the diner’s parking lot. Sungmin wasn’t driving in the direction of Kyuhyun’s apartment, and he wasn’t driving toward his house either. Kyuhyun knew where Sungmin lived because he was his client and he had access to all of his information. He knew that Sungmin lived alone in a quaint little house on the nice side of town, not the run-down side of town where they were currently headed.
Sungmin was quiet once again during the car trip to wherever they were going, and Kyuhyun reveled in the silence. He watched where Sungmin was driving, thought of all the possible end-points they could have to this trip, and none of them were that great. There was a garbage dump one way, a little neighborhood high in crime another way and a bunch of run-down buildings the final way. Kyuhyun didn’t know which he’d prefer. Probably the garbage dump. It would be easy to dispose of a body there.
“Sungmin, where are we going?” Kyuhyun finally asked, not liking the way that bead of sweat was trailing down from Sungmin’s forehead, down his pale neck and dipping beneath the collar of his shirt. Sungmin was nervous, and Kyuhyun didn’t know why. Not knowing bothered him. “Neither of us lives this way.”
Sungmin cleared his throat, and Kyuhyun took note of the way his knuckles whitened as he tightened his grip on the steering wheel. “Just thought I’d show you another place I know. You might like it.”
“I doubt that,” Kyuhyun stated, staring out the window. “This place is terribly run-down. One of us could easily get killed here.”
Sungmin laughed lightly, though Kyuhyun could hear the slight edge in it. “No we won’t, I promise. The place I’m taking you is safe.”
“You shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep, Sungmin,” Kyuhyun stated ominously, peering at Sungmin out of the corner of his eye, watching the way Sungmin’s shudder racked his body just the slightest bit.
“We’re here,” Sungmin said suddenly, bringing the car to an abrupt halt and making Kyuhyun jerk in his seat. “Don’t worry; it’s safe outside.”
Kyuhyun wasn’t really concerned about that, because he had killed two people already. Unlike most killers in Korea, Kyuhyun was smart. Kyuhyun thought before he killed, while he killed. He could get himself out of a sticky situation should the need arise. Not that he’d want to risk it, but it was still reassuring knowing that he could defend himself.
Kyuhyun stepped out of the car, shivering slightly when the cool air struck his skin. The cold was instantly gone, however, when Sungmin stood beside him, pressing their arms together as Sungmin began to walk, gesturing for him to follow. Kyuhyun walked beside him, following a path that was only visible to Sungmin.
They walked for about ten minutes, Sungmin talking but not babbling, but Kyuhyun didn’t want to hear it regardless.
“My parents used to take me here when I was younger,” Sungmin said, gesturing around him. “We went camping here. For ten years straight we’d come here on my birthday, without fail. We’d stay for a whole two weeks, too.”
Kyuhyun nodded, because that seemed like the only appropriate response in the situation.
“Then they died…” Sungmin said, almost too casually as his eyes took on a distant look. “I was taken to an orphanage and then later adopted. I stopped smiling, stopped coming here.”
Sungmin was silent, and Kyuhyun knew Sungmin wanted him to ask what made him come back, what made him start smiling again. But Kyuhyun was never the sort to initiate, or even continue, discussions such as these.
Sungmin cleared his throat, trying to dispel the awkward atmosphere. “I opened up a bit in college. A few years later, I met you, at the bank,” Sungmin said. “You reminded me a little of myself.”
Kyuhyun found that impossible to believe. Sungmin was always smiling, always bubbly, talking constantly and loved everyone. Kyuhyun was his polar opposite, and there was no way they had anything in common.
“Kyuhyun, you’re quiet and you don’t like interacting with people,” Sungmin explained, as if Kyuhyun didn’t already know this. “You don’t grow close to people. I…I was like that when my parents died, and I was like that up until college.”
“You don’t know me,” Kyuhyun said, hands casually placed in his pockets. “You couldn’t possibly understand me.”
“But I do,” Sungmin insisted. “At least a little. I know what it’s like to not want to have anything to do with anyone else.”
“Then why do you insist on trying to grow close to me?” Kyuhyun demanded, slowly losing his cool before realizing that they were standing before a cottage now.
Sungmin almost growled in frustration as he pushed Kyuhyun against the door, with a strength Kyuhyun didn’t know that the smaller man possessed. “Because that’s life, Kyuhyun. Whether you want to or not, you will find someone you want to grow close to. But when that time comes, you won’t know what to do because you’ve shut everyone else out.”
“You’re being preposterous,” Kyuhyun stated, struggling to escape from Sungmin’s seemingly iron grip.
“Don’t shut me out, Kyuhyun,” Sungmin said through gritted teeth, desperation in his normally-twinkling eyes.
Kyuhyun didn’t know how it happened, but suddenly Sungmin had his lips on his, massaging Kyuhyun’s mouth open with his mouth and slipping his tongue in.
This was new.
