Thread: Break The Cycle [BAB+Soubi]

Hanul had anticipated a reaction out of Jiyong, its what hed been trying to cajole the other into, though, the animal-like ferocity with which he was attacked hadnt been exactly what hed had in mind. The escalated reaction left Hanul stupified, rendering him without defense as Jiyong crossed the room and struck out in a very inhuman manner. There was no other way to describe the way in which Jiyong moved, and if Hanul had been but an ordinary man and not one born from carefully selected genes, he probably wouldnt have been able to counter. Jiyong struck fast and cleanly, leaving a fresh sting like hed been burned across his abdomen. He seized slightly at the sharpness of the hurt, because hed never expected it to hurt quite that much. He could only figure that the replacement trainer had some kind of concealed weapon hed been hiding, which really was rather realistic. Still, weapon or no, Hanul was not afraid of Jiyong, even if he seemed intent on severely damaging the pet. Knowing his strength, and knowing he outweighed Jiyong, it wasnt too difficult for him to stay confident, and good thing to, as the other male seemed lost in a blind rage, so that his attacks may be fast, but they werent exactly smart. Hanul could see what the other intended, as Jiyongs eyes were glued to where he wanted to strike next, allowing Hanul to counter. He removed himself from the range of Jiyongs limb, and while the other was off balance, Hanul abruptly hooked an arm around the thin neck, throwing his weight forward to slam Jiyong onto his back, his own full weight covering him immediately after. Now glued to a writhing body, as Jiyong had recovered from the fall faster than most, Hanul fought for a hold of the others arms, earning himself a painful, digging into his shoulder for his efforts. He yelled a curse in frustration at the pain, his anger surging as well, so when his hands claimed their grips on Jiyongs wrists, he held them tight enough to bruise. Even though Jiyong was much slighter, it still took a great effort for Hanul to keep the other male pinned, which had him panting through gritted teeth. It was then that Hanul noticed the changes in the others physique, though, he would have been a complete idiot not to notice when Jiyong full on hissed at him, baring what shouldnt have been, but what appeared to be, fangs. Dark eyes immediately shifted from being taught with fury to widening in alarm. Hanul balked at the, somehow, rather beautiful oddities of Jiyongs face even though it was still contorted in rage. His hold on the violent arms loosened as he stared, eyes shifting restlessly at all the details. He didnt realize hed let up in his grip until Jiyongs nails swiped at his face, catching it full in the side, the sharp points raking over his cheek in five perfect lines. As though Jiyongs feline traits were contagious, being struck caused Hanul to roar fiercely as he gathered the strength to flip his captive over onto his stomach. He snagged the dangerous arms and pinned them behind the others back, pressing his weight down heavily as though he were literally trying to press the air out of the others lungs. The fighting lessened, and Hanul thought he might finally have the other subdued, so he allowed himself to catch his breath, not realizing the problem of having his face almost pressed into the older mans neck. As Hanul sucked in a breath, the real power of Jiyongs genetic mutation hit the pet full on. The looks, flexibility, and durability werent the only things important in Mariposa. They claimed the number one spot in creating long lasting bonds. Whenever their males were involved, no matter from which lab the other male came, their success rate for bonding was higher than any other labs. It was the underlying scent, and Hanul unintentionally got a full dose of it as he breathed in the air around Jiyongs neck. He smelled fucking feral , and Hanul liked it. The heedy reckless odor pulled at every single cell in his body, easily weaving through his bond with Kyu, the bond that would otherwise make him resistant to touching another male. But the scent clouding his senses was much more primal than the pet and master bond, and despite the thoughts running through his head that warned him away from the source, Hanuls body wanted to join with it. He knew he shouldnt, he knew it wasnt doing him any good, but he couldnt seem to help it. His cells screamed in desire for the familiar, rough, wild musk, and his want was much louder in voicing itself than his rationality. He was suddenly warm, with a heat in his belly, and he could feel a warm strength in his limbs. Hanul was at once both absentminded and focused, quickly becoming something close to intoxicated on the smell, and the heat which seemed to radiate out from the marking on Jiyongs back. The change in Hanuls demeanor from fight to desire was nearly tangible, the way his breathing shifted from jagged shallow breaths to much deeper halting ones. As though he werent quite sure what to do with himself, or if what he was experiencing with his olfactory sense were real, Hanul experimentally ground his hips into the ass beneath them. His eyes fluttered shut at the sound that escaped the others mouth. Hanul stopped thinking then, just letting instinct take over, because instinct was what was being called out of him. Even though hed been trained a submissive from the tender beginnings of puberty, there was no undoing the male instinct that resided in him. As he started to roll his hips into the supple muscle under them, his mouth found the skin of Jiyongs neck, just ghosting over it like he could inhale the wild calling into himself. You have feelings too. For him. . .for Jiyong. That's why you didn't change his number. Didn't make him your pet as he should have been once he bonded to you. Seunghyun pretended that he hadnt heard Kyu, not pausing in his movements or changing his expression, even though it was the truth. Well, it was half the truth, because that