Thread: Break The Cycle [BAB+Soubi]

Jiyong was so lost to blinding rage that he knew instinctively that his movements weren't as fast as they SHOULD have been. He knew he was ever so very sloppy, but he didn't care, all he wanted was this. . . this. . . thing that thought to deny him his Seunghyun to bleed profusely and know pain. Lots of pain. He moved turning to stay in front of Hanul, given most vital organs were on the front, Jiyong's reasoning? His claws would do the most damage there. Gone was any reasoning for Jiyong that perhaps marking the pet was not the best of ideas, that the females might object. Jiyong ping ponged side to side looking for another opening, his mind closed to the fact that Hanul was larger and if his muscles were anything to go onstronger. Jiyong locked in on his side anyway, and went in for a wound that he hoped would rip open the hated side that Hanul would remember for all time. The wiry male pounced, only Hanul side stepped him, and unable to compensate in mid air in so little time, Jiyong was off balance and at the mercy of the arm that locked itself around his throat. Muthafucker! Jiyong all but yowled as the brute slammed him to the floor painfully. For a moment Jiyong saw stars and white spots in his eyes, as the air was crushed from his lungs. It was only a moment though, since the porn idol was in peak physical condition. Not that his excellent health did anything in way of saving him. But Jiyong was still past the point of caring, he would go down fighting if need be. The snarling and growls he made writhing under Hanul, had a sound similar to those a spiting rabid feline would make. He bit, kicked, bucked and dug his claws in as many places as he could reach before Hanul spewing foul explicative forced his hands together, summarily pinning him. Jiyong hissed fully in his face, completely forgetting his small fangs in their elongated positioning. The only realization he had that he had lost complete control of his appearance was the shocked expression of the pet above him. Jiyong wanted to kick himself. It was disgraceful, he had never even let Seunghyun see him change, and that had been damn hard given how good his lover gave it too him. He'd only allowed himself one lost of control in the last three years and it had been pitch dark, and the very first time Seunghyun had ever given him a blow job. He'd lost anything remotely close to control, with the incredible orgasm blowing his mind totally and the burn had been everywhere just like now. Only then burning had felt fucking amazing. Right now, he was just pissed beyond all reason. Seunghyun hadn't known, and Jiyong fought the instinct since then to mark the older man viciously when ever they fucked. It was ingrained, this hiding. Taught from the onset of puberty--the moment a hormonally raging pre-teen's dark eyes lightened, Mariposa trainers secretly and brutally taught these kittens to control their emotions. Anger, pleasure, sadness. . . any strong emotion could send shock waves of their feline DNA rushing through the blood stream, like a natural defense. Like now. . . Resentfully, Jiyong swiped out at the Hanul, as the shocked pet had loosened his grip. But he shouldn't have bothered as it resulted in the enraged brute forcing his screeching form back on his stomach. Stupid pet was damn heavy too. Jiyong wiggled and panted and hurled every insult he knew at the block headed caveman of a pet. Exhausted in a moment, and crushed from Hanul's weight, Jiyong whimpered helplessly, and hoped that now that the pet had proved his superiority he would just get the fuck up. It was a moment before Jiyong had calmed enough to notice Hanul wasn't moving. . . wasn't speaking either. He wasn't familiar with Hanul's scentbut most non-Mariposa males smelled the same when turned on. The human pheromones, their DNA structure altered to be far more potent even to Jiyong's sensitive nostril passages, had the tendency to smell rather similar to those primate progenitors of long ago. Had the musky scent been whiffing from Seunghyun, Jiyong would not have hesitated to throw his clothing off and act on the primitive mating call locked within that rich heady odor. But this wasn't Seunghyun's desire he was smelling and definitely not Jiyong's own need. Get off of me you pervert! Jiyong yelped, when the realization hit him that Kyu's horn dog of a