Kyuhyun wasn’t stupid; he knew what this was, he had just never experienced. He’d been an odd kid, and even growing up he had a cold personality that people shied away from. Sure, people found him good looking, but they were all too afraid to try something like this with him.
His body was rebelling against his mind, the rational part of him decided, when he felt himself reacting to each touch, to each caress and each kiss. His back arched into Sungmin against his will, his hands found their way into Sungmin’s hair, his head tilted and his mouth opened wider and his tongue began undulating against Sungmin’s.
His mind screamed no, but his body screamed yes. He was conflicted, and he hated being conflicted. He was at a loss of what to do, and he hated that uncertainty.
He tightened his grip on Sungmin’s hair, tugged on it, pulling Sungmin closer as he took his anger out on Sungmin the way his body wanted him to. Sungmin’s mouth left his and trailed down his neck, biting down on his Adam’s apple, making his head loll back and hit the cottage door, almost painfully.
Sungmin’s hands found their way up his shirt, Sungmin’s cool fingers defying all laws of chemistry and burning his flesh. His body yearned for more touches, even as his mind was telling him to get away fast.
One of Sungmin’s hands left his flesh long enough to find the doorknob, and then they were tumbling into the cottage, Sungmin expertly kicking the door shut before falling onto the ground, Kyuhyun’s back hitting the wooden floor, Sungmin right on top of him. It was a flurry of hot, confusing touches and Kyuhyun knew he was losing himself in them.
Clothes. Clothes got in the way. Clothes stopped him from feeling the incredible sensation of burning, freezing touches against his skin. Clothes stopped him from digging his own fingers into Sungmin’s tender flesh. Clothes were irrelevant, and they needed to be eliminated.
Sungmin seemed to be thinking the same thing, because his hands were already tearing Kyuhyun’s shirt off and fumbling with the zipper of Kyuhyun’s pants, surprisingly never ending his ministrations of his lips, teeth and tongue against Kyuhyun’s skin. His mouth had long abandoned Kyuhyun’s neck in favor of his torso and stomach, and going steadily lower until Kyuhyun was bucking uncontrollably.
“Fuck, we can’t do this on the floor,” Sungmin groaned around his mouthful of Kyuhyun, and Kyuhyun came as the vibrations from Sungmin’s mouth traveled along his length.
Kyuhyun didn’t care where they did it, as long as they did it soon. As in now, because his patience was gone with the rest of his rational thinking, the part of him that told him to avoid these situations because human attachment was stupid.
Sungmin stood and Kyuhyun followed, realizing that he needed to have Sungmin pressed against a mattress, sofa, counter…any solid surface. They surprisingly made it to the bedroom before Kyuhyun completely lost it, leaving a trail of what little clothes they still had on behind.
Kyuhyun pressed Sungmin into the mattress, becoming more aroused at the sound of the whimper that slipped past Sungmin’s succulent lips. Kyuhyun fell onto him, and Sungmin gladly accepted Kyuhyun’s weight, wriggled beneath him as they fit each other’s curves in all the right ways.
This was a new side of Sungmin, the Sungmin that was shamelessly dry-humping against Kyuhyun’s leg and biting Kyuhyun’s shoulder. This was different than cheery Sungmin, different than talkative Sungmin. The only sounds that spilled from this Sungmin’s lips were moan and whimpers and dirty talk that had Kyuhyun grinding back with just as much need.
Sungmin was a beast, absolute wildfire in bed. Every touch had Kyuhyun on fire, and Sungmin was everywhere at once, leaving not an inch of Kyuhyun’s skin untouched. Kyuhyun growled lowly like an animal, gripping Sungmin’s thighs and surely bruising them as he spread them apart.
No preparation, there was no time for that. Kyuhyun wanted to take him raw, and so he did, slamming into him without much warning. Sungmin shrieked, but for once Kyuhyun reveled in the loud sound. It spurred him on, wanting to hear more of those arousing sounds. He slammed in and out with wanton abandon, and soon the moans became more lusty than pained, and Kyuhyun lost that sliver of rationality he had left.
Kyuhyun found that if he angled his thrust just the right way, Sungmin’s eyes would squeeze shut and he would clench around him, increasing the pleasure for Kyuhyun. A particular hard thrust had Sungmin crying out in pain, though it wasn’t entirely Kyuhyun’s fault.
The mattress was old, used, and there were loose springs. One of those springs were sticking out, shiny and sharp and now tipped with Sungmin’s blood.
Blood. Beautiful, crimson colored blood. Kyuhyun, pulling out while still hard and groaning in time with Sungmin, bent down to examine the scraped shoulder of Sungmin. His tongue flitted out past his teeth and lips, and he ran it along the cut, and Sungmin moaned and his entire body shuddered. The blood was sweet but bitter, like dark chocolate. Except this was thick and warm and it slid over his tongue and down his throat in a wonderful way. It was fucking fantastic, and he bent down, sucking on Sungmin’s shoulder for more.
