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The smell of gunpowder still lingers in the air. Yoo Joonghyuk wrinkles his nose as he crushes the neck of the dying man beneath him, relishing in his choked screams and pleas for mercy.
‘Forgive us,’ their eyes always seem to say. Yoo Joonghyuk always kills them soon after. They don't deserve to live, not when these lowlife kkangpae decided to go and aim their guns at his boss.
Said boss decides to poke his head out from where Yoo Joonghyuk pushed him into hiding, despite the fact Yoo Joonghyuk had not given him the clear sign to do so. “Is he dead?” Kim Dokja asks, glancing at the body under Yoo Joonghyuk’s feet. “Can I get out now?”
“No. Stay there.” Seriously, who does Kim Dokja think he is? Yoo Joonghyuk narrows his eyes at him, “We've just broken into an enemy stronghold. It's not safe for you until I kill every single person inside.”
Kim Dokja doesn't seem phased, even as he sidesteps the bullet ridden table where he's taken refuge in. “I have you to protect me, don't I?” He shrugs, dusting away the dirt on his sleeves. “I only really need a few files from this group. It's much easier for us to break in and steal it rather than wait for them to get back at us.”
“You could’ve asked someone else to get it for you.”
Kim Dokja raises an eyebrow at him, “And where’s the fun in that?” He then proceeds to make his way through the dead bodies on the ground, picking his way through the bloody mess. “What sort of leader would I be if I don’t get my hands dirty every now and then?”
Technically, the one doing the dirty work is me, Yoo Joonghyuk scowls to himself. But he supposes that letting Kim Dokja do what he wants would be easier than trying to get him to stop.
“Fine,” Yoo Joonghyuk says, shaking his head. What kind of right-hand man couldn’t stop their boss from doing stupid shit? Yoo Joonghyuk apparently. “Just tell me where you want to go and I’ll take you there.”
“So impatient, this one,” Kim Dokja smiles, clasping his hands behind his back. “I assume you’ve memorized the building’s floor plan as well, right?” He calls out, already making his way out of the room they’re in.
They end up in a large sitting area with three passages extending in front of them. “Let’s see…” Kim Dokja muses to himself, gently pacing around the room. His bloodied shoes leave marks on the ornate carpet beneath him and his gloved hands prick and prod at the various ornaments around the room. “Which way to the head office?”
Yoo Joonghyuk rolls his eyes, cutting forward and pointing the way himself, “Right, left, down the hidden staircase, left turn again, and then pass through the oak archway and head right.”
“Good boy!” Kim Dokja praises. He extends his right hand out for Yoo Joonghyuk to take, “Joonghyuk-ah, shake.”
Annoying bastard. Yoo Joonghyuk slaps his hand away. “Stop messing around and walk,” he grunts out, making his way to the hallway on the right. “The faster we get in, the faster we can leave.”
Of course, the way getting there wouldn’t be as easy as they thought.
Yoo Joonghyuk might’ve killed most of goons when they decided to surround the two of them in the entrance way. But those were just low level thugs that the group picked up from the streets. As they progressed further into their rival group’s stronghold, Yoo Joonghyuk found himself killing more and more skilled gangsters.
Of course, they’re no match for him. As soon as Yoo Joonghyuk catches sight of an enemy, they’re immediately riddled with holes and spitting out blood.
There are some good shots within the rival group as well but they don’t do any particular damage. Kim Dokja narrowly avoids getting hit but it's only because Yoo Joonghyuk pushed the other man out of the way and shot a bullet through the thug’s head before he could pull the trigger a second time. The grin Kim Dokja sends him right after managed to shave off yet another portion of his life span.
“Thanks,” Kim Dokja quips. “Though I’d appreciate it if you don’t get blood on my white coat. Not everyone wears black like you.”
Of course, Kim Dokja decides to talk about clothes in their current situation. Yoo Joonghyuk could feel his stress levels rising with each word that leaves his lips.
