Devil's Paramour

[trinkdufreak]

--Six Years Earlier--

I laid in Kris' bed quietly. Last night we'd gone all the way for the first time. He'd been inside me, I'd been full of him, things were perfect.

My giant was fast asleep next to me. His gaze was usually so strong while he was awake. But when he was lost in his dreams his features softened and he muttered things in Mandarin. He was precious and I loved him. I snuggled closer to his warm body because some time in the night we'd separated. I picked up his heavy arm and laid it on top me. I felt small and protected likes this.

Kris groaned in his sleep and began to move, I stilled with my eyes wide open in surprise. Luckily for me he only tugged my body closer and hugged me to his chest. I tucked my arms between us and marveled in his body heat. My giant knew just how to hold me, how to show me he loved me even while he was unconscious.

“We've almost been together for a year right?” I jumped at the sound of his voice. His voice was still dry and his eyes still shut. But the words had been so clear I was sure he was awake now.

“Yes...” I answered back softly. He smiled and cracked one eye open to look at me. I smiled at him and he smiled back. He pressed a kiss to my cheek and shuffled till we were that much closer and wrapped in each other's arms. I giggled and kissed his collarbone.

Kris hummed against my forehead, “Last night was amazing.”

“Yes it was.” I felt my cheeks heating up.

The sound of people outside of his room made us both go stiff and our breathing go shallow. Kris' parents absolutely hated me. They were convinced that I'd tainted their son and forced him to be gay with me. Which was a full bucket load of bull shit. I'd witnessed his father putting his hands on Kris quite a few times. I knew the real reason his parents hated me was that I wasn't afraid to tell them to get off. They could give a rat's ass if their son liked men or not. What mattered was if I'd cower away like Kris did. I didn't. That just wasn't the way I was raised. I stood up for my boyfriend. While I was around, his father didn't utter a word to Kris or go anywhere near him. But I knew the moment I left all hell broke loose. I tried to stay over as long as possible.

I wasn't afraid of his parents. But I was afraid of getting caught sleeping over. His father would flip shit and he really wouldn't care if I was present or not. I'd witnessed it once. We both never wanted that to happen again.

“Maybe I should go?” I asked and peered up at him. Kris pouted and shook his head.

We waited and listened. The familiar sound of his parent's talking and walking down the hallway was muffled by the thick doors of Kris' bedroom. A huge sigh of relief left me when we heard the front door open and shut, shortly followed by the sound of a car humming to life. They'd left for the day for whatever reason. Kris let go of a breath he'd been holding and laughed.

Snuggling in bed with him made me so happy. The house was ours for the day, Kris later learned this when he crept out of his room for a moment to ask where his parents had gone, so we showered together and cuddled on the living room couch together. His host of butler's gave us wary looks, but we knew they weren't going to tell anyone. They didn't like watching Kris get hit and screamed at either. In fact they did their best to help him avoid it at all costs.

Kris fed me an array of berries with strawberry yogurt and granola. We turned on the television and settled on some action flick we weren't really paying attention to.

“What do you want for our anniversary?” he kissed my ear and I turned to kiss him. His mouth tasted like the sweet fruit we'd been eating and I licked his tongue to get a better taste. Kris pulled back and pinched my nose playfully, “Ya answer my question!” he whined.

“Don't be a prude and kiss me!” I countered and put my full body weight on him to push him down. We laughed when we almost fell off the whole couch. Kris pecked my lips and then asked me again.

“If you could have one thing, what would you want? I'll get you anything for our anniversary.”

I laid on his chest, my head resting on my crossed arms. I stared at him for awhile and bit my lip in thought. If I could have just one thing in the whole world, anything, what would I want? I wiggled my nose when I realized what I wanted.

“Just say it,” Kris urged. He could read me easily. I breathed in deeply.

“What I want isn't exactly material...I don't think you can give me it.” I admitted. My boyfriend reached to play with my hair that was falling in to my eyes. He stared back and smiled gently.

“I still want to hear it. What would you want?” Freedom. That's what I wanted. To be free of my family and their background. I wanted time to hurry up and move forward so I could remove my name from the Kim roster and disappear and get a new name. I'd take Kris with me and I'd be free.