It turned Kyuhyun on, the taste and feel of Sungmin’s blood slipping down his throat. The sucking turned Sungmin on, and soon Kyuhyun was biting Sungmin’s flesh hard enough to draw more blood, which he immediately lapped up. It was twisted, sick and wrong, but then Kyuhyun was never considered normal by regular human standards.
The blood wasn’t coming out fast enough. Human teeth weren’t made for the purpose of slicing through flesh; they were flat and meant for measly biting and chewing of more tender foods. Kyuhyun reached forward, grabbing that loose spring that had drawn the first drops of blood.
There was fear in Sungmin’s eyes, but there was also lust, and that glinting black mixture in Sungmin’s cloudy eyes just urged Kyuhyun all the more to take that spring, start right below the jugular and drag it all the way down to Sungmin’s navel, leaving a bright trail of blood.
Sungmin groaned; it hurt, it hurt so fucking much but then Kyuhyun was there, licking that blood up. Was it healthy? Probably not, but Kyuhyun was too turned on to care. His cuts become deeper and more careless, and Sungmin was too weak and horny to protest; he’d never been treated this way, but it honestly got him off.
After a particularly deep slice to Sungmin’s abdomen, Kyuhyun placed his hands on the wound, letting the blood stain his fingertips, fascinated by it like a completely sick child. He spread the blood along his hardened length before slamming back into Sungmin and continuing his thrusts while sucking and lazily licking the blood seeping out of Sungmin’s wounds.
“Fuck, Kyu…” Sungmin whimpered weakly, and Kyuhyun didn’t even bother correcting Sungmin. He could call him Kyu as long as he kept making those noises and let Kyuhyun do with him as he wanted. He came with Sungmin clenched tightly around him, Sungmin spilling his fluids as well, Kyuhyun’s abbreviated name on his lips.
Something clicked in Kyuhyun’s brain as rationality slowly made its way back to him now that he was sated. There was Sungmin, lying beneath him, panting and covered with blood, sweat and semen. He was so cut up, but he was still alive. The coil was still in Kyuhyun’s hand, and it was so easy to bring it up to Sungmin’s throat. Kyuhyun smirked at the shock that passed through Sungmin’s eyes right before he dragged the sharp tip, resulting in a gurgling sound from Sungmin.
Sungmin was dying, losing too much blood and choking on it in his throat, and fuck did Kyuhyun like that. Sungmin was moving his mouth, but no words were coming out. Blood was, yes, but no words, and Kyuhyun liked that. He rested his head on Sungmin’s chest, lapping up the fluids and listening to Sungmin’s heartbeat as it went from completely erratic until it came to a complete stop.
It was so fucked up, but Kyuhyun didn’t care. He sat up and looked down at Sungmin, marveling in the man’s beauty for the first time. The bright red blood made a nice contrast to the pale smooth skin now littered with scars. Sungmin’s eyes were wide open and dark, dark like his hair and completing the beautiful image lying before Kyuhyun.
Death suited Sungmin.
People were shocked, but of course they were. Jungsu was quite the social butterfly, so nearly the entire city knew him, or at least knew of him. There was chaos, and it was glorious to perhaps the only calm one about the situation, Kyuhyun.
For once Kyuhyun didn’t mind that gossip that traveled about the train in hushed whispers, because it was about the death of Jungsu, the death that he brought about. He loved hearing the way the people were terrified, were disgusted about the images of the body. He loved that the police didn’t suspect foul play, merely a harmless accident. Kyuhyun’s lips quirked into a small smirk; it was funny how such harmless accidents could trigger so much discord.
“Oh my god, Kui Xian!” Zhou Mi exclaimed the moment Kyuhyun entered the bank. “Have you heard the news? Oh god, of course you have, everyone’s heard! But can you believe it? Dead. Dead! Drowned in a pool, Kui Xian. Drowned!” He shuddered visibly, apparently not noticing the way Kyuhyun was almost smiling at his obvious terror. “What a way to go, huh? Slow, painful, miserable…a burning sensation in the lungs…”
Kyuhyun had to work quite hard to keep his smirk from growing; the way Zhou Mi was describing the death was almost too wonderful to be true. Jungsu had suffered as he drowned, had flailed hopelessly as the water filled and burned his throat and lungs, slowly and most certainly painfully killing him.
“Kui Xian? Why aren’t you replying? Oh god, you’re more terrified than I am, aren’t you?!” Zhou Mi exclaimed, long, wonderfully breakable limbs flailing about.
“I’m fine, Zhou Mi. Just tired. Neighbors were up early chattering away about the death, waking me up far too early,” he said casually, as if the neighbors were merely chattering away about the weather rather than the death of Park Jungsu. “Perhaps he should have learned to swim, rather than worry about climbing the ever elite social tower, hmm?”
Zhou Mi didn’t reply, didn’t know how to reply. His work mate’s cold, casualty of the situation sent chills down his spine, and he soon excused himself to deal with the customers that would be coming in shortly.
