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viernes, 13 de noviembre de 2020

[Fanfic] Tower of God - Better than cigarettes: Chapter 4 (JinsungViole)

En AO3 este cap es aún el cap 3 del fic, pero tendré que moverlo cuando termine y suba el siguiente cap (ese ya sería el 5 de 6 *u*). Tengo más cosas pendientes de compartir por aquí, y trataré de recordar hacerlo de a poco u.u

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Better than cigarettes

by RPMizu 

Chapter 4: Sugar daddy


Long black hair swirls in midair. An unwavering aquamarine gaze penetrates the souls of the audience. A tall, beautiful young woman dances on stage, displaying her incredible skills with upmost grace. And Jinsung is here to save her, to get the hands of greedy nobles away from her. Her name is Elaine, but she is mostly known as Kaiser, the empress of this station. He is prepared to spend any amount to get her out of this inhuman auction. Sure, she will be a great addition for FUG, but that’s not why he is willing to go to any lengths to buy her. 

Most men around him are excited to buy her now that they see she is not just pretty, but also exceptionally skilled, especially for a D-Rank regular. Some are disappointed though, since they expected the legendary slayer candidate, Jue Viole Grace, to be available for purchase as well. Sure, like he would allow some guys to put his Viole for sale. On second thought, he could spend all of his money and officially own his cute student, so it could have been a good idea to let it happen. His imagination runs wild at the thought. It’s not like he is going to keep Elaine chained now that he is buying her, but he can’t help imagining a recently bought Viole in a collar and leash, his muscular chest exposed and black leather pants tightly wrapping his legs. 

Jinsung shakes those images out of his mind, for now at least. He will have time to indulge in fantasies later. Now he has to concentrate on the current situation. A ranker from the Lo Po Bia Family is arguing with a large bald man, and that’s when he decides to interrupt. 

“I have taken a liking to that girl too, so let’s just all bid at once, to see how high the price goes.” Everyone is completely shocked when he announces the amount he is willing to pay just for a D-Rank Regular. Ten billion points. He was sure no one would go that high, but he was also prepared to keep bidding if he had to. “Well, it’s not that much. It’s not such a high price to pay for winning favor from a prized student.” 

Now the girl doesn’t have a debt binding her to this damned station. If his cute pupil says he wants to save her, and Jinsung can do something to help him accomplish this wish, then he will do it. He is not buying her for FUG. It is his God’s wish that’s saving her. Viole just wants her to return to her old self, to be free. “My god is saving her, so it doesn’t matter what the reason is. That’s the kind of being a God is.” 

A kind, benevolent, ever shining God. 

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“You really became Viole’s sugar daddy now, don’t you think?” 

That sly woman, sneaking her way around him every time. It seems to be a guide ability or something like that. He tries to sound neither angry nor surprised. He won’t give her the satisfaction. “You were the one who called and told me I had to buy that girl for Viole.” 

“Yes, and you got jealous at first, didn’t you?” Her teasing smirk gets on his nerves. 

“You explained poorly on purpose. You made it sound like Viole were interested in having that girl for himself, when in fact he just wanted to help her as he does with everyone else.” 

“Well, you could be buying the girl who becomes his wife in the future, you never know. He already has a lot of powerful girls chasing after him. It wouldn’t surprise me at all if Kaiser also ends up in love with our little god.” 

This trolling witch is always trying to make him angry, throwing truth bombs like nobody’s business with a serious face. “Whichever the case, it was part of Viole’s plan. It’s not like I did something out of the blue just to please him.” 

“Whatever you say. You still buy all of his clothes, I have seen you feeding him sweets directly into his mouth, and now you spend an enormous amount of money just to make him smile. And you have sex with him too, so how’s that not being a sugar daddy? Are you hoping to get something in return from him this time too, just like a sugar daddy?” 

She didn’t have to repeat the term sugar daddy so much. However, Jinsung doesn’t know how to answer, so he just rolls his eyes. He knows she is right: he indeed is some kind of sugar daddy to Viole now. The fact that he was searching for him just now, hoping he could take Viole to a private room with him doesn’t help his case at all. Yes, he pictured himself demanding sex from Viole in exchange of this favor, even if he wasn’t going to do it for real. He does want to see him smiling at him and telling him how grateful he is for the favor, though. Hwaryun’s lips twist into knowing smirk. “She will be a great ally for Viole in the future.” He simply sets with. Hwaryun closes her eyes. 

“That’s true, and that’s also why I approved of Viole’s idea. FUG can spend this kind of money, after all. It’s a simple solution that makes everyone happy, just as Viole wanted. But you can’t deny you did it gladly just to please our kind lord.” 

“I’m just proud of our kind lord, as you put it. He is becoming more and more like a real god, always trying to help those in need, whichever the cost. Now it wasn’t a difficult thing to do, but sometimes is not so easy, and in either case he is still prepared to put his own life on the line, because he doesn’t want to leave anyone behind.” 

“Yes, and that’s called being naïve, and we both know it.” However, her ever serious face transforms into a somewhat loving smile, an expression he never saw, and never thought seeing, in the cold witch. “But…” she turns her back to him, interlacing her fingers behind her. “I can’t say I dislike his methods.” 

Jinsung smiles warmly, like he doesn’t usually do either. Viole has the mysterious power to make people who are already frozen inside, like both of them, feel warm again at the thought of him. “Of course. He is the God we chose, after all.” 

Hwaryun turns to look at him again. “He is a handful sometimes, though. I’m glad he has Khun to keep him out of trouble most of the time, but it would be even better if he wasn’t so indulging of him.” A vein grows on his forehead at the mention of that boy’s name. So Hwaryun also thinks they are a good match, huh? She is back to her deadpan expression, so he can’t tell if she is saying that just to upset him on purpose or not. If that’s the case, she is succeeding, but he won’t let it show. He will swallow his jealousy for now. “Well, I’m going back now. If you find Viole, try not to be so greedy when you collect his debt.” 

“You really enjoy making me seem like a perverted old man, don’t you?” 

She just side-smiles at him and disappears from sight. Jinsung scratches the back of his neck and lets out a deep sigh. Whatever. Now back into searching for his student. 


He finds him fast enough. Viole is sitting at a table with some of his friends, talking and laughing with enthusiasm. The Khun kid is right beside him, with the Crocodile mounted on his back. He can’t see the face of the blue-haired man, but Viole seems concerned for him, for whatever reason. Jeez, don’t make him worry when I just made him happy, it’s such a waste. He crosses his arms and stares at his student, waiting for him to notice. It takes only seconds for Viole to distinguish him in the distance. The bright smile he gives him makes Jinsung’s heart flutter a little. Still leaning against the wall and keeping his cool as always, he smiles back and makes a gesture with his hand, telling him to come with him. Viole looks at his friends, probably making a fast excuse, and leaves the table. Turning to look at Viole’s departing figure, he can see the concerned look in the Khun boy’s face. The Jahad Princess sitting there doesn’t seem too happy to see Viole going away either. Jinsung smirks satisfied with their reactions. Sorry, but I’m stealing my boy for a while. Then his smile drops. He is going to come back to you all anyway, and be away from me. 

“Master!” Viole runs to his side, with a broad smile on those round lips. Its brightness always makes Jinsung’s bad thoughts go away. “I heard from Miss Hwaryun that everything is set with Kaiser.” 

“Yeah, her debt was cancelled and she is leaving with me this afternoon. She won’t be part of FUG officially, even if we used their money, but she will be a good ally for you in the future.” 

Viole pouts a little. He looks like a little kid, now that his hair is no longer covering his baby face. “We didn’t save her for that, but it is good to have another teammate.” 

“I know. She is your friend now, right?” Viole nods energetically while he walks alongside his master, oblivious to Jinsung’s intentions of leading him to a place with no other people around. If I must let you go to them, then I’ll make the best of our few moments together. “You are smiling more frequently nowadays. You were laughing a lot with those kids just now.” 

“Yes! I’m so happy to be with my friends again. I hadn’t seen some of them in a long time.” Jinsung feels a little envious when he sees Viole smiling like that for others that are not him, but his gladness for him is several times bigger than his jealousy. This is why he accepted Viole leaving FUG, after all, to see this bright smile. 

However, something is still irking him. “I saw you were concerned about that guy from the Khun Family. Did something happen?” His wide smile changes immediately into a worried look. Damn that boy for making his Viole look like this. Like he said to that Wangnan kid once, he won’t forgive anyone who dares to bully his cute apprentice. 

“Mr. Khun seemed spaced-out, like he was worried about something, even when everything came out even better than anticipated. I don’t know what happened, because he always hides those things from me…” 

“You really like him.” He interrupts, now having difficulty to just swallow the bitter taste lingering in his throat. Viole nods slowly, still worried about that other man. “Have you slept with him already?” 

His student seems surprised at first. Did he really think he would forget about the confession he made that night they spent together? Viole looks for other people who might listen to their conversation which suddenly became awkward. Thankfully, there’s no one around, just as Jinsung had planned. “No… not yet.” 

