warnings: major character death, slight dubcon, depiction of violence, guns, knives, anal sex, hate sex, angst
a/n: this is in collaboration with bff @strawberry-seob ! from a rough draft on frantic fanfic i spruced this fic up to what it is today, while they've got their own posted! <3
There was a lot that came with Keeho’s profession. He could deal with the bulk of it, like the constant late night calls or the weekly dry cleaners run to get the stains off his clothes. There had been a handful of times though where his walls would crumble around him and he could no longer keep on the external coldness he wore. He’d sleep in his bloodied clothes, and there wouldn't be anything he could do to control the hot tears that would fill his eyes whenever he blinked. His shaking exhales displaying the emotions he desperately tried to bury.
This was not one of those times.
Wind blew his hair back in tuffs as he sat on a building’s rooftop that accommodated in his line of fire. Suppressing down the last of his humanity, there wasn't anything distracting Keeho when he pulled the trigger back, his mind free of any previous compassion. With the shot connecting, there wasn't anything else keeping him there as the brisk wind bit at his cheeks. His victim wouldn't wake up tomorrow, but he was free to go home and rest. His job was done.
His breath got caught in his throat when he fell back onto the concrete from an excessive force. Body weight pressed down on him, not allowing him to move from his position on the ground. There was a sudden sharp pain in his side that pierced through his skin. His reaction was delayed enough for the assailant to knock his gun out of his hands, leaving Keeho defenseless.
That didn't stop him from fighting back. Instincts taking over, Keeho used his shoulder to push off his attacker, which was in no way hard to do. He was a lightweight, and no match to his upper body strength. Managing to get back onto his feet, Keeho was able to see who had just stuck a knife into his side.
“Jongseob?” Keeho furrowed his brows. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
Jongseob snickered, showing off his tooth that jutted out from his smile. “Why do you think?”
Keeho felt his pulse quicken, taking over his senses from the dull pain in his hip. Not giving him the luxury to respond, Jongseob swiped his feet out to kick Keeho onto the concrete rooftop. Jongseob’s knife was still sticking out from his side, contorting with his every move. Keeho fell onto his back, allowing Jongseob to get back on top of him.
Throwing most of his weight onto Keeho’s chest, Jongseob sat there with his hand reaching
back to grip the handle of his knife. “I need this back.”
A new pain enveloped his torso as Jongseob removed the knife, blood beginning to soak the skin and clothing surrounding the wound. They both knew he could bleed out like that. Despite this, Keeho was still able to overpower him, using his legs to flip Jongseob off, reversing the roles so that he was now above him. The sound of Jongseob’s knife clanked onto the concrete as it slipped out of his grip, loud and soon forgotten. Lifting himself up and keeping his legs on either side of Jongseob’s hips, Keeho threw his first punch, square in the blonde's jaw.
He wound up his other balled fist to send another punch on the opposite side, hitting Jongseob’s cheek. His smile had faded, but it wasn't completely gone until Keeho’s elbow collided with his throat, knocking the wind out of him.
Gasping for air, Jongseob began to claw at Keeho’s placed arm, begging for another breath. He only let up his hold when his cheeks changed from a bright red to a deep purple, making Jongseob sputter out a cough as his chest rose and fell rapidly. Keeho took it as an opportunity to grab a fistful of Jongseob's shirt, some type of black compression tee that clung to his small frame.
Jongseob’s eyes were wide now, fear creeping into his once smug expression. “What are you going to do? Kill me first? You could never do that,” He spat, blood and saliva landing on Keeho’s face.
Flashes of his past played in Keeho’s head, his knuckles turning white as he stared down Jongseob. He remembered when they were both younger, how baby faced Jongseob once was and the brightness in his eyes. He had shed away all of his childlike features like a butterfly does with its chrysalis, emerging as a man Keeho didn't recognize.
Keeho’s grip tightened. “I won't have to,” He pulled Jongseob closer, their faces mere inches from each other. “You’ll end up doing it yourself.”
Jongseob tried to wiggle free, but Keeho’s grip was too strong. His hold was steady as his eyes settled on the bruise that was forming on Jongseob’s cheekbone. It looked like one of his rings had swiped against the skin, leaving a cut that was slowly oozing blood.
“You’ve become complacent,” Jongseob said, voice thick with disdain. “You’re stuck, doing the same dirty work while I’ve been climbing the ladder. This is the last thing I needed to do to push myself past you.”
Did Keeho even remember the feeling of his lips on Jongseob's? Was there ever a time where he didn't loathe the younger, his once delicate touch becoming vicious and cruel. There wasn't anything stopping him now from ending the boy's misery. Keeho pushed himself away with force, creating a new space between the two of them.
“You were a mistake,” Keeho’s body had become tense once getting back onto his feet. His pain was turning numb. “Always been too fucking greedy.”
Jongseob lunged at him, but Keeho was faster. He sidestepped, sending Jongseob back onto the ground head first. He picked himself up on his hands and knees quickly but not without a groan, blood dripping from his now scuffed face. Keeho didn't give him time to recover by kicking him square in the stomach.
Getting thrown onto his back, Jongseob coughed, followed by a delayed deep breath. Keeho took a step towards him, fists clenched, ready to end this. Staring down at Jongseob’s heaving chest made his vision blur, hesitation settling in his gut. He looked away.
“Do it. I dare you,” Jongseob spat hoarsely.