Kyuhyun wore a smug grin as he made his way to his office, and was quite surprised to see a short, thin man placing a steaming mug of coffee at his desk. His grin vanished and his eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Who are you and what are you doing here?”
The man straightened and turned gracefully, almost like a ballerina, to face Kyuhyun. Everything about him screamed petite; from his face to his thin figure and his tiny wrists. He gave Kyuhyun an almost shy, embarrassed smile as a light blush graced his prominent cheeks. “Sorry, Kyuhyun-sshi. My name is Kim Ryeowook, and I’m the replacement janitor until Yesung-sshi returns.”
Kyuhyun wanted to laugh darkly and tell him that Yesung would never be returning, but he wasn’t supposed to know that. No one knew that, except for obviously Siwon and the people that found Yesung’s body. So instead he crossed his arms and leaned against his doorframe, positioning his body to look as tall and threatening as he could. “So that’s who you are. But what are you doing here?”
“I was told by Henli-sshi that you like black coffee when you arrive, and that Yesung-sshi would bring it for you. Since I’m taking over his position, I thought it my duty to do so as well. I was hoping to be out before you arrived so as to not get in your way, but you arrived a bit earlier than I was told you would,” Ryeowook said, smartly choosing not to make eye contact with Kyuhyun, as Kyuhyun had a dark gaze. “My apologies for imposing.”
Kyuhyun gave a short hum in response and entered his office, tilting his head as a signal for Ryeowook to leave. Ryeowook took the hint and gave a ninety degree bow before shuffling quietly out of the room.
Kyuhyun shut his door and sat as his desk, immediately grabbing the mug and sighing as the warmth spread over his hands. Ryeowook was a decent sort of janitor, pity for Yesung that he wasn’t like that. Maybe if he were quiet and treated Kyuhyun with respect like Ryeowook had, he wouldn’t be pushing up daisies at the moment. But no, he had to be a bumbling fool, and for that he was dead.
Kyuhyun chuckled deeply and sipped the coffee, noticing that Ryeowook hadn’t tried to slip sugar into it as Yesung often had to ‘cheer him up’. Ryeowook could stick around, for now. After all, someone needed to bring him his coffee and clean up after the office.
But if Ryeowook was one of those annoying, singing, humming types, he’d be gone by the end of the week. Kyuhyun would make sure of it.
The day passed slowly for Kyuhyun, and he was itching to just do something other than fill out paperwork. Heechul had stopped coming to him for financial help, so he had a whole, one hour time slot in which there was nothing to do.
So he observed his colleagues through the blinds covering his office windows, watching them but unable to be watched by them. The tellers and customer service workers were smiling obnoxiously, being sickeningly sweet to their customers. Henry was glaring at a calculator, as if it were the fault of the electronic for his errors. Siwon was standing all tall and mighty outside his own office, watching everyone as if he owned them, as if he had already inherited the bank. Ryeowook was in the small kitchen area, cleaning up the mess Shindong had left behind as he left the room with a messy bowl of kimchi in his hands.
He was annoyed now, watching them all, his peace from his previous murder now long gone. He needed that feeling again, that pure, blissful feeling, and he needed it soon. He watched them through narrowed eyes, trying to decide who to pick off next. Perhaps Zhou Mi. The man who loved to go to Kyuhyun and attempt small talk was increasingly annoying as the days went by, and he was certainly a major contributor to the headaches Kyuhyun nearly always left work with.
Zhou Mi had long limbs, but he was obviously not muscular at all. Bones were easily broken if hit in the right place. It would be interesting to see Zhou Mi try to flail when his joints were all out of place, his bones shattered.
A knock on his door brought him out of his almost peaceful reverie, and he dropped the piece of blind he had lifted to observe his colleagues before straightening his suit and opening the door.
“Hi Kyuhyun!” the man at the door chirped, smiling far too cheerily and acting far too chipper for Kyuhyun to handle at the moment. “Do you have a client right now, or can you help me out?”
Kyuhyun suppressed the sigh that was threatening to bubble past his lips as he let the shorter male in before shutting the door behind him and settling across from the man at his desk. “Sungmin. What do you need help with today?”
Sungmin showed him his papers, and Kyuhyun set about working on it for him as Sungmin babbled away about this and that, complimenting Kyuhyun on how nicely his tie brought his eyes out. He spoke of things he bought and of his family, but never once mentioned the death that everyone else seemed to be talking about. Perhaps Sungmin wasn’t the sort to enjoy talking about death, but he did seem to enjoy talking about just about everything else.
“Everything is in order,” Kyuhyun said, pushing the paper toward Sungmin and cutting the man off just as he was telling him about a puppy he saw in the window on his walk over to the bank. “You did everything correctly, so unless you have any more questions for me, you are free to go after the payment.”
Sungmin bit his lip, falling silent for a few rare, glorious seconds, looking as if he were debating something. “Erm…Kyuhyun?” he began hesitantly, and Kyuhyun had to yet again resist the urge to sigh.
“Yes, Sungmin?”
