powerboys | I'm kinda sick

"Not a chance. Sorry. Boss should be down any minute. I could get you a drink?" Minjun wasn't really sure what to do either, but they had been told to fetch and give over and here they were at the give over part of the day. He headed for the bar, adjusting the handcuffs that were dangling a little. "What do you drink?"

He could pass the time for Ten, at least. "You should play a game with me. Cards. I'm no tazza, so it's all fair."

"Vodka." Ten ordered as he leaned on the counter, hoping to get pissed nice and quickly. He sighed and gave Minjun a look, watching Gyungho wander off to whisper to some guy and gesture at Ten. Oh yeah, he was getting Cheon. Damn it. Maybe after he and Cheon had words, hopefully just words, he could sneak out again. He needed new places to go, places that they wouldn't check.

"Your friend is the tazza, right? You're just the numbers guy." Ten found it interesting, they were a weird pair of friends. "I'm really shit at cards."

"Yeah, Gyungho is the best. You should watch him some time, he's better than this place deserves. Sometimes he gets lazy, just so see if someone will catch on. They never do." Minjun loved watching for many reasons. Some of them as transparent as the reasons women had to like spending time here, but hey. He could think his straight friend was hot, there was no law against it.

"I could count cards. I did that for a while actually, that's how I met Gyungho. But it's not that much fun for me." Minjun shrugged his shoulders. "I don't have the poker face anyway." He reached up, framing his face with his hands. "What you see is what you get."

"I know, I can tell. You're too honest." Ten could see it in his face, he gave in too swiftly, he meant to well and he was basically doomed if he didn't find his niche and survive. He reached out and petted Minjun's face before dropping his hand and picking up his drink. "I haven't worked out if that's good or bad yet."

He knocked back a few gulps of his drink and winced at how it burned his throat. He eyed up Minjun and set the glass down. "Still haven't worked out if you're good or bad yet either. I'll keep pondering, cutie."

"Tell me when you find out. I haven't made up my mind yet." Minjun turned around in the stool, leaning a little closer to Ten. Of course, he was careful not to lean too close. "Do you know the feeling when you don't know if you want to burn everything or run everything?" He bit down on his lower lip, giving a shake of his head.

"Whatever it is. I'll make sure you're not tied to the tracks this time. Even if I have to tie you to my bed instead."

"You fucking wish. I'm gonna be tied to his bed, not yours. Get your head out of the clouds before you get your dick cut off, dumb boy." Ten got that feeling, he felt like that sometimes but mostly, he liked to live and he liked to be comfortable. He'd rather find reasons to like and tolerate Cheon than really pick a fight with him.

He had no desire to die so young. And he didn't want to get anyone else killed either. "There's a lot of single boys in the world. Stop chasing what you can't have."

"Never my head. My head is good with numbers. It's my heart doing the flying." Minjun slid a hand under his shirt to simulate a heart beating, smirking at Ten. "But my head is still there too. Never forget, I'm calculating."

He might have said more, but Cheon walked in and so he got up to bow properly. Cheon stopped next to Ten, silent as he looked at him, waiting for whatever he was apparently after.

Ten distances himself from Minjun very swiftly for the dumb boy's sake and met Cheon's eyes, not sure what he wanted him to do. He was in a room full of people so offering to suck his dick and call it even probably wasn't the best move he could make right now. Ten sheepishly smiled and tried his best to seem naive and charming.

"Hey, handsome, I missed you." Ten hoped Cheon was just going to agree and then he could go upstairs, shower and plot his next escape.

"Funny." Cheon left it at that, looking Ten over. Then he suddenly slapped him, obviously not caring that they were in a room full of people. Minjun jumped, but resisted the urge to do something. Instead he looked down, counting in his head. Now he wished he had left sooner.

"Do you know how to apologise?"

Ow. Ten raised his hand and rubbed his cheek, wishing Cheon would do this away from people. He really didn't want people watching this, it was embarrassing. "I just needed some air... I'm sorry." Ten bowed his head and then looked back up, trying his best not to piss him off any further. "I came back willing... it was boring is all. Sorry."

"He did come back willingly," Minjun hastened to say, but Cheon didn't even look at him right now. He just grabbed Ten by the hair and then forced him down on his knees, hissing at him.

"You disrespect me. If you won't show me the respect I deserve, why should I keep treating you well, huh? You got an answer for that too, smart mouth?"

"Ah! Fuck, Cheon!" Ten dropped to his knees forcefully and winced, lowering his head apologetically. "I said I was sorry! I'm sorry! I'm really, really sorry!" Was it too late to beg? Fuck no. He was going to try because what else did he have to add? His only option was to beg and hope for the best.

"Cheon, baby, please. I respect you, promise! I got restless. I'm stupid like that." If he was stupid and pathetic, maybe he'd get a pass. "I'll make it up to you."

"You're giving everyone a show, boss." Minjun kept his voice very, very low, but Cheon heard him anyway and he noted some of the smirks on the faces of the men watching. Fair enough.

