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‘The Wolf’, that’s what people called Seongje, the people at school and other people Gotak didn’t know. Wolf- repressing strength, wisdom and freedom. There wasn’t freedom, not really, not with the ever growing Union. Wisdom was also something Gotak didn’t associate with Seongje, he’d watched the guy mindlessly lick cum from both of their hands, eat wasabi from the tube and suck his sticky fingers after eating candy floss. He was disgusting, Gotak doubted there was even a brain in that head of Seongje’s. He gave Baku enough flack for being stupid, but a brain eating virus would leave the two of them unaffected.
Strength, to Seongje’s credit, was something he had, in a physical sense anyway, mentally, Seongje was a weak, weak man. A pushover. Na Baekjin’s little bitch, just the same as he always dubbed Gotak as Baku’s bitch. A minion. No one saw Seongje like Gotak did, he would also declare the man was weak, he let Gotak do what he wanted, essentially. Gotak had punched, bit and scratched Seongje more times than he could count, Seongje would just let him, usually with a sick grin or a lip drawn between his teeth. Freak.
Loyalty and protection were also so called Wolf traits, Gotak didn’t imagine the idiots who dubbed him that had thought of that before dubbing Keum Seongje as a wolf. Predator. Loyal applied heavily to Seongje, loyal to Na Baekjin, loyal in his obsessions.
Protective was sort of right, semi-applicable. He was protective over his own and Baekjin’s images, he was somewhat protective of Gotak, aside from the fact they kept beating each other up, no one would forget that Seongje had broken Gotak’s knee. Seongje found everyone ridiculous, feelings valid or not, annoying. So what, he’d beat all of them up plenty of times, who cares? Gotak had broken his wrist and nose in return, that’s how the two of them worked, push and pull.
Gotak’s friends had almost no idea of the extent of their relationship, Baku knew that they used to fuck, before the knee injury, Gotak knew some of them saw bits of it, but they didn’t talk about it, how could they? They saw the bruises Gotak sometimes turned up with, they saw his tired eyes and exhausted demeanour but they knew asking wouldn’t change anything. Gotak’s friends would ask, they wouldn’t be answered, Gotak would threaten to kill them.
“Are you ashamed of me?” Seongje asked one time, biting his lip gleefully, leaning against the wall ahead of Gotak. “Yes,” was the reply he received, a deadpan look accompanying it. Seongje pushed himself forward, putting his arm around his- friend? Partner? Situationship? Boyfriend? (Definitely not boyfriend)- ‘s shoulders. He didn’t stop smirking as he used his free hand to put something in Gotak’s pocket. He later found out that it was a switchblade, most likely a birthday present (Seongje didn’t call it that), the two of them wouldn’t talk about it again after this unless Gotak approached the topic first (he wouldn’t).
“Hey, fuck off, asshole.” A voice came from behind them. Baku. Seongje was grinning like the Cheshire Cat as he slowly pulled away from Gotak, maintaining eye contact with him.
“You going to do something about it?” He replied, knowing of Baku’s slight fear of him, divulging this was not Gotak’s proudest moment, in his defence, he was angry that Seongje was terrorising him.
“Do you want to find out?” Baku replied, sporting his most intimidating glare.
“Oh, please do.” Seongje replied, looking over Gotak’s shoulder, who didn’t move, standing between the two, he still had his hand on Gotak’s stomach, as the other moved to his own pocket. Gotak found himself watching Seongje’s face. What a freak, he thought, he knew Seongje was into the whole sadism/ masochism thing but it still didn’t fail to disappoint him when Seongje would rile Baku.
“Let’s go.” Baku stated, using his hand on Gotak’s back to guide him forward, out of the underpass. Little did Baku know the consequence this act would have for him later.
“Fags,” Seongje coughed at them as they left, Gotak hoped Baku didn’t hear him, he just flipped him off behind his back, ensuring Baku didn’t see. It was going to be rough, Seongje deserved it, not that he’d even see it as punishing, kinky motherfucker was into it. They often switched, but Gotak decided as he walked that Seongje was getting it.
A night with Seongje ended in bruises. Always. Gotak had left the warehouse that morning with bite marks on his chest, scratches on his back and hickeys on his neck. Seongje was equally as bad, laying in his bed upstairs, stretched out on his front. It had been hours, hours of fucking Seongje, his thighs and biceps ached. He had his hood up, with his head on his desk at school, against his folded arms, when he felt an annoyance behind him. Again, Baku.
“What’s up, bitch?” He greeted, coming to sit next to Gotak.
“Shut the fuck up.” He replied, pushing further into his own arms. What a fucking birthday present. A switchblade and a night of kinky sex. Fucking Seongje.
“Hey, hey. Less of that attitude. We’re going to the hospital later with Sieun , to see his boyfriend.” Suho had just woken up, Baku wanted the guy to like them. As Sieun’s new friends, the friends who had been looking after him while Suho was.. gone.
“Is Suho his boyfriend, did he tell you that? Or are you just being annoying?” He replied, sitting up, his hood still on his head.
“It’s obvious. Trust me.” “What’s obvious?” Another voice asked from behind them, tone too light to be Sieun (thank god, Gotak cursed Baku’s loud ass mouth).
“Nothing, Juntae. Don’t worry about it.” Gotak replied as Juntae handed him a chocolate milk, he made the effort to smile despite the fatigue.
“You look awful.” Sieun added, sitting in the seat ahead of Baku.
“Well, thank you, Sieun.” “Kopiko?” Juntae asked, an annoying brightness and loudness to his voice. Gotak loved him so much but sometimes he just couldn’t deal with optimism.
“Thanks, man.” “Hey, what is that? Did you get into a fight?” Juntae asked, pointing to his hand as he reached out.
“What? It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.” Which it was. They’d seen him with worse. They would see him with worse yet. He couldn’t imagine their reaction if they discovered the truth behind his varying injuries.
“It looks bad, dude. Are you okay?”
“I just hit my hand. It’s fine” He was a liar. His hand was bruised slightly, Seongje had managed to grip it so hard that it was bruised. He hadn’t even noticed but it looked weird, hopefully it wasn’t broken. It had to have happened before Gotak had used that same hand to push against Seongje’s windpipe, almost choking him, it hadn’t hurt then. Must be fine. When had that ever stopped his friends worrying about him? He understood how it looked. To them, him turning up beaten, refusing to talk about it. Luckily, they knew his mother and understood he wasn’t being abused by her.