“Just go stay behind me,” Yoo Joonghyuk grits out, tugging at his boss’ white sleeve. He pushes Kim Dokja right behind him, leveling him with a cold glare. “Don't cause me any trouble. I'm not hauling your injured ass back to headquarters.”
Kim Dokja wrinkles his nose at him but agrees to behave (thank god) and follow behind Yoo Joonghyuk for the time being. They make good time as they traverse through the stronghold’s layout.
Yoo Joonghyuk empties his cartridge once more, making quick work of the goons that pop out of the woodwork. Kim Dokja assists him (barely) by pointing out obvious traps on the floors and distracts him by pointing at nothing and laughing when Yoo Joonghyuk ends up looking.
He definitely doesn’t feel guilty about making Kim Dokja trip. The pain he feels is nothing compared to Yoo Joonghyuk’s suffering.
The two of them finally reach the head office. Yoo Joonghyuk stands guard at the entrance while Kim Dokja rifles through the drawers of his rival boss. It takes Yoo Joonghyuk two new dead bodies until his boss finally finds what he needs.
“Got it!” Kim Dokja triumphantly says, holding a silver flash drive in one hand. All this trouble for a small piece of metal. “Really love how gangs are so technologically advanced nowadays,” he says, as he makes his way over to Yoo Joonghyuk. “Who needs copious stacks of papers for legal documents anyway? USB devices are better because you could implant a virus and destroy the database of idiots who try and steal it.”
His words make Yoo Joonghyuk frown, “Then why steal it if you know there’s a virus?”
Kim Dokja merely wags the hard drive at him, “Of course, I'm not gonna give it with the virus, Joonghyuk-ah. Our tech team is talented enough to extract the files from the drive itself.”
He pockets the flash drive with a happy hum. “Let’s get going, shall we?” Kim Dokja says, a sharp smile stretching over his lips. “I set up a timer for a few bombs and I think they’re about to explode.”
There’s nothing like walking through the streets of Seoul at night, hearing the hustle and bustle of people coming home, the droning sounds of sirens, and the terrified shrieks of people as a building in an Industrial Complex explodes.
It’s perfect weather for friends to hang out in the evenings, getting drunk over soju and feasting on fried chicken. College students and night workers roam the streets, faces illuminated by the lit screens of their phones. Even couples take advantage of the cool air as they walk hand-in-hand in the streets, perusing through the stalls and taking pictures as they walk by.
The sounds of laughter, music, and song filter through the air. As does the sudden wave of news reporters all rushing in through the streets, eager to catch a sliver of news before it all turns to ash.
Nobody ever thinks to check the back-alleys and corners. Nobody ever bothers to search in the shadows of the buildings in the city. Nobody ever realizes to look at the spaces where not even the moon could see, places where individuals hide from public scrutiny to go seek their desires.
They’re both still riding out the high of their successful escape, a comfortable heat spreading between them whenever they meet and touch. Kim Dokja has his back pressed against the wall, shirt and coat already unbuttoned to expose his pale skin to the air. He gains an extra level of confidence when he sees the way Yoo Joonghyuk stares at him through the dark, wrapping his arms around Yoo Joonghyuk’s neck to give him a soft kiss on his lips.
Yoo Joonghyuk isn’t in the mood for soft. Instead, he kisses back with vigour, angling his head to deepen the kiss between them. Kim Dokja has always been quick on the uptake and he wastes no time to respond. From then on, it’s a game played with teeth and their tongues. Yoo Joonghyuk quickly slips his tongue past Kim Dokja’s lips, making Kim Dokja mewl at the unexpected contact between them.
He tightens his grip on both sides of Kim Dokja’s waist, pushing him further against the wall until their chests are pressed together, to the point where they could both feel the strong, steady pulse of their hearts beating. Their hands clutch against each other’s clothes and exposed skin, breathing laboured as they move closer together. Yoo Joonghyuk breaks their kiss to nip at Kim Dokja’s jaw, staring at the way the other’s lips glisten with spit.
