Thread: Break The Cycle [BAB+Soubi]

South Korea, 2053. Women dominate the planet. Men are rare, kept safe and cared for to ensure the survival of the human race. They are also used for entertainment, entertainment of a very sexual kind. Men are raised to believe that there is no other way to live, but some dream of what is beyond their understanding, of freedom. videoyoutube NOTE This rp is already in progress and moved from another site. BAB's Characters Hanul Male 2169 Seunghyun Male 2313 --------------------------------------------- FINALLY! Jiyong nearly leapt on Seunghyun when the others eyes finally met his. He couldn't help his body immediately responding to his bonded's new look, even if his demeanor had much left to be desired. Hell the fact that Seunghyun's eyes had storm clouds brewing still wasn't enough to stop Jiyong from wanting him. The feeling was almost worse than when he had been consuming the double doses of vitamins, physically painful even. Adrenalin flooded Jiyong blood stream, and he was almost springing from his seat before the golf cart abruptly came to a halt tossing him back a little and shaking him to his senses. Damnit. Jiyong murmured under his breath. They were here. . . Kyu was not surprised that the new collar had done nothing for Hanul's deposition. If anything he was even more unruly than before. Kyu was not sure, what or who this wild man was anymore, but he liked it not at all. Sitting as far from the new willful former pet, Kyu didn't miss his eye rolling or the way he made sure to spread himself all over the sofa. Kyu was grateful as hell in that moment that he had once again avoided his vitaminsthe last thing he wanted was to desire Hanul in this state. As a matter of fact after what the pet had put him throughhe was positive he never wanted to desire anything or anyone again. Kyu just wanted the women to get this farce over with, and send Jiyong and hid weird partner on their merry way. The women commanded them to the door, and Kyu sucked his teeth at Hanul's display of brawn. Childishly he hoped the females shocked the misbehaved pet one good one for his foolishness. But they merely gave him disgusted looks and marched them both into the entryway. They rounded the corner and Kyu could already smell Jiyong's familiar lab mate scentand it immediately repelled him slightly. It was a normal reactionthis discomfort with lab mates. It was meant to prevent lab mates from the urge to bond with each other sexually, and as almost a scent marker indication that they were technically family in some why. Jiyong basically smelled similar to Kyu. Kyu was fair certain he had once been told by Jiyong that the other was a distant uncle to him, several times removed, hence their stronger then usual repelling of each other. Which as far as Kyu was concerned that meant Jiyong was only useful if he perhaps needed a kidney later on in life and about 10 or 15 of his other lab mates were killed and their kidneys rendered useless. Kyu bristled visibly as the closer they got to his uncle and his partner, as more pheromones that smelt much like his own smacked Kyu in the face. They were so strong he could smell them past the break, blood clogging his nasal way and the splint. Well fucking hell why didn't he just come naked Kyu thought petulantly, it would have been the same thing. Kyu couldn't stop the angry, jealous hurt creeping up his spine at the thought of Jiyong being eager to screw his pet. So what if the pet in question hated him and would rather stuff himself in a wood chipper than sleep with Kyu. The little disgraced master clasped his hands together tight enough for his nails to bite into the skin of the fatty part of his palm. It was that or claw Jiyong's pretty cat like face off. Kyu was so immersed in his own anger he almost missed the show. The women immediately began screeching at Jiyong's partner, who Kyu had finally noticed and was now sorta fascinated by. Aside from the fact he was about an inch or so taller than Hanul, whom Kyu had always thought was the tallest man he had ever seenSeunghyun had blue hair. Not a normal darkening of blank to almost blue. No this was sea green and ocean blue. Even better it seemed he was also as badly behaved as Hanul. Evidenced by his breaking formal training protocol, to yank Jiyong back against him for what Kyu could only call the most possessive kiss he had ever seen. Kyu shifted on the balls of his feet, uncomfortable, while the women tried to pry the two miscreants apart. The willful man, seemed determined to lip sex his partner for them all to see. Kyu blushed, feeling discomfortedand yet with a wild urge to cheer the two on. It was obvious Jiyong liked what had happenedas he was almost knocking Kyu over with his needy scent. If their tie as lab mates didn't make Jiyong so repellant to himKyu might have been willing to screw his newly pink haired distant uncle himself. Seunghyun allowed the handlers to force them apartKyu really could not call it any thing other that allowing. Then his lips were moving almost impercipient, while he laid his forehead on Jiyong's. Kyu strained to hear what he saidbut being that he wasn't exactly built for brawn, his ears were not heightened as his sense of smell was. Had he been speaking to his pet from hell Hanul, he would have asked him what had been saidas Hanul was genetically design