“Happy Birthday, Tak-ah!” Juntae said gleefully, as he put down a neatly wrapped present on Gotak’s desk. It was flat and wrapped nicely in blue wrapping paper, with a matching glittery bow and a fancy ribbon. He was so so cute, Gotak loved his adorable friend. Sometimes he’d tell him, squish his cheeks like an ajumma and pretend to messily kiss his forehead. Not today though, today he settled for a tired smile and a gruff ‘thanks’, before opening the present.
It was a bl manga, he hadn’t asked for it. He felt a blush creep up his neck, he missed the times before Juntae would openly encourage him into those kinky stories. He felt like Juntae was laughing at him, encouraging him to read these stories, like he knew what Gotak was up to. The rational part of his brain suggested that Juntae was trying to be supportive, like he was attempting to rationalise or normalise Gotak’s feelings. He quickly shoved it into his bag, god Seongje would torture him if he found the slowly growing collection, probably try to reenact half of it.
He would never admit to anyone except Juntae that he read them sometimes. When he got bored. When Seongje was on one and disappeared for a week or two. Juntae would probably suggest he shows symptoms of some mental issues: bipolar, depression or borderline personality disorder. He was likely right, but he didn’t want to talk about it.
“We drinking tonight?” Baku asked, poking Gotak. “Whatever.” He replied, he never liked celebrating his birthday much, he only went along with it to make his mother happy. Baku knew that though, twat.
“What’s happening?” Suho asked as he returned from the toilet, an arm slung over Sieun’s shoulder as they hobbled back to his hospital bed. Sieun was surprisingly touchy with Suho, Gotak knows what they are.
“Gotak’s birthday. We want to drink to celebrate.” Baku replied, swinging his arms up and speaking far too loudly for within their small circle.
“No, we don’t. You do.” He shook his head as he cut down Baku’s words.
“I think we should! You’re 18 now.” Of course, Juntae would want to. Gotak was sure that on some level they were soulmates, he’d do anything for him. It wasn’t like Seongje, that wasn’t really love, Gotak was sure. In another universe, Gotak and Juntae probably got married, had cats or something equally gay. But this universe, he didn’t think he’d get Juntae, but he certainly couldn’t see himself and Seongje lasting past the end of high school or college. In this universe, himself and Juntae were subdued to platonic soulmates but in another universe, he’s sure he would have been happy with him. But here, Gotak was too fucked up to be able to love Juntae as he deserved, too violent and corrupted.
“I don’t care.” Gotak said, trying to avoid looking at Juntae for too long.
“Just make sure you stick together, hmn? Don’t go out to meet weirdos or boxers.” Suho said, his finger wagging in Gotak’s face. Sieun’s head immediately whipped to stare at Suho, eyes wide. “That is not funny, Suho.” He replied, shoving at his leg lightly. It was so gentle, he may as well have not even done it. There was something more to them, Gotak could tell, he never would’ve treated Baku so tenderly. He would’ve gotten him in a headlock, or just punched him.
“What’s that?” Suho asked as Gotak lifted his head to drink from his water bottle. He still had his hoodie on, but it had exposed the bite mark shaped bruise at the base of his neck. Fucking Seongje.
“Ah, you noticed too. Our old man, Gotak, does underground boxing.” Baku was never serious. He also lacked the ability to keep his big fucking mouth shut.
“What?!” Gotak and Suho exclaimed at the same time, Sieun was already shaking his head.
“No, I fucking don’t, don’t listen to him. Bastard, shut up. Stop it.” He wasn’t stupidly enough to fight underground, he does enough fighting when Baku is suspended, why the fuck would he do it in his free time? For fun? He’d rather choke.
“Well, you don’t tell us, we need to think of reasons somehow. You turn up all beaten and refuse to explain, something happens.” So dramatic. Baku was so dramatic. He had most definitely seen worse. Gotak had no idea why he was taking this opportunity in front of a man they barely knew, to essentially humiliate him.
“Not fucking that.” Gotak hissed, he was ready to leave now. He expected he’d bump into Seongje on his way home anyway. It was as if the man had him fucking microchipped. Or air tagged.
“Well, don’t fight anyone called Wooyoung or Beomseok, they cheat.” “Suho.” Sieun hissed. “‘M sorry.” Suho whispered as he turned away from Gotak to face Sieun, who somehow looked even more pissed than usual.
“It’s not that, it’s okay.” Gotak interjected. “We should see the other guy, huh?” “Suho, shush.” “It’s not… I’m not fighting anyone.” He shouldn’t have to defend himself against these fuckers, if it was too bad, he’d tell them. Or they’d have fucking heard about it, the union would’ve bragged if they were hurting him seriously.
“Are you okay?” Juntae always worried for him, he appreciated it, but on the other hand he could fucking handle himself. “Yeah, Jun, I’m fine. I promise you, I’m okay.”
They did end up drinking, at Sieun’s. Sieun’s insanely neat house, empty house. They were all drunk, it hadn’t taken much. Baku and Juntae were sleeping on his sofa, arms linked, heads tipped together. Baku would get a sore neck in the morning, Gotak decided he didn’t actually give a fuck today. He was tired sore and annoyed. Baku deserved it, a little twinge in his neck tomorrow, but he would spend most of the day fucking bitching about it.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Sieun asked, sat on the floor next to the other two while Gotak was sat in an armchair across from them. He’d seen injuries like that before. Beomseok would sometimes turn up bruised like that. Sieun and Suho never asked about it, they didn’t protect him, didn’t try to help. They should’ve, he knew that now. He couldn’t lose these guys, not like he did last time. He didn’t really worry about Juntae, Baku could handle himself, but Gotak? Gotak reminded him of both Suho and Beomseok, it scared him sometimes.
“It’s fine, I swear. I’m not being abused.” He wasn’t technically lying, it wasn’t abuse. Back and forth. Toxic, that’s what he and Seongje are. Unhealthy.
“That’s something an abused person would say.” Sieun replied, over his bottle of soju.
“No… it’s okay. It’s not like that, it’s a… thing. We’re both kind of rough.. I don’t know. It’s kind of hot, I can’t explain it.” He was absolutely not saying out loud, ‘oh yeah, he bites and grabs me but it’s so fucking hot and it turns me on.’ It did, sometimes. When they were together, alone, when it wasn’t humiliation or his friends in the firing line. Alone, they were different people. When Seongje wasn’t being sent on a mission with his trio of goons.