pet was attempting to grind on his ass. Jiyong fought urge to grind right back, fuck these drugshe wanted his bonded not Kyu's psycho. I'm not your submissive damnit! Jiyong tried to wiggle free again but that only seemed to make the stupid pet hornier. Fucking hell when the fuck was the last time he'd had sex?! Jiyong tried frantically to calm down and relax. He couldn't smell himself, but he had been taught as a youth that some males were more susceptible to the beastly calling card in his DNA. Hanul seemed to be one of these males. Knowing his little by the book nephew, Kyu had probably never let even an inkling of his secret become apparent. Jiyong had seen the tapes, in all of them Kyu had been angry, even antagonistic toward his pet but he had never changed. Fucking hell! Jiyong grumbled and shifted his ass to the side in an effort to halt the train of thought Hanul was apparently taking. Ignoring the lips brushing feather light along the column of his neck in invitation though was a lot harder. A teeny moan escaped before Jiyong could stop it. When Seunghyun didn't answer his warning, Kyu shrugged and then rolled over on his back to daydream about a painting he wanted to finishjust as soon as the interlopers left. He was almost lulled to sleep by the near continuous tickey-tack of Seunghyun on his laptop. Oh well, guess I was wrong, Kyu thought mildly. Maybe Jiyong was just pet to Seunghyun, since it seemed the other didn't care that Hanul was probably gonna rape him, kill him or both. Hey! Kyu gasped as he was yanked half asleep to his feet. Seunghyun dragged him from his room and out into the hall. Kyu tugged and tried to pry himself free of the vice like grip on his thin wrist, still too thin from lack of food. It was like fighting steel though, and Kyu resigned himself to being dragged down the hall against his own will. At Hanul's door, Kyu stood unwilling accomplice, while Seunghyun mashed the buttons furiously. Peering around his shoulder when the door didn't budge, Kyu noticed the lock looked tilted. He broke it. Kyu said matter-of-factly in a deadpan voice. He didn't even elaborate who, they both knew Jiyong had no reason and likely no ability to break an electronically locked door. Seunghyun started at the sound of a muffled curse and scream that sounded very much like Kyu's lab mate and uncle. It was only then that Kyu became aware of. . .the scent. Kyu could smell it. His uncle was downright more animal than man if his scent was anything to go by at this point. Jiyong had apparently lost control. Kyu didn't know if Seunghyun knew about the little extra buried in their DNA, that Kyu had been practically taught from birth to conceal. But Seunghyun was busily banging on the door, following that with a kick. He didn't seem aware of the scent, not in the way Kyu was. He didn't know! Kyu was tempted to warn him, but a wicked part of him thought it served the fool right. Jiyong probably thought himself better than Kyu. Had probably swagged in thinking Hanul was easy to control. Idiot! He was getting what he deserved now, in Kyu's opinion. The little master almost smiled, only he caught a whiff of Hanul, correction, a very turned on Hanul. Kyu fumed silently next Seunghyun who looked as if he was about to break down the door. So Hanul hated him, but his cat crazed cousin was just fine and dandy to let fuck him? Faithless bastard, Kyu thought evilly and hoped Jiyong bit Hanul's cock off with his fangs. Kyu squeaked in pain however when Seunghyun tightened his grip on him out of rage. Say something. What? Kyu blinked up in surprise at blue hair bossy boots. Seunghyun was glaring at him as if he was the reason Jiyong was about to find out the hard way there was no controlling Hanul, not any longer. Kyu might have told Seunghyun, it was a lost cause unless he broke down the doorbut the other master gave him a look that could have fried the sun, making Kyu think it wise to keep his thoughts to himself. I dont care what it is, just say something to get your pet to open this door. NOW. Great! Hanul was insane, Jiyong had gone kitty, and now even blue hair was losing his shit? Kyu wondered as he was nearly shoved face first into the door. What the hell was he suppose to say? Hanul didn't listen to him anymore. Frankly, Hanul was pretty OK with the idea of him being deadand blue hair wanted him to get Hanul to listen