with a few extra bell and whistles Kyu lacked, like heightened hearing, and the large muscular distribution that he had been throwing around lately. Muscles that Kyu was stoutly trying to ignore as they appeared larger that usual as if he worked out all day and night. Bastard. The kissing was unexpected. Jiyong felt himself spinning backward against his will, and basically falling into Seunghyun, more than going to him. He didn't even hear their furious handlers commands or see the shocked expressions of Kyu and his off-kilter pet. There was only the disjointed sensation of spinning out of control and then the warmth and safety of Seunghyun's heat and arousal hardened body. Instinct flattened Jiyong against the skin he could feel like a furnace even through Seunghyun's clothing. His nose filled with the intoxicating scent of his bonded's chemically amped hormones. Jiyong didn't even try to control his desire, and he wasn't in the least sorry his own body probably smelt like a novice porn idol freshly into puberty having his first training session. Yes he damn well wanted Seunghyun desperately, right here right now on the fucking floor of this entryway and he didn't give a shit who knew. Jiyong felt the incredible rush of excitement and lust three days without this had done to him. He opened his mouth eagerly to the sense ravishing kiss and attempted to devour and be devoured by his bonded simultaneouslyclutching hungrily at the chest that he feel a heart slamming against. But what Jiyong wanted, no needed, wasn't to be and all too soon Seunghyun was pulling those beloved lips away from his. Jiyong fought to regain his coherency, calm his breathing and in doing so nearly missed the bare whisper of words that were part good-by, part tease and part command. Don't let him push you around, you little prick. Jiyong opened to say noneverbut the females were already forcing them away from each other, and he feared that if he did speak it would start him to screaming uncontrollably in fury. They led away his Seunghyun, yes his, no one elses, least of all his annoying little bratty cousin-nephew Kyus. Even if it took the rest of his life, if Kyu so much as breathed on his Seunghyun too hard, Jiyong was going to gut the little pest that shared his DNA. Jiyong glared out at the poorly mannered pet from where he sat comfortably crossed legged on Hanul's bed. Hanul was slowly getting to his feet again, even though his body still twitched lightly from what Jiyong had decided would be the first, last and only warning he'd get to keep his fucking hands to himself unless told otherwise. No. I am not a master. . .pet. And despite what your nose probably says I'm not cut from the same cloth as Kyu either that you so proudly beat up. Oh and while Kyu may have let you go, the last time I checked you held a knife on him after days of terrorizing himword gets around and the porn idol loop is quite small. Your a bullying asshole, but I'm not your bitch. Why the fuck do you think Seunghyun and I are here? Oh and while you're bragging genius remember it was you who also got himself recaptured twice by the very same women who really own you. Jiyong's eyes flashed with a different sort of emotion. He might be pissed that Kyu was alone with his Seunghyun, but Kyu was still part of his genetic pool and he didn't like the causal way Hanul talked about beating on masters, while Kyu's bruised face, broken nose, scabbed over arms, and too thin frame bore witness to the stupid pet's less than tender mercies. Kyu was brattybut not that bratty. Jiyong had to mentally force his finger away from the control and not to zap the brute in front of him one more good time. I may not be a master, but I am still your hyung. . .dongsaeng. Jiyong made sure to stress the subordinate positions for this pet that appeared to have an issue with authority. Then he waved the small thing that was the cause of their current contention. I'm also the testy motherfucker with the remote to your nifty little dog collar slash choke chain electro-shock sex toy get-up. I'm also not Kyu either you ignorant caveman, despite my scent and thus am not bonded to you in anyway. I won't hesitate to shock you into a coma if you force my hand, and not feel a damn thing while you twitch and froth at the mouth. In other words you should probably relax, and keep your grabby ass hands to yourself until I say different. Jiyong guessed thanks to the hint baby roundness near Hanul's cheeks, and his heavily testosterone ladden scent that could be smelt from well across the roomthe pet was either as young or not much older than Kyu. In order words, a horny over grown damn near teenager. And he was off the pills. This. . . was him clear headed? They really were insane over here. Positive that Hanul had gotten the message that he wasn't the one today, Jiyong slipped graceful from his folded position on the bed and moved into the bedroom camera blind spot. Too bad they didn't use these all over the dorm. If they had Jiyong would have turn all the cameras off and went running to Seunghyun. But the dorm camera were cut from a different technological cloth. Turning them off required hacking from a computer, which of course the pet room would not have. That meant he was stuck with Hanul for several hours until night fall when food services let them out to eat, or Seunghyun found a way to