“Oh. That’s… not what I expected.” “Sorry, I can’t explain, I won’t explain. It’s not abusive, we have fun, we fuck, it’s fine. I try to keep it below the neck but he’s a brat.” They weren’t in a professional kind of official relationship but they knew between themselves.
“Okay. Do you love him?” Sieun asked, he didn’t exactly know why. Didn’t know he cared. “No. I kind of hate him sometimes, but he’s a good fuck.” True. He was fucking irritating and when Seongje threatened his friends, he did truly hate him. But when they were alone, he could pretend, that they were in love and normal. Anyone looking in on them would see a typical crazy relationship.
“Do we know him?” “Sort of. I’m not telling you who he is though.” They’d probably fucking figure it out themselves, Sieun would. He was clever, observant.
“Okay. If it gets too much, you can walk away. We’ll help you.” Also sounded like advice for a brainwashed, abused housewife but whatever. He didn’t want to tell Sieun that Gotak was doing the fucking, or that he’d left matching hand shaped bruises on Seongje’s ass and throat. Alongside finger marks across his hips and waist. “I know. He’s just annoying.” He enjoyed it, Seongje’s teasing.
“You’re smiling though.” Oops.
“Yeah, it’s unfortunate. Are you dating Suho?” “Not really, I think we were almost there.. before. Now, I’m not sure. There’s a lot going on, he’s recovering and there’s the union stuff.” “Hmn, you seem to like him a lot. I didn’t know him before, but if he looked at you before half as softly as he does now, I think you’ve still got him.” “Maybe.” “Don’t let him go.” “I hope one day you’ll tell us about him, or we could meet him.” “I could say the same about you, you should talk more, makes you sound more sensible. When you’re not just throwing hands or stabbing people.” “Gotak. That’s not funny.” “Sorry… I think you’d get along with… him, if you met him earlier.” “I think you’ll like Suho when things calm down.”
Gotak’s phone rung out loudly, Pretty Boy by idols Taemin and Kai. Fucking Seongje. He was dead when Gotak figured out how to fucking change it, put it back to Bad Euphoria by Yuta. It was worse that he’d only changed it for when Seongje himself called Gotak. A glaring sign that it was him calling but it was also like a massive sign saying ‘hook up calling.’ Was it a hook up if it was consistent? Like usually twice a week. He didn’t know the direct meaning of the word. “That’s him, I’m going to see what he wants.” “Have fun, be safe. Use a condom. Or a rabies injection.” “Bastard. He bites all the time, if he had rabies, I’d have had it by now. Or any sexual infections.” “Gross.” “I love you, man. And them.” “Especially Juntae, hmn?” “I’m definitely not talking about that right now.” “Night, Gotak.” “See you tomorrow, Sieun-ah.”
“Fuck do you want? I’m with my friends.” Gotak said as he answered, like he was planning on going back inside. Like he didn’t want him. Even two nights in a row. But to be fair to Gotak, it’s still his birthday, not yet midnight.
“You think I don’t know that? Get over here quickly, hmm?” Maybe Seongje does have him fucking microchipped. A tracker in his phone or hoodie.
“I’m not a dog, you don’t command me.” Liar. He’d be naked on his knees the minute Seongje even vaguely gestured to the bed.
“Well, no. You’re the ‘fox’, I’m the dog around here.” Yeah, he was a fucking dog. He licks, he bites, barks, all of it. He even has a thing about smelling Gotak. Seongje had a lot of weirdly dog like characteristics, even the whole ‘wolf’ thing. He’s sure it goes to Seongje’s head.
“Yeah, and a fucking feral one at that. I’m covered, they all asked about it. Too much.” That’s the most he’d been asked about it in months. They did it a lot in the beginning but it slowed when they didn’t get answered. Seongje must’ve gone overboard with it being the night before Gotak’s 18th.
“I would say I’m sorry, but I’m planning on doing it again, princess.” He could almost hear the smug look on Seongje’s face, he could imagine him lay in the bed smoking, phone on speaker, on his shirtless chest. He’s hard already. It’s a shame the man was so hot because he was a fucking prick. Gotak imagined him with the window up, the night breeze in the room. Fuck. He’s in so much shit.
“Who are you calling princess? I’ll go back inside.” As if Seongje knew he was already on his way, of course he did. He always knew, knew Gotak far too well. Fucker.
“No, get over here. I want you.” It made him smile, the way the two of them bickered, they both knew Gotak was on his way. He had the walk memorised, he’d done it so many times.
“Oh?” Want. What a word to use. It made him worse, his demanding attitude. They both switched, in the roles, physically and domming and bratting.
“Don’t get an ego. I need something to chew on. Unless you want me to invite someone else over, I’m sure Wooyoung’s free…” A total 180 from last night. Wooyoung, he was always Seongje’s go to. Gotak is sure he went to Sieun’s old school, is sure he’s probably the guy Suho mentioned. That didn’t matter, Gotak still refused to entertain Seongje calling him instead.
“Shut the fuck up. Needy.” “Be here soon, pretty~” “I hate you. you’re annoying.” “Yeah, of course you do. I’ll be waiting upstairs.” Gotak was almost there already.
He was right, Seongje was in his underwear, sprawled on the bed, smoking. The window above the bed was open, letting in a small, welcome chill. Gotak shivered as he took his hoodie off, the tank top under it was almost stuck to his skin, sweaty from the walk over and the fact he’d kept his hoodie on all day. Seongje sat up, leaning against the wall, his eyes followed Gotak into the room.
His glasses were still on, he looked so hot. He gestured to the bed with his head, still smoking as he watched, unmoving. Slowly, Gotak took his shoes and pants off. He left his underwear as he took his tank top off, he tried to keep calm. The heat of Seongje’s gaze made him dizzy, he was so grateful for the open window. There was an almost peaceful silence, apart from the whistle of the wind against the trees and the sound of their laboured breathing. Gotak was painfully hard, had been since he’d answered the call, Seongje didn’t help it as he tilted his head, seeming to take in the view. He was also sporting a matching hard on, Gotak could see under the soft glow of the lamp on his bedside.
“Underwear. Then come here.” Seongje said, the slight slur of alcohol clear in his voice, he’d been drinking too. His head lay against the cold glass as he finished his cigarette. Now completely naked, Gotak climbed onto the bed, ready to do whatever Seongje asked. He’d blame the alcohol in the morning, but right now he just wanted to be good, do whatever he asked. Submit to him, instead of being in control like last time.
