Thread: Break The Cycle [BAB+Soubi]

Maybe a lot of typos............I'm half dead now..... Jiyong ignored the randy, ill-breed pets scoffingthe overgrown punk could call him Satan's kitty fuck so long as the brute just got off of him and opened the door for Seunghyun. He had a whole week to pay back Hanul for the way the abomination had treated him on this day. The next time a cock got ground anywhere between them, Jiyong planned to make damn sure it was his sawing in and out of this moron's anus. The minute the pet got up and went to the door Jiyong bounced onto his knees then to his feet. He observed quietly that even though the pet's words said one thing on top of him, his body language said something entirely different. Maybe the stupid boy had the females fooled and scared, but Jiyong knew the pet had barely turned him another glance before going to the door. Even his involuntary movements had been focused solely on Kyu's muffed vocalizations. Jiyong could see the twitches, and internal battle the pet Hanul had waged to not immediately jump up and go to that voice. Some of it was his trained pet responses, but most of it, the unconscious part and that desire that Jiyong got just the barest whiff off his skinwas pure attraction to just the mere sound of Kyu. Stupid kid. . . The wryly dry thought was almost amused, though Jiyong was not amused at the ass pat the pet doled out to his still clothed bottom before removing himself. That required another silent count to ten to resist adding a matching scratch to the other side of Hanul's face. If he did nothing else before he left here he was going to make damn sure to try out one of the herbal drug cocktails he had learned in the Anarchist cookbook on this fool so Kyu could fuck his insolent asshole inside out and sideways. There were plenty of interesting recipes now secured in Jiyong's head that would make the silly pet senseless and horny enough to take it anyway Kyu might want to give it to him, little nephew could consider it an early birthday present from his dear uncle Jiyong. The green didn't fade from Jiyong's eyes until the insane pet had opened the door. . . Kyu knew he had taken a risk by reasoning with Jiyong instead of Hanul, but blue hair and his trapped relation didn't know the former pet like he did. Hanul was gone, his beloved sweet bonded pet had been replaced with this animal. Kyu could barely thinking of the replacement with Hanul's name. His body certainly didn't recognize the brute in there as his Hanul. Frankly Kyu was more attracted to Mr. Blue Hair Bad Manners standing out here with him than the jerk who had kidnapped Jiyong. Or well, catnapped it seemed given the scent his uncle was giving off in angry waves. Kyu doubted his appeal would even work, he had never smelled a fellow lab mates change as completely as he could smell Jiyong's. Uncle it seemed had really gone off the deep end. Kyu couldn't help wondering how much of a change their shared genetic secret had wrought. Did Jiyong's eyes change? Even though most Mariposa males learned of the change soon after the first innocent jolt of pre-teen hormonesthough none were allowed to speak of it. The female doctors always knew too. Kyu himself had woken up in the wet leavings of his first pleasantly sexual prepubescent dreaming, to a burning chest and a stoic female doctor. In the days that followed were a steady stream of behavior modifiers many of which made their point painfully clear, until Kyu had learned to fight back the urge to let the burning under his tattooed chest take over. They stood him in front of mirrors with thinly veiled threats about what happen to wanna be porn idol boys who couldn't make their ears look normal or didn't learn to resist the need to claw. Kyu had secretly always wanted changed eye color as well, but it seemed that was defective on him. Much like his laughable height, his eyes could barely pull off a change if you could call going from honey brown to light brown a real changeand his ears only got the barest hint of pointing. It hadn't been hard for him to quickly learn to resist the burning. He had claws too that uncurled but they were ever so very tiny, and had only uncurled fully once. It had been during the first week of bonding with Hanul, their very first night in the dorm alone. The pet had been confident and seductive in his newly acquired sexual ability, and eager to fully explore bonding with Kyu. The brand new little master, so enamored of his new bonded pet, had been completely willing to let said pet explore positions that weren't exactly in the official training manual for their size and weight classes. Their experimentation that first night on their own led at some point to Hanul straddling Kyu, and impaling himself on Kyu's stiffen shaft and