Thread: Break The Cycle [BAB+Soubi]

Hanul was tempted to scoff at the pathetic tone of his masters voice. It was obvious who had control here, or, at least he thought he knew. Hanul didnt realize just how Kyus voice, nearly whimpering in its lack of strength, that voice had still pulled him back to full rationality far better than any viscous kicks of clear physical threat upon the door. Not even Jiyongs resistive thrashing could get Hanul to stop in his pursuit of chasing after that skin tingling, gut warming, mind fuzzing feeling. It was stronger than even the strongest of those vitamins that could put him in a sexually frustrated haze, and far more pleasant. Those drugs felt just as synthetic as they were, and always left him craving for them in an unhealthy manner afterwards, unlike the raw and natural calling of the scent coying from the man under him. Though, despite all that, the bond that Hanul so made himself despise still rang out like a subtle vibration in his cells at the sound of Kyus voice, calling him. He hardly realized it, and good thing too, or else he would have been far less willing to listen to a word of Jiyongs tempting idea. Hanul didnt shift his weight from where he was straddling the slighter man, effectively keeping him pinned. His eyes flicked down to Jiyongs at the mentioning of getting Kyu to mew as he put it. Hanul understood well enough as he took in the wild green of the other idols eyes. He would never even admit in mentally to himself, but Hanul so wanted to hear that, just hear Kyus voice some more. Masters generally possessed a voice that would draw their pet to them, a calming voice, a melodic voice, or a deep core penetrating turn-your-legs-to-jelly voice. Kyu was no exception to this, as he too had a voice that pleased the ears, both male and female like, add on the pet and master bond and Kyus voice was like a metaphorical leash to Hanul. It inticed him into wanting to please, it made him want to cater to the master to draw out those smooth vocalizations. Hanul knew this, but, he also had a method of rationalizing to himself that there were ways to get those sounds he wanted without being submissive. Hed simply fuck them out of Kyu. A smirk to end all mischievously dangerous smirks slithered across Hanuls lips, his tongue sliding out to wet his bottom lip in a look of absolute hunger for the imagery that Jiyong had inspired in his minds eye. Fine, he smoothed out nonchalantly. Youd probably mew to easily any ways. With that sentence Hanul gave a light little spank to Jiyongs luckily still clothed ass, then removed himself from where hed been grinding into said behind. He was ridiculously hard, with the erection threatening to work its way out of his tight shorts, though the almost catnip like quality of Jiyongs scent had Hanul in a strangely content and easy going mood. It didnt take him long at all to haphazardly fix the little electronic lock pad, though if one looked with a keen eye theyd no doubt spot it had been tampered with. Hed probably go back and fix it later, or maybe he wouldnt, it wasnt like it mattered much any more for him. Hanul didnt honestly believe hed get out of this place again, so until they fairly decided to destroy him altogether, Hanul was going to wreak as much havoc and enjoy himself as much he possibly could. Starting with a certain master's tight little ass. After springing the lock by threading the proper wires together, Hanul calmly opened the door to his room, his eyes already threatening to glaze or in lust. The wonderful stench of Jiyong's feline DNA still permeated the room, and Hanul was already imagining just how much better Kyu's scent would be once he got the other to do whatever the fuck it was that had happened to the other male. He still had a smikr on his face, but it had taken a slightly lazy and conceited air, though, that was effectively wiped off his features when he was greeted by Seunghyun instead of Kyu. ----------------- Seunghyun's patience was wearing thin to it's breaking point, the way he had to wait for the pet to comply. He was already working through his mind any logical excuses he could give to damaging the door beyond repair, because that fucking brute was sure as hell taking his damn time. If he heard one more sound out of his bonded, that door was going down without hesitation. Seunghyun was almost past the point beyond rational thought, though not quite. When Kyu had pleaded to Jiyong instead of the pet , Seunghyun had raised a hand to the small male's neck to tug the sad excuse for a master away from further ruining the situation. His hand had just alighted on a slender shoulder when the stuttering explanation started. Seunghyun stopped, and listened closely. Something seemed off. He eyed the back of Kyu's head critically, running the words over in his