“I did have one more question for you…” Sungmin said, twiddling his fingers and suddenly fascinated by Kyuhyun’s watch, as he was staring rather intently at it.
“Yes?” Kyuhyun asked, impatient for Sungmin to just say whatever was on his mind already.
“Well, you know about the movie theater in town, the really big one that gets all the movies first? It’s really a cute theater and the snacks and drinks are cheap the seats are really comfy and…” he continued to babble about the cute theater, big eyes blinking and still refusing to look at Kyuhyun.
“Sungmin, just spit out whatever you want to say and stop beating around the bush. I need to go on lunch break soon,” Kyuhyun said, only a sliver of patience still remaining.
Sungmin squirmed slightly in his seat and pulled out two tickets, blushing and finally looking at Kyuhyun. “I got two tickets but my friend bailed out on me so I would like it if you would go with me tonight please,” he said in a hurry, his eyes squeezed shut in anticipation.
Kyuhyun was ready to refuse, but then Sungmin was staring up at him, eyes wide and lips pouting out in such a pathetic, begging manner that Kyuhyun couldn’t say no, especially since Sungmin would most likely go on and on about why he should and do anything in his power to get Kyuhyun to agree. So to save himself a major migraine, Kyuhyun agreed with a nod.
Sungmin bit his lip to keep a girly squeal from escaping his lips as he beamed widely and all but leapt out of his seat, face simply radiant as he stared adoringly at Kyuhyun. “Great!” he exclaimed when he was sure he could speak without squeaking. “I’ll pick you up around seven? Where do you live?”
“We can just meet at the theater,” Kyuhyun said, unwilling to give the man his private home address.
“Oh, nonsense!” Sungmin said with a dismissive wave of his hand. “I’ll pick you up! You know, to save you from wasting money on gas. Just tell me your address, don’t be shy now!”
Kyuhyun would have loved to point out that Sungmin was previously being incredibly shy, but that would most likely result in Sungmin rambling on again, so he scribbled down the name of his apartment building on the back of one of his cards before handing it to Sungmin.
“I’ll be in front of the building at seven. No need to come in,” Kyuhyun said, eyes narrowing in warning, mentally telling Sungmin that if he tries to get in, he would most certainly kill him.
“Works for me!” Sungmin chirped. He gathered his belongings and headed over to the office door before throwing it open with a smile. He looked over his shoulder as he walked out and called out, “See you later tonight, Kyuhyun,” attracting the attention of just about everyone in the bank, particularly the attention of a certain annoying, lanky teller.
Zhou Mi was zooming into Kyuhyun’s office in no time, squealing how Sungmin had wanted to squeal and, of course, flailing those limbs of his. “Oh my god, Kui Xian!” he exclaimed, giggling. “You’re going on a date with Sungmin-sshi! Oh I can’t believe it this is too cute where are you going??”
It took Kyuhyun a few seconds to process all that the man had said, as he was speaking rapidly in his accented Korean, rather poorly, Kyuhyun would add, and when he did understand, he wanted to roll his eyes. What was this, high school?
“Zhou Mi, it’s no big deal, honestly,” Kyuhyun said curtly. “I only agreed to go because he was practically begging and he would never shut up if I chose not to go.”
Zhou Mi ignored that answer and continued to go on about how wonderful it was, and wouldn’t leave until it was finally time for everyone to head home.
Kyuhyun didn’t do anything special before the date he was more or less forced into. He saw no need to, so he just dressed casually in jeans and a t-shirt, his usual attire when he wasn’t at the bank.
Sungmin was prompt in arriving to pick him up, which was fortunate for Sungmin, because Kyuhyun hated it when people were late. He hated it when they were early, too. There is a set time for arrival for a reason. Anyone who is there earlier has no life, and anyone there later thinks they’re too good to have a designated arrival time. But Sungmin arrived right when he said he would, but looked far too excited and eager for Kyuhyun’s liking.
Sungmin’s car was clean, almost obsessively so, but it was better than having to ride in a dirty car. Sungmin blabbered away about nonsense the whole ride, of course, but Kyuhyun was able to tune him out by thinking about the images of a head smashed beyond recognition and a bloated body floating at the bottom of a pool.
Sungmin bought the tickets, Sungmin bought the snacks that Kyuhyun didn’t want, Sungmin bought everything. The movie was a horror film, and while Sungmin was trembling nearly the entire time, Kyuhyun had to bite back the urge to yawn. The serial killer’s techniques were very poor, he had far too many slip-ups, and didn’t kill nearly enough people.
In Kyuhyun’s opinion, it was like the killer wanted to get caught. He shouldn’t have wasted his time trying to cover up his tracks in the end; it would have been much more efficient to clean up as he went along. And killing the woman that rejected him was far too obvious, especially since he also killed the man the woman went for instead.
Kyuhyun could have done a much better job, and he would have been able to kill more, and he wouldn’t have gotten caught. Honestly, strangulation with bare hands was the wrong way to go about it. At least use a thin wire, or gloves at the very least. At least if he used a wire, he would have been able to cut them and see that crimson blood seep out.