“So you plan on doing it, though.” Jinsung feels the irritation growing up inside him. The clueless look on his student’s face makes it even worse. It seems he still doesn’t know he is being kind of unfaithful. But Jinsung knows he shouldn’t complain. It’s not like they are formally lovers, after all, and Viole isn’t even in a relationship with that Khun boy either. Not yet, at least. Still, just the thought of Viole in the arms of someone else makes his blood boil. But I must let him go, right? “And what are you waiting for? He seems so enamored with you, after all.” 

“Really!?” Viole’s face lights up upon hearing those words, and a pang of anger assaults Jinsung again. It surprises him to see his student so happily astonished. How could he not know thtat? Jinsung hasn’t even spent time with the other boy and still knows Khun is totally in love with Viole. It looked like he would move heaven and earth in order to please him. He wasn’t going to tell that to Viole though. If he is oblivious, then it’s better for Jinsung, at least for now. “If that’s the case, then why hasn’t he tried doing anything to me yet?” 

An angry vein grows on Jinsung’s forehead. Is he really asking for advice on how to interpret the affections of another man? “Well, he seems to be the kind of guy who won’t do anything until he is sure he won’t be making a mistake. If he cares for you as I think he does, then he could be trying to be even more cautious with you.” 

“T-Then… should I be blunter about it? He seems to like me being innocent and all, so I decided to just wait, but I don’t want him to take six whole years like you did, Master.” 

What did he just say? He knew Viole was sort of playing with him that night before he started a team with that loud blonde guy and his other weak comrades, but now he is doing the same thing with that Khun boy? “You are such a devil. Why are you playing with him too?” Now he doesn’t know if he should feel enraged or have pity for that poor soul. 

“Huh? Why do you say that, Master? I’m not playing with anyone.” 

“You are. You totally are.” Viole looks genuinely confused. He doesn’t get it at all, and Jinsung can’t help letting out a tired sigh. “By the way you speak, you know he feels attracted to you, but you are only seducing him without actually saying anything or taking any action, waiting for him to come and eat you.”

“Yeah.” And he just admits it like that!? “Is that a bad thing? It’s just… he seems to like me being more passive and clueless, and I just want him to desire me more, that’s all…” 

Now he looks embarrassed. That’s definitely not fair, not for him, and not for that poor boy. Viole sincerely doesn’t even know what he is doing. Jinsung should have known though. Viole is not the type to just take action in this kind of things, if his experience with him is an indicator of something. He is like a spider: he sets up a trap and lures you in, and you don’t know you are trapped until is too late to regret it. The worst part is that Viole doesn’t even know it. He thinks he is pretending to be innocent, but in the end he is not pretending anything: he is genuinely clueless and has no malicious intent at all. Jinsung feels dumbfounded to discover once again how full of contradictions, which somehow match together perfectly like puzzle pieces, this boy is. He is sure Viole will be the downfall of many unfortunate souls, and he won’t even know it. A devilish angel indeed. 

“…Like I want you to desire me more too, Master.” God, he should feel angrier. Not only is he playing with another man, he is still playing with him too. But his pure-hearted flirting is simply too delicious to resist. It’s even worse when Viole looks around, finding no one again, and then approaches him. Their chests touch, Viole’s hand reaches for his face and he deposits a soft kiss on Jinsung’s lips. “I feel like I have to pay you for what you did for me, Master, and I don’t know what else I can do for you.” 

Shit, that does sound like he is Viole’s sugar daddy, like Hwaryun said. It isn’t too bad though, if he can have this gorgeous boy all to himself even if just for a few hours. So he grabs his shoulders, pushes him onto the wall behind him, and then kisses him again, devouring the insides of that appetizing mouth. God, he missed this so much. He has his sweets now, so he doesn’t have to smoke, but Viole will always be the best drug. If he wants to pay, yeah, this is the best way, even if it makes him seem even more like a depraved sugar daddy. “Of course you should thank me. Helping her didn’t come out cheap. You should be grateful.” 

A little out of breath, Viole smiles brightly when they break apart. “…Ah, of course I’m grateful, Master! Now Elaine is free, we cleared this station and Endorsi doesn’t have to resign her name as a Jahad Princess. All thanks to you.” 

“Mmm, you shouldn’t be talking about other people when you are with me, you know.” Jinsung nibs and sucks at his graceful neck, earning a suffocated moan from Viole. He knows he shouldn’t mark him right now, but he can’t help it, not when he hasn’t seen him in such a long time. Viole will have to be careful around his comrades. Well, if someone sees him, they will know he has an owner, so it’s not so bad after all. A temporary owner at best, his mind tells him, but he chooses to brush away those uncomfortable thoughts. For now. 

“Sorry… Let me compensate you, Master.” Viole’s arms cross behind his master’s head, pulling him in for another kiss, soft and slow this time. They keep kissing for a long while, just tasting each other after the long time they have been apart. Jinsung feels Viole’s body relaxing against his own, and he finds himself doing the same, as the warmth of the boy gets hold of him. “What can I do to please you? Tell me.” 

A dangerous wave of heat runs through Jinsung’s entire being. Just those words, said between soft sighs, are enough to make his pants feel uncomfortably tight. And the possibility of being seen makes it even more exciting. Look at me, I should be the responsible adult. But he won’t care. Not now. Not when they have so little time. “You could let me touch you a bit.” 

“R-right here?” He sounds nervous, but excited at the same time. He looks around for the tenth time, and then nods slowly, cheeks colored a pale pink. “Ok…” Jinsung wastes no time. He quickly unzips Viole’s pants, takes his half-erect penis out and starts stroking it immediately, soon catching a satisfactory rhythm. He licks his own lips at the sight in front of him: Viole shivering in pleasure against the wall, golden eyes half open, cheeks flushed and quiet moans, carefully suffocated so none notices them. “But, Master…” his voice comes out shaky. “I’m the one who is trying to pay you back. I shouldn’t just receive pleasure from you…” 

With his hands shaking a bit, Viole imitates Jinsung’s movements. After carefully unzipping his pants, he starts caressing that bigger, fully erected cock, in time with his master’s strokes to his own. Jinsung lets out a blissful groan. “God… you are so good.” Viole touches sensible spots with incredible accuracy. It’s clear he is trying hard to concentrate even when the pleasure is starting to blind him. “When did you get so good at this?” If Viole hadn’t already said he hasn’t done it with the Khun boy yet, he would be deeply concerned.

“I’m just doing what you are doing to me, Master… And I have practiced a lot with myself since the last time we were together.” Like always, he says he most embarrassing things with a straight face. “Am I good at this, Master?” Golden eyes look at him directly, asking for compliment. It’s so cute he can’t deny it to him. 

“Yes, you really are. You are such a good student.” 

With the hand that isn’t touching his pupil yet, the one that was placed against the wall and was trapping Viole between it and his own body, he pats Viole’s head as his student smiles contented between sighs. Jinsung loved Viole’s long hair, so it’s kind of a waste for him to have it so short now, but he looks cute nonetheless, and his short hair is definitely easier to mess up. However, it is also the sign that he is not the slayer candidate anymore. He is not his Viole; he is Bam, the ace of his team. And he is going further and further away from him. 

Jinsung shakes his head, concentrating in what Viole said instead. “Do you think about me when you touch yourself?” His strokes go up in rhythm, and Viole closes his eyes, then nods effusively, melting in pleasure. “Do you use the toy I gave you?” Another nod without hesitation, while he bites his lower lip to not let out a loud noise. Jinsung feels himself growing even harder at his mental image of Viole touching himself, alone in his room, thinking about his dear Master. “I want you to say it. Say it, Viole.” 

With the hand that was petting his hair, Jinsung gets a firm grip of his jaw, forcing him to look directly into his eyes. Viole opens his mouth slightly, but all that comes out are soft moans that go up in volume. The boy can’t move his own hands anymore, but Jinsung doesn’t care. He is too fixed in making this little god come. After a few strokes, Viole climaxes all over his hand and his back slips against the wall, ending up sitting on the floor, clothes and hair disheveled, panting hard. He is not done yet, though. After catching his breath a little, Viole gets on his knees and his hands reach Jinsung’s still throbbing erection. 

“I… I-I think about Master when I touch myself…” He can finally answer to his command, and that shy whisper almost gets Jinsung a nosebleed. “I said I will compensate you for buying Kaiser for me. Let… let me do it, please.” 

Jinsung nearly cries out when Viole takes the tip of his dick inside his mouth, without any warning. How has he missed this small, hot mouth. It has been so long, he can’t help grabbing his head and thrusting a bit between those lips. He notices Viole choking a little, eyes teary and mouth full of his cock. However, he doesn’t try to get away. On the contrary, he sucks harder and then licks the full length, just to take it again deep into his own throat. He could be better at this, of course, but God, how can he still be so good without any practice? Viole is indeed a genius, both on the battlefield and in bed. Well, if he wants to try deep throating him, Jinsung won’t be the one to complain. He grabs his hair again and thrusts forward, keeping Viole’s head in place. This rough treatment doesn’t discourage his student in the slightest. Soon, Jinsung finds himself near the edge and tries to get away from Viole, but the boy doesn’t let him go, firmly grabbing his hips and retaining his cock between his lips, until is too late and his semen fills up Viole’s mouth. 