hadnt been the reason for him to leave Jiyongs number unchanged, to make their bond a standard paring instead of master and pet. After all, Seunghyun had felt nothing for Jiyong in the beginning. The reason he hadnt asked for a pet pledge from Jiyong was quite obvious. Seungri. But Kyu was right, Seunghyun did feel things for Jiyong that he shouldnt, though, he told himself it was more permissible this way because his bonded was not a pet. He shouldnt feel the way he did, but he wanted to. Behind all his reasonings that it wouldnt do him any good, he wanted to feel for somebody, because when he had been alone, Seunghyun hadnt felt alive. As though Seungri had pulled Seunghyuns soul over the edge with him, Seunghyun had been dead, awake, painfully awake, but lacking everything. Now he had Jiyong, who had somehow, miraculously, found a way to bring parts of his soul back. Though, whatever harm had come to it while it had drifted away from him he couldnt seem to fix. The dark need to possess his partner was undeniable, even if he knew it would only damage them both he didnt care. Once they were free and escaped everything would right himself, hed return to the natural balanced state man was meant for. Seunghyun told himself this again and again, telling himself that Jiyong would be alright with him. He was rehearsing this yet again in his mind when Kyu spoke again, that voice of his somehow breaking through his walls of meditation. Hell hurt him. The thought took total control of his mind as though it had been birthed there, and not come from anothers mouth. After that, it was like Kyus voice had a direct path to his thoughts, sending his words chanting over and over again in his mind. Hell hurt him. Jiyong wont be able to find pleasure with you anymore. Hell hurt him. Staring at the computer screen, at the image he knew wasnt the reality of that room, seeing and yet not seeing, he gripped a hand in his hair. He had to calm down. If he couldnt maintain some level of calm he couldnt help Jiyong. He settled, just barely, just enough to start running his fingers over the keys as though he knew he were racing against something. He flew through the security, not caring to cover his tracks like he knew he should. He might get caught, if someone was checking the system right then hed be done for, but he couldnt bring himself to care to waste the time. It felt like hours had passed before hed hacked the camera and the dialpad on Kyus electronic lock toned the passcode through and opened. He dropped Kyus laptop from his hands onto the bed, and replaced it with Kyus arm. He jerked the small male into movement, dragging him along through the door and out the hall to the other room. His hand seemed to seize up into a vice because he didnt let Kyu go even as they stood in front of the room and he punched the passcode into the pad outside Hanuls door. When it didnt go through he tried it again, then a third time, only noticing it was broken when Kyu pointed it out to him. Seunghyun paused in shock for a moment, his mind running scenarios of what had been done, when he heard Jiyongs voice muffled through the door. Hanul was brought into consciousness out of the hazy heated dreamworld hed been lulled into when a viscous bang echoed into his room. It sounded a bit like the ceiling might fall down on him, or, them apparently, as he was blanketing Jiyong with his body. Every dip and bend of their bodies were matched up together, with Hanul smothering the other male, his erection desperately trying to break free of his shorts so that he could slide just one layer closer to the hot skin of the man beneath him. He was sweating, and panting like an animal in heat, and his head felt clouded like he had consumed alcohol. He was hot, but his instinct told him to stay pressed against the other body, and his flesh thanked him for it. His skin was tingling in a way that it hadnt in almost four months now, not since hed willingly followed Kyu into his bed, before the female had even chatted with him online. During the time hed been thinking of escape, just beginning to wonder of things outside his dorm, outside Kyu, Hanul had lost this sensation. The sex had still been good, great even, but this quality of pleasurable fire burning all along the surface of his body, setting it alright with the need for more contact, this had been lost somewhere. Wanting to feel more of it, Hanul curled back over the attacker turned prey once more, only to again be interrupted by the resounding bang, though this time it sounded less like an earthquake to his ears and more like a savage kick upon his bedroom door. He pulled himself up then, straddling Jiyongs hips, and turned to gaze at the plain door. As Seunghyun kicked the door a second time, hearing a shuddering crack from its interior, he raised his leg to kick at it once more, but dropped it. He couldnt kick the door down. Well, yes, physically he might be able to, but how in the hell would he ever explain the door being kicked into oblivion when it wasnt even recorded on camera? He stood there, dark outlined eyes boring into the door as though he could make a hole with the intensity of his gaze alone. His hands tightened into fists, or one of them did, while the other holding someones arm wrenched tighter. A sound of small protest sounded out of the arms owner, making Seunghyun turn and realize that he was still holding a death grip on Kyus arm. When he did notice, he didnt let go, and instead pulled Kyu up next to him. Say something. He looked at the smaller male to deliver that cold threatening gaze which promised all seven levels of Hell onto Kyu if his orders were not met. He leaned down slightly, and growled deeply, quietly, menacingly. I dont care what it is, just say something to get your pet to open this door. NOW . Seunghyun shoved Kyu forward, so that the slight figure almost collided face first with the solid door. He waited, his frantic and livid impatience almost tangibly clawing at Kyus back to hurry the fuck up.