The Path to 'The End' 5
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sapphoatsunsetTitle: The Path to ‘The End’
Author: Beililee @beililee
Word Count: 694 (this chapter)
Pairings: Eunhyuk x Changmin, Eunhyuk x Donghae (overall)
Chapter: 5/6 or 7 (i think)
Warnings: evil!Changmin, violent-evil sex
Rating: NC-17 for violence and sex paired
Author's note: requested byqueen_eddie , inspired by this clip.
Not the same asshieldkitten 's story line.
This is a multi-chaptered fic.
Prologue || Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 and Chapter 4
Chapter 5:
Author: Beililee @
beililee Word Count: 694 (this chapter)
Pairings: Eunhyuk x Changmin, Eunhyuk x Donghae (overall)
Chapter: 5/6 or 7 (i think)
Warnings: evil!Changmin, violent-evil sex
Rating: NC-17 for violence and sex paired
Author's note: requested by
queen_eddie , inspired by this clip.Not the same as
shieldkitten 's story line. This is a multi-chaptered fic.
Prologue || Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 and Chapter 4
Chapter 5:
Donghae fretted all night long, crying, his sheets wet with pain. And he didn’t even know the worst of it.
---~~~---
Eunhyuk was in bliss; Changmin was everything he had dreamed of and more. They had only just begun to kiss, and yet the older was hard, very hard. It would be hard to keep a lock on his control and survive long enough to make this worthwhile.
Soft lips caressed his, warm, moist, a tongue sneaking out to trace his bottom lip before thrusting into the equally wet and warm caverns of his mouth. Their tongues twisted, tangled, danced, teased, enticing more, growing their respective arousals furthers.
Eunhyuk’s mind would normally be prompting him on which steps to take, on where it wanted the both of them to end up and how to get there; at least that had always been the case before now, before him. At the moment he was helpless to do more than moan, and, shockingly, whimper, into the mouth of the other.
Changmin’s lips smirked against his, a fleeting action that he quickly suppressed as he planned where he wanted them to end up, and how they would get there.
It was clear who was in control.
Changmin lifted Hyuk’s shirt, removing it, and gazing at the older, before lowering his head to lave a nipple with his tongue until it hardened. When both were hard he started kissing a trail down the older’s chest, tickling the latter’s bellybutton with his tongue, before using his oh-so-skilled mouth to undo Hyuk’s pants and pull them, along with the boxers, down to the floor.
He feigned awe at the latter’s size, smirking mentally at the blush he received, before tonguing the tip, tasting the wetness that had prematurely leaked.
Then suddenly he was flipping Eunhyuk over, raising the older’s ass in the air and shoving his head to the ground. “I fucking hate you, you know that?” he said as he unbuckled, unzipped, and pulled out his cock, hardened solely by the anticipation of the other’s coming pain. “You better scream in pain, or a will make sure you do.”
With that Changmin dryly, roughly, cruelly thrust into the other’s tight virginal hole – Eunhyuk had previously always been the top – and the older was drug out of his lovestruck daze as the pain swept through him. Biting his lip to keep silent, he unknowingly made it worse because he hadn’t heard the younger’s words of malice.
Changmin smiled evilly and thrust harder and faster into the older, blood lubricating the pathway, and starting punching the other, saying “you thought I actually cared about you, didn’t you. You are so stupid. In Japan we call that baka.” He started emphasizing each thrust with a punch to Eunhyuk’s face, and the uttering of the word baka.
Eunhyuk started to cry, and yet there still existed a part of him that wanted this coupling, wanted Changmin in whatever way he could have him.
His cries were not enough. Taking a cigarette, a cigarette that he wasn’t supposed to have – but what did Changmin care? Rules were meant to be broken – he lit the end, and used it to punctuate each thrust, each in, each one rougher, harder, faster, meaner than the last. As red welts and tortured screams rose up, the younger smiled in glee. “I like you like this, in pain, pain caused by me.”
Eunhyuk almost wept for joy, until he realized that the phrase hadn’t stopped at “I like you.”
The voice continued, menacing, and Eunhyuk wished he could imagine it to be anyone but his beloved Changmin; but he couldn’t. “I like you like this, broken, screaming, crying, less than a man. Like this, I made you mine. No one else will have you like this, not even that adoring fool that follows you hither and thither. When you are broken, you are mine. My fool.”
All Hyuk could do was nod through the screams, and hope, hope beyond hope, that Changmin would run out of cigarettes.
The Path to ‘The End’ twisted, took a detour, and now, maybe now Hyuk would see the right way after all.
---~~~---
Eunhyuk was in bliss; Changmin was everything he had dreamed of and more. They had only just begun to kiss, and yet the older was hard, very hard. It would be hard to keep a lock on his control and survive long enough to make this worthwhile.
Soft lips caressed his, warm, moist, a tongue sneaking out to trace his bottom lip before thrusting into the equally wet and warm caverns of his mouth. Their tongues twisted, tangled, danced, teased, enticing more, growing their respective arousals furthers.
Eunhyuk’s mind would normally be prompting him on which steps to take, on where it wanted the both of them to end up and how to get there; at least that had always been the case before now, before him. At the moment he was helpless to do more than moan, and, shockingly, whimper, into the mouth of the other.
Changmin’s lips smirked against his, a fleeting action that he quickly suppressed as he planned where he wanted them to end up, and how they would get there.
It was clear who was in control.
Changmin lifted Hyuk’s shirt, removing it, and gazing at the older, before lowering his head to lave a nipple with his tongue until it hardened. When both were hard he started kissing a trail down the older’s chest, tickling the latter’s bellybutton with his tongue, before using his oh-so-skilled mouth to undo Hyuk’s pants and pull them, along with the boxers, down to the floor.
He feigned awe at the latter’s size, smirking mentally at the blush he received, before tonguing the tip, tasting the wetness that had prematurely leaked.
Then suddenly he was flipping Eunhyuk over, raising the older’s ass in the air and shoving his head to the ground. “I fucking hate you, you know that?” he said as he unbuckled, unzipped, and pulled out his cock, hardened solely by the anticipation of the other’s coming pain. “You better scream in pain, or a will make sure you do.”
With that Changmin dryly, roughly, cruelly thrust into the other’s tight virginal hole – Eunhyuk had previously always been the top – and the older was drug out of his lovestruck daze as the pain swept through him. Biting his lip to keep silent, he unknowingly made it worse because he hadn’t heard the younger’s words of malice.
Changmin smiled evilly and thrust harder and faster into the older, blood lubricating the pathway, and starting punching the other, saying “you thought I actually cared about you, didn’t you. You are so stupid. In Japan we call that baka.” He started emphasizing each thrust with a punch to Eunhyuk’s face, and the uttering of the word baka.
Eunhyuk started to cry, and yet there still existed a part of him that wanted this coupling, wanted Changmin in whatever way he could have him.
His cries were not enough. Taking a cigarette, a cigarette that he wasn’t supposed to have – but what did Changmin care? Rules were meant to be broken – he lit the end, and used it to punctuate each thrust, each in, each one rougher, harder, faster, meaner than the last. As red welts and tortured screams rose up, the younger smiled in glee. “I like you like this, in pain, pain caused by me.”
Eunhyuk almost wept for joy, until he realized that the phrase hadn’t stopped at “I like you.”
The voice continued, menacing, and Eunhyuk wished he could imagine it to be anyone but his beloved Changmin; but he couldn’t. “I like you like this, broken, screaming, crying, less than a man. Like this, I made you mine. No one else will have you like this, not even that adoring fool that follows you hither and thither. When you are broken, you are mine. My fool.”
All Hyuk could do was nod through the screams, and hope, hope beyond hope, that Changmin would run out of cigarettes.
The Path to ‘The End’ twisted, took a detour, and now, maybe now Hyuk would see the right way after all.