Seongje’s eyes followed him lazily as he Gotak crawled closer to him, his chest was already heaving, he wanted his hand around Gotak’s neck, his mouth clamped on Gotak’s shoulder. All he did was look down, towards his lap. Gotak knew. He knew what Seongje expected. Gotak wanted it so bad, to have that cock in him, have his cum in his mouth, to swallow it slowly. A bitch, that’s what he felt like right now. In heat. His friends would never believe that he would willingly put himself in this position, gently rubbing his lips and mouth against the throbbing cock. He didn’t care, not right now, not about anything except the man above him. Seeongje’s eyes were big, blown out. He’d caused that and Seongje wasn’t even in him yet.
“Good boy,” Seongje whimpered, his hands coming to the younger’s head. Once came to press firmly on his throat, the other pulling at his hair. Gotak had set a slow pace, taking Seongje into his throat with every press of the hand in his hair. The hand on his throat squeezed every time he sunk deep, feeling it through Gotak’s throat. It felt intimate, barely any words spoken between them as of yet, just the push and pull of their rhythm. Until Seongje pulled out fully, wiping the tip of his cock against Gotak’s lips and cheek, spreading their mixed saliva and pre-cum across his face. Gotak looked up at Seongje through his wet eyelashes, sticking his tongue out, for Seongje to tap it with his cock.
Dumb already, didn’t take as long as usual, Seongje gathers he must’ve had a rough day. Gotak knows what comes next, he’d teased him enough, they were going to get to it now. Seongje pushes back in roughly, fucking the man’s throat fast and hard. The wet sounds echoed, they could likely be heard out of the open window. As he gagged with the thrusts, Gotak began to rub himself against the covers of Seongje’s bed, he was swearing softly as he fucked the other man’s throat roughly. Seongje pulled almost all the way out as he came, shooting in Gotak’s mouth and chin, who swallowed roughly, panting heavily as he collapsed against Seongje’s abdomen.
“Fuck,” he gasped softly, catching his breath again as Seongje stroked his hair and squeezed his shoulder.
“You’re alright. Good boy.” Seongje reassured before pushing himself on top of Gotak, flipping him over. They were face to face lying on the bed, Seongje on top of Gotak.
“You wanna come, baby?” He asked as he kneaded at Gotak’s throat. He liked his throat, such a sensitive spot, it would be so easy to kill him. To just squeeze, not let go, Seongje guessed that was part of the fun. The trust Gotak had in him to always let go before he pushed too far. He was so fun to play with. Seongje would never call anyone else, no matter how much he pretended. Anything to wind his boy up.
“Not a baby.” Gotak huffed, breath heavy. He still had spit and cum on his chin and face. Hot, Seongje thought as he pushed his hand further, pushing Gotak’s head back, his thumb dragging through the mess.
“Keep up that attitude and I won’t let you. Messy.” He replied as he moved his hand back down, the other holding his weight from crushing Gotak. He didn’t think the younger man had noticed the whine that escaped him, Seongje leaned down, bringing his mouth to taste the mess they’d made. His tongue pushed into Gotak’s mouth, messily kissing him.
“You gonna be good, huh? Or should I leave you like this? Should I video you, show it to your master?” Seongje asked, pulling away from Gotak, strings of spit connecting them. His hand stayed on the man’s throat, above the bruise he’d left yesterday. “Show yours.” As if, he wouldn’t dare approach Baekjin and if he did, what the fuck would he do? Seongje was entitled to a sex life, even if Baekjin didn’t allow himself one.
“Brat. I’ll seriously leave you like this, a wreck.” He wouldn’t, he often threatened it. It worked. Gotak in subspace was soft, easy to break.
“Then you won’t get to fuck me.” His eyes were big, like boba, Seongje felt feral, he wanted to mark the man again, even more. ‘Too far’, Gotak had said earlier, it didn’t make him fight back though.
“No, but I’m sure Wooyoung would be happy to be fucked instead of you, he’d listen.” He replied, above Gotak, smiling. He hadn’t even fucked him yet, he still had his underwear and glasses on, yet Gotak was already a mess, he hadn’t even cum yet.
“No.” The boy whined back, his hand coming up to pull at Seongje’s hair. He moaned, a grin spreading across his face. Seongje smacked Gotak’s thigh, using it to push himself up to remove his underwear and glasses. Gotak followed him up, using both hands to hold himself up, already a mess, littered with bruises and bite marks.
“Come here, princess.” He said, leaning back against the wall like earlier, holding a hand out to Gotak, coaxing him closer. He shuffled across, climbing on top of Seongje, he towered above the man, he was naturally bigger anyway. He reached up to grab the lube from above their heads, against the window. Seongje coated his fingers, getting ready to fuck Gotak hard. He got up to three fingers as he nipped and licked at Gotak’s skin, he ran his tongue from Gotak’s shoulder to his cheek, tasting his sweat and skin.
“Fuck.” Seongje gasped, as Gotak bit his neck, sinking his teeth into the flesh. Seongje’s cock was throbbing again already, ready to be buried deep in his boy’s ass. Slowly, he pushed Gotak down his cock, sinking slowly into the wet heat. Gotak was almost completely gone, already deep in subspace, settling to suck and bite at Seongje’s neck.
“You okay, baby?” Seongje asked slowly, squeezing the skin of Gotak’s hip. He was harsh on the boy sometimes, sure, but they’d already fucked rough yesterday. Gotak would kill him if it went too far so soon. Gotak nodded and hummed, arms wrapping around his partner’s neck, his hand settling to pull against his hair.
“Words, come on.” He said as he slapped Gotak’s ass, encouraging him to respond verbally.
“Yeah, hurry up. Fuck me.” Gotak whined back, pushing his nails into Seongje’s neck, leaving small crescent shaped marks in the side of it.
“Good boy, I will. Be patient.” He replied, bracing himself to fuck up into the warm heat of Gotak. He should probably use a condom, but wet and messy was so much better, lube was dripping onto the bed beneath them, mixing with sweat. They began to fuck quickly, hard and rough, Seongje soon pushed Gotak down to the bed, fucking into him harshly.