Kim Dokja’s gaze, usually so sharp and focuses, now has a hazy veil of lust over them. He indulges in the sight of his boss’ reddened cheeks flushed with exertion, kiss-bitten lips now swollen red, and the way Kim Dokja’s body trembles underneath his palms. The whole sight goes straight to Yoo Joonghyuk’s cock as it hardens against the soft material of his slacks.
In one swift motion, Yoo Joonghyuk twists Kim Dokja around and presses him against the building’s wall. He could feel Kim Dokja’s back tense from where he’s pulled flushed again him, the intensity of his trembling increasing as he slowly rakes his hand down between Kim Dokja’s thighs.
His slacks are sopping wet and Yoo Joonghyuk doesn’t bother hiding the small chuckle that leaves him when he hears Kim Dokja’s choked moan. He pops the button and loosens the zipper easily enough, leaning back slightly to let Kim Dokja’s pants fall to the ground, before pressing his hardness against the curve of his ass.
Yoo Joonghyuk’s eyes doesn’t leave the sight in front of him, watching the way Kim Dokja writhes and moans with every soft touch. Long fingers tease the soft opening of Kim Dokja’s asshole through his cotton briefs, his thighs shaking in anticipation and hope. “You gonna take this off for me?” Yoo Joonghyuk asks.
Kim Dokja still has it in him to order Yoo Joonghyuk around. “You can take it off yourself.” It would’ve been effective if it weren’t for the flush spreading across the back of his neck and the quiet pants he’s been releasing. He continues on in a small voice, “Just go ahead and do it already.”
A small huff escapes from him, “Making me do all the dirty work again, Kim Dokja? What a lazy person.”
Kim Dokja aims a glare at him from over his shoulder, “I’m not the one who suddenly decided that we should go fuck here in the streets! You’re the one who decided you want to fuck this ass, so you should go and undress me yourself.”
Yoo Joonghyuk can’t help the slow rumble of laughter that escapes him, the sound raising goosebumps along Kim Dokja’s skin. His fingers trace the waistband of his boss’ briefs, thumbs digging into the dimples on his back before coming back down and swiftly tugging the material down to Kim Dokja’s knees.
“I’m doing this because I’m pissed at you,” Yoo Joonghyuk informs him, whispering straight into the shell of Kim Dokja’s ears. His low tone causes Kim Dokja to shake even further and he smiles, “So don’t expect me to be gentle when I take you.”
“Fine, then,” Kim Dokja gasps, tilting his head to the side when Yoo Joonghyuk latches onto the skin of his neck. “I haven’t done a-anything wrong. But if this is your idea of a punishment—,” his breath hitches, two long fingers suddenly curling around his cock. “You, you really should’ve chosen a better one.”
Kim Dokja punctuates his last sentence with a moan, arching his back when Yoo Joonghyuk does something with his wrist. He misses the sound of a cap hitting the floor and he jolts in surprise when the cool sensation of lube hits his skin. “W-warm it up first, you bastard!” Kim Dokja grits out. “It’s cold!”
“Don’t care,” Yoo Joonghyuk says, plunging the tips of his two fingers. They slide slowly inside the warm heat, too short enough for Kim Dokja to consider it as penetration and he sticks his ass out for more, wanting it to reach deeper, further. “So impatient,” Yoo Joonghyuk drawls out, using the words Kim Dokja said against him earlier that evening.
“You—!”
He doesn’t wait for Kim Dokja’s sass-filled response, cutting him off with a smooth curl of his fingers inside him. Kim Dokja ends up taken aback as Yoo Joonghyuk caresses his slick walls, spreading them apart in a scissoring motion. His fingers rub tightly against him and Kim Dokja tilts his head back farther in a moan.
It’s so unfair on how skilled Yoo Joonghyuk is with his fingers. He always manages to hit his sweet spots with little to no effort. The thought of Yoo Joonghyuk, his right-hand man and closest companion, knowing Kim Dokja’s body better than himself makes his dick twitch in arousal and he ends up keening a little at the thought.
