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sapphoatsunsetTitle: Sacrifice a Lamb, but it Won’t Change Things
Author: beililee
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Shiwon X Kibum, Shiwon X Shiwon
Disclaimer: Don’t own
Prompt: #100 - Regrets (34 of 100)
Series: Even Good Can Be Twisted Into Evil
Word Count: 936
Warnings: religious!sex, Reverse Prayer, bondage, asphyxiation, violence, mental abuse, broken!Super Junior
Previous Chapters: Try Your Hardest and Leave the Rest to God || Through the Valley of the Shadow of Death || A Mass of Nerves || Misunderstandings and Comfort || Hellfire and Brimstone || Belief || Hubris
A/N: 100 Fic Archive
He opened the door slowly, control evident as he proved a point to the still watching Yesung; what point exactly, beyond the obvious back-the-hell-off, neither was sure, but it was received, signed, sealed, and delivered. Then, Shiwon was stepping through the doorway, eager to begin Kibum’s final battle before the breakdown.
“You know Kibum,” he said as he became visible to the younger boy, “you really shouldn’t have drug Eunhyuk-hyung into this. I don’t think he’ll ever forgive you for the pain you’ve caused him. But maybe if you do penance, it might put you right in the eyes of God once more.”
Kibum was confused. Eunhyuk was fine, wasn’t he? Shiwon saw the fear, the concern, the confusion, all the emotions swirling in the younger’s eyes and smirked, snorted.
“No Kibummie,” he drawled, deceptively sweet, “Eunhyuk is not okay. He has received a taste of hell at the hands of God. The fire and flames lick up skin painfully as it melts like ice cream in the desert.”
Kibum wanted to fly out the room and see for himself that his hyung was okay, but he was stopped by the elder’s voice. “You wouldn’t want him to be in more pain, would you? Besides, he doesn’t want to see you now. Go check if you want, but he’ll call you vermin, because that is what you are. Pathetic. Worthless. And mine. I told you that you’re mine, didn’t I? I’m pretty sure I made that fucking clear! You’ll have to pay for that too. But first, your penance for ruining Eunhyuk’s life.”
Shiwon stepped further into the room, walking to the dresser, and rummaging in Kibum’s drawers until he found something to suit his purpose: neckties.
“Kneel. Now.” He waited for the command to register in the fearful eyes. “Don’t make me force you.” The tone was both impatient and menacing as Kibum dropped to his knees before his elder.
“I contemplated binding you in prayer, but soon realized that your hands would be in the way. We can’t have that. I supposed I could chop them off.” He chuckled evilly at the look that crossed Kibum’s face.
“But you do have such beautiful hands, and beauty should be cherished. Thus, we will try the reverse, your hands behind you back in prayer, and all problems are solved.” He grasped the younger’s hands, pulling them behind his back, forcing the palms together, turned up between his shoulder blades in prayer, before binding the hands together tightly, smirking at the slight arch it caused in Kibum’s back.
“You look so sexy like this. Eunhyuk would be jealous, and mad. Mad that he had the pain while you had, well this. That’s why I’m going to help his soul receive your penance.” Kibum didn’t know why Shiwon thought he was God, but that didn’t matter. This would be the last encounter like this, if it killed him. Then thoughts were pushed aside as a fist met his gut, the force of maintained muscles pushing the air suddenly from his lungs and he gasped in pain and from the unexpected lightheadedness.
Hands linked themselves around his throat and his pained hole – pained from previous poundings – was breeched harshly; not given time to adjust, he was repeatedly thrust into, the dry heat arousing Shiwon further, a dry heat that eventually became wet with red, the muscles splitting around the force. His airway was cut off, bruising fingers controlling his breathe, and he cried out voicelessly, tears making their jagged way down his cheeks.
Then, as Kibum, bound beneath him, knelt there, spirit broken, Shiwon came on a mocking chuckles, squeezing harder as the younger grew pale and began to see black spots behind his eyes. Shiwon untied him and left, the words “Eunhyuk still won’t forgive you, and you’re still mine, all mine” echoing long after he had gone.
But, Kibum isn’t one to give up so easily, and he only chose this next extreme to protect his friends, his family of band mates. Packing one suitcase, he picked out the most mundane, average clothes and shoes that he could find. He found his wallet, counted the money and decided it was enough until he found a steady job. And then he left in the dead of the night, a note the last communication.
I’m sorry. I couldn’t stay any longer. I’m endangering people I love, and being abused by those I don’t. I can’t do this anymore. Don’t worry about me. I am still alive. I would NEVER do THAT! But, I’m never coming back either and I regret to say that this is goodbye. Sorry that I didn’t say it in person, but I could run the risk of him stopping me.
~Kim Kibum
Shiwon was shocked when he read the note, shocked more by his gut reaction of pain and longing than by the actual contents, not that they didn’t surprise him either. He must have really hurt his dongsaeng because Kibum wasn’t the type to run from his troubles. Shiwon cried that night, and every night for a long time after, wishing and regretting, until he realized that Kibum meant what he had said, every word.
Super Junior wasn’t the same without him, Shiwon wasn’t the same without him, one for the worse, one for the better as he tried to become something that his love could be proud of and hopefully return to someday, though he had killed his hopes on the night of hellfire and brimstone, on the night of the sacrificial lamb. Once you sacrifice a lamb, it is gone forever. Forever.
~THE END~ <3
Author: beililee
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Shiwon X Kibum, Shiwon X Shiwon
Disclaimer: Don’t own
Prompt: #100 - Regrets (34 of 100)
Series: Even Good Can Be Twisted Into Evil
Word Count: 936
Warnings: religious!sex, Reverse Prayer, bondage, asphyxiation, violence, mental abuse, broken!Super Junior
Previous Chapters: Try Your Hardest and Leave the Rest to God || Through the Valley of the Shadow of Death || A Mass of Nerves || Misunderstandings and Comfort || Hellfire and Brimstone || Belief || Hubris
A/N: 100 Fic Archive
He opened the door slowly, control evident as he proved a point to the still watching Yesung; what point exactly, beyond the obvious back-the-hell-off, neither was sure, but it was received, signed, sealed, and delivered. Then, Shiwon was stepping through the doorway, eager to begin Kibum’s final battle before the breakdown.
“You know Kibum,” he said as he became visible to the younger boy, “you really shouldn’t have drug Eunhyuk-hyung into this. I don’t think he’ll ever forgive you for the pain you’ve caused him. But maybe if you do penance, it might put you right in the eyes of God once more.”
Kibum was confused. Eunhyuk was fine, wasn’t he? Shiwon saw the fear, the concern, the confusion, all the emotions swirling in the younger’s eyes and smirked, snorted.
“No Kibummie,” he drawled, deceptively sweet, “Eunhyuk is not okay. He has received a taste of hell at the hands of God. The fire and flames lick up skin painfully as it melts like ice cream in the desert.”
Kibum wanted to fly out the room and see for himself that his hyung was okay, but he was stopped by the elder’s voice. “You wouldn’t want him to be in more pain, would you? Besides, he doesn’t want to see you now. Go check if you want, but he’ll call you vermin, because that is what you are. Pathetic. Worthless. And mine. I told you that you’re mine, didn’t I? I’m pretty sure I made that fucking clear! You’ll have to pay for that too. But first, your penance for ruining Eunhyuk’s life.”
Shiwon stepped further into the room, walking to the dresser, and rummaging in Kibum’s drawers until he found something to suit his purpose: neckties.
“Kneel. Now.” He waited for the command to register in the fearful eyes. “Don’t make me force you.” The tone was both impatient and menacing as Kibum dropped to his knees before his elder.
“I contemplated binding you in prayer, but soon realized that your hands would be in the way. We can’t have that. I supposed I could chop them off.” He chuckled evilly at the look that crossed Kibum’s face.
“But you do have such beautiful hands, and beauty should be cherished. Thus, we will try the reverse, your hands behind you back in prayer, and all problems are solved.” He grasped the younger’s hands, pulling them behind his back, forcing the palms together, turned up between his shoulder blades in prayer, before binding the hands together tightly, smirking at the slight arch it caused in Kibum’s back.
“You look so sexy like this. Eunhyuk would be jealous, and mad. Mad that he had the pain while you had, well this. That’s why I’m going to help his soul receive your penance.” Kibum didn’t know why Shiwon thought he was God, but that didn’t matter. This would be the last encounter like this, if it killed him. Then thoughts were pushed aside as a fist met his gut, the force of maintained muscles pushing the air suddenly from his lungs and he gasped in pain and from the unexpected lightheadedness.
Hands linked themselves around his throat and his pained hole – pained from previous poundings – was breeched harshly; not given time to adjust, he was repeatedly thrust into, the dry heat arousing Shiwon further, a dry heat that eventually became wet with red, the muscles splitting around the force. His airway was cut off, bruising fingers controlling his breathe, and he cried out voicelessly, tears making their jagged way down his cheeks.
Then, as Kibum, bound beneath him, knelt there, spirit broken, Shiwon came on a mocking chuckles, squeezing harder as the younger grew pale and began to see black spots behind his eyes. Shiwon untied him and left, the words “Eunhyuk still won’t forgive you, and you’re still mine, all mine” echoing long after he had gone.
But, Kibum isn’t one to give up so easily, and he only chose this next extreme to protect his friends, his family of band mates. Packing one suitcase, he picked out the most mundane, average clothes and shoes that he could find. He found his wallet, counted the money and decided it was enough until he found a steady job. And then he left in the dead of the night, a note the last communication.
I’m sorry. I couldn’t stay any longer. I’m endangering people I love, and being abused by those I don’t. I can’t do this anymore. Don’t worry about me. I am still alive. I would NEVER do THAT! But, I’m never coming back either and I regret to say that this is goodbye. Sorry that I didn’t say it in person, but I could run the risk of him stopping me.
~Kim Kibum
Shiwon was shocked when he read the note, shocked more by his gut reaction of pain and longing than by the actual contents, not that they didn’t surprise him either. He must have really hurt his dongsaeng because Kibum wasn’t the type to run from his troubles. Shiwon cried that night, and every night for a long time after, wishing and regretting, until he realized that Kibum meant what he had said, every word.
Super Junior wasn’t the same without him, Shiwon wasn’t the same without him, one for the worse, one for the better as he tried to become something that his love could be proud of and hopefully return to someday, though he had killed his hopes on the night of hellfire and brimstone, on the night of the sacrificial lamb. Once you sacrifice a lamb, it is gone forever. Forever.
~THE END~ <3
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Date: 2008-06-01 04:44 pm (UTC)glad you liked it ^^ <3