Seongje could feel how close Gotak was getting, he was biting deep marks into the shoulders and neck above him, gripping him so hard to leave bruises. His legs shook as they wrapped around the man. Seongje wrapped a hand around the man’s cock, gripping him tightly, too tight, as he jerked the man into his first orgasm of the night, which accused the man to grip like a vice on Seongje’s dick, milking him into another orgasm. The two slumped against each other, breathing heavily against each other’s mouths.
“Okay, baby?” Seongje whispered softly, his head resting against Gotak’s underneath him. They fucked for hours. They added to the array of marks, Gotak would shout at him again in the morning.
“Yah! Again? They’re going to kill me, look at that!” Gotak yelled, pointing to a love bite high on his neck. So fucking obvious, like Seongje gave a shit, he could see the dark look in his eyes and him smirking through the mirror.
“You weren’t saying that last night.” He replied, putting an arm around Gotak from behind.
“I told you to be careful. They’re going to ask me about it.” The Wolf. To think people feared this fucking idiot, people turned around in the streets, ran away from him. Gotak quickly shoved Seongje away, rubbing a soothing balm into the worst ones, praying it would d something. One day, he’d learn his lesson, one day he’d put a fucking muzzle on Seongje. But on the other hand, he’d done the same fucking thing, left matching marks across the man, he’d just flaunt them though. Claim he’d had some feral chick or something, his minions would believe him, they’re just stupid though. They shouldn’t do it, they both know it.
“You’ll be okay, princess,” was the retort he got. Fucking bitch.
“Stop calling me that.” “You seemed to be pretty into it last night, babe. Daddy’s calling, time for school. Hope they don’t notice you’re in my pants and the same hoodie as last night.” Daddy. Gotak knew that meant Baku, it always did. He’d always come up with a fucking stupid way to refer to him, never his name. Baekjin’s little bitch.
“Shut the fuck up, they know when I stay out with someone. I’m basically wearing your fucking branding.” He always did though, they weren’t really ever apart long enough for them all to fade. The two only ever spent a few weeks apart when Seongje got really bad, went too far or got too detached from himself. Crazy man, feral dog.
“Yeah, you are.” He could see Seongje out of the corner of his eye, staring as he pulled his hoodie back over his head. He looked hungry, his tongue poking out between his teeth. Horny fucker, Gotak was literally dry, he didn’t know how Seongje could look at him like that. The man had made him cum dry twice but by the end of the night, he was not having fun. He couldn’t find him funny right now, his dick hurt, his ass hurt, he could feel a deep bite mark throbbing on his tit. Creep. He could feel his spine shiver and his skin crawl under the heavy gaze, if Seongje could even see that far without his glasses.
“Pervert.” Was all Gotak could reply, putting his stuff back in my pockets, snatching his phone from Seongje.
“Bye, baby. Have a nice day at school.” Seongje pulled a cigarette from a box on the bedside table, lighting it up quickly. He looked hot, still half naked, Gotak hated it. He does it on purpose, just to torture him.
“You sound like a pervert, we’re the same age, you’re going to school too.” But he was unfortunately a pervert and weirdly fucking proud of it, he told Gotak all the time how much he liked it when he’d cry. He’d been blindfolded and handcuffed by the man before, so yeah, Seongje’s a pervert but Gotak indulged it so maybe he is too.
“Nah, I’m not going.” He sat on the bed, staring directly at Gotak’s ass as he moved around the room, his gaze so heated he’d probably burn a fucking hole in his pants if he could.
“Of course, you’re fucking not. More innocent knees to break?” It’s not a good joke, but in Gotak’s defence, it was his knee he was referring to.
“You’re not fucking funny, carry on and I’ll break your other one.” He wouldn’t. He’d come close a few times in their performative fights in front of the goons, Seongje’s ducklings.
“Fuck you.” Gotak was at the door now, he thinks he’s got everything he came with but unfortunately he was drunk and horny and couldn’t remember what he’d brought and what had been left at Sieun’s.
“See you later, baby.” “No, you fucking won’t. I’m sore, I need a week.” “Not a week, three days and we’ll try something new.” “Like what? You’re not putting handcuffs on me again.” “You’ll see.”
“Good morning, how hungover are you?” Juntae asked, just as pleasant as always. He wasn’t too drunk, just tired at the late hour when Gotak left. Baku, on the other hand, looked dead. He was pale, head leaning against the wall next to him, looking half asleep. Gotak pointed to him with a questioning look, Sieun just shook his head. He had likely been throwing up, at least Gotak didn’t look the worst of the three of them.
“You?” Sieun said simply, looking at Gotak. He just nodded in return, smiling slightly. He’d had fun, no matter what he told Seongje or how he looked. Sieun went back to his phone, likely messaging Suho, who was ‘trying’ to catch up with school. He wasn’t, he waited for Sieun and Juntae to visit after school and go help him with it, Suho wasn’t stupid like Baku, he just liked the attention, Gotak decided.
His own phone vibrated against the desk, he opened it without thinking, he didn’t expect it to be anything crazy. Wrong. A faceless picture of Seongje in the bath flashed onto his screen, a cigarette in his hand and his whole body on display. They could see his torso down to his feet, his dick, scars and marks on full display. A fucking freaky pervert. All four of them saw it before Gotak freaked out and turned the phone off.
“What the fuck?” “Is that your boyfriend?” “He’s got a good dick.” “Baku, don’t point that out!” “He smokes, that explains why you smell funny.” What the fuck. Gotak might just turn into Sieun and stab himself with a fucking pen.
“Do I really smell?” Of course he did, he and his hoodie had spent hours in Seongje’s bedroom as he smoked intermittently. Juntae just nodded lightly, offering his own body spray from his bag, alongside a kopiko and eye drops. Ah. He looked like a pile of shit then. He wished Baku would go back to sleep, the other two wouldn’t question him.
“That’s who’s been fucking you?” Rude. Gotak fucked him too. Baku didn’t need to know that. “Bothered?” Gotak hissed, unlocking his phone to tell Seongje to never fucking do that again, but he knew that would just lead to more. ‘댕댕이’ was the name of the contact, again set by Seongje himself on one of the many occasions he’d been fucking around in his phone. Gotak never stopped him, he found it kind of hot. He knew Seongje wasn’t doing it to be controlling, he was just messing around in there, taking pictures Gotak would later hide in his locked albums and adding new songs to his playlists.
