Every five years Baekhyun is met with his greatest enemy and soon-to-be husband... And at the age of 21, he is to teach him how to dance.
✧ royalty!au ✦ arranged marriage ✧ enemies to lovers ✦ ongoing
When Baekhyun first met Jongdae, he was a brat.
Not in the way that Baekhyun was a brat, but instead in the way that made Baekhyun’s blood boil. He was so unlike Baekhyun, there was nothing he could truly see in Jongdae’s eyes as friend-worthy.
So there Jongdae was, in pristine pressed clothing that took Baekhyun’s mother 20 minutes to wrestle him into, with a big grin on his face. The worst thing was that it was a kind smile, not one with hidden malice, not a cheeky or cocky one. But a smile any other child would give to a potential friend.
But Baekhyun wasn’t looking for a potential friend in Jongdae. After all, why would he want to befriend the one he would be wedded to?
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CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat (CLICK ON AO3 LINK FOR ALL TAGS & TRIGGERS)
Summary: Baekhyun and Jongdae should have never taken that old road and they shouldn’t have kept driving when it was so foggy. A lesson learned in listening to your instincts. Noncon af. The other members are NOT good people. Read tags and read at your own risk. 😭
Kai watched as Daddy continued his assault on the skinny boy with the beautiful neck and cute puppy whimpers, still bound with his hands tied and eyes blindfolded. Daddy looked like he wanted to eat this one and Kai hoped it wouldn't come to that. He will do what he can to help them through this, offering bits of advice and comfort when allowed or when enough secrecy and safety provides an opportunity. Daddy's training hadn't completely indoctrinated him with a new set of morals and Kai wondered if his childhood had played a role here, latching onto whatever innocence he could find even in this isolated and broken place. He had seen too much too young and had always tried to cling to some semblance of goodness in everything and Daddy knew it. He had each boy willingly surrender their past to him in an attempt to bond or open old wounds and vulnerabilities. Kai wasn't sure which and he wasn't sure why he told the truth and laid bare everything to this sick man, but he reasoned that the thought of getting caught in a lie would be worse than opening himself up and so he did. Willingly as every bit of bile had threatened to rise and spill out along with the rest of his past. Daddy had given him a choice to write it down or tell him in person. An option. Some control extended to Kai and he grasped it with his mouth thanking Daddy afterward, tears in his eyes and Daddy drying them from his face, lulling him to sleep. Kai had woken in Daddy’s bed sometime later with Sehun bringing him freshly steeped chamomile tea. Kai never had someone to care for him, tuck him into bed, or dry his tears. It was then he thought maybe this isn’t so bad.
The two boys in front of him will also have this burden of choice. For now, they are new playthings. Soft and malleable.
“Baby boy, you whimper so pretty. Just as pretty as you are underneath all of this.” Daddy still hadn’t seen Baekhyun or Jongdae’s faces but it’s something he could tell by the smell of them. Their petite bodies and the sweat trickling down their delicate necks is a mix of intimidation and terror. For Daddy, that was enough. “So slender. Full and delicate. I’m going to have so much fun with you later baby boy.” Daddy touched Baekhyun’s neck, giving it a brief squeeze, holding for a few seconds so Baekhyun’s breath would become erratic and his panic would set in. Daddy’s favorite part was always the fear. Fear and lust. Most of the ones they caught were purposed for entertainment. “To have a good time," Daddy would say, but some ended up for dinner if they failed at entertaining their hosts.
Daddy really doesn't like boring guests.
“You’ll like our game sweet boys… won’t you?” He paused, waiting for an answer they didn’t know to give. “I said..." Daddy grabbed Baekhyun’s face, pressing his palms in harder against cheeks and bones. “I said… you’ll like our game won’t you boys?” Baekhyun cried out but shook his head. He was determined to make this easier on himself no matter how terrifying the situation. Maybe he could make it out alive if he just cooperated. “This one will be a good boy.” Daddy states looking back at Kai and Chanyeol who stood waiting for a command, dicks still semi-hard in their pants. They had been trained well, Chanyeol more so than Kai. He was a natural where Kai needed more training; something Daddy was patient about. After all, it was Kai who most often brought them these little playthings. “Let’s hope he’s as good a boy as you two are.”