Yoo Joonghyuk notices that Kim Dokja is about to hit his limit, body shaking in earnest at the few minutes of foreplay. While he’s usually the type to like to draw out Kim Dokja’s orgasm until he can’t take it, time is not in their favour and Yoo Joonghyuk doesn’t know how many minutes they have left until they get discovered from their little hiding spot. It wouldn’t be much longer until Kim Dokja’s cries and whimpers attract some curious onlookers from the streets.
He doesn’t bother warning Kim Dokja of his intentions as he thrusts in his fingers at an unrelenting pace, twisting them further into that tight, sloppy heat. Yoo Joonghyuk doesn’t give him enough time to adjust, the number of fingers increasing from two to three. A hand reaches out to grasp a handful of his hair, Kim Dokja’s grip tightening around his black strands. His nails find purchase against his scalp, the pain only heightening his arousal when he hears the way Kim Dokja’s lips spew praises just for him.
“Good, so good, Joonghyuk-ah!” Kim Dokja could feel tears slipping from the corners of his eyes. He clenches down on the fingers wrecking havoc in his hole, knees tremble as he starts to lose the strength to hold himself upright. His orgasm is quickly approaching but Kim Dokja is a selfish human being and he doesn’t want this whole thing to end so soon.
His right-hand braces itself against the wall in front of him, left hand tugging Yoo Joonghyuk’s mouth against his neck and he wails when Yoo Joonghyuk bites down hard enough on him to draw blood. His moans have already risen higher in volume but Kim Dokja finds that he does not care. The only thing he cares about his Yoo Joonghyuk, his fingers, and his need for a cock inside him. If anything, he needs the latter the most because of how much his own dick is leaking, in search of relief and completion.
“Please—Joonghyuk-ah, please. I-I’m about to…please!”
Just as he’s about to release, Yoo Joonghyuk harshly rips out his fingers from him, turning Kim Dokja’s satisfied moan into a displeased wail. He thrusts his ass backwards, a pathetic cry leaving his lips as he struggles with the sudden emptiness. A large wave of frustration and anger washes through him and Kim Dokja whips his head around, glaring fiercely at Yoo Joonghyuk to give him what he wants or so help him—!
Yoo Joonghyuk tweaks him lightly on his nipples, causing Kim Dokja to groan. “See this?” Yoo Joonghyuk says, bringing his hands up to present his very sticky hands right in front of his face, showing off the white strands of Kim Dokja’s come as it stretches between his spread fingers. “Nice and wet just from my fingers. You don’t need my cock, do you? You were just about to come from this after all.”
“No! No,” Kim Dokja shakes his head, pressing his ass back further for more in a hopeless attempt for Yoo Joonghyuk to continue. “I wasn’t going to come, I wasn’t. Please.”
He ruts his ass against the outline of Yoo Joonghyuk’s cock, trying his best to mimic the friction of the man’s fingers inside him. “Joonghyuk-ah, please fuck me. I-I’ll be very good, I’ll do what you want,” Kim Dokja begs, eyes shut as he tries to gather his wits together. “I promise! I’ll do what you want so please.”
Yoo Joonghyuk merely tuts in reply as he nudges Kim Dokja’s legs farther apart, making sure to keep his hole nice and exposed. “Anything? Are you sure?”
“Yes! Anything you want.”
There’s something in the way Yoo Joonghyuk’s voice sounds as he speaks that Kim Dokja couldn’t quite place. “I want you to promise me to not do anything reckless,” he whispers. “And if you ever do it, you’re always supposed to tell me—can you do that? If you do, I’ll give you something better than my fingers.”
“I promise, Joonghyuk-ah, I promise.”
And that’s all Kim Dokja has to say until the hand in front of his face recedes and the clinking sound of a belt and zipper echo in the nighttime air. He’s seen it many times before but Kim Dokja always falters at the sight of Yoo Joonghyuk’s cock standing tall, knees shaking at the memory of being split open within an inch of his life.