After catching his breath a little and recovering his vision, Jinsung wants to apologize immediately when he sees Viole’s messy self sitting on the floor, mouth closed, a little semen pouring out of the corner of it, with probably rest of it still inside. However he stops himself as he notices Viole swallowing the contents of his mouth and a weak but satisfied smile appears in his lips. “You never let me swallow it, and I always thought it was such a waste. Well, I like you coming over my face too, though.” 

What does this little devil want, getting him hard again? How will he be able to let him go as he should? “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be rough on you.” 

Viole simply laughs a little at his not so sincere apology. Yes, he didn’t want to be hard on him, but he still clearly enjoyed shoving his penis in his little mouth. “I said I don’t mind you choking me a bit, didn’t I? That includes this, Master.” He shyly looks away for a second, licking his own lips again. “I kind of enjoy it, actually…” 

This boy will drag him into the darkest pits of Hell for all the sinful thoughts and acts he plans to commit. He already dug his own grave by taking his virginity even when Viole was (and in some aspects he still is) an innocent boy, and he himself is already an old man. This definitely has to stop, and now. But if he is going to be like this, then Jinsung will make the best out of it, even if this should indeed be the last time… 

Finally composing himself after hearing those extremely tempting statements, Jinsung grabs Viole’s arm and starts pulling him through the deserted hallway. “W-Wait, Master! Where are we going?” With his free arm, Viole tries to tidy himself up in case someone sees them, but Jinsung doesn’t care at all about that right now. He just wants to reach the room he booked, as fast as possible. 

Upon entering said room, Jinsung simply shuts the door, pushes a bewildered Viole against it and resumes devouring his student’s mouth, now more ardently than before, not caring to taste the bitterness of his own semen amidst the natural sweetness of Viole’s lips. The other doesn’t react at first, but then tries to get away, much to Jinsung’s displeasure. 

“Wait, Master, please.” He says once his lips are finally free. “Why are you so anxious? What happened?”

After a few seconds of silence, Jinsung simply takes those lips again, and thankfully Viole doesn’t resist this time. He can’t help it. He had decided it already: this will be the last time he will have sex with his pupil. But he won’t tell Viole yet, or he would complain. Instead, he will savor every last bit of this before saying goodbye. Well, not really goodbye, since he will still be his student and his God, but they won’t be lovers anymore, or whatever this intimacy means. And that’s exactly why this can’t go on. They don’t even know what kind of relationship they have, and Viole… he is just a confused boy who sexually woke up recently. He has to be with someone his age, so he can be loved freely. Like… like with that Khun he is already interested in. 

Those negative thoughts lead him to bite Viole’s lower lip a little too hard, even drawing some blood. The boy simply squirms slightly against the door, not really minding the pain as much as he minds seeing Jinsung so distressed. When they part away, his eyes reflect his confusion. “Master… What’s wrong? Please tell me.” Viole takes his face in his hands, a gesture so delicate it makes Jinsung’s heart sink. When will he be able to find someone like Viole, or at least someone who likes him so pure-heartedly like he does? 

“Don’t ask anything yet, ok? Just let me feel you for now.” Viole doesn’t look convinced, staring directly into his eyes like he is trying to read the depths of his mind. “Didn’t you miss me? I surely missed you, my god.” 

“Of course I did, but… something feels wrong.” 

Jinsung brushes his hands away and grabs them with one of his, pinning them against the door and on top of his head. “Didn’t you say you liked me being rough with you?” With that, Viole seems to forget his concerns, shivering and swallowing slowly upon hearing that low murmur. He nods in silence, his gaze now fixated on his lips. That’s the sign Jinsung was waiting for. He takes those lips again, and Viole kisses him back immediately this time. Jinsung lets go of his hands in order to grab Viole’s legs and wrap them around his waist, lifting him in the air and supporting his weight against the door behind him. Viole clings to him with his arms too, trying desperately not to fall down. 

“Please, let’s go to the bed at least…” Well, this way is a little hard to undress the boy, so he agrees after a few seconds in which he enjoys having Viole’s body pressed against his own. He doesn’t let him go while doing what Viole asked for, though. With the boy still suspended in midair and his longs limbs wrapped around his waist, Jinsung approaches the wide bed of the rented room. “Ah, I’ll fall down, Master! At least let me walk!” 

“No.” he simply answers and then throws the boy on the bed, without a hint of delicacy. Viole looks concerned, but thankfully he is not scared. He knows Jinsung wouldn’t do anything he doesn’t want or to seriously harm him, but he is indeed acting strange. He can’t help it. His mind is a dark turmoil right now. 

I don’t want to let go.

You are so much younger than me, so much purer. 

I don’t want anyone to hold you in their arms.

This shall be the last time I taint your innocence. 

They will take you away from me.

We can’t go on with this relationship.

I don’t want to let you go.

I have to let you go with them.

…You must be happy.

Jinsung grabs Viole’s shirt and carefully unbuttons it while he tries to calm and silence his own brain. As much as he wants to rip his clothes apart, he can’t let his teammates see him naked or with a different outfit than the one he had when he left them. It would be too suspicious. At least there is still a part of his brain that works correctly. The rest of it doesn’t, though. Prove of it are the marks he leaves across Viole’s legs as he takes his pants off too. Red and purple marks that would linger in his firm and soft skin for days. 

“Where did I put those things?” 

Viole keeps silent and unmoving as Jinsung searches the drawer next to the bed. He seems to have given up on pressing the issue. He must have sensed his master won’t tell him anything right now. That’s exactly why he wraps his arms around Jinsung’s shoulders, his soft breath against his ear. The peaceful warmth of his pupil’s body makes him even more remorseful. He wants to embrace him, to keep him close forever, but he shouldn’t, he can’t. You shouldn’t get attached to me anymore. He pushes Viole back on the bed when he finally finds his essential bottle of lube and something else he should have used in the past too when having sex with him. “Master…” 

“Spread your legs for me. I want to be inside you right now.” His commanding voice makes Viole shiver, and he does as he is told, his long spread legs shaking a little in anticipation. “Good boy.” He pours the cold liquid over his own fingers, anxious to quickly prepare this young body for it to be able to receive him in soon. Two of his rough-skinned fingers get inside that oh so small hole, scissoring a little too soon. A pained whimper reaches his ears as his fingers let constricted by Viole’s inner walls. 

“Ahh…! Master, don’t… You are going too fast… Ahhh!” Even though his whole body is tensed up, Viole doesn’t try to get away from him. He lets himself be fingered harshly, to be at the mercy of his Master like always, even when a third finger adds up without waiting for him to adjust to the intrusion. 

“Shit…” The older man can’t control his anxiousness, even though he knows he must be hurting Viole quite a bit. He knows he can take much more, but it’s still not acceptable to be so aggressive with him. He can’t stop, nonetheless. “Argh, sorry, I can’t do it gently… Shit, why can’t I do it gently!?” 

“It’s okay, Master… I don’t mind a little pain… Ahhh!” His whole tensed up body trembles in a mix of pleasure and pain. Great way of not being a perverted beast. Well, if his violent way of preparing him manages to convey Viole that he should not be with someone like him, then it’s for the best, right? So his fingers open up Viole’s tight ass without mercy, pressing against his prostate and making him scream at the intense sensation. “God, you are so rough…! Ahh, it hurts, but… it’s so good…!” 

Viole’s quiet whimpers make Jinsung snap. His fingers come in and out of little hole, more and more aggressively, until they can’t move anymore: they end up squeezed as Viole’s body convulses when a second orgasm takes hold of him, and Jinsung wishes those fingers were his penis instead. The boy comes undone on top of the bed, panting hard as he tries to compose himself. When he opens his eyes again, Jinsung is finishing putting on a condom and bathing it with lube. “What…?” Oh, right, he hasn’t used a condom with Viole before, but he has to, since he will go back to his team in a while and getting himself cleaned up inside will be troublesome for him. “What is that…?” 

His eyes are filled with curiousness, even when he is hardly able to discern what’s in front of him, in his fucked out state. God, he looks incredibly delicious. “Sorry, I was too hard on you. I warn you, I don’t think I can be gentle now either,” not when you look like this “so…” 

“Master, how many times do I have to tell you?” His voice comes out hoarse, breathless. “I don’t mind you being rough on me…” Viole sits up tiredly and then holds him close again, transmitting him the warmth of his body once more. For a moment, Jinsung manages to forget about his sense of guilt. Maybe he can stay by his side after all. How wonderful it would be. “You are thinking of me, right? Only about me… so I don’t mind.” Viole gives him a soft, sloppy kiss, and his hot tongue slowly dances with his. “Just desire me more and make me yours…” 

Those sweets words, that are so tempting they seem to be the whisper of an incubus, wake him up into reality again. He grabs Viole by the hips and switches him over on the bed, ending with the boy sitting on his lap and Jinsung lying bellow him. Don’t confuse me anymore. “Weren’t you going to pay me back for buying that girl? That blowjob from before was delightful, but is still not enough, you know.” 