Instead of telling him off, he just replied ‘is there even soap in there?’ Because they could see everything, no bubbles. He couldn’t think of a response that wouldn’t lead to more pictures. Well, apparently that wasn’t the right one. Instead, he got a silent video, showing a close up of a soapy rag sliding up and down his dick. Jesus, Gotak thought, he’s got a kink for it. Showing off, what do they call it, exhibitionism? Luckily, this time he’d turned his brightness down and held his phone close. Sieun still saw, over his shoulder, he knew that but Sieun was like Gotak, they wouldn’t talk about it.
‘I’m in class, you fucker’, to which Seongje responded ‘so no head?‘. Quoting memes, fool. He’s supposed to be scary, instead he sounds like a nerdy teenager. ‘No, you’ve had enough of that’, “You can never have enough head,” Baku’s voice came from next to him. Fucking prick, reading his messages over his shoulders.
They made eye contact as Gotak sent him a voice note “Baku said you can never have enough head,” to which Seongje quickly shot back ‘of course, you fucking can. He didn’t see us last night or the night before.’ Baku saw the screen quickly before Gotak turned it off and put it away. Childish, anything to disagree with Baku. Baku would lose his fucking shit if he knew who it was. Luckily Baku only ever saw him from the neck up.
Sieun would like to say he didn’t care about who Gotak was dating, but he’d be lying. He couldn’t deal with another Beomseok, he just couldn’t. He’d say that’s what keeps him worrying about it, it didn’t help that Suho always enquired about things like that. Who was fucking who, who was doing what, nosey. Like a girlfriend, Suho would pester him about things then tell him off for saying ‘I don’t know, I didn’t ask’. He saw Gotak the other day, on his way to the hospital, waiting on a bench. He hadn’t seen Sieun, he was on his phone, waiting for someone. Boyfriend?
Sieun was torn between waiting to see who it was and getting to Suho quickly. That was when he saw Seongje approaching him, Sieun was a way away, not seen by either of them. He had that stupid orange windbreaker on as he rounded on Gotak, Sieun was ready to defend his friend if he had to, Baku had told him about the knee thing and he’d already seen what Seongje was capable of. What surprised him was Gotak’s lack of agency as he stared up at the man, Seongje stood calm in front of him, hands in his pockets, surprisingly unintimidating.
They didn’t seem to be fighting as Sieun watched them, Seongje smashed Gotak’s ass as he stood up and while Gotak did raise his fist, he was smiling, not serious. Sieun expected that he’d have had an extreme reaction to that, he’d have actually punched Baku if he’d have tried the same thing, instead he just reacted how Sieun had when Suho did the same thing all those months ago. It was him. Sieun had seen a glimpse of some pictures Gotak’s boyfriend had sent him, he hadn’t even debated the guys identity before but then he remembered. The picture of him in the bath, the scar on his foot. It matched the exact one Sieun had given him with his own glasses, before he’d gotten exact replicas.
It’s him.
Sieun wanted to murder both of them. They deserved it. Idiots. Brainless fucking twats. They’re fucking. Sieun was not about to make himself seen, not now, not like this. He was supposed to be clever, yet he’d only just noticed. Idiotic. He was going to tell Suho, Suho needed a dramatic story, he’d been awake three weeks now.
“And then, they walked away together, he’s the boyfriend.” Suho’s jaw had dropped, he was letting out comical sighs every once in a while to signal his shock and engagement.
“And that’s the guy who broke his knee? It explains all the marks.” Suho added at the end of Sieun’s tale. He didn’t even know Seongje, he barely knew Gotak, he was too interested in getting to know Sieun again, catch up on the past year.
“Hmn, it’s weird. It explains why he won’t tell us.” Sieun answered, his head against the wall behind him. Suho wanted him so badly, but it was too soon. Even hobbling to the bathroom with a friend was tiring work, he couldn’t do much more. He loved Sieun so deeply, he was never going to let him go. If he could go back and change anything about it, he wouldn’t, if he could stop time and change the moment he got into the elevator, he wouldn’t.
He’d do anything for Sieun, a coma was nothing, learning to walk again, anything he was asked. Suho would even listen to Halmeoni’s nagging forevermore, if it meant he could keep Sieun by his side, under his wing for the rest of their lives. Honestly, he didn’t really care about Gotak and his fucking boyfriend, he just wanted to hear Sieun talk, he didn’t care what he spoke about.
Juntae discovered the two of them in a different way, he’d gone over to Gotak’s to check in on him. He hadn’t seen him for a few days, since it was summer, he didn’t see him at school. He’d let himself in with the key hidden under the flower pot, he had knocked but Gotak always insisted he probably had his headphones if he didn’t answer and that Juntae should just let himself in.
Instead, he heard heavy breathing, at first he assumed Gotak might just be jerking off but then he heard a whine, followed by a not-Gotak voice saying “Don’t be impatient, angel,” which Juntae didn’t know what to do with. The boyfriend was in there. The boyfriend whose identity he didn’t know. Curiosity engulfed him as he approached the room slowly, the door as open. Just a peak, just to know who he was.
Then he saw Seongje, The Wolf, in Gotak’s lap, his coat was thrown across Gotak’s desk chair. Shit. Fuck. How the fuck could he get out without being fucking slaughtered by Gotak’s apparent boyfriend, AKA Keum ‘The Wolf’ Seongje.
“Tak-ah, do you want to fuck me?” Seongje asked, almost sweetly, Juntae couldn’t believe it, he’d reversed sp quickly, he almost hit the entry door. He could feel his face flushing, he had to escape. Then he heard a hum, a sound of affirmation coming from his friend. Then a sound echoed through the apartment, skin on skin, Seongje had hit him. Juntae came back towards his bedroom door, raising his umbrella, ready to beat Seongje.
He heard a quiet sob before Gotak whined loudly, he had to leave, but what if Gotak was scared? He couldn’t tell. Then he heard the click of a camera, he’d taken a picture of Gotak’s crying face, fuck this. They can handle it themselves, Gotak could beat him or be beaten, he was leaving. He’d seen more than enough, he didn’t want to see anything else. He silently snuck out, locking the door behind him and hiding the key again. Fuck that, he was never telling anyone.
Gotak turned up to the groups meeting the day after, perfectly fine. They were dating. Juntae finally connected the dots, his stupid friend was dating their stupid rival. Idiots, pair of fucking twats. He wasn’t getting involved, he couldn’t mention what he’d seen. Not to anyone, especially not to Gotak.