He nodded and gestured to Ten. "Get up. You look pathetic. We'll talk upstairs."

Generally speaking, he wasn't that generous with sharing any bit of Ten. Including his begging.

Ten looked around the room and then swiftly got to his feet, anxious and pretty ashamed cause this fucking sucked. He never used to even get spoken to badly when his father was running this part of Seoul. He fucking hated all of this. "I'm coming, sorry."

Looking back at Minjun, he wanted to say something or acknowledge what he did but he just couldn't. He looked at him for a few moments before hurrying along after Cheon.

"I'll be good, Cheon. I really, really will this time." Well. Probably not. He couldn't help it.

"Sure you will. You know who runs away that way? Prisoners. Do you want me to treat you like that? I give you too much freedom." Cheon closed the door behind them, looking Ten over. "Who did you fuck, huh? Where did you whore yourself out this time? Fucking slut. Go take a shower."

He grabbed Ten by the arm and dragged him to the bathroom. "Get your clothes off."

"I didn't fuck anyone! I went to get food, I was fucking hungry!" Ten yelled back and then regretted it, his heart racing as he swiftly tried to get his clothes off, just wanting to get this shit over with. It wasn't fair, he didn't fuck anyone. He never got the chance to. If only he'd taken his chances and fucked Minjun.

At least then he'd deserve this shit. "I am a prisoner..." Did Cheon not get that? He stood there, naked and angry, not sure what Cheon thought this was. "You stole me!"

"Yeah, that's right. You are. But I let you live here like a fucking prince. You have your freedom. You get to have your fun. Do you need to see how much worse it could be before you realise how grateful you should be?!"

Cheon grabbed him by the throat and forced him into the shower, grabbing a pair of handcuffs from the mirror and using them to fasten Ten's hand to the shower rail above his head. "You need to learn your place. And you need to learn manners. I even send my nicest boys to get you. I tell them they can beat you and they never do."

"I'm not grateful!" Maybe he should lie, beg, try to get back on his good side but it was spiralling too much now he just felt so fucking angry. "You treat me like shit. Lemme go!" Ten yanked his hands against the cuffs but they didn't even budge, they weren't flimsy like some could be. He'd escaped cuffs Cheon had put him in before but these ones, they were strong. Damn it.

"I should be grateful because you don't have men beat me up?" Ten yanked his wrist again and cried out in frustration. "I just wanted to be alone for a few hours. I didn't do anything fucking wrong. I got food and came back... I came back, Cheon. Please!"

"Oh, shut up. I'll talk to the boys. They can tell you where you like to hide out. Maybe next time, I'll smoke you out." Cheon turned the shower on, turning the shower head so the water hit Ten right in the face. He wanted him to struggle for breath, much less speech.

And then, when he finally let him breathe again, he turned the water to hot, waiting for it to be scalding, just holding it against Ten until his skin turned red. Fun.

Ten spluttered and struggled to breath, water up his nose and in his eyes, in his mouth. He choked and spat out what he could, just trying to get himself out of the way of it. And then it got hot. It wasn't just a nice, warm burn, it started to get too hot. Ten cried out and tried to jerk out, tried to get the spray not to roll down his body. It was getting dangerously close to his dick and it kept splashing up his face.

"Sorry! Sorry! Cheon, stop! Please, God, stop!" It hurt and he didn't want to be scarred... he loved his body, he didn't want Cheon fucking that up too.

"Fine, fine. Stop squealing. Cool off instead." Cheon turned the water to cold and started letting that hit Ten, until he was shivering, teeth chattering. Looking as pathetic as he wanted him to. He sprayed his face again and then hung up the shower head, stepping close enough to look right at Ten. "Think I'll leave you right here for a while. Maybe get some ice cubes to keep you company."

Ten was shivering hard, the water felt like ice and he tried to jerk himself away from the spray. It was like needles on his skins. "Ch-Cheon, please." It was too much. He jerked away from the spray as best he could, teeth chattering together as he tried his best to get some kind of sympathy. God, did this sick bastard have a heart or not? "Don't. Pl-Please." He shivered hard and pressed against the glass.

"See? Manners." Cheon looked at Ten, feeling pretty satisfied just looking at him. He undid his pants, watching him. "You really think you can run from me? I'll make you feel sorry every time you try. You are sorry now, aren't you?"

He sure was a sorry sight. No wonder he was so hard.

"I'm sorry. R-R-Really sorry." Ten's teeth chattered as he looked at Cheon, eyes wet with tears and his face a bright red from the cold, his whole body trembling. "So-- so sorry."

He bowed his head and tried his best to appease this weirdo. Whatever it took, whatever he had to do. He wanted to live so he had to. He just had to find a way to do this. "I-- I can make it better." He looked up and eyed Cheon's undone pants. "Please."

Edited 2019-09-30 20:57 (UTC)

"...fair enough." Cheon moved forward and unlocked the handcuffs, then turned off the water properly, no more cold coming. "Suck me off. Do a good job and maybe I will be nice to you again."

He wasn't making any promises.

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