head, though thanks to the adrenaline and drugs in his system the thoughts were moving too rapidly for him to really make sense of at this point. He made sure to remember them though, because something about the way Kyu was acting seemed less annoyingly insane and more secretive - though that could have just been the crazy talking. Once Kyu seemed to have finished his mumbling, Seunghyun huffed on his breath and tightened his hold on the slighter shoulder to pull Kyu away from the door. He pushed the other behind him rougher than he needed to, and stepped up to listen for signs of the pet's inability to comply. He didn't say a single word to Kyu, who in his mind was fairly useless. When he heard the door being deactivated, Seunghyun's body immediately tensed in a manner like a predator's body does when preparing to spring. His dark eyes remained trained on the door, full of absolute loathing and easily spelling out his impatience, though if one had looked closely, there might have been the hint of a smile in those eyes making up for the lack of it on his lips. Seunghyun cracked his knuckles, preparing himself. He just might have to kill the pet, unfortunate as it may be. When the door opened though, Seunghyun's rage was far stronger, and far more complicated than even he'd anticipated it would be. The door opened, and as though the room itself had had enough of the two occupying it, the first thing to rush out of there was some of the strongest, most pungent pheromone laden air Seunghyun had ever been attacked with. He'd trained idols, and he'd been part of a handful of group orgies, but the almost tangibly hot air still nearly laid him flat. He was tempted to forget everything and just fuck the closest person, poor Kyu behind him, into the wall. Though, one look at the pet who had somehow caused the production of all those pheromones had Seunghyun's anger returning quickly. Skin lightly beaded in sweat and slightly reddened from the exertion of the fight, dark, wide pupils, a ridiculously infuriating smug expression, and one hard dick. As impressive as all that was, his nose brought his eyes almost immediately to the source of the scent behind Hanul that had sent his heart wild Jiyong. For the smallest moment, his eyes widened in surprise at his bonded, but once their eyes connected, his own narrowed dangerously, lacking all mirth or humor that often resided there. The trainer made himself look away, a difficult task in itself, though he had reason to. Seunghyun decided a proper greeting fitting for the situation was in order to express how he felt for the pet. He moved possibly too fast for someone his size, and too skilled for a porn idol. You'd be tempted to consider him one of those fighting males that the women enjoyed pitting against one another, judging by the manner in which he attacked with absolute cold blood. One left handed open palmed chop to Hanul's neck, and two sharp, fast punches to the abdomen with his right, one in the diaphragm and one in the stomach. The effect was as expected. The target's legs went weak and folded beneath him, putting Hanul on his knees probably wondering just what had happened to him. Seunghyun didn't have any sympathy to spare though, so before the other male could even collect himself he snagged the short dark hair in his hand, dragging the pet's head back from where it had sagged forward. He took some joy in the involuntary misting of Hanul's eyes from his blows as he stared down at the younger man, but there was something else on those handsome features to distract him. The scratch. Again, surprise hit the trainer, strong enough to almost completely evaporate his need for blood. Somehow, Jiyong had managed to get that blood for him, and Seunghyun instantly found comfort and pride in that thought. There was an ever so slight upturning of the corners of his lips as his eyes shifted from pure malice to condescending mirthful dislike. He allowed himself to be content with degradingly patting the pet on his unmarred cheek before speaking. Good boy. Now Seunghyun allowed himself a small smirk, pulling his fingers out of the pet's onyx black hair. He stepped around the other male, not once looking back as he firmly shut the door behind him, not at all minding that he just happened to hit the pet in the ass with the snapping of the door. ---------------- For a long minute, maybe more he wasn't sure, Hanul didn't move. He kneeled there, silently, just breathing quietly to recover what was lost from his lungs by the surprise attack. Contrary to his stunned and unmoving countenance, his mind was running full throttle. Never, not even with Kyu, had he felt so belittled. The word pet held an all new meaning, because while he had been subjected to that sort of treatment in the past, it was different. Then he had accepted