“I want us to go away. To some island and stay in a small little motel. Somewhere tropic and isolated, almost unknown. I want to wake up with you by my side, and not have any worries whatsoever...I want to run away with you.” my voice turned in to a small and dreamy song. I turned my head to rest it fully on Kris' chest. I could barely make out his steady heart beat.

After a moment he whispered, “You're right. I can't give you that. I wish I could though.”

My head popped up and I scooted close to kiss his nose,

“I know. Don't worry. Couple rings will do just fine. I like silver, and I want them to have our nicknames engraved on them. I'll wear 'My Giant' and you wear 'My Minseokie' okay?”

Kris grinned at my sudden burst of cuteness and craned his neck up to receive a kiss.

“And you?” I asked when he put his head back down. He upped a brow at me. I played with the skin on his neck and watched goosebumps form from my touch. “What would you want? If you could have one thing.”

Kris took his time thinking about that and finally said, “Would you be upset if it didn't involve you though?” he checked. I shook my head no. Technically my wish was just the raw form of freedom. I wouldn't hold anything against my boyfriend. For all I knew his one thing was freedom as well, and that didn't exactly involve me.

“As strange as it might sound...” he started with a shaky voice, “I want to make my father proud. Just once. I want his acceptance, I want him to tell me 'Good job', for him to actually smile at me and just...be proud of me.” the longing in Kris' eyes made my heart clench.

My fingers carefully traced his defined features. His strong nose, his round lips and his fierce brow. My giant was vulnerable, and he only ever wanted his abusive father's approval.

“You'd do anything to make him proud wouldn't you?” I traced his closed eyes. He moved to kiss the inside of my wrist.

“Anything.” he whispered with a tired voice. My heart broke for him. My giant was precious and perfect. I loved him so dearly it would probably kill me one day.

“Anything.” Kris repeated. He moved to put me on the bottom, hovering over me and staring at me with such kind and sad eyes. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down so our lips could meet. Like the young teenagers we were, we ended up rutting against one another, our clothed boners getting just the right amount of friction needed. I cried out my love for him, I moaned in to his mouth and opened my legs as wide as possible. Kris groaned my name and he came with a soft shudder. When he carried me upstairs I caught sight of his parent's car pulling up the driveway. So we ran up to his room and locked ourselves back inside, tumbling on to his bed in a fit of laughter.

--Present--

I'd never been in such an awkward situation.

Kris' parents were set on pretending I didn't exist, despite me obviously sitting beside their one and only son. Only Kris and his father did the talking, and those conversations were short and sharp. His father would ask a question, Kris would do his best to answer. There would be no feedback afterward. Just thick silence and the son would wait until his father asked a question again. Mr. Wu Fan only wanted to speak in Mandarin. He was such an idiot he didn't know I could understand everything they were saying.

They talked about Kris' plans for the diamond mines, the power plants and the stocks for the company. His father was a thorough businessman, I'll give him that, he didn't miss a tiny detail about any part of their company. But I gave more credit to Kris who answered each question accurately and it seemed there wasn't much his father could complain about.

Finally some servants brought out a full display of lunch; snack sized sandwiches with grapes and cheeses galore. A bottle of wine was brought out along with one pitcher of water and one of sweet tea. I stopped Kris when he went to grab at the wine. I ignored his confused look and poured him a glass of water. Alcohol wouldn't do him any good right now. He needed to hydrate and to keep his mind sharp and clear. He looked a little disgruntled but drank what I gave him.

As the afternoon went on and more spiteful glares were passed back and forth, Kris' hand stopped squeezing mine and instead rested on my knee. I didn't notice until I looked down at it later to realize that his thumb was slowly moving back and forth. I found it comforting, because he was signaling that he was now comfortable.

“Kris, exactly when is the chemical plant going to come in?” his father asked while leisurely sipping his glass of wine. Apparently the Wu Fan company was about to sign on with a new partner. Someone who specialized in chemicals and minerals. They were moving their small plant to Kris' land and they'd be sharing their earned profits with the Wu Fans. But for some reason the young heir wasn't letting out much information about the new partner. He was keeping things wrapped up nice and tight. He wouldn't tell his parents exactly what chemical the person made or the minerals, he wouldn't tell them when the person was arriving or where their exact location on the land would be.

Kris only informed them that they'd be splitting the profits on a 6 to 4 scale, in favor of the partner.