After Seongje had saved him from a Union beating, Juntae couldn’t help himself from mentioning it. “I saw you two, I know you about you and Gotak.” He mumbled, not looking at Seongje, who was at the sofa opposite, smoking as always.
“Hmn, really? What did you see?” He replied calmly, leaning back, blowing smoke rings.
“Enough. He was crying, you took pictures.” That didn’t tell Seongje much, he did that a lot, he liked taking pictures fo Gotak, especially when he cried. All he knew was that it hadn’t happened at his den, the warehouse, the kid wouldn’t have ventured into his space without Baku and Gotak.
“Oh, that was you in his apartment? I thought it might’ve been the newbie, but that makes more sense.” Of course he’d known, sharp skills. He could hear well, no matter what people thought. He knew what went on in his patch, always, he knew there was a little fucker in there. He just didn’t think it would be this one, he knew if it was Baku that he’d have made himself heard.
“You knew I was there?” In truth, he’d heard a small squeak coming from outside the door, Gotak’s mother was at work and shed have shouted on entery so he didn’t draw attention to it. He just let it happen. He didn’t care about being seen, he knew Gotak was clueless, too deep in the moment.
“Of course I did. I wasn’t the one being dommed. You tell daddy yet?” Shameless. That’s what talking to Seongje felt like, he was slightly disgusted (very) at the way Seongje didn’t seem to care. “Baku? No. I haven’t told anyone.”
“Don’t tell Gotak, he doesn’t need to know.” Maybe he did care, on a subatomic level, Juntae understood the embarrassment his friend would feel if he mentioned it. Then Baku and Gotak crashed through the door, like they’d enter to find Seongje removing Juntae’s finger nails.
“What’s going on? What are you doing to him?” Baku almost shouted as he came close to Juntae, Seongje was actually nowhere near him, he was just leaning forward on his sofa, still smoking the same cigarette.
“I didn’t do anything. Why the fuck do you think I called Gotak to come get him?” He hated Baku so much. Gotak found it kind of ridiculous, he could also see Seongje’s bruised, bloody knuckles as he helped Baku lift Juntae. Their eyes caught one another, a silent question of if Seongje’s hand was okay. He nodded minutely, dragging his fingertips across the dried blood, Gotak would be back, he knew it. Gotak would press messy, wet kisses to his hand, in thanks of saving his friend, Seongje would let him.
Seongje was still sat in the same place when Gotak returned later that night, he was still smoking. “Thank you.” Gotak said, coming further into the room, now noticing the purple blooming across Seongje’s left eye lid, spreading to his nose and cheek.
“Don’t thank me, Tak-ah. He didn’t do anything wrong.” “That doesn’t usually stop you, or make you stop them.” Yeah, fair enough, Seongje thought. He watched Gotak go into the small kitchen area, grabbing bowls, small towels, water and the small first aid kit he kept on top of the fridge. ‘Tak-ah’- he’d started calling him that as a joke, to tease him out Juntae doing it, it grew on them too though.
“Don’t start, baby. I’m injured.” He tried to look as innocent as possible, widening his eyes and looking up as he watched Gotak set up his supplies on the coffee table. Gotak took his glasses off slowly, carefully, grimacing as he got a closer look at his eye, his sclera was bloodshot, like a vessel had burst. The Union goon must’ve gotten a solid hit in.
“Ah, knight in shining armour. Sit still, Seongje-ah.” Gotak sat on the table, alongside his ball of water, hand towels and first aid box, he leaned forward, pulling Seongje’s hands into his.
“Yes, baby.” He replied dumbly, watching Gotak’s face who huffed softly before focusing on the gashes along his knuckles. He felt dumb watching Gotak rub at his hands, after he finished cleaning each one, he added a salve before wrapping them gently. He finished each hand with a kiss to the bandages.
“There you go, let me see your eye.” Gotak said,his hand coming gently under Seongje’s chin, guiding him forward. He simply added the soothing balm around his eye, luckily there wasn’t any leaking blood, the heavy gaze told him Seongje could still see. “Better?” Gotak asked, his hands cupping Seongje’s cheeks. He nodded gently, careful not to make his headache any worse, instead he held Gotak’s hand in his, turning his head to kiss his boy’s palm.
Gotak’s hand soon moved, coming to unbutton Seongje’s shirt, his jacket was long gone, thrown across the room in a rage while Juntae was there earlier. “Fuck me, Gotak.” He whispered, hands coming to loop his fingers into Gotak’s pants.
“No. You’re hurt.” Gotak was assessing his bruising, Seongje knew that. He’d seen the way Seongje heaved a breath earlier, fighting against the pressure in his ribs. They weren’t broken, just bruised. He’d only been hit a few times, more than Juntae had, but less than he’d hit them.
“Princess, come on. I’m fine, I want you.” He argued, letting Gotak press against the marks, assessing the damage through Seongje’s reactions, who wasn’t going to give in. “Seongje.” Gotak replied, his hand holding his jaw still. Seongje dipped his hands further, palming at Gotak’s bulge through his joggers, he was already half hard.
“I want you, I want to taste you, want you to fuck me.” Seongje whined, relishing in the way Gotak’s hand slipped down, holding his neck instead, his thumb pushing against the mans lips.
“Jagi…” He whined above him, letting his partner pull his dick out. He was a weak, weak man, having such a beautiful man beneath him, asking so well. Seongje without his glasses, without the jacket and the condescending aura, looking up at him so pretty, wanting it so bad. Hurt or not, Seongje knew exactly what he was doing. Bitch, Gotak thought, ready to let him do whatever he wanted as always.
Gotak nods when Seongje looks up again, searching his eyes for approval. Seongje is so hard as he sinks to his knees, pulling Gotak’s dick out. Gotak’s hands fly out, one digging through Seongje’s hair, the other steadying himself on the table, knocking the first aid box over.
“Desperate, hmn? Looks good on you, Seongje-ah.” Gotak huffed, his chest already heaving. His knees dropped apart further, welcoming Seongje between them. The man sticks his tongue out to lick at the head of Gotak’s cock, laying open mouthed kisses at it, mouthing roughly. It doesn’t take long before he sinks down, the heavy weight of Gotak against his tongue, his salty taste sending fireworks off in Seongje’s head.