it. Now though, now was an entirely different story. Now he couldn't accept it. But, there was one problem with him wanting to retaliate against the other's treatment of him and no, it wasn't the locked door to his own room. For just a moment, Hanul had been scared. Women, men, it had never mattered, he'd never been intimidated by physical strength, nor condescending glares, but that man. . . that one was different. Hanul had felt the thread of true fear run through him when he'd been so easily brought to his knees. Honestly, even if he'd known what was coming he didn't have the confidence to say he could have stopped it. That idol. . . that trainer was not normal. But, he couldn't just accept it. He couldn't just roll over and submit, just like that! Hanul was NOT a pet, he wasn't. If he went around letting just anybody treat him like that then his refusal to be submissive was useless. Even Kyu would probably think him weak again. Hanul raised his eyes too look at the other male then, who was doing a good job of not looking at him. Hanul continued to stare though, until he practically silently coerced the other male into making eye contact. The hallway had never felt more awkward, as something that wasn't hate passed in the air between them. Even Hanul felt tempted into dropping his eyes at the strangeness of it, and the small shift in attention was all that Kyu needed to vacate the immediate area. By the time Hanul looked back, the small master was already retreating into his room. Without thinking about it, Hanul didn't hesitate as he acted. He got to his feet ignoring the way his abdomen lurched uncomfortably, and just barely got a hand on the door before Kyu had shut it, and effectively shutting the pet out. Hanul gripped the door and stopped it from closing, ensuing a small contest of strength between the two that Hanul won out quickly. He pushed the door open and stepped inside the room, Kyu's bedroom that looked the same as it always had other than when the guy had went bonkers. Having momentarily forgotten about the images that Jiyong had brought to his mind helped along by the fact that Hanul's erection had started dying the moment Seunghyun had said his little hello, and the fact that he was no longer being seduced by those ridiculously awesome pheromones the pet narrowed his eyes to glare almost childishly at Kyu. He crossed his arms, insinuating that even by the return glare he was getting he wasn't going any where. What a nice guy you are, shutting me out when I've got nowhere to sleep. They were both able to guess easily enough that Hanul's own bedroom would be occupied for quite some time. I ain't gonna settle for the couch. He walked over to the bed and sat himself down before leaning back into the full pillows at the head of the mattress, folding his hands behind his head and crossing one of his long legs over the other, looking quite comfortable. Yeah, I think I'll sleep here. ---------------- With the closing of the door behind him, Seunghyun's smirk completely dropped, leaving nothing but a poker face of just barely contained heat, eyes smoldering like hot coals. He closed them briefly, just for a moment as he tried to - impossibly - adjust to the feral musk in the room. He realized quickly though just how improbable such a feat was when taking a breath only seemed to drown him in it further. Opening his eyes again he stared right at Jiyong, standing at the other end of the room. Too far. He was too far away, even still, but Seunghyun held back just to take in his bonded's appearance. Clothes disheveled, hair imperfect, skin flushed from a mixture of emotions that were still taking residence in Jiyong's eyes, one of which to the trainer's warped mind just might happen to be lust - Seunghyun couldn't stand it. With a calm pace that wouldn't elude to his internal storm, Seunghyun crossed the room, and planted himself right in front of Jiyong, invading the other's space, much too close to be polite. Not that Jiyong probably minded, but it was fully clear that by Seunghyun's proximity he wasn't about to move away any time soon, not when he could feel the warmth radiating off of Jiyong's body, vestiges of the transformation that he didn't know about. Still not saying a word, he brought a hand up to settle on Jiyong's neck, just under the swath of hair. The touch was forcibly light, made to be gentle, because otherwise Seunghyun might be so inclined to allow himself to work over those dangerous emotions of his. He might find himself acting on the impulse that resided darkly in him, to hurt the other male. As Seunghyun stared at Jiyong, the other's eyes faltered in their contact for the slightest moment, just one wavering flicker away. That was all the invitation that Seunghyun's suppressed side needed to break from its chains and to take