“Soon enough. We're still talking some things over.” Kris answered back but avoided his father's gaze. That didn't make the asshole happy at all.

“And you're giving him the upper hand? That's completely idiotic of you.” the man insulted Kris and I sent him a warning glare. His father didn't meet my eyes but he definitely felt my stare because he chugged back some more alcohol.

“I'm letting him know we can be trusted. That I'm not just buying him out like you did with the steel factories.” Kris shot back. That was a nice blow to the old man's ego. Way back when his father had been our age the man had conned a poor family out of their prospering steel factories. It was literally the only terrible thing on the Wu Fan's record. It was what they needed to jump start their company. And afterward it was all uphill.

“How can I trust you? How do I know this man's not some gangster's son or some rich deceitful punk out to destroy us?”

The Wu Fan's were the most powerful family in the world. And not because they'd killed their way to the top, or outright stolen things or dealt items out illegally like guns and drugs. Unlike my family the Wu Fan's had a spotless record. Their money was real; earned from diamonds, steel, coal, and other energy resources. They'd never been involved with drug money or extreme illegal actions. And if they ever had to deal with situations like killing someone off or theft...

Well that's what families like mine were for.

“He's not a gangster's son. And he doesn't need me to succeed. We've just realized that together we could be that much more successful. That's all.” Kris sounded calm but I could tell by the strength of his hand on my knee that he was growing more nervous by the second. His father was getting wound up and irritated. That was never a good thing.

“And you think it wise to keep all of the important information hidden from me? For what purpose? I deserve to know what's going on in my own company.” Mr. Wu Fan was done drinking his wine and had his sausage hands linked together.

“Last time I checked you were retired and I was running this place.” Kris countered. My knee was going to bruise.

“I'll always regret that. If I'd known you'd run it into the ground I never would have let you take over.” the old man shook his head and turned away. My jaw muscle was burning from clenching it together so hard. I was about fed up with his shit. It had been one long day with his constant looks and low cutting words. They were just enough to keep Kris on edge but not enough to be outright rude and make me snap. Not yet at least.

Mr. Wu Fan pushed back his already slicked hair and shook his head again. “Is he at least Chinese?”

Kris nodded and I frowned. Why the hell did it matter if the new partner was Chinese or not?

“Good. I don't want another Korean bastard on my land. I don't know why this one even came back.” his father scoffed and ended up clearing his chest.

Kris and I shared a brief look. Right. Because I came back to Kris and wasn't kidnapped at gunpoint after being drugged. Yeah I cam back on my own that's exactly what happened.

Not like his parents would help me if they knew. They'd probably find a way to twist it and call Kris stupid something or something. We both ignored his father's comment and continued to quietly eat our lunch. Sulli came out a few minutes later with a nice fig salad. She threw me a cute smile and was about to set the bowl of fresh greens and figs down when she slightly lost her balance.

She didn't spill the salad, no Sulli was too well trained for that, but her elbow accidentally jabbed in to Mr. Wu Fan's shoulder. Immediately she bowed and apologized and was turning away to rush back inside. But the asshole's hand shot out and grabbed her wrist tightly and yanked her back. Sulli's cry of pain had my full attention.

“What are you stupid?!” He roared. I was up on my feet so fast Kris didn't have time to even ask me stop and stay calm for a moment. One second I was seated next to my keeper the next I was in between Sulli and the old man, grabbing at his throat and growling down at him.

“Do not touch her.” was all I said, my voice low and steady. But I meant business.

Mr. Wu Fan stood up from his chair to challenge me and I felt proud that in the five years I hadn't seen him I'd grown taller than he. My hand was now on Sulli's wrist, though holding it in means to protect her and not harm her.

“Sulli go inside.” Kris' gruff voice reached my ears. There was a small gasp and then I felt her pull away from me, the small tap of her feat leaving set me at ease.

“I don't know who you think you are,” I puffed out my chest and came face to face with Kris' father, “But you do not get to hurt innocent people like that. It was an accident and she apologized. You don't get to put your hands on her.”

I expected Kris' father to back down, curse at me or simply turn away. But he got right back in my face and he smiled in such a cocky way it reminded me of the Kris I'd been dealing with recently.

“I got rid of you once, I can do it again.” he warned.

My heart stopped. I definitely hadn't been expecting that. I gulped loudly because his father had just said that out loud and Kris' gaze was so strong I could feel it boring holes in my skull and damn it his father had just said that out loud and I swore on everything that if Kris asked-

“What is he talking about Lover?”

God fucking damn it.

~ ~ ~

Kris had to lead his parents away after they were finally done with destroying everything. I felt bad but I'd had to leave Kris with them for the final moments. I could hear Mr. Wu Fan's voice rising as I walked away but I just couldn't bring myself to face them anymore. I should have known his father would say that out loud. He didn't care if it would hurt his son or not, hell the man had no problem leaving his son with a few bruises. What more could I expect from the man?

I sped walked upstairs and ended up running all the way to the library. By the time I reached the doors I was out of breath and I stumbled inside. My heart was racing and I couldn't think straight. But I tripped up the winding staircase until I was able to lean on the wall and slide my way to the far back corner. Gratefully my body fell on to the long leather couch and I sighed out loud. This was not happening. I did not need this. I was doing so well with keeping my heart at a distance these days.

Kris did as I told him to; he came to me when he was horny. He had expensive clothes and gadgets given to me, we had a lot of sex when he wasn't busy in his study and I'd been doing so well. Of course his asshole of a father would bring that shit up.

For several hours I laid on that couch in the library, distantly remembering the time I'd spent napping on Kris' chest here. The peace I'd felt then was so far away. The chaos that had ensued thereafter burnt in my memory and I turned over in anguish. But we'd gotten past it hadn't we? I'd set clear boundaries. Even though Kris toed around them with his compliments and the way he held me I was able to ignore all of that. But with the past being brought up again I didn't know how this would go over.

I heard the small and almost silent sound of a door opening. It had to be one of the front doors to the library and I tucked myself in to a tiny ball on the couch.

Kris walked over to me slowly. I noticed that his hair was disheveled and there was a red mark forming on his neck. His father had put his hands on him again. But I was so afraid of the conversation we were about to have that I couldn't find my anger. My keeper sat on the open side of the couch and we stayed that way for a few minutes. I could tell he was trying to think of where to start. Mentally I was begging him not to even bring it up. I didn't want to feel the humiliation, the guilt of what I'd done and why I'd ultimately done it. It was so petty it stung.

I'd been so young and so emotional. So stupid to let words from that lying bastard effect me. But they had, and they'd added up and piled on top of me until I'd broken down. Assumptions were such a dangerous thing.

“Just tell me.” Kris finally whispered. His voice was surprisingly gentle. He didn't sound rushed or insistent yet, but that didn't make me want to open up any faster.

But I couldn't. Thinking about it made me cringe all over and I didn't want to tell him.

“Minseok.” he sighed and I saw him rest his head in his hands. He was tired. It had been a hard day for both of us. And now he wanted, no needed, to understand why his father's words had made me run away in fear. He probably had an idea, but he wanted me to say it.

A small smile almost formed on my lips. I hadn't heard him say my name in a long time.

Would I tell him? Maybe if I just implied. That would be close enough.

“You told me you'd do anything to make your father proud of you. Anything.” he looked up when he heard my voice. I let my words sink in, let him mull over them for a moment before continuing on.

“You said that it was the one thing you wanted in the world. You just wanted him to be proud of you. When you told me that, you were telling the truth right?” the tears were forming and I couldn't stop them. I sniffled lightly and the feeling of Kris moving closer to me made my body curl in to itself tighter. He stopped moving and responded, “Yes, I was telling the truth.”

My voice cracked, “Your father knew. He knew that about you. He knew that's all you wanted. I knew that's all you wanted. I couldn't compete with that.”

I couldn't compete with that. His father's approval was all Kris ever searched for. He'd said it himself. And his father knew, and his father would use it as a weapon against me.

I'd heard the conversation between them, hiding behind Kris' bedroom door because I'd wanted to surprise him about my decision, I'd heard everything. With the information I knew, with the facts I had and the terrible assumptions I'd made all on my own the reaction and the doubt had come to me.

I assumed the worst, I assumed I'd be left behind and I assumed that Kris would throw me away.

Assumption were a very dangerous and stupid thing.

“Minseok I don't understand.” Kris was seated close to me, his hand carefully placed on my hip. I wished he wouldn't touch me. I the pathetic one. I was the monster who assumed and who was selfish. I'd done this to myself.