Yoo Joonghyuk lays his large, warm hands on the muscles of his ass cheeks, kneading them slowly before pulling it apart. The fat, blunt head of Yoo Joonghyuk’s dick teases at his entrance, sliding over his rim and making Kim Dokja keen. The other man takes his sweet time in torturing Kim Dokja with his cock, pressing his ass together just to squeeze the hot length against his crack. It’s maddening, infuriating, and Kim Dokja could not take it any longer.
“Fuck me already! Stop dragging it around!” Kim Dokja snaps, voice cracking in arousal. “Please, Joonghyuk-ah, please fuck me.”
“Alright. Only because you said please.”
Yoo Joonghyuk doesn’t need to be told twice. He grips Kim Dokja’s hips and holds him steady, slowly aligning his cock to the inviting heat of Kim Dokja’s asshole. His own dick is leaking, swollen red with desire. He watches in fascination as the small hole swallows the head of his cock and Kim Dokja sighs in satisfaction.
He snaps his hips forward, making Kim Dokja keen at the intrusion and Yoo Joonghyuk grunts at the sensation. The walls are clenched tightly around him as if trying to milk Yoo Joonghyuk out of every drop he’s worth. The sound of slapping skin resounds loudly in the air, accompanied by their shared grunts and moans as they move together.
The strength behind Yoo Joonghyuk’s thrusts manages to drive Kim Dokja further up against the wall, his cock trapped between the cool wall and the smooth flesh of his own stomach. Yoo Joonghyuk’s cock is searing inside of him, throbbing as Yoo Joonghyuk mouths at the side of his neck, down the curve of his shoulders where he settles. The juxtaposition of his sharp touch and gentle kisses only make Kim Dokja whine harder, forcing himself to relax so he could accept the full length of Yoo Joonghyuk’s dick, hole stretching wide as it rubs deliciously against his walls.
Kim Dokja could feel himself approaching completion, the one denied from him a few moments earlier. He’s now faced with a dilemma: on one hand, he desperately wants to come but he’s afraid of Yoo Joonghyuk pulling out and leaving him aching and empty. However, on the other, Kim Dokja could feel his slightly masochistic side kick in, wanting to hold back and do Yoo Joonghyuk proud, coming at the same time as him.
He vaguely registers his slack jaw and the copious amounts of drool escaping from his lips. Kim Dokja ends up gurgling at the pleasure—Yoo Joonghyuk is just too skilled, too damn talented at fucking Kim Dokja into pieces. His mind turns blank, air leaving his lungs in gasps and wheezes as the brutal pace increases. He arches his hips to feel more, to get Yoo Joonghyuk to drive into him deeper, fill into him harder until he’s about to burst.
It seems that Yoo Joonghyuk has once again read his mind or understood his intentions because his grip on Kim Dokja’s hips tightens, in a way Kim Doka knows that would leave bruises which Yoo Joonghyuk would kiss better the morning after. A set of unrelenting thrusts leaves him breathless, each one hitting the special spot which makes Kim Dokja see stars.
“There, there, there! Don’t—don’t stop, Joonghyuk-ah. More, please, more right over there—!”
Kim Dokja’s moans are music to Yoo Joonghyuk’s ears. There’s something about being able to bring a man like Kim Dokja to this height of desperation, being able to touch the man who holds Seoul’s Underworld in the palm of his hand, making him bleed and moan and be human. He could feel Kim Dokja’s hole spasm and convulse at his ministrations, every slide of his cock leaving the mafioso a whimpering mess. Yoo Joonghyuk could feel a familiar pressure building up in his abdomen, causing a stutter in his movements until it is now arrhythmic in nature.
Another high keening whimper escapes from Kim Dokja’s lips as Yoo Joonghyuk’s hands travel upwards, slipping past his unbuttoned shirt and tugging at his hard, neglected nipples. They perk up under the pads of Yoo Joonghyuk’s fingers, little harsh pants escaping from the shorter man as the sensitive buds are twisted and tugged in repetitive motions. All Kim Dokja could do is chant Yoo Joonghyuk’s name over and over again until his words get cut off by a harsh scream.