Kyuhyun was in a foul mood after the movie, and the fact that Sungmin was clinging to him wasn’t helping in the least bit. Kyuhyun wanted to kill, wanted to prove that he was a better killer than the one portrayed in the movie.
But there were too many people around, too many possible witnesses. Perhaps if it were completely crowded, to the point that everyone was pressed against one another, then Kyuhyun could kill Sungmin in the confusing bundle of people. However, there weren’t that many people; there were just too many to get away with killing someone in the open.
“Kyuhyun…” Sungmin began, loosening his grip on Kyuhyun but not quite letting go of him. “Would you like to get some dinner with me? My treat!”
Kyuhyun wanted to disagree, but he was quite hungry, so a free meal, provided by Sungmin, would be to his advantage.
They drove far out, and the ride was surprisingly silent, much to Kyuhyun’s relief. He glanced over at Sungmin, who had a content look on his face as he focused on the road.
“Thanks for agreeing to spend the evening with me, Kyuhyun,” Sungmin said, quietly and shyly. Kyuhyun just hummed and nodded in response, and the ride continued on in silence.
Sungmin pulled into the parking lot of an old restaurant, the likes of one seen in an old-fashioned movie. It looked almost abandoned, and Kyuhyun would have thought it so if not for the tacky, flickering neon light that said open. Kyuhyun raised an eyebrow at the restaurant, not impressed in the least bit.
Sungmin, seeing Kyuhyun’s expression, shrugged. “I know it’s not the nicest looking place, but they have the best Western food in Korea. The milkshakes are to die for,” Sungmin said, grinning at the thought of a milkshake.
Kyuhyun smirked, liking Sungmin’s choice of words. Die.
Kyuhyun ate in silence, choosing to ignore Sungmin’s aimless chatter as he spoke more than he ate. It didn’t matter to Kyuhyun though, because that meant more food for him, and he could easily block out Sungmin’s voice because he was thinking, formulating a plan.
Kyuhyun knew what Sungmin was up to the moment they pulled out of the diner’s parking lot. Sungmin wasn’t driving in the direction of Kyuhyun’s apartment, and he wasn’t driving toward his house either. Kyuhyun knew where Sungmin lived because he was his client and he had access to all of his information. He knew that Sungmin lived alone in a quaint little house on the nice side of town, not the run-down side of town where they were currently headed.
Sungmin was quiet once again during the car trip to wherever they were going, and Kyuhyun reveled in the silence. He watched where Sungmin was driving, thought of all the possible end-points they could have to this trip, and none of them were that great. There was a garbage dump one way, a little neighborhood high in crime another way and a bunch of run-down buildings the final way. Kyuhyun didn’t know which he’d prefer. Probably the garbage dump. It would be easy to dispose of a body there.
“Sungmin, where are we going?” Kyuhyun finally asked, not liking the way that bead of sweat was trailing down from Sungmin’s forehead, down his pale neck and dipping beneath the collar of his shirt. Sungmin was nervous, and Kyuhyun didn’t know why. Not knowing bothered him. “Neither of us lives this way.”
Sungmin cleared his throat, and Kyuhyun took note of the way his knuckles whitened as he tightened his grip on the steering wheel. “Just thought I’d show you another place I know. You might like it.”
“I doubt that,” Kyuhyun stated, staring out the window. “This place is terribly run-down. One of us could easily get killed here.”
Sungmin laughed lightly, though Kyuhyun could hear the slight edge in it. “No we won’t, I promise. The place I’m taking you is safe.”
“You shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep, Sungmin,” Kyuhyun stated ominously, peering at Sungmin out of the corner of his eye, watching the way Sungmin’s shudder racked his body just the slightest bit.
“We’re here,” Sungmin said suddenly, bringing the car to an abrupt halt and making Kyuhyun jerk in his seat. “Don’t worry; it’s safe outside.”
Kyuhyun wasn’t really concerned about that, because he had killed two people already. Unlike most killers in Korea, Kyuhyun was smart. Kyuhyun thought before he killed, while he killed. He could get himself out of a sticky situation should the need arise. Not that he’d want to risk it, but it was still reassuring knowing that he could defend himself.
Kyuhyun stepped out of the car, shivering slightly when the cool air struck his skin. The cold was instantly gone, however, when Sungmin stood beside him, pressing their arms together as Sungmin began to walk, gesturing for him to follow. Kyuhyun walked beside him, following a path that was only visible to Sungmin.
They walked for about ten minutes, Sungmin talking but not babbling, but Kyuhyun didn’t want to hear it regardless.
“My parents used to take me here when I was younger,” Sungmin said, gesturing around him. “We went camping here. For ten years straight we’d come here on my birthday, without fail. We’d stay for a whole two weeks, too.”
Kyuhyun nodded, because that seemed like the only appropriate response in the situation.