“But this one….” Daddy looked at the quiet boy, the one with the kitten lips. He stayed still as if a mannequin or like he was thinking how best to get out of this situation. Could he tell that Kyungsoo and Daddy were watching him, daring him to make a move? The other boys watching as well hoping he wouldn’t. He was too pretty to put down so early. “I expect an answer from both of you. That means you too baby boy. You don’t want me to hurt you so soon, do you?” He smirked before diving in deeply and giving Jongdae a kiss through the cloth binding his senses; hungry for both of them.
This woke Jongdae who began shaking his head just as fervently as Baekhyun had done moments ago. “Please don’t hurt me. Please… please don’t hurt either of us. We-we haven’t even seen your faces. We could just… You could just let us go. Drive us back and we’ll never mention it to anyone. We promise. Right, Baek-”
He stopped himself.
“Baek-... You mean…” Daddy paused, pulling out Baekhyun and Jongdae’s Identification cards and turning them over in his hands before grabbing Jongdae’s hands to let him feel the cards enough to know exactly what he held. He does the same to Baekhyun waiting to let the anticipation build. Daddy sometimes had a flare for the dramatic. “Byun Baekhyun... And… let’s see here.. Kim Jongdae? Born the same year? Curious. Maybe we can have fun with that later.”
Jongdae let out an exhale and Kyungsoo read it. Disappointment. In himself. In this situation. Of course, these freaks had their identification cards. Jongdae was hoping the person that had taken them hadn’t seen the cards, that he hadn’t looked hard enough and left them behind. He’d felt suspicious towards the “Inspector” but he couldn’t speed off during an inspection. They’d get pulled over and it would land them in jail. There was no other option than to obey. He had told Baekhyun to store their cards under the seat after the Inspector had given them back. He smiled but told them to wait, that he had to get something from his patrol car and Jongdae felt his instincts rising again. Something about this man didn't seem right so he told Baekhyun to hide them out of direct eyesight, and Baekhyun had questioned with a puzzled look only for a second before following exactly as Jongdae asked. Implicit trust in each other. That’s what kept them alive all these years; even in their teen years when they were ready to jump off a bridge at a dare or a look. They actually did it once, a lake below them and a highway behind them. A "No Diving or Jumping" sign reading loud and clear in big, red letters warning of a fine if they failed to comply. Baekhyun was ready to just do it, whatever it was, and Jongdae was right there with him. Together. Always.
The Inspector must have looked hard and found them anyway. This means these people have practice. Jongdae and Baekhyun are NOT the first ones to come through here. The thought alone makes his throat tighten and stomach turn. Jongdae had seen movies like this and they never let their victims go. This won’t end well. He knew they should have pulled over when the fog rolled in but he chose to stifle his instinct in favor of high beams and his best friend. It was impossible to have known the cost would be this great. He breathes out, determined: It won't happen again. He didn’t listen to his better judgment then but he would now. He wasn’t one to brag unnecessarily but these backwoods filth were in no way smarter than him. He knew that like he knew how beautifully the sun kissed Baekhyun's skin in the summer, enveloping it in rich pigment that faded in the winter and returned every spring. The movies didn’t normally end well, but that wasn’t going to stop him from trying.
“Well boys, I’m pleased to meet you. My name’s Suho. You will call me Daddy unless I tell you otherwise. Chanyeol. Kai. Let’s get these boys inside.”
Baekhyun and Jongdae felt themselves being hoisted above the shoulders of two people who lifted them like feathers. Jongdae made a note that he’d have to outwit them in a way that didn't involve physical strength. He needed to learn them more, learn their habits, strengths, and weaknesses. He hoped they would give him enough time. Baekhyun wanted to struggle but he knew it was pointless. If anything “Daddy” would discipline him and he definitely didn’t want that.
“Now, let me explain how this will work” Daddy began as Chanyeol and Kai sat the two smaller ones on a couch, still bound and blindfolded. “Take those blindfolds off now boys. Let’s see their pretty faces they’ve been hiding.”
We’ve been hiding? You sick freak, YOU’RE the one who kidnapped us! Jongdae wanted to yell it from the top of his lungs but he knew that wasn’t smart. This situation and these ignorant people were already pushing his limits. He was hoping he could maintain his composure but when anyone threatened Baekhyun it always felt like something other than himself roused itself to alert. Baekhyun must have felt the shift because he moved a firm hand toward Jongdae, wrapping their fingers together, giving Jongdae a small but comforting grip to let his best friend know he understood but to keep his calm. It wasn’t that Jongdae was violent by any means. If anything he was a pacifist. It’s just that he has a quick tongue when it comes to protecting his friends which can sometimes get the best of him and which he truly should not use now under any circumstances.