His innocent student seems to understand what he is implying, for once, or is just that he also desperately wants to have sex with him. Either way, Viole lifts his shaking hips and carefully impales himself with his cock, staying still as its hardness, cold with the lube covering the rubber texture of the condom, opens his way inside him. Viole lets out a quiet groan as he lets the full length come in. God, after the rough treatment he put his pupil through and since he told him to please him in order to pay his debt, he should be considerate and let Viole move on his own, but the only thing he can’t think of, as his cock is being deliciously squeezed, is to grab those hips and thrust hard into that ass. 

Thankfully, Viole starts rocking his hips before Jinsung loses his mind. His movements are slow but steady, setting a rhythm that quickly exasperates his master. Jinsung feels himself melting when Viole moves his hips in circles, tightening up even more. “Is it good, Master…?” Viole manages to say between his soft panting, his golden eyes bright with tears of pleasure. It feels incredibly good, but it’s not enough yet. Jinsung grabs his waist and thrusts upwards, pulling out a sonorous scream out of those sweet lips. “Ahh! Again s-so suddenly…!” 

“You are paying your debt, right? Then let me do as I please with your body.” And that’s all he manages to say before thrusting harder into those tight insides that drive him delirious. Viole can’t keep himself sitting up, so he falls on Jinsung’s chest, moaning uncontrollably as he lets his master penetrate him ruthlessly. The comfortable heat of his youthful body against his own makes Jinsung feel a mixture of loving warmth, guilty pain and beastly desire inside his heart. 

God he doesn’t want to let go. If it depended on him and entirely on him, he would be inside his little student forever. But he has come to love Viole too much, and he has to make him happy, even if it means sending him unto the arms of someone else, someone who is more appropriate for a young boy like him. So this will be last time, even if Viole doesn’t want this to end. 

So he will make the best of it. He stops moving and grabs Viole’s chin, lifting it so he can see directly into his confused eyes, which also seem blinded with pleasure. “W-Why do you stop so suddenly…?” 

“Frustrated? Then move by yourself again. Please me.” 

Viole bites his lower lip, clearly unsatisfied now that his master has decided to tease him like this. Still, he starts rocking his hips again slowly, up and down, as he also places kisses, soft like butterflies, all over Jinsung’s chest. Then he moves those appetizing lips to his face, placing a kiss on top of his closed eyelids. His tongue traces his Adam’s apple, his jaw, and finally he takes his lips in an ardent kiss. Their tongues struggle within their mouths, and Jinsung feels his sanity slipping away again. No, he has to let Viole please him, he has to resist the urge to start pounding hard into him again. 

But Jinsung is the kind of man who just takes what he wants. He always has been this way. So he grabs those marvelous hips and thrust upwards again, and Viole has to break their long kiss in order to breathe between moans. Just this once, he will have all of this gorgeous god to himself. “Master… Master…” those whispers in his ear entice him again. “I-I like you so much…” 

No. Stop, Viole. This can’t go on. Jinsung shifts him suddenly on the bed again, so Viole ends up with his face against the sheets, his ass up in the air as Jinsung keeps pounding into him from behind. The same love marks he left on his legs are now being placed on the back of his neck. Both of them can only repeat the name of the other one, their moans like a spell. 

But then Viole tries to turn back, a concerned look in his bright eyes. “I-I want to see you, Master…” No, that also could make his resolution crumble, so he instead pulls Viole’s hair a little and then presses his face against the sheets. “W-why? God… Ahhh…! You’re so rough…!” 

Apparently he doesn’t have time to feel rejected. It must me difficult with a hard dick fucking your ass mercilessly, even more so when Viole reaches his third orgasm in such a short period of time. The boy collapses yet again on the bed, his face still pressed against it. The intense pressure around his cock makes Jinsung come too seconds later, and he rests a bit over Viole’s back. 

“Huh…?” To Jinsung’s surprise, Viole turns slowly and moves his hips so his master’s penis gets out of him. “Why?” He is out of breath, just like Jinsung, but something seems to puzzle him enough to move regardless of the exhaustion. “…So that’s what it does.” The sudden statement makes Jinsung flinch a little. “That rubber thing you put on your penis: it prevents your semen from filling me up.” 

“Well, yeah.” God, Viole. It always impresses Jinsung how sometimes he can be so straightforward about things like this. Well, he is so innocent he doesn’t get embarrassed about it. “You are going back to your friends in a minute, so it’s more practical this way.” The boy frowns, and he looks so cute pouting like that. “What about it? Why are you angry?” 

“It’s a waste.” 

“What is a waste?” 

“Your semen!” God, Viole. “I… I like being filled by your… it feels so warm. So it’s a waste.” Jinsung doesn’t believe what he is hearing. This little devil is saying outrageous things in such an innocent way again. “Take it off! I want you to come inside me!” 

“Viole, please, we don’t have time for that!” Viole forcefully takes out the condom, and stares at it both upset and sad. Jinsung can’t help but laugh warmly. Then his smile fades away, as he remembers again how much he wants to be with Viole forever, to keep him as his lover, but he can’t. In fact, now is the time to make that clear. “…This is the last time, Viole.” 

“Huh? Did you say something, Master?” 

Yeah, his voice came out low, so he must repeat himself, now sounding a lot more confident in what he is saying. “We can’t be together like this anymore. We must stop this.” 

“I don’t understand. Are you going far away? I know I will be going to the Floor of Death now, so we will be apart for a while, but we will see each other again soon enough.” 

“No. I mean, yes, we will see each other soon. I’m your master, after all. Even if you left FUG, Hwaryun and I will always be there to support you. But that’s not what I mean.” 

“Then…?” Viole takes one of his hands between his. “Ah…” He seems to have finally realized what he is talking about. “You… you don’t want to have sex with me anymore?” 

He looks so incredibly hurt that Jinsung feels the irresistible urge to just take back what he said and hug him close. “No, of course I want to! I would be crazy if I didn’t want to have sex with you.” 

The confusion returns to Viole’s features and mixes with his sadness and a slight look of fear. “Then what…? Did I do something wrong?” He tries to hug Jinsung again, but the man grabs his arms before he can’t do it and stops him. “Why!? Why do you keep rejecting me!? This is the third or the fourth time already. You haven’t let me hug you once since we got here…” 

“You are a young boy, Viole, and I took advantage of that.” Viole opens his mouth to protest, but Jinsung places a finger on top of his lips to silence him. “I know you will say it is not like that, but that only shows you are indeed an innocent boy. Don’t make this more difficult. Just forget about all of this and start a relationship with someone better suit for you, like that Khun kid or one of the numerous girls who are after you.” 

“Now you are having second thoughts, after all you did to me?” Jeez, even Viole is making him sound like a guilty old man. He deserves it though, so he won’t complain. But then, strangely enough, his student stops looking so hurt and a hint of pure determination appears in those big golden eyes. “I will make this work.” Jinsung simply stares at him, disordered. Viole repeats himself. “I will make this work. You don’t have to worry about anything, Master. Leave it to me.” 

“What? What will you do? Viole, just forget about me. You like the son of Khun, right? Then it shouldn’t be a problem.” 

“I like him, yes, but I like you too!” 

Jinsung cannot believe what Viole is saying. “You can’t be so selfish, Viole, you can’t be with both of us. It’s not fair, at least not for that boy. I might deserve it, but that kid surely doesn’t.” 

“I don’t care. I will make you both happy, somehow. If you really didn’t want to be with me, then I would accept it. But you still want me, don’t you? You want me to be yours, and I want to be yours.” God, his lower half is dangerously reacting again. Why is it so untamed? “I also want to make Mr. Khun happy, and I know he desires me too, so I’ll make the two of you happy. I-is it bad to think this way? I just… I just want to love the people I love…” 

His master can’t say anything. It’s true he is just being truthful to himself. He understands Viole loves them pure-heartedly. But can Khun accept it, understand it? They will have to figure it out. Jeez, is he really going to let himself be convinced this easily? He really can’t say no to his utterly cute student. “…Ok, but you will have to tell Khun about this before you go to bed with him for the first time. And then we will talk together, the three of us.” 

“Thank you, Master!” Viole jumps at him and Jinsung finally lets himself be hugged. “I’ll do whatever you say!” Don’t say that, Viole, you don’t know how dangerous that could be. Still, he smiles against his messy hair. He will be able to continue by his loved one’s side, at least of some more time. 