“Kim Dokja,” Yoo Joonghyuk says, resonating deep within Kim Dokja’s skin. “Look at me.” And Kim Dokja’s head slowly turns to the side, meeting the dark gaze that draws him in with every moment. Yoo Joonghyuk smiles at him, his beautiful face making Kim Dokja lightheaded and he says, “I love you.”
Kim Dokja sobs. “I love you too.” At that very moment where their hearts have perfectly moulded into one, Kim Dokja feels as if his every nerve is alighted, his whole body quenched in unbearable heat and passion.
Yoo Joonghyuk presses forward and buries his cock in deep, painting Kim Dokja’s walls white with his come. At the same time, the orgasm Kim Dokja feels leaves his mind reeling and entire body numb. There are tears pricking at the corner of his eyes due to the overstimulation, forming a few trickles down his cheeks. Yoo Joonghyuk leans over and licks his tears off, hips lazily rolling against the curve of Kim Dokja’s ass. His dick is still spurting come, some of it escaping the hole and soaking Yoo Joonghyuk’s cock, dripping down the expanse of Kim Dokja’s thighs and dripping down to the floor.
It’s only thanks to Yoo Joonghyuk that Kim Dokja is able to stay upright. His legs have long lost his strength and he could only accept every single thrust Yoo Joonghyuk gives him without fuss. Kim Dokja’s pale, blemish-free skin is now riddled with harsh bites and bruises, a canvas that Yoo Joonghyuk had painted in hues of purple and red, marking him in a way nobody else has the honour of doing so.
Yoo Joonghyuk laves his tongue against his neck, tasting salt and sweat before ending the whole thing with a gentle kiss at the base of Kim Dokja's nape. It’s a soft, fleeting motion and Kim Dokja could feel his heart clench at the action, feeling nothing but affection and fondness for the other male.
Loved. That’s the only thing Kim Dokja things could describe what he’s feeling. Yoo Joonghyuk had said he was angry, that he didn’t want Kim Dokja to do anything reckless. But if you look at it, he’s really just worried, isn’t he? That’s all there is to it.
They spend a few more minutes in silence, wrapped up around each other in their own little world. Once Yoo Joonghyuk deems him capable of standing on his own two legs, he pulls out and puts some distance between them. Kim Dokja shudders when he feels his hole clench around thin air, cum dripping out of him. He could hear Yoo Joonghyuk fix and tidy up his clothes, pulling his pants back up and fastening back his belt.
Once again, Kim Dokja feels contempt for being the bottom in the relationship. Not only does Kim Dokja’s ass hurts but he’ll have to go back with stained pants and undergarments while Yoo Joonghyuk gets to tuck his dick back into his pants and call it a day.
Pushing his body off the wall, Kim Dokja hisses at the scrapes and scratches scattered within his skin. Another gush of white liquid seeps out of his ass and onto his pants down below. Seriously, should he even wear them again at this point? He’ll need to get another pair of slacks custom made.
“You ruined my pants,” Kim Dokja clears his throat, garnering Yoo Joonghyuk’s attention from beside him. “I demand repayment.”
Yoo Joonghyuk rolls his eyes, reaching out to button Kim Dokja’s clothes for him. “You have a lot of suits. Don’t act like you’re poor.”
Kim Dokja frowns (pouts, Yoo Joonghyuk argues) and crosses his arms together, not even moving from his stance when Yoo Joonghyuk leans down to fix his pants as well. “How are we gonna go back to headquarters looking like this? Han Sooyoung is gonna shame us for days. Everyone who knows us is gonna judge us without care.”
“Let them judge,” Yoo Joonghyuk shrugs. He tucks in Kim Dokja’s dress shirt and retrieves his white coat, draping it over the shorter man’s shoulders. He leans in suddenly for a kiss, stunning Kim Dokja to prevent him from making any more fuss. “If they ask? Just say it’s for the fuck of it.”