to a command? Kyu cleared his throat uncomfortably, and tried to think of something to say that wouldn't make things worse. He had nothing. . . Unless. . . Jiyong! Hell it was worth a shot, Jiyong might at least not hate him. . . much. Jiyong, you have to calm down. All the way down. Your scent. . . Kyu glanced furtively at blue hair out the side of his vision. It's your. . . um. . . smell. You have to um, relax? I haven't. . . that is to say. . . we haven't. . . um. . .Hanul and I. . . you know. . . haven't been like. . .um together in like um. . .weeks. Your scent may have something he likes . . . Kyu wanted to melt into the floor boards at the humiliating point this whole situation had driven him to. He could only hope that Jiyong got the gist of what he had been trying to say, and figured out the rest himself. Jiyong had begun to panic right before the sound of Seunghyun's foot connecting with Hanul's door reached him. He was saved! Jiyong wiggled eagerly, stopping only when he felt the stupid pet's hard-on. For real? Jiyong immediately stilled, then lay there fuming, but his rescue didn't comethere was only one more bang and the silence. Where was Seunghyun? His anger flared again hot and renewed, bringing the burning of his tattoo back. Fuck it, he didn't give a damn anymore if the pet saw him change, he was gonna probably need his claws anyway to get out of this. Jiyong was on the verge of extending them again and perhaps exercising his fangs too on Hanul this timeonly the pet had paused at his molesting and fondling and was now staring at the door. Jiyong jerked his own head back and wished desperately he could kick Hanul off. He was gonna give it the old college try when Kyu's voice reached him. Calm down? Wha? In the stammers and stutters, Jiyong heard Kyu's broken pride. He was also painfully aware that Kyu had reached out to him, instead of trying to reason with the pet. Was it really that bad between them? Apparently it was, cause Hanul seemed a bit too eager to get in his ass, even before he had lost control the pet had been acting out. Hell him breaking the door was the reason they were in this ridiculous position. Jiyong quietly breathed and tried to get his control back, and thought while he was at it. Seunghyun could definitely physically take the door down so there had to be a reason why he hadn'tJiyong knew his bonded well enough to know that if taking the door down was possible then it would have been done already. No, he had held back for a reason, which meant Jiyong knew he had to get big, dumb and horny to open that door from this side. Fucking hell. . . . Hanul, Jiyong said in his best coaxing voice when he was sure he had calmed down enough to form complete thoughts without yowling or hissing. Be honest, you don't really want me do you? I'm not saying you have to go back to your masto Kyu either. Not even he is saying that. But think about it. . . if you fuck me or try to, I'll fight youyou would have to beat unconscious I promise you. Then my partner will come for you. Seunghyun would never forgive you. I'm bonded to him, he would turn you inside outside in retaliation. When the pet looked back at him and made as if he was gonna scoff at such an idea, Jiyong rushed on. He silently said sorry to Kyu in his own head for what he was about to do. Even if this was for the best Kyu would still probably feel like Jiyong had threw him under the bus. But if you just need to get off, why not use Kyu? Neither Seunghyun nor I would stop you. Kyu can't fight you. I mean it's not like he's that difficult to subdue him. You've already had sex with each other anyway. You've even devalued him, so it's not like he has a whole lot of options now as a sex idol. Besides. . . Jiyong's eyes briefly flashed their natural green. We're exactly the same if you get what I'm saying. I'm sure if you rub Kyu the right way he'll mew for you too. Frankly I'm pretty sure if you think back there was probably a time, maybe beforethat Kyu smelled better than anyone else. Did you think that was an accident? And I assure you it has nothing to do with a bond or a collar. If you don't believe you should fuck him again and see. . . Jiyong prayed while the pet looked at him considering, that Hanul's curiosity was stronger than his anger at Kyu. He'd worry about saving his nephew from the crazed hormonal pet later, if it came to that.