Chapter Twenty-one

Donghae shed his jacket and dropped it on the bed with his cell phone. His hands shook as he tried to lock his bedroom door. He cursed as he remembered he’d left the front door unlocked in his frenzy. He pushed his hands into his hair and paced the room, listening for Kyuhyun’s car outside. His mom was home. Maybe he should go wait with her.

He heard his doorknob rattle and turned to the door with wide eyes. 

The doorknob turned fully and opened.

Fuck. He hadn’t locked the door correctly.

Kyuhyun appeared in the doorway, eyes deadly serious and knuckles white from clenching the side of the door. “Why are you running away?” he asked.

Instinctively, Donghae’s eyes darted over Kyuhyun’s shoulder as he moved into the room to see if his mom happened to be listening in. “Listen,” he tried to reason as Kyuhyun closed and locked the door behind himself. 

Like a lead weight, a hand slammed into his chest and shoved him backwards between his closet and his bed.

“I’m sorry. I was just –”

“Just accusing me of being insane?” Kyuhyun asked, breath hitting Donghae’s face because suddenly he was incredibly close, looming over him like an ominous storm cloud ready to shoot lightning at any given moment. “Did you find what you were looking for? Did you figure out what’s wrong with me?” Kyuhyun’s hand landed on Donghae’s chest and turned him, backing him into the closet door with a clamor.

Donghae shook his head. “No.” He turned his face away. “No, I was just reading. It’s nothing.” I did, actually, Donghae wanted to shout. Mouth shut, he reminded himself as Kyuhyun’s hands slid dangerously low on his stomach.

“So I’m the crazy one.” Kyuhyun roughly grabbed the back of Donghae’s neck, fingers curling into his hair. “Don’t act all innocent and try to make me into the bad guy.”

“No. I wouldn’t do that,” Donghae whispered, voice catching in his throat slightly as he gave his most pleading expression. His lips opened automatically as Kyuhyun’s mouth crushed into his, his tongue sliding inside Donghae’s mouth immediately. It wasn’t exploring or enjoyable, it was consuming and controlling, like he wanted to take over Donghae from the inside out, starting at the mouth.

He felt the familiar dull throb in his pants and cursed his entire being and Kyuhyun’s.

Kyuhyun’s fingers gripped his hips, his thumbs digging into the flesh next to his hipbones deep enough to bruise. He jarred their hips together, grinding his crotch roughly against Donghae’s.

And he didn’t miss the slight groan Donghae gave involuntarily.

“You like it, don’t you?” Kyuhyun hissed into his ear. “Say it.”

 “Fuck you,” Donghae blurted out and at the same time felt his heart racing even faster in his chest. In the time it took for Kyuhyun to process his words, he’d set his jaw into a stern, unyielding line and narrowed his eyes slightly in a defiant glare. He was beyond terrified – there were a million things Kyuhyun could do to him and most of them weren’t pleasant.

He watched intently as Kyuhyun’s tongue ran over his top teeth along the points, his mind slowly slipping away from himself. Maybe he was just as crazy as Kyuhyun, because he wanted it. He didn’t want Kyuhyun to just take his breath away. He wanted him to snatch it away, take it by force. Smother him.

“Maybe you didn’t hear me right,” Kyuhyun began, but Donghae only tilted his chin up further and scowled slightly.

This seemed to be the last straw. Suddenly a moment of total-body confusion overtook him as Kyuhyun jerked him by the arm and somehow flung him onto the bed. He collapsed onto his back and caught his breath, the pulsating in his pants only getting stronger as he watched Kyuhyun yank his own shirt over his head and discard it. He watched with mesmerized eyes as Kyuhyun advanced and crawled up onto the bed, grabbing Donghae’s left leg and pulling the shoe off to send it sailing over his shoulder and crashing into the wall behind him. He did the same with the other and then pressed himself between Donghae’s legs, his hands groping Donghae’s waist and chest and thighs.

Donghae grunted and tried to move, somehow throw Kyuhyun’s balance off and escape, but he was no match against this suddenly animalistic being. To thwart Donghae’s attempts to resist, Kyuhyun’s hand reeled back and came across Donghae’s face. He heard the slap across his cheek before he felt the burning sting.

“You brought this on yourself,” Kyuhyun growled, his face next to Donghae’s and his teeth nipping as his earlobe. Kyuhyun’s indescribably hot mouth, coated with saliva and gnashing with hungry teeth created a path of destruction down his neck, stopping at the nook of his shoulder to sink his teeth in with bruising force.

Donghae yelped from the pain, but it came out like a strangled, overly-aroused moan and he cursed at himself as he tried to shove Kyuhyun away. He fought Kyuhyun when hands grasped the hem of his shirt and jerked upwards with no intentions of obeying the elastic bands if they got in his way.

Kyuhyun’s teeth clamped onto one of his nipples without warning and Donghae hissed and wound both hands in Kyuhyun’s hair. He pulled on the locks as Kyuhyun’s mouth created an unbearably strong suction for a long, agonizing few moments before he pulled away. He felt his breath come to him in a quick, silent gasp when he felt Kyuhyun unbuttoning his pants and shoving the waistband down a few inches. The moment Kyuhyun’s hand squeezed a tight ring around the base of his dick and dragged upwards, his jaw dropped in a restrained, noiseless cry.