eagerly riding his masters cock upright, using his headboard to support the majority of his weight. Kyu had been laying shocked beneath the nimble and sexually creative pet, turned on and pinned in the most wonderfully erotic way. The position had been such a physical and visual head fuck, Kyu had been unable to maintain his usual control over his change and excited feline hormones that blasted through his body. Their effect causing his tiny claws to uncurl and dig into Hanuls rolling hips and rocking pelvis, while he spasmed over and over in mind numbing pleasure. The pet had not felt the scratches at the time or if he did he had been too busy climaxing to care, but when Kyu had seen the deep red welts marring a sleeping Hanul's perfect hips and buttock later, he'd been ashamed. He had never allowed Hanul to ride him again, and awkwardly explained the welts away as a result of the bed springs as best he could while dabbing at a confused Hanul with antiseptic the next morning. The geneticists had considered Kyu, Mariposas greatest success since he had the barest hint of change. Apparently, there had been one other Mariposa male who could pass as fully human as well, but he had be several class years before Kyuand rumor had it he had been deemed scentless and thus unsuitable to porn idol work. Kyu had only been able to get a name after lots record hacking. . . Jinki. That was it. No male number, nothing in his file to say what had happened to the rumored Jinki. No pictures save a disastrous, blurred training film that Kyu could barely make out after he had located and stolen it. Kyu now assumed that deficient Jinki had probably ended up on a breeder line. So there was no one he could talk to about his unimpressive DNA, he was just thankful that unlike the rumored male he did have pheromones, and did have a scent that aroused Hanul. At least he use to arouse Hanul, that is he did before the pet had become emotionally attracted to someone else and run away. Though now after this situation with Jiyong, Kyu had to wonder if perhaps he was becoming defunct liked the legendary Jinkisince it appeared Hanul had been turned on by Jiyong just fine. Kyu didn't even squeak out much of a protest, when Seunghyun shoved him out of the way. He shuffled to the back and out of the wayand just hoped blue hair hadn't really listened well to what he had said to Jiyong. Kyu had been considering returning to his room, already tired of the nonsense that was his life yet again thanks to his so-called pet, when Hanul's bedroom door opened. Kyu wasn't sure what he expected. . . a contrite Hanul, perhaps Jiyong to run out in tears, or even Hanul and Jiyong fucking like bunnies. What he didn't expect is what Jiyong's weird partner did next. One moment the blue haired male was glaring at Hanul like he intended to choke the pet, the next he was calmly, and dare Kyu say enthusiastically throttling the pet. Kyu was almost tempted to step in but it all happened so fast that by the time he had connected the moment in his headSeunghyun was stepping over a downed Hanul and firmly closing the both of them out of Hanul's bedroom. Jiyong could only stare wide eyed at what his bonded had done to Hanul in the doorway. Jiyong in all his life had never seen anyone do what Seunghyun had done. No one do anything so violent and cold. Aure the pet had kinda deserved it, but Jiyong was well aware that Kyu, and his pet were just barely in their twenties that was a baby in the porn idol world. No it was more than that, his bonded had been almost sadistic in the way he had dealt with the pet, there had been a calculated pleasure in his movements that Jiyong could not in good conscious call normal. Unconsciously, Jiyong took a step back, the hairs on the back of his neck standing at attention, even as a shiver of desire slithered traitorously down his spine. His bonded had just lost his marbles on a guy, a kid really and god help him, Jiyong still wanted him with every fiber of his being. Jiyong took another step back, his eyes trained on Seunghyun's for any glimmer of his usually calm, almost pleasant countenance. The only thing calm about the other man was his slow easy gaitbut Jiyong wasn't fooled, his sensitive nose flared slightly as he took in Seunghyun aroused heavy scent. There was something different about it this time, some darker element beneath his desire. Something that set off Jiyong's instincts enough that he was the slightest bit hesitant to run to Seunghyun and jump into his arms, as he imagined he would when Hanul had been holding him hostage. He literally had to force himself to even stay in one place when Seunghyun finally reached him, against all his other senses better judgment just to run, but his eyes had a hard time maintaining the battle of wills with Seunghyun's almost fathomless dark eyes. Jiyong's gaze flitted away with him hoping the other didn't notice that he smelled perhaps just a wee bit different than usual. Fighting off Hanul in anger he had completely forgotten there was a side of him Seunghyun knew nothing about. Did you have fun with that pet? The frankly foolish question was so unexpected that for a moment Jiyong's righteous anger returned with a vengeance and his gaze jerked back to his bonded to clarify just how little fun that juvenile monkey crawling on him had been. But the look on Seunghyun face was devoid of all humor, the cold in his icy gaze seeped into Jiyong pores and halted anything snarky he might have said. Then he was flying. Well not flying . . . flying exactly. More like sailing, and then crashing to his back on the bed where Seunghyun had shoved him. Wha?! Jiyong started to sputter, but Seunghyun was over and on him, teeth to his jaw, his chin. Alarm bells went off right around the moment those teeth found their way onto his bottom lip summarily silencing him. Jiyong knew his eyes had went round from shock when those teeth tugged at his his imprisoned skin, painfully and even after Seunghyun released him, trembling, he could still feel the sting and taste a ghosting flavor of metallic blood in his mouth. The sharp tang quickly drove home what several pleasant years had made Jiyong cheerfully forget bonded to Seunghyun. That his bond partner was still a pain master, retired yesbut given that few pain masters rebonded, if ever, retired Seunghyun was an anomaly. Maybe even a dangerous anomaly. Jiyong hadn't known Seunghyun when he had been that other person, that master of pain and pleasure as one. Hadn't even wanted too. At least he thought he didn't want to know that person, but now confronted with the real dealJiyong wasn't so sure that he didn't want to know that other Seunghyun. Was this what he had been for Seungri? It dawned on Jiyong on then he really didn't know anything about his bonded. Nothing prior to becoming his trainee and then later his lover. He didn't even know how Seunghyun had been trained and other than the fact Seunghyun had been birthed from one of Mariposa's sister labs, he knew nothing of Seunghyun's life. He was willing to potentially lay down his own life if need be for Seunghyun to get to this freedom, a task that Jiyong was not even sure was possibleand he didn't even know this man that he had given his heart and body to for the last three years. His shirt being ripped open brought Jiyong back to the present, and even though his mind was full and spinning with too many thoughtshis body was still behaving like the sex drug addled hormonal mine field it already was. He arched helplessly in pleasure when rough heavy hands smoothed along his chest, even as his mind screamed something about such pleasure was surely off. Those same hands took his pants, and then his underwearleaving his shamelessly naked body to rather obscenely display just how much it was enjoying this none too gentle treatment. Jiyong was having a hard time focusing when Seunghyun ground a possessive and insistent pelvis into him, but he knew he had to change things, shift this inequity between them. He wanted this, but he wanted it on his own terms. Through the haze of his needy senses he heard Seunghyun's words. Dirty words, black ugly words that were coated in jealous hunger, filthy things Jiyong had never had the older man utter to him even when Jiyong had still been his somewhat resistant trainee. The images those words conjured in Jiyong mind were down right deviant and still he couldn't bring himself to push away from Seunghyun. Even though him staying beneath his bonded scared him so much more. Hunting for words that would make everything right between them again, make it safe againJiyong found himself pinned where he was. Seunghyun's face was calm, but those words and his scent made a lie of that tranquility. Jiyong could still smell that dark something that made the sexual air between their bodies crackle tensely. Jiyong focused on the single bead of sweat that rolled down the side of his bonded face, while he looked for an answer, any answer that would suck the cold dark fury Jiyong was sure was hovering at the edge of Seunghyun's reasoning, darkness that some part of him was attracted too. You're going to tell me what it is that you and that cutie Kyu kid are hiding, why it stinks in here like an exotic whorehouse, right? It was on the tip of Jiyong's tongue to confess, to lay the responsibility of his secret self at Seunghyun's feet. But even as his mouth opened, he realized he couldn't. Not out of some foolish misplaced loyalty to his lab, no, hell he hadn't even given a thought to Mariposa since he'd left. No, not telling was just for himself. Seunghyun still had his secrets, hell he had all the secretseven some of Jiyong's. But this he didn't have. This one thing that was the core of who Jiyong truly was, what he was capable ofhis bonded had no knowledge of. Laying there staring up at Seunghyun, dark, angry, jealous and smelling like he intended to be the one who did the ass turning inside out. . . Jiyong felt powerful. Seunghyun wanted this from him. More over he thought he was entitled to it and could just take it from Jiyong no questions asked. Fuck that. . . .raging hard-on or no raging hard-on, Jiyong rolled over for no one. No. . . Jiyong looked Seunghyun straight in the eyes. His weren't green in that moment but they might as well have been for the power he put into that single word. It felt good too. Saying no flat out to Seunghyun felt damn good, so good he said it again. No! Hell no! You're not training shit! Jiyong's eyes flashed daggers of rebellion. They sparkled in challenge and defiant resistance. Those days are over. I'm not your fucking pet! I will never be your fucking goddamn pet! I ain't a trainee anymore either. I'm your equalbonded to you and it's about time you learned what it means. You don't call the shots with me. You want my secrets then you'll damn well turn over a few of your own first. Tell me about Seungri! Tell about what you did as a pain master before me. Let me in. . .otherwise you can believe what ever your fucked up brain matter has chosen to play out in your sick little fantasy of me and that boyand then go fuck yourself! Kyu tried to tell himself that Hanul had gotten what he deserved with the ass beating blue hair had doled out like a ninja, but the pet's momentary despondent face still tugged at something deep inside that Kyu had tried to bury. The ensuing silence found Kyu trying to look anywhere but at the pet that had disgraced him so callously for his own selfish ends. It had been several weeks since they had even seen each other, Kyu was irritated that unlike himself, the pet didn't look the least bit different than his usual self. Even with the trouncing from Jiyong's partner, Hanul still looked no where near as bruised, bandaged or disheveled as Kyu did. When the pet continued to stare, Kyu's eyes were dragged kicking and screaming to glance at his faithless pet. Their eyes met briefly and uncomfortably for a moment. When both dropped their eyes and the heavy uncomfortable silence remained, Kyu took that as his escape ticket and nimble little feet dashed back to his room. No way was he gonna take Hanul's abuse, just cause the pet couldn't handle the other trainer. But Hanul was nearly as fast and when the tug-of-war at the bedroom door resulted in Kyu jumping back in order to protect his already broken nose, the larger male forced his way into what had been Kyu's private refuge. I really don't give a damn where you sleep Hanul. Much like I'm sure you don't give a fig where I sleep. Or if I sleep Kyu thought sadly before continuing Your not my pet remember? The whole running away, and fucking the virgin out of me for the world to see and then mock made our mutual agreement of I don't give a damn what happens to you pretty clear don't you think? The pet moved to Kyu's bed and spread out on it as if he hadn't processed a word the fuming man had said. Kyu silently counted to ten before flouncing over to the small linen closet in his walk in closet. After some careful rambling, Kyu returned with a stack of pillows and blankets. He then proceeded to ignore the other as he built what was basically a pillow and blanket wall. Kyu was careful to keep his hands and eyes away from Hanul's body, before he he finally settled into the bedas far to opposing side of the pet as humanly possible. Kyu even clung to the edge to put added distance between them There Kyu curled up on his corner of the bed, on the other side of his make shift blockade. Whatever. . . just keep your hands to yourself! You the one who decided I was hindering you. So now that youre free, I see no reason for us to to even so much as speak to each other. I'm still a porn idol. I just want to get through the week, and get this over with as quickly as possible. Jiyong and his trainer partner being here is a waste of time frankly. I already know you don't want to be bonded with me, and I don't want to be with you either--better the women separate us now and just get on with it. We're incompatible, always have been. So you can go back to playing tag with the women and hopefully they'll let me rebond with another who actually wants to be with me. I still have some good years left in me. Kyu sighed and burrowed under his covers, shutting his eyes and attempting to block out the sound of Hanul's breathing, and the coying lure of his familiar scent.