“You will spend much more time with that other boy, though. He will be your official partner. I can’t help feeling jealous.” Viole just laughs against his shoulder. “Hey, it’s serious, you know? I will have to work on my jealousy.” 

“I don’t want you to hurt, but I like you when you get jealous, Master. You are like a beast.” Jinsung can’t help feeling a bit embarrassed and flattered at the same time. 

“And what will I be to you? God, now I’ll really be your sugar daddy.” 

That last part comes out of his mouth without him noticing, and it’s only when he sees the curious look in Viole’s face that he realizes his mistake. “Sugar daddy…? What’s that? You are not my father, Master. Fathers and sons don’t have sex.” 

Well, at least he knows that, in all of his cluelessness. “Forget it, is just a dumb thing Hwaryun got to my head.” Viole simply stares at him in silence. He clearly doesn’t have the intention of letting this go, not when his eyes sparkle with interest. “Ok, it means I, as a man who is much older than you, date you and give you gifts in exchange of your affection, sometimes in exchange of sex.” 

“Ohhh! Yeah, you do seem like my sugar daddy then.” Jeez, he didn’t want to hear it from Viole too, although he says it like it isn’t a bad thing at all. “I really like calling you Master, but I can’t call you daddy too, if you want.” 

Does he know what he said is extremely suggesting? He can’t help imagining all sorts of things. He already had master fantasies, and now he will start having daddy fantasies too. And again, his lower half. But he can’t keep fucking Viole all day long, he has to let him go back to his friends. “Just forget you heard that term, please.” He knows he won’t though, not when Viole has that smile that is half innocent, half devilish. “You should go shower now, so you can get back to your friends.” 

“Ah… that’s true, they will start wondering where I am, especially Mr. Khun.” Viole breaks apart, his cheeks flushed with happiness and a bright smile in his lips. “But I don’t want to part from you yet so… Could you accompany me to the shower too, Master? You should get clean too.” 

That’s a terrible idea. He should know Jinsung is like an animal in heat regarding his student, but he is clearly asking for the danger, like always. 

And it’s a fact. He can’t say no to this devilish angel. 


- END of CHAPTER 3 -

jueves, 5 de noviembre de 2020

[Fanfic] Tower of God - Better than cigarettes: Chapter 3 (WangnanViole)

En AO3 este cap es aún el 4 del fic, pero lo moveré al cap 3 cuando ya termine y suba el cap 5. Este lo subí como hace unos días no más, después de todo, así que aún no lo moveré. Es que este cap originalmente iba a ser un extra o algo así, pero como la cosa se me alargó, prefería ponerlo como cap 3, para que esté bien ordenado cronológicamente. Tengo harto más que no he publicado aquí, pero ya lo iré haciendo c:

*****

Better than cigarettes

by RPMizu 

Chapter 3: Intoxication


When he arrived at the hotel, his teammates were all totally wrecked. It was a bit sad he had to miss the little party they were throwing out that night, but now he is actually kind of glad he had been out for most of the evening, or he would be in the same deplorable state as them. There are countless bottles and beer cans scattered around the room, and the air is filled with the smell of alcohol. At least it seems none had vomited. He is also glad that Miseng is not here to see this disconcerting scene. Wangnan walks between the unconscious bodies of his comrades, which lay around like corpses on the couches and floor. 

“God, you are all a mess. I did want to get wasted with you all, though, it must have been fun even if all of you feel like shit right now. And now I’m the only one who is not part of the party.” He can’t help sounding a little sad, but then he has to cover his mouth to not laugh like a hyena when he sees Yihwa trying to get up, pushing an unconscious Goseng from on top of her. Wangnan approaches her struggling figure and looks down to meet her grumpy gaze. “Feeling a little better than the rest?” 

“Oh, welcome back…” she sounds wrecked, but at least she is awake. “Don’t just stand there and help me up, please.” 

“On my way!” Wangnan’s happy tone probably gives Yihwa a headache, by the way she massages her forehead, trying to bear with the pain. He picks up the unconscious girl with glasses and leaves her on a nearby couch, effectively freeing Yihwa. “Since you are such a lady, I didn’t think you would drink so much.” 

“I didn’t.” He helps her up and supports her weight until she is less dizzy and is able to stand by herself. “But I can’t take any alcohol. Just two or three glasses and I got sleepy. I just woke up with Miss Goseng crushing me, when you entered the room.” 

“So you don’t even know how everyone ended up like this? What a bummer, I wanted to know what everyone did when they were still conscious.” He looks around again. “God, even Prince is here. He is still a child, you know.” 

“Yeah, Goseng managed to get Miseng to bed before all of this started, but Prince didn’t want to listen to anybody. He fell down earlier than me, though.” 

“Hahahaha, at least you have more endurance than a little kid!” Yihwa gives him a light smack on the head for making fun of her, but the aggressive movement makes her dizzy again. “Sorry, sorry. Oh.” Then Wangnan sees him. Their most dreaded comrade is unconscious beside Prince, who apparently tried to hug him before falling asleep, and Viole simply let the little boy be attached to him. His messy long dark hair is covering almost all of his face. “Viole got drunk too!? For real!?” 

“Jeez, don’t shout! Yes, the others persuaded Mr. Viole into drinking with everyone. He passed out after I did, so I don’t know how much he drank.” 

Wangnan wanted to know what Viole did when he was inebriated and still conscious, but no one else is awake aside from Yihwa. Now he will never know, and will have to live with it. Ok, he knows is overreacting now. Probably someone would remember tomorrow and will be able to tell him everything, right? Wangnan sighs, hoping that would be the case, and asks Yihwa to help him take the others to their respective rooms. They split up, but he makes sure he is the one taking Viole, and that the last one he has to take with him is indeed Viole. 

Now he is carrying the unconscious slayer candidate on his back. He anxiously opens the door to Viole’s room, which is a lot tidier than how he thought it would be. Wangnan leaves him carefully on the bed and then sits beside him. Viole doesn’t even flinch as Wangnan brushes the hair off his face, and is stunned again at how cute his features are beneath those longs bangs. 

“Long hair looks good on you, but you really need to cut those bangs. They make you look so gloomy, even when, in fact, you are a real sweetheart. At least we finally found that out.” He pokes Viole’s right cheek with one finger. It is so soft to the touch. Wangnan feels heat accumulating in his own face. “I haven’t told anyone, you know? About what I saw that night.” Now, two of his fingers make their way to Viole’s lips, tracing them slowly. “It’s my dirty secret.” 

He yelps when Viole parts his lips a little, his soft breath coming in and out between them, his chest going up and down in a steady, calm rhythm. He looks so relaxed, deep in slumber. Viole won’t know if Wangnan touches his lips a bit longer, right? He swallows hard, trying to calm his untamed heartbeat. His fingers keep tracing those round lips, and he even dares to insert one finger between them. A pleasant tingling gets hold of his whole body: Viole’s mouth is incredibly hot inside, and it tempts him to just take it with his own, right there. His heart almost stops when he feels a little sucking on his finger and then a tongue slowly tracing it. He is glad he didn’t jump back, because, upon further inspection, Viole is still sleeping. It seems it’s just a reflex. What a curious reflex, though. 

“Jeez, don’t scare me like that.” And don’t tempt me like this, he wants to say. Damn, even his reflexes are sexy. And now he is unable to resist his curiosity and obvious desires. He leans on top of Viole, their faces so near their noses almost touch, soft breath against his chin. “I can’t forget about that night, even after all these months. Do you even know what you and your master did to me?” His mouth now brushes Viole’s. If he moves just a mere centimeter, he will be kissing him. Will he be able to escape the dreams he is been having if he just lets his desires unleashed? He shouldn’t do it. Viole is passed out and can’t even say yes or no to him. But… if it’s just a kiss, then maybe… 

He doesn’t notice what he is doing until it is too late. He has closed the millimetrical distance between them and now his mouth is fully on Viole’s, delighting himself in how soft and somewhat sweet his lips are. Unlike how it was with his fingers, the slayer candidate doesn’t react immediately. He just keeps taking in short breaths when Wangnan pulls apart for just a few seconds, unable to stop and let go completely. This is not yet enough for the red-light district prince. He adventures his tongue inside Viole’s mouth, wanting to reach further, to taste him more deeply. 

A suffocated moan reaches Wangnan’s ears and he freezes up momentarily. Right now, he doesn’t dare to move at all. Shit, shit, shit! Did he wake up Viole? His blood feels cold with fear. Viole is a really nice kid, but a really powerful one, and you don’t know what he might do when pissed off for real. 

After a moment, however, he notices Viole is still sleeping peacefully. God, he knows he should pull off now, but his body just won’t listen. It’s like the sense of relief, for some reason, had made makes him more daring, and when he moves his tongue inside that hot mouth, Viole’s reactions, even though minor and sloppy, make him even more aroused. Viole’s tongue reaches timidly for his, reciprocating the kiss unconsciously. His quiet breath becomes more labored, and a few low moans mix with Wangnan’s owns. God, this feels like Heaven. He has dreamt about this for a long time, and now he is really kissing Viole, the cute boy he once saw having sex with his own master. No wonder that man seems so addicted to kissing him. With someone like Viole, he wouldn’t need cigarettes either. 