“Just leave it.” I snapped. Today was not the day I'd reveal my stupidity to the world.

I kicked his hand off that slid down to caress my thigh. He didn't stop though and soon I felt his weight pressing on to me. I turned to give him a glare but was met with lips against mine. I gasped in surprise and his tongue entered my mouth. “I said leave it.” I huffed. But his hands were insistent on my crotch and rubbing me just right. Subconsciously my legs opened and he was able to settle in between them.

My hands reached up to at first push at his chest. But then he'd sucked on the spot under my chin and my fingers ended up grabbing his collar to pull him closer. I couldn't understand how we'd gone from a serious moment to this, but he was making me feel good. He wasn't breaking any boundaries, this was sex and this I could do. The shock of his colder hands against my warm chest made me whine, my body jumping as his thumbs gently played with my hardening buds. A painful throb zipped down to my crotch, my hips moving against his slowly.

“You'll tell me eventually Lover,” he was back to not saying my name, “But I'll repay you for being so kind today.”

I let my head fall back and my body relax under his touch. There was no more protest or unsure feeling as he unbuttoned my shirt and slid it open. He left my blazer and the shirt on though, leaving the soft blue bow tie on as well to cling to my neck. But he unzipped my pants and pulled out my hardening cock to mildly pump.

When I felt his own hard member rubbing against mine I shivered and kissed him hungrily. He pulled my hair and bit down on to my neck, I enjoyed the way his teeth worried the skin.

“You were so brave today Lover,” he sucked on my earlobe and I panted. His hips were moving a tiny bit faster and I was marveling in the pleasure that was rolling in to me with each lazy thrust.

“You did so well, you were so feisty. I loved it.” his finger pinched my nipple and I moaned happily. His dick was leaking on to mine and there was a small wet pool collecting around my member. It was so wet and hot and it felt so good.

He stopped suddenly and I pouted up at him desperately. I'd been close, I wanted my high and I wanted him to make me moan like that. But he stopped and he had his fingers still tugging at my hair, his eyes searched mine.

“What am I supposed to do with you?” he panted.

What did that mean?

“I didn't think this out carefully enough.”

What the hell did that mean?

He didn't continue with his words and instead started to move again. He reached down between us and grabbed at my balls to make me come faster. My body moved on its own and I humped his hand until I came against my stomach. As I lay there he jacked off on top of me, his come joining mine.

Kris stared at me again. He was contemplating something but he didn't say what it was outloud.

He got off of me and put his softening shaft away. He didn't kiss me sweetly or say anything to me, he just walked away. And I thought that was the end of it.

But when I got to my room later that night I stopped in my tracks.

Would this day ever end?

“Get in. Let's go to sleep.” Kris seemed perfectly at home in my bed. His arms crossed behind his head with his body tucked under the sheets.

I quickly looked around the room and spotted that my closet was open. Stomping over and flinging it open I gasped out loud and turned to him with a frown. This was so overstepping my boundaries. What the hell was he aiming at?

“Why are your suits in my closet?” I asked. Was he serious.

Kris smirked and patted the empty space beside him. I didn't move and he rolled his eyes.

“Lover, just come to bed.”

I felt so offended and annoyed. Why the hell was he in my room? He had no purpose here.

“We'll be staying in the same room from now on.” he shrugged like it wasn't a big fucking deal but I'd worked so hard on my emoting and this jerk was really going to do this? “Aren't you happy?”

No I was not. “Kris! Didn't I make it clear? I don't want your fake affection! Get out of my room!” I screamed and stomped over to where he laid. He wasn't affected by my screaming and answer me in a much more calm tone.

“This isn't affection Lover. This is just me moving in to your room.”

“Then I'll find another room to sleep in.” I said back. Kris sat up and his hand yanked at my hair in the same fashion as when I'd attacked him. My body fell close to his and he hissed at me.

I tugged back but he wrapped a firm hand around the back of my neck and was stronger. My face was brought to meet his and he looked me in the eye. “Get in the fucking bed.”

“Why are you doing this?” I countered.

Kris put one of his long fingers to my lips, the coolness of his ring was felt against my chin. “You are property. And property doesn't get to ask questions. I said come to bed.”

That's right, I thought, I'm just property. He didn't care about me and I didn't care about him. Not really. So then why in the fuck was he doing this?