How could he think? In one of his favourite positions, with his favourite person’s dick entering his throat. Cock dumb, that’s what he said when he had Gotak like this, he shivers softly as he gets down further, bottoming out. He holds his head there for a few seconds, indulging in the weight of his partner inside him, tasting him, breathing him in. He liked Gotak’s smell, everywhere, from the aftershave on his neck to the musk of his dick.
“Take your time, be careful.” Gotak urged, pulling at Seongje’s hair, drawing himself out slightly, resting on his tongue. Seongje drove himself back down roughly, choking slightly withe the speed and depth. “No. I’ll stop this if you do that. You’ve got bruised ribs, don’t push it.” Gotak ordered, pulling him off again, he used the hand in Seongje’s hair to yank his head back, holding him there until
Seongje whined and huffed a quick ‘yes, hyung’ before diving back in. Hyung. Seongje only said that when he was in deep, too deep for right now, what they’d done so far. Gotak imagined it was the aftercare and the beating he’d had. Seongje wanted him to pull his hair more, not use it to pull him off his dick, just pull on it. He decided to use his own hand to mimic the action using Gotak’s hand hoping he got the picture, he would, he refused to pull like Seongje wanted, so careful of his ribs and eye as if they affected his ability to be throat fucked like he wanted. He wouldn’t get that, not this time, next time.
“What do you want, baby, hmn?” Gotak asked, stroking Seongje’s cheek with his thumb. “Fuck me.” He replied, bring a hand to smooth up Gotak’s ribs and abs, he wanted it so bad. “Good boy, let’s go to bed. Come on, jagi.” Gotak eased him off his dick, helping him up on shaky legs. He held both his arm and his waist as he helped him up the stairs, all the way up to his bed.
Seongje is shirt is the only thing missing when they get upstairs, leaving Gotak to remove his pants and the rest of his own clothes. He lays Seongje down on his front who was mewling softly, whining as Gotak’s hand comes down to his ass, he quickly finds the lube, soaking his fingers and Seongje’s ass. He liked having Seongje messy, begging for his dick. “You ready, baby?” He asked softly, his fingers massaging Seongje’s hole.
“Hurry the fuck up.” Seongje replied, almost dreamily, he wanted it so bad. He lacked his usual bite, aggression, reduced to a sweaty mess, writhing on the sheets. At that, Gotak gives in, slowly working him open, up to four fingers, ready for his cock. He used more lube again, spreading it over his dick, ready to breach Seongje, he pushed a hand back across his throat, holding him still, taking him in.
“You still okay? Are your ribs okay?” Gotak asked, rocking in gently, leaning over to kiss the back of Seongje’s neck.
“Yes, hyung.” Seongje whined, pushing at Gotak’s thigh, urging him to go quicker, fuck him harder, Gotak knew his lover well, knew what he wanted even before he spoke. Their rhythm increased, their skin slapping wildly, fast and hard. Gotak’s hand pushed under Seongje, grasping his cock, moving wildly to bring Seongje to the edge, it didn’t take much, not now. Seongje whined louder, bucking his hips back against Gotak’s, signalling that he was close.
“Come for hyung, Je-ah,” was all it took to push him over the edge, Gotak continued to milk him into the sheets below them. Gotak soon followed, filling Seongje with his spend, the two collapsed against each other, a sweaty heap, into their mess.
“Okay?” Gotak asked after a few minutes, helping manoeuvre him upright, away from the wet patch. Seongje only hummed, reaching for his pants off the floor, digging out his cigarettes. Gotak opened the window on instinct, he knew by now what Seongje wanted. A phone started ringing, ‘it’s yours’ Seongje had said, leaning his against Gotak’s neck, who had an arm around his shoulder.
“Let it ring,” Gotak said, nuzzling into Seongje, kissing against one of the marks on his neck.
They’d fallen asleep on the bed after kicking the tarnished bedding to the floor, Seongje on his back with Gotak’s head against his abdomen. They weren’t exactly expecting visitors, so the yelling was a surprise. They were in their underwear now, protecting their junk against the cool breeze, not bothering to close the window after smoking.
“Gotak! What the fuck are you doing, is he blackmailing you?” Baku yelled as Sieun and Juntae burst into the room after him. Gotak sat straight up in bed, staring at Baku like he’d grown an extra head.
“Baku, what are you doing here?” Gotak replied, half an asleep, barely able to see.
“He’s the enemy! Why are you in bed with HIM?” Baku was yelling, pointing at the two of them. Seongje woke up slowly, pushing himself up, coincidentally brushing against Gotak’s neck, causing Baku to scream like a banshee.
“Shut the fuck up!!” Seongje yelled, rubbing his eyes, tired.
“Tak-ah, I think you should explain.” Juntae said quietly, rounding on Baku.
“Oh, you knew?” Baku yelled, taking a step away from Juntae.
“He doesn’t know anything, don’t shout at him.” No one was allowed to talk to Juntae like that, not even Baku, not on Gotak’s watch. Maybe that’s why he saved Juntae from a beating, Gotak’s protectiveness was wearing off on him. Disgusting.
“He does, he’s seen us before.” Seongje whispered to Gotak, what a morning! All Seongje wanted was a good sleep after a good fuck, but no.
“Baku, calm down. I said you shouldn’t have come.” Sieun said, on Baku’s other side, facing him rather than his half naked friend and their rival, who they’d fought so many times before.
“He’s supposed to be my fucking friend, I thought maybe Seongje was torturing him, not this.” Of course, blame Seongje. It’s not like he’d saved Baku’s little friend yesterday.
“Don’t tell me you knew too.” Gotak shouted, pointing to his quiet friend, who simply looked away. Guilty.
“Sieun!” Baku yelled, looking angrier than ever.
“Tak-ah, calm down. Baku, shut your fucking mouth!!” Seongje interrupted, his hand massaging against Gotak’s back, who responded by shooting up to get changed, ready to chase his friend. He always knew how badly Baku would take it, probably run and blame Baekjin, say he was forcing Seongje to use Gotak.
“Traitor.” Baku yelled as Gotak pulled his sweat pants on.
“Child.” Seongje coughed, ready to punch Baku.
“Keum Seongje, don’t fucking start.” Gotak yelled from where he stood, now fully dressed. Baku stormed out, followed by Gotak then the other two. Seongje threw himself back into bed, laughing like a maniac. Stupid. He knew this was coming. Those idiots. He just hoped Gotak would come to him comfort after this, as he lit another cigarette. He wasn’t chasing them. Fucking idiots.