He parts from Viole for a few seconds, trying to catch his breath and calm his accelerated heartbeat. This is too much. He takes a moment to observe the boy beneath him. Viole’s long hair is a mess around him and his lips are a little red now. His breath is still a little harsh, but it’s calming down. The movements of his chest, up and down, up and down, introduce Wangnan into a trance for a moment. He shakes his head, feeling a little dizzy by all that is happening, by the risk of getting caught and the anxiety it provokes on him, by this overwhelming desire he feels for Viole right now, proven by the excessive tightness in his pants. Should he do more? This is a chance in a lifetime, Wangnan is sure about it. But… he can’t. He can’t take advantage of Viole being wasted like this. It’s wrong in so many ways. Yeah, he should leave it as it is. He should wrap Viole gently with the bed covers, then get out of his room and let him rest. He may have to jerk off in this own room before going to sleep though. 

“Mr. Wangnan…?” 

In that instant, his brain short-circuited, as he heard Viole finally waking up and calling his name in a drowsy tone. In his panicked reaction, the only idea Wangnan can come up with is silencing Viole with his own mouth again, afraid the slayer candidate could start shouting or something, and everyone would know about his inappropriate actions. They would accuse him of being a fucking rapist or something like that. Still, he calms down a little when he feels Viole kissing him back once more, albeit even more tiredly than before. Those golden eyes still seem sleepy. Is he awake or is he not? Wangnan isn’t sure, but he can’t think straight either. The only things he can feel now are the sweetness of Viole’s mouth, and his whole body burning up with ardent desire. 

The red-light district prince kissing the slayer candidate. His heart skips a beat at the thought. Nonetheless, he continues to kiss the drowsy boy bellow him, daring then to move his lips to his slightly exposed neck. He can hear small gasps, and the body beneath him shivers a little. So cute. He thanks Viole is wearing a dress shirt (like the one he had that night, although not oversized. He swallows loudly at the memory), since he can open it and easily expose his chest. He starts licking all over, carefully taking into his mouth one of the pink little buds. Viole’s back arks slightly and another muffled sound comes out. After a few seconds, his body squirms so much Wangnan has to stop sucking on this tiny nipple, which now is red like his lips. It comes out from his mouth with an awkward, wet pop sound. 

Now what?, he wants to say out loud. He shouldn’t dare to do more, but his hands move on his own accord on top of Viole’s muscled abdomen, until they reach the waist of his pants. Wangnan notices a slight bulge between the boy’s legs. At least he isn’t the only one aroused, but his own erection is much more notorious inside his pants than Viole’s. It’s starting to hurt, actually. He needs to get out of here and alleviate the energy that has accumulated in there before it’s too late. 

“…You won’t touch me, Mr. Wangnan?” 

His heart stops when he hears that low, probably not intentionally but nonetheless seductive whisper. Viole is looking directly into his eyes, and his hands reach for Wangnan’s face, still moving languidly. God, if he doesn’t want it, then he shouldn’t be acting so sexy. This is not Wangnan’s fault. He is giving him time to complain, to push him away, or at least seem angry, frightened or something, but he is doing none of those. Viole simply stares at him with those now visibly drowsy golden eyes. How can he resist that? How can anyone resist that? 

So he goes on, unzipping Viole’s pants and sliding them down his long legs, along with his underwear. Still, Viole doesn’t look upset. He doesn’t seem to understand completely what’s happening though, and that should be signal enough for Wangnan to stop. But when he sees Viole lying almost naked in front of him, his cheeks pink and his red lips a bit parted, the rest of his sanity dies. He releases his own erection from his pants, sighing loudly at the needed release, and starts touching Viole’s, which grows bigger with the first few strokes. But Wangnan also needs to come badly, to come right now, so he adds his own penis into the grip of his hand too, masturbating both of them at the same time and creating a delicious friction between them. 

Wangnan would never have imagined he would be doing this with Viole. Never, not even when he started having wet dreams about the boy. “Does it feel good?” He tries to sound confident, as that man did, but he knows he failed miserably. Thankfully, Viole doesn’t seem to mind that much, though. He nods two times, eyes and mouth shut. Wangnan tries to create more friction between them and speeds up the pace of his hand. Viole is not making any sound aside from a more ragged breath, and Wangnan feels kind of disappointed. Well, he was mostly quiet with his master at first too, and the sounds went up in volume when things got more intense. That means he will have to take further action if he wants to hear those delicious moans that have been haunting his dreams for the past month. 

“Where is…?” He needs to catch his breath before asking Viole what he wants. Those few words did catch Viole’s attention though, as he half opens those caramel eyes again. “…Where is that gift your master gave you last time?” he finally manages to say. Following Viole’s gaze reveals the answer, as it ends on a drawer next to the bed. He reaches for that place and, after searching a bit, he finds what he is looking for. That damned vibrator which also haunts his dreams. He has always wanted to use it on Viole, like that man did, to shove it inside him and make him writhe in pleasure. He shouldn’t do it though, he knows it, but Viole isn’t really telling him not to, if you think about it. “Do you use this often?” 

The phrase escaped his mind before he could even realize it. “E-Eh…? Ah, mmm…” Jeez, how insensitive can he get? Poor Viole looks so mortified by his words. But he answers sincerely nonetheless, his pure heart probably not allowing him to lie. So Viole nods twice again, this time slowly, like he is dying from embarrassment. And Wangnan has the urge to give him a tight hug and pet his head, but also to fuck him wildly, all at the same time. It’s so endearing and arousing, like only Viole can be. 

“You must like it a lot then.” He doesn’t know how he is daring to tell Viole all these things, but he likes this too much, seeing the usually stoic boy getting embarrassed. “Let’s make it useful then.” He lends the vibrator to Viole, who takes it without a word but looking clearly confused. “Can you make it wet for me? Use your mouth.” His eyes go to Viole’s quivering little hole and he presses one finger around it, making Viole yelp in surprise. Gosh, he only wants to go down there and lick it all over or stretch it mercilessly with his fingers or, even better, with something else entirely. But he manages to stay calm somehow. He doesn’t want to hurt Viole, after all. “I don’t think it can go in if you don’t do it.” 

Viole seems to hesitate for a while, just looking at that perverted thing in his hands, but then he shuts his eyes and takes out his tongue, starting to dutifully lick the thing all over. The sight makes Wangnan even harder than he already was. “Good boy.” He pets Viole’s head as the boy introduces the thing inside his mouth with some difficulty, and Wangnan can’t help imagining how that small cavern would feel around his own shaft. Jeez, if this goes on he is not going to last long when he is finally inside Viole. Ok, it seems he is totally determined to get inside him, isn’t it? It’s too late to take it all back, anyways, so he might grasp the opportunity as it’s presented so willingly in front of him. 

“…Is this ok?” 

Viole’s breathless voice takes him out of his guilty thoughts. He receives the vibrator from Viole’s hands and examines it. It seems wet enough, right? He is not really sure. He is not a virgin, certainly, but it’s not like he has used this kind of things with anyone else before, let alone on a man. Jeez, he is clearly not worthy of someone like Viole, is he? That man, Jinsung, probably has far more experience than he can even imagine. 

Ok, this is not the time get depressed. Even if he is not worthy of Viole, and exactly because of that, he has to take this opportunity the heavens brought to him. “Well, we will have to find out.” So he spreads Viole’s long legs, finding no resistance whatsoever, and then inspects the little entrance with his fingers. It’s so small he doubts this thing can enter, but he tries pushing the tip in either way. As a result of the sudden intrusion, Viole gasps audibly and his entire body tenses up, before taking a long exhale. “S-Sorry. Did it hurt?” 

“I’m fine… It’s just… I-It’s big.” The low, contained whisper makes Wangnan almost go mad with desire. Without much warning, he pushes the dildo in even further. He is still careful, but manages to take a loud moan out of Viole’s throat nonetheless. Feeling more satisfied now, Wangnan leans over the boy and takes his mouth with his own, breaking apart from time to time to not muffle the exquisite sounds that come out of Viole as the dildo goes deeper in him, but also wanting to be able to keep tasting those addictive lips. “Mr. Wangnan… It feels full.” 

“It’s because it’s all in now.” He kisses the tears of pleasure accumulating in the corners of Viole’s eyes, and then places another kiss on his red cheeks as he moves the dildo inside of Viole slowly. Soft moans come out of him, and they get a little louder when he picks up an adequate pace. “But you can’t say it’s fully in if it’s not fully functional, right?” He whispers those words into Viole’s ear, and sees the boy shiver slightly in response. What a cute reaction. 