charge. Did you have fun with that pet? There was an audible smirk in his words, but nothing of it was expressed on his face. Just as Jiyong started to open his mouth to answer - in retaliation, pleading, sarcasm, anger, hurt, laughter, Seunghyun honestly didn't care - just as his bonded started to speak, the blue haired male put his palms to the other's chest and shoved him backwards. Jiyong's back hit the bed behind him roughly. The bed, Seunghyun noted, that smelled like that pet, the smell that was all over the room and his Jiyong. I'll just have to fix that, he said quietly, thinking aloud as he joined his bonded on the bed. He took his time in moving over top of Jiyong, moving much like a hungry beast himself as he crawled onto the mattress above the other. He leaned down then, to catch the edge of Jiyong's jaw between his teeth, not biting down but certainly threatening to. He moved up the jaw lightly, to the chin, then to bottom lip, tugging with just teeth, never caressing with tongue or lips. Seunghyun vaguely registered in the back of his mind that he was losing himself, perhaps the sudden dosage of drugs had been too much for him he thought, but he didn't have the ability to care. He needed Jiyong burning for him . He needed it NOW. Staring down at Jiyong with absolutely no promise of letting him go, no signs of gentleness, nothing but raw possessive desire, he allowed their gazes to connect for a short moment, before pulling up, releasing Jiyong's tender lip only after he knew it had become painful. Just a prelude to what was to come. Sitting up on his knees, legs straddling over Jiyong's thighs, Seunghyun started on getting the younger man naked. The shirt met it's demise as he tore it apart at the buttons with strong arms, though he didn't completely remove it, just enough to smooth his hands over that pale chest, noting the wanton expression it merited from Jiyong. He removed his own shirt then, pulling it over his head and dumping it uncaringly to the side. His hands found Jiyong's hips next, working over the pants to grip around the tops of thighs, thumbs digging towards the inside, just around the seam of the crotch. He spread his knees further, lowering his own pelvis, which he ground forward into Jiyong's with a smooth thrust as he leaned down. He marveled at the way his bonded's face changed, the way his breathing stilted, and his body shifted. He loved it all, but he had to reinstate that this, all of it, was only his. He leaned down further, teeth once again just ghosting over flesh, this time at the ear as he whispered. Why don't you tell me what exactly it was that pet did to get you so worked up? You smell like fucking sex you whore. You smell different, you smell like you want me to ravage you senseless, turn your ass inside out. Was that what you wanted? Did I maybe ruin the party for you two? Seunghyun chuckled darkly, sure to send a shiver of things not exactly just desire down someone's spine, because his own voice wasn't merely lust. His mouth trailed its way down from Jiyong's ear, still just teething along the line of neck, once again finding that mark he'd made just a few days ago. He nipped at it, harder than one being playful. Looks like you're the one that needs some training. He gave one more grind of pelvis, being sure to rub in deep, until his steadily hardening cock pushed again Jiyong's. After that he sat up again, then stepped off the bed to rid himself of his pants, then Jiyong of both pants and underwear quickly, tugging them off his ankles together with one rough pull. He was entirely unperturbed by the way Jiyong's hard dick snapped up into his lower abs, save for the hunger in his eyes. Snatching a slender leg in each hand, Seunghyun pulled Jiyong towards him, sliding the lighter male's back on the bedspread until he had an ass pressed into his groin. He pulled the legs up a little more, to where the other male's hips were off the bed, so that he could grind right between Jiyong's asscheeks, hoping that the centimeter of fabric between them was doing more torture to his bonded then it was to him. By the expression of Jiyong's, he thought it might be a tie. With eyes trained on the other's face, Seunghyun worked his hips into Jiyong's backside, sliding his briefs covered dick between globes of flesh. After a few thrusts he pushed the other's legs forward as his arms came to rest on either side of Jiyong's shoulders, leaning his chest over top. His pelvic movements dug deeper, still hot and hard and covered, but now pushing up against Jiyong's entrance with each movement. He stared unsmiling down at the other face, the only signs of impatience showing in his own expression by the starting of sweat along his temple. So, he started calmly, controlling his anger. 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?