Baekhyun's aware and knows this. He’d been friends with Jongdae since they were teetering around their parents' house. Their moms were best friends since college and raised the two boys together. Jongdae’s mom had said it was fate that they had fit them together so well. "Sometimes these types of friendships don’t work out and it’s just the parents who are close. This wasn’t the case for you two. You and Baekhyun are different. You two have to always look out for each other because something stronger than we know brought you together." She had told him one night over dinner and it had stuck with him since. He thought it sounded old-fashioned but it was true they got on well from the beginning, even before their first words. Baekhyun's first word was calling for Jongdae and Jongdae's for the sun, which is what Baekhyun's mom used to call him. Her little sunshine. Even to a skeptic, it sounded like something more than fate. Their bond only grew since then. Baekhyun's awareness wasn't solely because he could feel Jongdae getting upset, it’s that he knows Jongdae better than the back of his hand. He knows his likes and dislikes, and Jongdae his. He knows the ins and outs of Jongdae’s mind that when this “Daddy” stepped over the line one too many times, he could sense with everything that Jongdae needed him - so he gave himself freely.
The show of affection isn't missed by Daddy. He doesn't mind if they touch each other. He prefers it.
Soon they'll fuck on command.
Jongdae scoots closer to Baekhyun not letting their hands part and lays his head on Baekhyun’s shoulder. Neither boys are sure how long they’ll be able to stay like this. For now, it’s enough.
“Innocent puppy and kitten.” Junmyeon smiles, cooing at them. He can’t wait to see them wrecked, in tears; a little bloody and bruised. They’ll cry, beg, and moan before it's all over. They always do.
“This gives me an idea. You see, I have two boys of my own that are close. One of them made puppy noises when I first got him. Chanyeol come here. And the other was a bit like our kitten there. Kyungsoo. And Kai… well baby, you prefer to watch, right? You don’t like to get your hands or your conscience dirty?” He doesn't let Kai answer. Daddy rarely let Kai answer. When they get toys and Daddy does this it means later Kai will be Daddy’s toy. Daddy used to say that he likes to marinate his meat. Working Kai up, refusing the same entertainment as the others when he’s the one who got the boys, who discovered their IDs, and who brought them back- is doing exactly that. Letting Kai marinate in frustration so Daddy can work it out of him later.
“Chanyeol. Kyungsoo. I want you two to have fun with our little puppy and kitten here. You can bruise them, make them cry, gag them, and penetrate them with whatever you want. You understand?” They nod. Kyungsoo has been waiting to get his hands on that little kitten, the one whose anger was building before puppy boy calmed him down. He’ll bring it out of him, make him do something he’ll regret. “No scarring, which means minimal bleeding.” He looks at Kyungsoo. “And they have to stay conscious. Understood?” The boys nod again as Baekhyun and Jongdae squeeze each other tighter.
“I’m sorry.” Baekhyun whispers to Jongdae, regret deep in his voice. “I shouldn’t have pressed to keep going. I just… I didn’t want to lose hours because of that fog. We were supposed to make memories…” Jongdae can feel Baekhyun’s shoulders slump. Guilt and self-appointed blame are taking over. It’s not his fault. He has to know that. But before Jongdae can respond, a figure clouds the light and takes rest at Baekhyun’s knees. “It’s okay Puppy.” He grabs Baekhyun’s chin, caressing it softly in rough hands. “Don’t worry, okay?" The voice sounds sincere but something about it feels off. Baekhyun can’t place it but Jongdae can. He wants to feel comforted, to believe that one of these men isn't some deranged psychopath bent on hurting them.
Jongdae knows better.
"My name’s Chanyeol and I’ll help you make memories tonight."
"You will?" Baekhyun asks, looking up, eyes still blindfolded. An air of innocence pervades him.
"Yes, sweetheart. I'll help you make so many memories tonight you will wish you could forget them." Chanyeol's grip tightens on Baekhyun's face as his hand slides down to his waist and onto his pelvis, the smaller now feeling a sense of panic set in as Daddy laughs in the back and Jongdae balls his fist into a knuckle; a sight not unseen by Kyungsoo.