hack the cameras and locks. Stuck, but he would be damn sure those stupid women didn't get a show either. He rolled the timer back on the camera and them yanked its circuits out. There now it would just show him talking, with Hanul on his knees. All very trainer like. Feeling relief now that they were sorta alone Jiyong turned back to Hanul. So do you want to play cards or nap while we wait for night fall and Seunghyun to come and break us out of this prison? Kyu was unfamiliar with what his trainer smelled like turned on, and he had no partner bond or latent genetics to help him out either. However the hard-on straining against blue hairs pants was enough to send Kyu scrambling over to the other side of the room and his favorite chair. Kyu took a defensive position, ready to pounce if the other even move and inch in his direction. But to his shock not only did blue hair not come any closer, sat on the bed as if Kyu weren't even there. He also promptly undid his pants. Kyu's mouth dropped open. What in the hell? Just taking the edge off. Kyu was still too stunned to comment and the weird guy got even weirder. He leaned back and started stroking himself. For a moment Kyu thought the pervert was using him as wank materialbut his eyes were closed as if he was the only one in the room. Kyu took his preoccupation as an invite to get a closer look. It's not like he'd care, right? Kyu eased onto the bed behind that still very shocking very fascinating hair color and peered over his supposed trainer's shoulder to get a better look. You have a really big dick. Kyu chirped merrily. It's nice, kinda thick. . . like Hanul's. It must be something you bigger guys get in DNA. That must be why they made you a trainer. . . It felt good to be able to talk again. Kyu had missed sound in the silence that he in lived in now by avoiding his former pet. Hanul use to talk to him, back beforewhen they had lived in lies, but now. . . well Kyu had his fill of insults. Silence was easier, but talking about was a relief. Not that the tall blue haired male answered backbut that was ok he wasn't alone and that was enough. Is it true that Jiyong is your second bond? Why did you pick him? Aren't you a master? The questions and chatter continued to pour out of Kyu like a waterfall of speech. I thought master are masters because of a genetic trait make us more dominant? I didn't see a collar on Jiyong. . . does that mean you let him fuck you too? Why are your numbers different? Isn't his suppose to change for you? How do you bond if there is no pet pledge? And on it went. . . Did you know Jiyong and I are from the same lab? It's true he has a butterfly on his lower back just like the one on my chest. . . What's it like to be a pain master? Is the sex different? Do you do it until they scream and bleed? You should pierce your cock. How come you wear so many clothes? Did your other bond really jump and suicide himself? I tried suicide once. . .it didn't work. You know I don't like being fucked right? Why do you have blue hair? Why are you masturbating? Do you miss Jiyong? You kissed him really hard! Kyu rambled on and on completely unconcerned that Seunghyun might not want to talk or might not even answer him. It was as if he had been pent up behind a dam and that dam had burst to overflow and all his talk was the wet rushing aftermath. Click to expand... It was like hed been kicked in the stomach or something, the way he could do nothing but sit speechless and stare slightly opened mouthed at Jiyong. The electric shock had something to do with it, his awestruck expression as he hadn't honestly expected the other male to even think of using the device on him. Though, the more defining reason for the slow function in his brain cells had to do with the person speaking the words he was trying to absorb. So this was the difference between Kyu and other males. Despite being a master, Kyu had never had to truly talk down to Hanul. In the past, the pet might have been slightly chided by his master, but in the end Kyu always softened the moment by ending any punishments with affection. Hanul didnt realize how spoilt of a pet he actually had been, therefore it was only natural that he set into a serious rebellion when Kyu tried to establish himself as the dominant in an aggressive or harsh manner, as Jiyong was attempting now. Kyu had been awkward with the different role he had to take, never having had a misbehaving pet he probably didnt know how to handle Hanul with a forceful hand, and probably didnt want to. Hanul instinctively hadnt believed it, it was as though his subconscious understood that Kyu wasnt serious about it, that his heart wasnt in it. Not knowing why, Hanul only took it for weakness, which he exploited. Now though, with his new trainer taking on the demeanor that Kyu should have upon Hanuls first recapture, the pampered pet was having a hard time wrapping his mind around the idea of seriously submitting to another male, which was leading him to do nothing but sit in a disbelieving and awed stupor. Jiyong had some serious balls, but even more than that, he did not possess any affection for Hanul. It was rather refreshing to the stray pet. Hed been shut up in this place with absolutely NOTHING to get rid of his boredom. Kyu had been masterfully avoiding him, therefore the chance of burning off any energy mental or physical in some kind of fight was impossible. Jiyong was throwing out a challenge to Hanul, or at least thats how the pets haughty mind perceived it. Hanul was rather in the mood for a challenge, as he was already amped up by Jiyongs slightly familiar and very strong scent. Even if they werent bonded, the sudden influx of such potent hormones in the 69s dorm, which had been lacking them for so long now, was nearly the equivalent of ringing a dinner bell for a famished beast. If Hanul had been as susceptible to the drugs like before, Jiyong probably would have found himself laid out on the bed with an overeager pet atop him the moment the bedroom door had shut behind them. As he contemplated all this while sitting on the floor watching Jiyong, Hanuls expression went from one of dumb awe to something with an edge of dangerous satisfaction. He had watched with interest as the other male had reset the camera, showing that the sexy bastard was not only cocky but also smart apparently. When Jiyong turned around to face him, that prettily framed face of his looking down at him rather condescendingly, Hanul couldnt help the smirk that played at the corners of his mouth. This could actually be fun, something he hadnt had in a very long time. He changed his sitting position to leaning back on his palms, and tilted his head slightly as he looked over Jiyongs thin frame again, his collar glinting darkly. He did his best to use the gaze that hed found the women always shied away from, trying to intimidate with nothing but the movement of his eyes. His gaze stayed for a moment longer on the electric control in the others slender fingers, before trailing up to the made up face, meeting the temporary trainers eyes. You sure you havent had some kind of masters training? Because that attitude of yours really seems to come quite naturally. Of course, waiting for your partner to come break you out doesnt exactly scream power now does it? He stood up gracefully despite his size, his body moving easier and lighter than one would guess thanks to his youth. Instead of moving towards Jiyong though, he walked to the door, and the electric lock there. Before doing anything else, he turned to give Jiyong a sly grin, features spreading as he couldn't help but to breathe in the desirous scent of the other male. Why don't I help you learn how to get out of that submissive role you take with your bonded? I'm sure you'll be a lot less inclined to this shitty attitude once you're not inferior to him any more. Before Jiyong could answer, Hanul turned and ripped off the lock's keypad, throwing it on the floor. He didn't hesitate in the slightest as he reached to the circuit board beneath and tore out a few wires connected to it. The device gave a sad little crying buzz of resistance before it died completely. He nodded, satisfied at his quick work, and dusting off his hands playfully, he turned back to Jiyong. Sorry. I just thought it might do you good if that partner of yours can't do the saving for you. And I couldn't resist after you reset the camera and all. He raised a brow at the other's furious expression. Hanul crossed his arms over his bare chest. What? You going to shock me to death now? Hanul was clearly enjoying this, taking it as a game. He was just waiting for Jiyong to snap at him, do something stupid, then he'd get his hands on that control. The kiss he'd stolen had left him a physical jumping point for all his memories of his bonded's little sexual quirks and nuances to come to his mind's eye clear as if he were seeing them right then. He'd just been visualizing the way Jiyong had that little knack of tilting his hips in any position just right so that every centimeter of his length was hugged by slick hot muscle. Jiyong did it every time Seunghyun paused in his movements, it was the body's way of subconsciously asking Seunghyun to keep thrusting. His own body always answered, and it was only the possible image of Jiyong undulating in sexual need and fucking himself on Seunghyun's cock that could keep him from giving in to that little tilt every time. His hand had started to move with more purposeful strokes than the lazy ones he'd started out with as the images in his head became more and more intense, his senses following along and procuring their own memories of touch and scent. It didn't hurt at all that 2469's closely matching scent gave an air of familiarity as the other male came up behind him. Just having that bodily warmth and familiar scent next to him caused his hand to speed up more, and for his tongue to slip out and wet his own bottom lip. He could feel himself getting closer to climax, with his palm wrapped around and running over his entire length rapidly. But then the questions started, jarring him for a second at the very unfamiliar voice. His eyes cracked open from their closed state to glance over at the male who was looking at his dick with mild interest. Looking over Kyu's face did nothing for him, it was just one more face that wasn't Jiyong's, and so he simply closed his eyes again and tried to get back into the groove. It only became more and more difficult, and in his growing frustration he squeezed his own now glistening erection a little beyond comfortable. His hand stopped entirely when the chatter about suicide started, making him grit his teeth in annoyance. He didn't even try to stop the