His toes curled tight as Kyuhyun’s mouth trailed south at a steady pace, and soon it engulfed his dick and sucked hard, evoking subdued, guttural moans as his tongue slid against the underside of his shaft with mind-blowing pressure. Donghae couldn’t control his trembling, shaking limbs, and bucking hips as Kyuhyun blew him unremittingly until his head thrust back into the bed and his leg and stomach muscles spasmed with wild violence.

But then it was gone, and Donghae let out a high-pitched noise at the sudden deprivation, his eyes seeking Kyuhyun out through his blurred, lust-ridden vision. He lifted his head to see Kyuhyun stripping his pants and underwear off, and his gaze honed in on the newly unconstrained skin below Kyuhyun’s waistline. As Kyuhyun’s hands gripped onto Donghae’s waistband and tore the jeans down his legs, Donghae couldn’t think of anything except that he wanted that. Bare, raw, the flesh and the heat, the pain that could morph into pleasure. He wanted it inside him, and not just in his mouth.

Kyuhyun was back over him, their naked skin dampened slightly with warm perspiration sliding together as he shoved his tongue into Donghae’s mouth and worked their hips against each other. “Lube,” Kyuhyun demanded between kisses, and the tone sent a thrilling shiver down Donghae’s spine.

“Mm-my backpack,” Donghae breathed, too absorbed in the sensation of Kyuhyun’s dick rubbing against his own to think clearly at all. “Front pocket. Condoms, too.”

Kyuhyun drew his mouth away and licked his enflamed, red lips with a look in his eyes that probably asked mockingly why exactly Donghae had lube and condoms in his schoolbag. Nonetheless, Kyuhyun disappeared for too many seconds too long and then re-insinuated himself back between Donghae’s legs, the pop of the lube bottle cap a fair enough warning.

“It’s gonna hurt,” Kyuhyun murmured against his lips, his hands busy with something that Donghae couldn’t see. “But you’ll probably like that, anyways.”

As Kyuhyun’s finger drew a line from the fleshiest part of his thigh to between his ass cheeks, Donghae shuddered and closed his eyes. He hadn’t thought this whole process through – surely it wouldn’t feel good at all. This was insane. He had to stop.

Fingers wrapped tightly around his dick and pumped quickly, busting these thoughts to rubble in his mind just as the finger pressed into his entrance uninvited. With a flinch of pain and intrusion, Donghae’s arms clung to Kyuhyun’s back, his hands tight fists as he mentally prepared himself. There was no stopping this, no way to talk his way out of it. It had never been that way with anything for Kyuhyun, and there was definitely no way he’d have a change of heart so suddenly in the heat of things.

The second finger was only half as bad, the two digits sliding in and out of his ass with ease. Donghae sighed with relief and relaxed his arms a bit around Kyuhyun, laying his hands flat on his shoulder blades to feel the smooth, warm skin against his palms. The moment didn’t last long, however, as Kyuhyun forced a third finger in and this time it stretched him just a fraction too wide. Donghae emitted a weak grunt as Kyuhyun ignored the tightness and just kept pumping his fingers in and out with impatience.

When Kyuhyun withdrew his hand, Donghae wanted to whine and tell him that it wasn’t enough – he wasn’t ready yet. He had an inkling that Kyuhyun wouldn’t really care, though.

“Wait – wait, not yeah,” he stammered at the same time Kyuhyun reached down to position himself. “Please,” he begged, his breath coming quicker as he began to panic, his eyes set on Kyuhyun’s hands as the tore open the condom package and rolled the latex onto himself.

“It’s hot when you say ‘please.’” And then searing pain ripped through him and rendered him absolutely speechless, his throat tightening from his restrained cries. He held onto Kyuhyun subconsciously, losing all shame he’d had because at that moment nothing really registered in his mind except it hurt.

“Damn it. Fucking - relax,” Kyuhyun ordered, his fingers digging into Donghae’s hips as he used them as leverage.

As Kyuhyun pulled himself out and then shoved back in to fully sheathe himself, Donghae found himself moaning from deep in his chest, his eyes closing of their own accord and rolling backwards. Somewhere in the sensation of being filled, the feeling of the dick sliding into him, he found a dull, throbbing pleasure. Again as Kyuhyun thrust out and back in, Donghae realized that it was pain – it hurt – and it was slowly driving him crazy.

Donghae’s legs wound around Kyuhyun’s waist, his ankles locking as he drew Kyuhyun into him harder. He felt the moist heat trapped between their bodies, smelled the incense of their sweat and sex, heard the small groans of pleasure Kyuhyun gave close to his hear.

He wanted more, and something told him Kyuhyun wanted nothing more than to pound into him even harder, show no mercy. As if Kyuhyun had read his mind, he suddenly pulled out and Donghae willingly flipped onto his hands and knees underneath him. Kyuhyun wasted no time and plunged back into Donghae, his hands grasping Donghae’s hips, thumbs digging into his ass.