"No, don’t cry sweetheart. I need you to be quiet for me and listen, okay?” Chanyeol takes Baekhyun’s face in his hands again making the boy whimper as quietly as he can manage, and shakes his head. “Now say you want this.”
Jongdae grabs Baekhyun’s hand tighter as the older moves away from Chanyeol shaking his head in silent protest, eyes closed until he feels a large hand gripping his face. Chanyeol doesn’t say anything, only waits for puppy boy’s mind to play catch up. Chanyeol knows he'll give in because he’s too scared to do otherwise.
“I…” Baekhyun starts. Jongdae’s hand is enclosed around his own in a death grip but he has to do this. He doesn’t have another choice and it feels like the longer he waits, the more he’ll pay for it.
“I... want it.” It's said so softly, Chanyeol strains to hear it.
He's already defeated and it tugs at Chanyeol's heartstrings who ruffles his hair with a “good puppy” and thinks this boy is someone he could really get used to. Then he does something Baekhyun isn't expecting. He reaches down and lifts up the smaller boy's hands to his face, let’s Baekhyun feel him smiling. It’s gentle, relaxed. Chanyeol moves his hand to his dimple and Baekhyun wonders if that is genuine too. “There there puppy. As long as you keep this positive attitude, we won’t kill you. We’ll keep you. Think of it like protecting you from that cruel world out there. You want us to protect you, don’t you?” He doesn't let go of Baekhyun's hand as the delicate boy beneath him shakes his head yes.
Chanyeol's hand is firm and warm against Baekhyun's yielding, colder one. Both can feel the obvious; that the two are opposite of each other. Chanyeol considers it more like yin and yang- that Baekhyun must somehow complete him. The softness of the boy who must have wept many tears now under that blindfold to his rigidity and hard exterior. Chanyeol reasons that he must also complete the smaller boy whom he will both hurt and hold until the boy becomes exactly as he's intended.
Baekhyun feels Chanyeol's firm hand and soft face, his genuine smile, and considers that maybe they will protect them. Maybe this whole situation won’t be so bad and if he holds out hope, maybe someone else will come along and rescue them.
Jongdae sits and waits, one fist clenched tightly at his side and the other one gripping onto Baekhyun as the older one answers with a repeated gesture of one head shake after another. Gently up and down, assuring them or himself that he is willing to obey and please don't hurt us. His time will come to make them all pay but it isn't now. This is a sensitive situation that requires patience as acting rashly now will only hurt them both. Patience and biting the inside of his mouth while he remains helpless to protect his best friend or himself.
Kyungsoo doesn't interact, choosing only to stare and contemplate the whiteness of Jongdae's knuckle as it remains clenched at his side.
“You’ve been such a good boy for me, puppy, but I need you to do one last thing. Say ‘I want this. I want you, Chanyeol.’ like you mean it and I promise I’ll go easy on you later.” Chanyeol looks back toward Daddy proud of himself for being such a natural at this. His eyes are met with approval and it encourages him. He wants to give this same encouragement to puppy boy but he has to know that his puppy wants it. His puppy because he’s already decided that the beautiful boy with the puppy whimpers is his. “Go on now. Say you want it so I can reward you later. I know you want me to go easy on you but I can’t do that unless you say it.”
Baekhyun’s head is swimming and he’s not sure if anything being said is true or honest. He’d like nothing more than to run out of this place, not letting go of Jongdae and running until they make it somewhere safe, but everything he could do is out of the realm of possibility besides this one thing. If only he says what they want, there is a chance they’ll go easy on him and by extension hopefully Jongdae as well - so he breathes in deeply, squeezing Jongdae’s hand a final time before breathing out “I want this. I want you, Chanyeol.”
Random but I'm exol looking for a beta reader for my fic. It's a baekchen and I'm half-way done. I have to warn you that the story itself is quite long but I suppose it is worth the time.
It's not my first story, but it is my first story with this fic hence beta reader.
Warnings: despite having a heavy ending there is major character's death (he comes back to life tho), additional tags for drug use amd accident.
Basic summary: it's a reincarnation fic and Jongdae is a ghost.
It would mean a world if you reblogged that so more people could see this!
☾ a/n: here’s the fourth part of the 100 day/drabbles challenge. (can also read here)
Here’s the thing—Jongdae is an absolute idiot.
He should’ve known better than to trust a witch coven, loyalty to your own kind only went so far.
Jongdae had felt the tension building up in the air way before he had even set foot through the bar’s door—he couldn’t understand why.
When a middle aged woman with long silky straight black locks, olive skin and dark brown eyes ablaze with anger had addressed him as an insolent child and a traitor his own kind, Jongdae had been so confused. He’d never met this woman in the entirety of his existence, and he had yet to utter a single word in her general direction—what had warranted such hostility from a stranger?
As the raven haired witch had carried on speaking, Jongdae had quickly realized that his first mistake had been to show up with a vampire.
His second mistake had been showing up with the vampire that had been responsible for the annihilation of more than half the Reyes’ bloodline many years ago.
The moment Baekhyun had entered the bar, chaos had ensued. They had been outnumbered from the start. Fireballs and inanimate objects ranging from chairs, glasses and knives started flying and Jongdae scrambled to his feet, hastily running over to his boyfriend’s side.
“Are you—fuck—are you kidding me?” Baekhyun wailed crumpling to his knees as he clutched his head between his palms.
“Turns out, you’ve already met these witches—it’s time to go” Jongdae grunted as he struggled to help Baekhyun up to his feet and behind one of the bar’s booths. He needed to come up with a plan, and quickly.
“What?” the pain in his head doubled and Baekhyun howled.
“I’ll explain later, right now—we have to go!” Jongdae exclaimed trying to get Baekhyun up on his feet.
“But I don’t—shit” Baekhyun staggered on his way up, “I don’t—I don’t know these people, Dae” he said through pants of pain, clutching fiercely onto Jongdae’s wrist.
“That’s because you slaughtered more than half of them almost a whole century ago, asshole!” Jongdae had yelled angrily as Baekhyun had slid against the back of the sitting booth and withered in pain.
Jongdae knelt down and grasped Baekhyun’s hand between his and began to chant a spell of his own. Seconds later, a screech of pain could be heard across the bar and Baekhyun breathed out in relief.
“Just—stay here, let me just—”
Before Jongdae could even finish what he was saying, he and Baekhyun had been flung in the air, across the room and against the wall. Next thing he knew, Baekhyun was screaming bloody murder as a piece of wood skewered him, the head of the Reyes coven at the end of it.
The moment, Baekhyun’s body went limp, Jongdae saw red.
-
“Byun Baekhyun, you absolute moron!” Jongdae had wailed the moment Baekhyun had come to.
“Ouch, Dae” Baekhyun whined as he sat up in bed—they were back in their dingy motel room, he noticed. “What the fuck happened?”
“Turns out—you actually took part in almost ending an entire witch bloodline” Jongdae tells him recounting to Baekhyun the tale the head of the Reyes coven had told him as he sucked a blood bag of crimson dry.
Baekhyun had no memory of ever running paths with these witches, however, Jongdae was quick to point out, he did basically get rid of more than half of their ancestors—of course he wouldn’t remember any of them. They were all descendants of the previous witches he and his clan had slaughtered all those years ago.
Baekhyun looked sheepish and incredibly guilty.
“Are you sure you’ve had enough blood?” Jongdae fusses then, knowing full well Baekhyun doesn’t enjoy recalling his past and all the pain and suffering he inflicted on many in the years before meeting Jongdae. “You’re still looking a little peaky”
“That’s probably because I’m undead” Baekhyun replies dryly, which did nothing to stop Jongdae from fussing, or smooth away the worried pinch in his brow.
Baekhyun sighed and caught Jongdae’s hands, leaning up to press a kiss to his his forehead, “I’m fine. I’m immortal, takes more than a stab wound to kill me.”
“So, shut up and let me and look after you.” Jongdae mumbles causing Baekhyun to huff a fond laugh.
“I’m fine. What about you—are you okay?” he asks rubbing his thumb softly over Jongdae’s wrist. It’s turning purple from where Baekhyun clutched onto so forcefully.
“You don’t have to feel guilty” Jongdae tells him, “about anything”
“Kind of hard not to” Baekhyun mumbles, and Jongdae cuddles up to him.
“I love you, despite your past. You’ve come so far from the person you used to be, Baek, and I’m so proud of you. As far as getting help with locating that stone—we’ll figure something else out okay? We’ll find another way and we’ll free Yixing from purgatory”
Baekhyun sighs and kisses the crown of Jongdae’s head.
CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat (CLICK ON AO3 LINK FOR ALL TAGS & TRIGGERS)
Summary: Baekhyun and Jongdae should have never taken that old road and they shouldn’t have kept driving when it was so foggy. A lesson learned in listening to your instincts. Noncon af. The other members are NOT good people. Read tags and read at your own risk. 😭
“You've brought us a beautiful gift, son." Daddy ruffles Kai's hair and the younger leans into his touch just a little too eagerly earning him a chuckle and dismissal as Daddy crouches down in front of the two pretty boys at his feet. "It's not often they arrive in pairs and so beautifully packaged." Blindfolded, gagged, handcuffed, and on both knees. "Absolutely beautiful. Just look at them."
“Their faces are covered, Dad.” Kai titters, earning him a slap to the face as Daddy turns to meet him. “What did you say? Do you think I don't know their faces are covered? Please don't be that dense, son. It's embarrassing." Kai braces himself as the distinct scent of alcohol fills the air. "They're beautiful because they're ours. Did you forget the last discussion we had about usefulness? Your purpose here?”
Daddy's mouth is so close to Kai, he could kiss him.
He shakes his head no. He couldn't have forgotten, would never forget. Daddy had told Kai if he didn't serve a purpose there would be no use for him. He had seen exactly what that meant when he was forced to clean the massacre of his friends after he stripped down to nothing and felt like nothing. When he had to wring the sponge into a bucket of water that filled with the blood and flesh of the ones who never found their purpose. He would be made to properly clean the garden later, but Daddy wanted Kai to bathe in the chaos of the slaughter while it was still fresh as a reminder of what not having a purpose means. To prove he wasn't useless.
The pungent metallic smell and the sweat from the fight permeated the night air as Daddy fucked him into the ground. It hurt like it was meant to. His hands and knees scraping in the carnage, each thrust a lecture and a plea. Daddy wanted it to hurt, needed it to be memorable, so he smeared his hands in the dirt and the horror, and stroked Kai until he was crying out that he understood, that he was sorry.
When Daddy laid his naked body into the damp soil and kissed him as tenderly as he penetrated, he knew then it was his fault for not listening and for asking the wrong questions. Lesson learned.
Daddy ruffles his hair again too drunk to remember Kai is being touch-starved. "Good boy. Nini, you know I believe in you and I believe you can show me your worth with these two." He motions to the toys Kai brought him before turning his attention back to his son, trailing a hand lightly across the front of his pants before grabbing hard and asking, "Do you deserve it?" He knows he does, he always does, so he nods through the tight grip on his pants before Daddy nods too. They both know he deserves this.
The impact comes as expected, sudden and harsh. Daddy swings his hand back, palm open, and slaps Kai across the face hard enough to bruise. His length hardens under Daddy's firm hand on his dick and the lingering attention spreading across his cheek. The reaction is natural. He wants to thrust forward, wants to show Daddy just how much he misses him. It had been too long and Kai isn't allowed to touch himself. He isn't allowed to have anyone else touch him either. It's always like this when he messes up. Gentle. Instead of harsh punishment because he doesn't learn, he's given the gift of an open-handed kiss.
Everything has its purpose.
In order to become a better version of himself, he must be broken down. It is Daddy who will build him back up. Every boy has their own training to endure and has either succeeded or failed. Kyungsoo and Chanyeol seem like masters to Kai, learning quickly and executing every necessity with skill. But Kai has been a slow learner that fights back against his natural inclinations and doubts himself into punishments.
The bane of gentleness in that bright smile. Excessive self-sacrifice. Hesitation. Reluctance. Daddy says he has many flaws but Kai can attest to Daddy’s patience with him. He has been far less patient with others.
As he looks at the two boys bound on the floor, he wonders if they will succeed. There have been so few who did. Kai was familiar with the last boy who didn't find his purpose, who fought one time too many against what should come naturally in the eyes of Daddy. It's something he tries not to think about, something he tried to forget. But Daddy and Kyungsoo both made sure he never could.
"In order for you to remember."
"For your success."
Daddy and Kyungsoo had told him, watchful as Kai held another boy down because one of the straps broke on Kyungsoo’s table and the boy almost got away before they could "give him a purpose other than taking up our oxygen". