"It will. Tae, I-- I love you." While he had time to say it, it seemed smart to say it. He turned his head, the love clear in his eyes. And the fear, obviously. "And don't blame yourself. I wanted to come." He knew that Tae would be tormenting himself and it just didn't seem fair. Whatever happened next, as always with them, they were in it together.

Ten dropped back onto the floor, coughing and spluttering as come dripped down his face. He raised his hand and tried to get rid of it, wishing for the way Hobi would gently use his mouth, only going hard when they were both really into it. God, the back of his throat felt bruised - Cheon really was a pig.

Staggering up onto his feet, Ten looked at Cheon and then looked over his shoulder. So what if he was pathetic? He was trapped in a nightmare. "Don't leave me alone." He didn't want to be the first one the gangsters saw if they came here. Reaching out, he grabbed a hold of Cheon's shirt and closed his eyes, just trying to breath. "Please, do you ... why do you have to hurt them?"