He wondered if Kyuhyun did this with everyone who let him, if Kyuhyun even really cared whose ass he was getting off in. He felt used as just a fuck toy, violated just slightly, defiled, desecrated. He couldn’t get enough of it.

A knock sounded at the door.

Donghae’s eyes snapped wide open, his head whirling around to look at the door. “Don’t come in!” he shouted, his voice breaking on the last syllable. “I-I’m changing.”

“Oh. Well I’m going to go pick up something to eat. What do you want?” his mom called from the other side.

Instead of stopping, Kyuhyun kept jarring Donghae’s body with his incessant thrusting, each motion just slightly more vigorous than the last.

“I don’t care,” Donghae replied, his voice almost a pitiful whine.

“Okay. I’ll be back in a little while.”

Donghae listened to her go downstairs with fluctuating attention as Kyuhyun rammed into him. The bed began to creak slightly in time with Kyuhyun’s thrusts, Donghae’s back bowing and his arms shaking with the effort it took to keep himself on all fours. He sensed Kyuhyun closer to him before a hand wrapped around his dick and started jacking him off, adding to the confusing, hot mess of sensations racing through his body.

But then suddenly Kyuhyun was tossing him back around onto his back, grabbing Donghae’s legs from the underside and hiking them over his shoulders. Donghae couldn’t tell up from down, left from right. The only directions he knew were in and out. Donghae’s couldn’t care less that he was with another guy. The only reasoning in his mind was that Kyuhyun was fucking him. Donghae didn’t hear his own breathless, needy, deep moans. The only thing he could hear was skin smacking into skin and Kyuhyun’s low groans.

He looked to Kyuhyun’s face, vaguely noticing how Kyuhyun’s brows were furrowed above hazy dark eyes, his cheeks flushed just slightly and his lips parted. Those penetrating eyes flickered up to meet his and Donghae felt his claustrophobia slam into him, stopping the air in his chest and igniting a thrilling, smothering feeling in him.

Amidst the frenzy of motion, Donghae’s legs slowly slid over Kyuhyun’s shoulder and his thighs splayed open, his feet pressed into the bed. With his newfound mobility, he wound his fingers into Kyuhyun’s hair and pulled him down to mold their mouths together, intertwine their tongues. Kyuhyun’s teeth nipped harshly at his bottom lip before his mouth trailed down Donghae’s neck, biting and sucking and kissing.

Pausing for just a moment, Kyuhyun repositioned his hips and then slammed inwards. Like the ignition of a fuse, white hot sparks exploded in him and pleasure racked through his entire body in waves with each following thrust. The moaning, the thrashing and shaking, the arch of his neck was uncontrollable.

It didn’t take long for Donghae’s senses to pitch over the edge, for the flame on the fuse to reach the end, for him to suck in a deep, sharp breath and let it out in a final moan as he came hard. His vision was blackness, his limbs straining and locking up, his lungs unable to provide him enough oxygen for a few moments.

As he came down from the sexual high, he became aware of Kyuhyun’s movements becoming more rapid, less rhythmic and more haphazard and sporadic. In a few more moments, Kyuhyun’s heavy breath resembled Donghae’s and he came with a subdued groan, his eyes squeezing shut for a few seconds. He gave a few final thrusts as his orgasm ran through him, and then pulled out completely and collapsed on top of Donghae.

 Donghae basked in the moment, savoring the time he had before he actually realized what he’d done. He turned his face slightly and subtly kissed Kyuhyun’s cheek, his fingers threading through sweat-dampened brown locks and his other arm around his shoulders.

After Kyuhyun caught his breath and regained his composure, he lifted himself up and climbed off the bed. Donghae sat up with confusion and watched with shock as Kyuhyun stripped the condom off and threw it in his trash can before beginning to gather his clothes.

“Are you leaving?” Donghae asked, his eyes following Kyuhyun around the room as he found each article of clothing and redressed. His heart began to sink as he watched Kyuhyun fix his hair a bit in the mirror.

Just before walking out the door with his car keys in hand, Kyuhyun smirked over his shoulder at Donghae.

As Donghae slowly leaned back and rested on the bed, staring at the ceiling, he listened to the front door shut and then Kyuhyun’s car engine start. He turned his face to the side to look at the door, as if Kyuhyun might walk back through the door again.

But that didn’t happen.

Because to Kyuhyun, he was nothing.

Nothing.

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A/N: Hey guys… So a few of you were wondering about last chapter where Kyuhyun accuses Donghae of having a “daddy complex.” Take it for what you will – this story isn’t really set in stone in my mind when it comes to the true extent of Donghae and Kyuhyun’s mental issues. However, know that Kyuhyun is a mental abuser and he would say just about anything if he thought it would help him control Donghae and win in an argument against him. Think back to the rest of the story and try to ask yourself if you think there was actually evidence that might truly mean that Donghae has a father complex. If you can’t find anything other than normal telltale signs of a son who mourns his deceased father, then you might want to possibly consider that everything Kyuhyun said was manipulative bullshit.