hand that clapped over the other's lips luckily missing the poor fragile nose, effectively silencing the chatterbox immediately. His eyes had snapped open with the movement of his arm to turn himself and glare absolute impatience at the noisy and extremely nosy little master. A semi growled sigh issued out of Seunghyun's mouth as he resituated himself slightly, once again closing his eyes and trying to recall the image of Jiyong's ass working over his cock instead of his own hand. With the room now silent it was a lot easier to do. The hand resting over Kyu's lips didn't take long to slip from its place as Seunghyun's other hand had resumed its increased pace, the sound of the smooth skin of his hand running over the even smoother skin of his penis being the only noise in the room other than the soft puffs of breath that came with the rising heat in Seunghyun's lower limbs. He finished off in a flourish of hand movement when only the image of the newly two tone haired Jiyong was all that filled his head, his features grimacing for a quick moment as he came, his cockhead being held away so that he dripped all over the hardwood floor. Carpet never would have been a good choice in the dorm of a porn idol pair. After allowing himself a half minute of post orgasmic calm, Seunghyun simply stood and walked towards the bathroom, hitching his pants up and zipped with his one clean hand. He ignored Kyu as he washed his hands, though when he stepped to the doorframe wiping them on a fresh white towel, Seunghyun actually looked over 2469 properly for the first time since coming to the dorm. He didn't care nor register in the slightest that Kyu seemed to be leaning over the edge of the bed and looking down with slight distaste at his little mess on the floor. It half tempted him into cracking a small grin. They thought you'd like it better like this. Seunghyun expected the perplexed and somewhat annoyed expression that Kyu gave him from his rather obscure statement. The hair of course, he said as he tilted his head to the side. You asked about it, right? After hanging the hand towel back up on its rung, Seunghyun walked back into the bedroom. He held one arm up to rest his folded fingers on his chin, and the other arm folded across his waist to cup his elbow. It was the classic appraisal stance, and he used it to its fullest as he walked about the room leisurely taking in the details. Or rather, the lack of them. The room had a lack of individuality just like any porn idol's would, though he couldn't say that he'd particularly thought much of Kyu's home decorating touch with the former blacked out windows and such. He also took this time to eye the cameras about the room discretely, to be sure that they were positioned the same as his own dorm. I know why your pet went rebellious on you. There was no preamble to his statement, no soft easing of words to the sure to be hurtful topic. Seunghyun understood that his pride would have driven him far beyond the realm of sane if something like what Hanul had done had happened to him. He could already tell what Kyu's first mistake was, just like he'd made the mistake with Seungri. You can't have feelings for a pet. Not if you want them to stay a pet. He turned then, looking directly at Kyu. He held no sympathy in his even gaze, but there was some understanding there, just a little. Letting Kyu become lost in his own hurt, Seunghyun used the distraction to find Kyu's laptop. Taking it off the small couch in the room, Seunghyun sat down on the opposite side of the bed, opened it without permission, and immediately hit the web for the 69's dorm. The cameras weren't up to the public right now, but after logging in with his faked user, it was easy to follow his well worn trail, accessing him to current video. Before he did anything else, Seunghyun was unable to resist checking in on Jiyong. At first, he smiled smugly at the image of his bonded sitting comfortably and briefing the pet, but it didn't take long for his expression to drop and for his brow to furrow. The scene was a little too good for him to believe, the women would fall for it, but Seunghyun wouldn't. He shouldn't be upset, Jiyong was just being smart, giving himself some privacy, but Seunghyun's rationality was losing out to his possessiveness. He wanted, no NEEDED to know what was going on, to know how they were interacting, to know that Jiyong wasn't giving an inch to the pet, to know that he'd never come close to accepting the other male. He closed his eyes for a moment to calm the surge of adrenaline and need that had coursed through him, but doing so only worsened it. All the images of how Jiyong smiled for him, moaned for him, screamed for him, all of them were tainted with the pet taking his place. He jerked his eyes back open quickly, grinding his teeth together in disgust. He couldn't just trust Jiyong to remain his only, he had to make it certain himself. His hands were threatening to crush anything put into their grip, so he had to flex them carefully before setting them on the fragile laptop keyboard. He hadn't meant to work on getting them out so quickly, but ti couldn't be helped. As he started threading through the holes in the site's security he could feel Kyu's eyes on him, but it registered little in his mind, which was half frenzied with the need to have Jiyong physically in front of him.