So he flips the switch on. The result? It’s like an electric current ran through Viole’s entire body, and now Wangnan can finally hear that wanton moaning he overheard that fatidic night, and the mechanic sound of the vibrator functioning, mixed in between, makes it all the more dirty in Wangnan’s ears. He can make it worse, of course, with his own words. “Here, touch yourself too. And touch me, Viole.” He guides Viole’s hand to their erections, to join Wangnan’s own hand, and Viole quietly complies like the good boy he is. The touch of Viole’s long fingers on his most sensitive skin makes Wangnan’s mind blank. 

And Viole comes undone now too, squirming and moaning a little too loud for their sake. “Shh…” Wangnan muffles the sounds with kisses, as he continues to masturbate both of them with Viole’s assistance. “I love the sounds you make, Viole, but remember the others must not hear us…” 

As Viole shakes his head and bites his lower lip, Wangnan finds himself unable to talk anymore. He is too close to the edge. He can feel Viole is too, precum dripping from both of them, soaking their joined hands with white drops. Wangnan gets up one more level of the vibrator, and that does it: Viole opens his eyes completely as a strong orgasm takes hold of his entire shaking body. The pressure applied by Viole’s hand gripping tightly around his penis, and the enticing image of Viole’s orgasm, make Wangnan lose it too, and his semen gets mixed with Viole’s on top of the boy’s muscular yet slender abdomen. 

After opening his eyes again, Wangnan needs a moment to catch his breath and fix his vision, as so does Viole, apparently. The boy gasps a few times and then curls his body into a ball, as the vibrator slips out of him. The reaction immediately concerns Wangnan. Is he regretting what they just did? Did it hurt him? But, to his surprise, Viole is touching his own entrance, fingers trembling from the aftereffects of his own climax. And then, a soft, pained whisper makes Wangnan suddenly hard again. “It’s not enough… it’s never enough…” 

Feeling totally captivated and probably smiling like an enamored fool, he grabs Viole by the waist and lifts him so he ends up sitting on Wangnan’s lap. Viole seems disoriented, like he is still intoxicated by all the alcohol he drank earlier, but nonetheless allows himself be taken, and then rests his head on Wangnan’s shoulder, still trying to stabilize the rhythm of his breath. “You need something inside so you can come, right, Viole? That’s why you use this thing.” 

His hands cup Viole’s perfect butt and separate its cheeks a bit. Viole shudders slightly, probably feeling Wangnan’s newly-grown erection rubbing between his ass cheeks. “It’s just… without my Master, I get lonely… Both my heart and body feel lonely…” 

Those words light up another flame inside Wangnan, one different from the tenderness this boy normally provokes in him, or the almost feral desire he is been feeling for him too. No, this is completely new. It burns painfully with anger. He soon realizes it’s the flame of jealousy. “Then let me take his place when necessary.” With one arm, he pulls Viole even closer, trapping his body against his own. With his other hand, he grabs Viole’s head, probably yanking his long hair a little in the process, and keeps it in place so he can explore his mouth freely. Even though he looks surprised, the boy doesn’t present any resistance to his actions. “Viole, you don’t know how much I want you…” Wangnan whispers between kisses. It’s like he is devouring Viole’s mouth now. 

He nibbles Viole’s lower lip as he parts from him, and Viole looks completely disheveled: loose long hair slightly knotted, swollen red lips, watery caramel eyes and a chest going up and down, as paused breaths come in and out. His gaze still seems clouded by intoxication (or by desire, Wangnan hopes). It all makes Wangnan almost die inside, his passionate desires consuming him all the way to his bones. So he asks, trying not to sound as pathetic as he thinks he is being. “Let me come inside you, Viole. Please, it’s all I want now.” 

“But… My Master won’t like something like that…” Well, at least he didn’t say I don’t want you, go away, perverted beast. That means something, right? That means he doesn’t have zero chance, at least. 

Nonetheless, the red-light district prince silences him with a short peck on the lips. His voice is a low, needy whisper as he keeps talking, while his own mouth is grazing against Viole’s. “But he doesn’t need to know, and if he does get to know somehow, you can use it at your advantage, like when you talked about that other guy you like to get him jealous.” He knows he sounds desperate, trying to lure Viole into something like this with those kinds of arguments, the ones that make him even more jealous. “I just want, no, I need to be inside of you right now. You feel it, right? My erection against your skin.” Viole closes his eyes tightly, and nods frenetically. “Then say it, Viole. Say you allow me to go inside you.” 

Because not even in dreams would he want to defile this pure creature, he needs to know it is ok. So he waits, biting away the impulse of pushing Viole down and just fuck him already. And when Viole’s low whisper of “Ok…” reaches his ears, Wangnan doesn’t need any more words. He grabs the boy’s hips and lets them down on top of his penis, entering him slowly. The sensation is so overwhelming Wangnan has to remember how to breathe. It feels like Heaven, to be squished like this by Viole’s tight inner walls. Like heavenly torture, because he knows he has to drop Viole slowly on top of him so he does not hurt him, but in reality he only wants to start thrusting upwards like there is no tomorrow. And it might be no tomorrow: it’s an event that would never repeat itself, after all. 

Instead of acting like an animal, as his instincts are telling him to do, he takes a moment to study Viole’s reactions, how he flinched at the sudden intrusion, and then tries to relax against Wangnan’s shoulder. His pained, yet somehow pleasured breath bathes Wangnan’s left ear. The sigh almost sounds relieved. So he takes that as a sign that he can move, at least a little. He thrusts up his hips, meeting with Viole’s and taking out a repressed moan out of him. 

“…It looks like you love this, being done by another man.” He grabs those hips firmly and moves Viole’s body on top of his lap. The sensation of his own dick moving inside the slayer candidate makes him afraid he might lose control entirely. The quiet, delicious moans against his ear don’t help at all either. It’s hard for Wangnan to talk, but he does so nonetheless. He can’t help it, and he doesn’t know why. “You like having hard… things shoved inside you, right?” 

“A-Ahhh! Stop… S-Stop asking those things…” Well, it seems it’s even harder for Viole to speak. It must be hard to try to suppress every sound when you have a dick in your ass. But that’s no good. He wants to hear everything Viole has to offer him, every little pant, every loud whine. 

So he tightens his grip and tries to pick up the pace, as a notoriously surprised gasp comes out of the slayer candidate. “Oh, you don’t know how amazing you feel around my shaft…” He has to take in a deep breath, after a long groan, but he keeps speaking nonetheless, ignoring Viole’s recent pleads. “…Doing you is like a dream come true…” It literally is. How many times has he dreamt about this? Too many to count. And now he has Viole squirming in his arms, against his chest and shoulder blade, panting in his ear. “You like it too, right? Say it.” 

He tries to sound commanding, like that man did, but he doesn’t know if he succeeded. Apparently he did, as Viole’s body is overwhelmed by a noticeable shudder. Maybe it’s not so difficult when your voice is charged by deep, dark desires, as it is, more and more each second. “But…” Viole’s voice comes out quiet, as he is still trying to contain it. “But I don’t… Master won’t like this… I’m sorry, Master…” 

A lone tear crosses his red-colored cheek, and Wangnan snaps. He pushes Viole onto the bed, maneuvers Viole’s long legs so they rest on top of his shoulders and starts riding him, thrusting inside more aggressively, like he is trying to bury himself deep inside Viole and thus marking him as his own. In turn, Viole’s moans get louder, and he tries to muffle them with his hands. That doesn’t please Wangnan at all, so he grabs Viole’s arms and pushes them onto the bed too. A whimper escapes Viole, as he bites his own lips in a final attempt to silence himself. 

“But you are weak against pleasure, and more importantly, you are weak against loneliness! That’s why…!” After the first words came out in a string of an angry voice, he has to pause to be able to say one last thing, not stopping the movement of his hips. How is it that his voice comes out unshaken now? “That’s why you let me do you now… because you are lonely.” 

“My Master can’t stay with me every day… Ahhh! M-Mr. Khun can’t be by my side either… I-I want them with me… Ahhh!!” Viole has to take a moment to collect himself, as he lets out some more pained yet pleasured moans before he is able to speak again. Upon seeing this, Wangnan stops moving for a second in order to letting him finish his thoughts, eager to hear them even if they might drive him crazy with envy. “If my Master can’t stay with me, at least I want to go back to Mr. Khun, to them... I want to be with everyone again…” 

More tears fall across those flushed cheeks, as Viole lets his lonely feelings pour out. But Wangnan is too intoxicated now, too drown in pure animalistic desire. So he devours those lips again, and then looks directly into those now half open honey eyes. “I know I said I will return you to your old team, but… the truth is…” A deep groan, mixed in between Viole’s ragged breath and his own, as he starts moving again, slowly this time. “I want to have you in my bed every night. Unlike your Master, I would try to keep your heart warm every second. And this delicious body you have… I would make good use of it every night, as you would want him to do.” 

Viole closes his eyes, probably picturing the face of another man. A seductive whisper comes out of those appetizing lips. “Yes, I like it… I like when my Master uses me however he wants...” Then he opens his eyes again, and they are completely clean of malice, filled with determination and purity. “But you are not him, Mr. Wangnan, neither are you Mr. Khun. I am sorry.” He manages to say, voice firm and crystal clear, as Wangnan stops his movement again in order to listen. He regrets doing so immediately. He wanted to live this dream a little longer, not face the harsh reality: Viole doesn’t want him the way Wangnan wants him. 

“I won’t let you go. I will make you mine.” Wangnan lets out, as he thrusts in once again, roughly this time, and the boy yelps underneath him. He caught a glimpse of fear on those honey gold eyes, but he doesn’t stop, he can’t. It’s like someone else has taken control over his body and mind, a dark shadow that has lurked inside his heart through all of these months. So without regret, he takes Viole’s arms and wraps them around his shoulders. “Don’t clench at the sheets. Wrap your arms around me, like this.” His voice doesn’t even sound like his own anymore. It’s a strange mix between cold and unfeeling, but also ardent with longing and passion. Whose voice is this? “Scratch my back if you need to. That way I’ll have proof I had you tonight, even if this never repeats.” 

“Mr. Wangnan…?” It seems Viole has also noticed there is something strange going on, but can’t determine what. But Wangnan can. His mind is drifting away, it has melt in his desires and made way to another will that rested inside of him. And as he keeps pushing himself onto Viole, he can see his own unknown expression reflected in those clear eyes, as something akin to compassion emerges in those ponds of gold. 



“…E-Eh?” 

Wangnan suddenly wakes up, an unknown roof in front of his eyes. He feels incredibly disoriented as he sits up, noticing he is lying on a soft couch. The sound of water running in the bathroom of this hotel room confuses him even more. Where is he? Then he sees clothes lying on the bed, clothes he can recognize anywhere. Those are… FUG clothes. 

Did I fall asleep in Viole’s room!? He panics internally, trying not to make much noise so Viole doesn’t notice him here. He must have seen him already though, since he already got up and is taking a shower right now. What happened? He remembers lots of things, and each further memory makes him feel guiltier and also hornier than the last one. 

I carried him on my back into this room, after meeting with Yihwa on the recreation room. Then I left him on his bed and… I do remember kissing him. That was real. He traces his own lips, remembering the soft texture of that mouth, the sweet taste. Then… yeah, I remember thinking about going further and then backing down. I sat here, thinking I would need to jerk off in the bathroom, but probably fell asleep without doing anything. So everything else I remember was a dream!? A wet dream at that. Another one. 

Of course it was a dream. Neither his penis nor the vibrator could have entered Viole that easily without loosing him up with actual lube beforehand. Spit isn’t as effective as his mind makes it seem. Though it wasn’t the same kind of dream he has been having for the past few months. No. This one was more serious, more painful, and more concerning. He actually kind of forced Viole into having sex with him, even if it was in dreams. And that will he felt getting hold of his own mind and body… what was it? Everything about it was strange and new, and somewhat… terrifying. He doesn’t remember it clearly though, not like he does remember the made up, but almost religiously great feeling of being inside Viole. 

He shakes his head, trying to shake off the thoughts at the same time. He peeks through the elastic of his pants and discovers his underwear is a sticky mess. He had come in his pants while dreaming, and is still a little hard. This is so fricking embarrassing. He can’t let Viole see him like this. He looks around. The water is still running in the bathroom. He needs to get out of here immediately, but the frustration he feels is stronger and distracts him from clear thinking. Dear lord, that was my only chance! Viole was so responsive to the kiss, no wonder my more assertive dream self did take the opportunity! How could I waste it like that!? B-but I couldn’t take advantage of his inebriated state, it would have been almost like rape. It would have been rape, period. I would never do that to Viole. To anyone, in fact. 

But he couldn’t help his dreams torturing him and revealing his true desires. Stupid brain. For the past months, he has been having at least one wet dream about Viole per week. And now that he kissed him, it will be worse, he is sure of it. He already had that dreadful feeling of being drown in lust and jealousy. It really feels like Viole is some kind of incubus, haunting his dreams and dragging him further down to Hell with the sinful desires he provokes in Wangnan. 

He has to get over this, whatever it takes. He might have said those possessive things in his dream, but he genuinely wants Viole to be happy, and that is clearly at his old team’s side. Soon Viole will return with his real team either way, and then maybe Wangnan will be able to forget. It will be a long road, though. 

“What’s the matter, Mr. Wangnan?” He almost jumps out of the couch when Viole appears suddenly by his side. To Wangnan’s dismay, he has his long hair untied and still wet, and is only wearing some black pants. Jeez, aside from almost giving him a heart attack, he also has to expose himself in front of him like this? He tries hard not to stare too much, specifically avoiding those pink nipples, hard from the cold, and the slender waist. “Mr. Wangnan?” The slayer candidate repeats, his voice softer and clearer. 



“Ah, sorry I ended up sleeping on your couch.” It’s the only thing he manages to think of saying. Good job, Wangnan. Well, Viole surely doesn’t know he was kissed while he was sleeping, and definitely doesn’t know about Wangnan’s wet dream with him, so he is right in chewing off his urge to apologize repeatedly. 

“No, thank you for carrying me here. You carried me, right? The last thing I remember is passing out with Prince trying to hug me in his sleep.” 

Yeah, Wangnan remembers finding him in a situation like that. I feel you, Prince. “So you don’t remember anything else?” 

Viole seems a little confused, and Wangnan’s heart warms up when he tilts his head to the side, looking so innocent. “Should I remember something else? Did I do something while I was asleep?” 

That sentence sets an alarm in Wangnan’s brain. Viole really doesn’t remember. Get out of that topic, now. “No, no, nothing happened.” What should he say to distract Viole? Oh, right. “By the way, are you feeling alright? You did drink until you passed out, didn’t you? You don’t have a terrible headache, or feel sore or anything?” 

“Eh? No, I feel alright. Thankfully I don’t get headaches for drinking too much.” Well, isn’t he blessed by the gods? Not only he is incredibly powerful and cute (and sexy), he also doesn’t feel bad after a drinking party. That’s some superpower there. “My Master always complained about it, since he does get headaches, and I had to take care of him.” 

“Ah…” Wangnan swallows slowly at the mental image that phrase summons: Viole taking care of that older man, like he was his husband. He clears his throat loudly, hoping the gesture will clear his mind too. “I didn’t drink, so I’m alright too, but I suggest you don’t tell the others about this superpower of yours.” Viole seems to not understand, so he explains further. “Everyone will feel bad or get upset if they know you are the only one who doesn’t feel like crap after last night.” 

“Ah! I understand. That’s true, I shall not say anything then.” 

“Good.” They stay silent for a few seconds, and strangely enough, it doesn’t feel tense at all. In fact, Wangnan feels so at ease that he doesn’t notice what he is saying until it leaves his mouth. Neither does he notice he is patting Viole’s head. “I will get you back to your team, I promise.” 

When he hears what he said, he stays frozen in place. Wait for Viole’s reaction; that’s the only thing he can do now. The slayer candidate is still silent, staring at him with his huge eyes, half-covered by those long bangs. “…Thanks, Mr. Wangnan.” Viole’s voice sounds tender and calm, as he leans to the touch a little and closes his eyes completely. A small, serene smile comes to his lips, breaking his usual serious slayer candidate expression. It’s so beautiful Wangnan can’t help get hypnotized by the bright image in front of him. He can’t believe this is the same boy he initially thought was like a devil, defeating his enemies with great ease. Wangnan knows now he is no devil, no monster. Viole has the pure smile of an angel, and he can’t wait to see it get even wider, even brighter. 

But he has to react. He abruptly gets his hand away from Viole’s hair, taking him by surprise. He stands up and drags his feet to the door. Damn, he really has to forget these warm feelings he gets when he is with Viole. He hears the other boy calling out his name. “Let’s go see how the others are. I’m kind of concerned, especially about Prince. He is a kid, you know? He shouldn’t have drink alcohol at all.” He tries his hardest to keep his head cold, as he dares to turn back to see Viole again. “Are you coming with me?” 

“Yes!” He smiles again, and Wangnan has to look away quickly as he leaves the room, with Viole behind him. That smile is too much for him, especially since he is not used to seeing it at all. A pure-hearted smile, oblivious to Wangnan’s lustful dreams, to the kiss he gave him last night, to the warm feelings inside Wangnan’s chest, and obviously, to the dark feelings too, those which lurk deeply enclosed in his mind. And it has to continue being like that. It’s not like Wangnan feels something special for Viole, like love or something. He doesn’t, right? This sudden jealousy he felt doesn’t mean anything. It’s just Viole ended up being much cuter than he had expected, and he had the misfortune of seeing him being sexy too. No wonder he is confused. But Viole doesn’t have to know that. As his friend, Wangnan needs to help him get back to the people he really loves. 

Because that timid smile, which he seldom comes across, deserves the best in the world.


-END of CHAPTER 3-