“Then they died…” Sungmin said, almost too casually as his eyes took on a distant look. “I was taken to an orphanage and then later adopted. I stopped smiling, stopped coming here.”
Sungmin was silent, and Kyuhyun knew Sungmin wanted him to ask what made him come back, what made him start smiling again. But Kyuhyun was never the sort to initiate, or even continue, discussions such as these.
Sungmin cleared his throat, trying to dispel the awkward atmosphere. “I opened up a bit in college. A few years later, I met you, at the bank,” Sungmin said. “You reminded me a little of myself.”
Kyuhyun found that impossible to believe. Sungmin was always smiling, always bubbly, talking constantly and loved everyone. Kyuhyun was his polar opposite, and there was no way they had anything in common.
“Kyuhyun, you’re quiet and you don’t like interacting with people,” Sungmin explained, as if Kyuhyun didn’t already know this. “You don’t grow close to people. I…I was like that when my parents died, and I was like that up until college.”
“You don’t know me,” Kyuhyun said, hands casually placed in his pockets. “You couldn’t possibly understand me.”
“But I do,” Sungmin insisted. “At least a little. I know what it’s like to not want to have anything to do with anyone else.”
“Then why do you insist on trying to grow close to me?” Kyuhyun demanded, slowly losing his cool before realizing that they were standing before a cottage now.
Sungmin almost growled in frustration as he pushed Kyuhyun against the door, with a strength Kyuhyun didn’t know that the smaller man possessed. “Because that’s life, Kyuhyun. Whether you want to or not, you will find someone you want to grow close to. But when that time comes, you won’t know what to do because you’ve shut everyone else out.”
“You’re being preposterous,” Kyuhyun stated, struggling to escape from Sungmin’s seemingly iron grip.
“Don’t shut me out, Kyuhyun,” Sungmin said through gritted teeth, desperation in his normally-twinkling eyes.
Kyuhyun didn’t know how it happened, but suddenly Sungmin had his lips on his, massaging Kyuhyun’s mouth open with his mouth and slipping his tongue in.
This was new.
Kyuhyun wasn’t stupid; he knew what this was, he had just never experienced. He’d been an odd kid, and even growing up he had a cold personality that people shied away from. Sure, people found him good looking, but they were all too afraid to try something like this with him.
His body was rebelling against his mind, the rational part of him decided, when he felt himself reacting to each touch, to each caress and each kiss. His back arched into Sungmin against his will, his hands found their way into Sungmin’s hair, his head tilted and his mouth opened wider and his tongue began undulating against Sungmin’s.
His mind screamed no, but his body screamed yes. He was conflicted, and he hated being conflicted. He was at a loss of what to do, and he hated that uncertainty.
He tightened his grip on Sungmin’s hair, tugged on it, pulling Sungmin closer as he took his anger out on Sungmin the way his body wanted him to. Sungmin’s mouth left his and trailed down his neck, biting down on his Adam’s apple, making his head loll back and hit the cottage door, almost painfully.
Sungmin’s hands found their way up his shirt, Sungmin’s cool fingers defying all laws of chemistry and burning his flesh. His body yearned for more touches, even as his mind was telling him to get away fast.
One of Sungmin’s hands left his flesh long enough to find the doorknob, and then they were tumbling into the cottage, Sungmin expertly kicking the door shut before falling onto the ground, Kyuhyun’s back hitting the wooden floor, Sungmin right on top of him. It was a flurry of hot, confusing touches and Kyuhyun knew he was losing himself in them.
Clothes. Clothes got in the way. Clothes stopped him from feeling the incredible sensation of burning, freezing touches against his skin. Clothes stopped him from digging his own fingers into Sungmin’s tender flesh. Clothes were irrelevant, and they needed to be eliminated.
Sungmin seemed to be thinking the same thing, because his hands were already tearing Kyuhyun’s shirt off and fumbling with the zipper of Kyuhyun’s pants, surprisingly never ending his ministrations of his lips, teeth and tongue against Kyuhyun’s skin. His mouth had long abandoned Kyuhyun’s neck in favor of his torso and stomach, and going steadily lower until Kyuhyun was bucking uncontrollably.
“Fuck, we can’t do this on the floor,” Sungmin groaned around his mouthful of Kyuhyun, and Kyuhyun came as the vibrations from Sungmin’s mouth traveled along his length.
Kyuhyun didn’t care where they did it, as long as they did it soon. As in now, because his patience was gone with the rest of his rational thinking, the part of him that told him to avoid these situations because human attachment was stupid.
Sungmin stood and Kyuhyun followed, realizing that he needed to have Sungmin pressed against a mattress, sofa, counter…any solid surface. They surprisingly made it to the bedroom before Kyuhyun completely lost it, leaving a trail of what little clothes they still had on behind.
Kyuhyun pressed Sungmin into the mattress, becoming more aroused at the sound of the whimper that slipped past Sungmin’s succulent lips. Kyuhyun fell onto him, and Sungmin gladly accepted Kyuhyun’s weight, wriggled beneath him as they fit each other’s curves in all the right ways.
This was a new side of Sungmin, the Sungmin that was shamelessly dry-humping against Kyuhyun’s leg and biting Kyuhyun’s shoulder. This was different than cheery Sungmin, different than talkative Sungmin. The only sounds that spilled from this Sungmin’s lips were moan and whimpers and dirty talk that had Kyuhyun grinding back with just as much need.
Sungmin was a beast, absolute wildfire in bed. Every touch had Kyuhyun on fire, and Sungmin was everywhere at once, leaving not an inch of Kyuhyun’s skin untouched. Kyuhyun growled lowly like an animal, gripping Sungmin’s thighs and surely bruising them as he spread them apart.
No preparation, there was no time for that. Kyuhyun wanted to take him raw, and so he did, slamming into him without much warning. Sungmin shrieked, but for once Kyuhyun reveled in the loud sound. It spurred him on, wanting to hear more of those arousing sounds. He slammed in and out with wanton abandon, and soon the moans became more lusty than pained, and Kyuhyun lost that sliver of rationality he had left.
Kyuhyun found that if he angled his thrust just the right way, Sungmin’s eyes would squeeze shut and he would clench around him, increasing the pleasure for Kyuhyun. A particular hard thrust had Sungmin crying out in pain, though it wasn’t entirely Kyuhyun’s fault.
The mattress was old, used, and there were loose springs. One of those springs were sticking out, shiny and sharp and now tipped with Sungmin’s blood.
Blood. Beautiful, crimson colored blood. Kyuhyun, pulling out while still hard and groaning in time with Sungmin, bent down to examine the scraped shoulder of Sungmin. His tongue flitted out past his teeth and lips, and he ran it along the cut, and Sungmin moaned and his entire body shuddered. The blood was sweet but bitter, like dark chocolate. Except this was thick and warm and it slid over his tongue and down his throat in a wonderful way. It was fucking fantastic, and he bent down, sucking on Sungmin’s shoulder for more.
It turned Kyuhyun on, the taste and feel of Sungmin’s blood slipping down his throat. The sucking turned Sungmin on, and soon Kyuhyun was biting Sungmin’s flesh hard enough to draw more blood, which he immediately lapped up. It was twisted, sick and wrong, but then Kyuhyun was never considered normal by regular human standards.
The blood wasn’t coming out fast enough. Human teeth weren’t made for the purpose of slicing through flesh; they were flat and meant for measly biting and chewing of more tender foods. Kyuhyun reached forward, grabbing that loose spring that had drawn the first drops of blood.
There was fear in Sungmin’s eyes, but there was also lust, and that glinting black mixture in Sungmin’s cloudy eyes just urged Kyuhyun all the more to take that spring, start right below the jugular and drag it all the way down to Sungmin’s navel, leaving a bright trail of blood.
Sungmin groaned; it hurt, it hurt so fucking much but then Kyuhyun was there, licking that blood up. Was it healthy? Probably not, but Kyuhyun was too turned on to care. His cuts become deeper and more careless, and Sungmin was too weak and horny to protest; he’d never been treated this way, but it honestly got him off.
After a particularly deep slice to Sungmin’s abdomen, Kyuhyun placed his hands on the wound, letting the blood stain his fingertips, fascinated by it like a completely sick child. He spread the blood along his hardened length before slamming back into Sungmin and continuing his thrusts while sucking and lazily licking the blood seeping out of Sungmin’s wounds.
“Fuck, Kyu…” Sungmin whimpered weakly, and Kyuhyun didn’t even bother correcting Sungmin. He could call him Kyu as long as he kept making those noises and let Kyuhyun do with him as he wanted. He came with Sungmin clenched tightly around him, Sungmin spilling his fluids as well, Kyuhyun’s abbreviated name on his lips.
Something clicked in Kyuhyun’s brain as rationality slowly made its way back to him now that he was sated. There was Sungmin, lying beneath him, panting and covered with blood, sweat and semen. He was so cut up, but he was still alive. The coil was still in Kyuhyun’s hand, and it was so easy to bring it up to Sungmin’s throat. Kyuhyun smirked at the shock that passed through Sungmin’s eyes right before he dragged the sharp tip, resulting in a gurgling sound from Sungmin.
Sungmin was dying, losing too much blood and choking on it in his throat, and fuck did Kyuhyun like that. Sungmin was moving his mouth, but no words were coming out. Blood was, yes, but no words, and Kyuhyun liked that. He rested his head on Sungmin’s chest, lapping up the fluids and listening to Sungmin’s heartbeat as it went from completely erratic until it came to a complete stop.
It was so fucked up, but Kyuhyun didn’t care. He sat up and looked down at Sungmin, marveling in the man’s beauty for the first time. The bright red blood made a nice contrast to the pale smooth skin now littered with scars. Sungmin’s eyes were wide open and dark, dark like his hair and completing the beautiful image lying before Kyuhyun.
Death suited Sungmin.