Keeho could feel blood begin to dry on his chin, not knowing if it was his or Jongseob's. His words rattled in his brain, not having the same power as they once had. The defiance in Jongseob was something Keeho no longer flinched at.
The rooftop felt colder now, the wind biting through to Keeho’s wound, the pain settling deeper into his subconscious. He placed the heel of his foot on top on Jongseob’s chest, keeping him in place.
“You came here in hopes that I killed you,” Keeho ended his sentence with a snicker. “You’re so cute.”
Jongseob had grabbed ahold of Keeho's ankle, trying his best to shove his foot off of him. He was now vulnerable, weakened by the blow to his stomach, and Keeho pressing more and more of his body weight into his chest. There was a moment where he swore he would break through his rib cage, sinking down to squish his organs into a paste. And then it was gone.
Keeho removed his foot to replace his touch with his hands, reaching to turn Jongseob so that he was now on his stomach. Even in his docile state, there was still something dangerous about Jongseob, looking like a cornered snake– ready to strike with whatever venom he had left.
Keeho got down to straddle the back of Jongseob’s thighs. They were both just wearing athletic gear, black joggers that were easy to slip down. Keeho hooked his thumbs around the waistband of his pants and slide them off, taking his briefs along with them.
He didn't waste any time doing the same to Jongseob. Pulling them down as far as he could, Keeho revealed just enough to show off his ass. Meager and pale, Keeho’s palms could cup almost the entirety of each cheek, his hands immediately going to knead at the tender flesh.
“Steph,” Jongseob breathed out. It wasn't a protest or a plea, but maybe something in between. The nickname made Keeho freeze, more flashes of his past running through his head.
It only stalled him for a second, not stopping Keeho from wrapping his hand around his growing cock, dragging it slowly against the shaft. He thrusted his hips forward and down, guiding the head of his cock to the soft cleft of Jongseob’s ass cheeks.
“You’re gonna let me fuck you before killing me, right?” Keeho had begun to burrow himself in between Jongseob’s ass, the wet leakage coming from the tip of his cock acting as lubricant as he began to slide back and forth. He was only rutting against him, using his hands to press the fat of Jongseob’s ass closer together to try and envelope his cock even further.
“Answer me. I know you remember the rules,” Keeho barked, his shallow thrusts refusing to pause.
It was like the venom that had previously been coursing through Jongseob had been drained, leaving him meek, almost gentle underneath Keeho. “Yes.”
“Yes what?” Keeho paused his hips. He left the tip of his cock resting against Jongseob’s hole.
“Fuck me, you annoying piece of shit,” Jongseob bit back, the fire inside of him clearly not completely stomped out.
“You ask so nicely,” Keeho teased, before abruptly sinking his cock inside of the tight heat he was beginning to forget.
“Ah– Go slower, you maniac,” Jongseob winced, reaching back to place the palm of his hand against Keeho’s thigh, as if that would dampen his sudden movement at all.
Keeho wasn't listening. “I know you like it this way. Not too wet, just enough so that I can stick it in. You like feeling me drag inside of you,” he was rolling his hips back only to ram his cock forward at a punishing speed. “Can't have it any other way. You’ll always love being my little sex doll.”
He had Jongseob pinned below him, legs together, his ass spread out by one of Keeho’s hands. Out in the open like this, the sky glaring down at them, Keeho could feel how goosebumps had begun to form on Jongseob’s skin. They were paired with breathy moans escaping his mouth, not being able to hide behind his rough exterior any longer.
Keeho's orgasm pooled in the pit of his stomach when Jongseob finally turned his head, revealing how his bangs had stuck to his forehead from sweat, and how red his cheeks had gotten. His eyes were closed, showing off his long lashes, something Keeho never wanted to admit jealousy over. It made him drive his cock faster, deeper, the sound of slapping skin following his every move.
“Will you just cum in me already?” Jongseob snarkily ordered.
It warranted a laugh from Keeho. “Don't tell me you came already. You’re all sensitive now, is that right?”
“No–, hey, wait!” Jongseob screeched, right before Keeho pulled out, flipping him onto his back.
The new position gave Keeho the ability to see how Jongseob had cum stanned on the front of his black quarter zip and a deflated dick that sat limply at his pelvis. There was no fighting now, with Jongseob only trying to hide his red face with raised forearms.
“Fine,” Keeho started, taking his cock into his hand to guide it back into Jongseob. “I’ll fill you up until you’re full.”
He began his animalistic pace again, this time hitching one of Jongseob’s legs over his shoulder. Keeho’s task was clear, and yet the push he needed to get over the edge seemed far off in the distance. His eyes squeezed shut, he did his best to try and get lost in the feeling of Jongseob around him.
It was different this time. Keeho remembered how they used to fight, but it was never serious, and it always led them to moments like this. There wasn't the same spark of animosity that was once lighthearted, instead becoming much more malicious.
Choking out a cry, Keeho shakily stilled as he came. It was drawn out and messy, completely draining himself inside of Jongseob. White noise filled his ears until it didn't.
When he was dry and spent, Keeho dropped Jongseob's leg, the ecstasy of his cock cocooned inside of him turning into something more… painful?
It was dull at first, like his body had to adjust to the new found feeling. It then grew, starting from his neck, reaching up to his face and down to his chest. There was now a dampness at the collar of his shirt.
Keeho opened his closed eyes to see how he was now staring up at the ceiling. He was on his back, gasping for air that never seemed to fill his lungs. His vision began to blur into hazy static. He could hear Jongseob talking, but he couldn't register any of the words.
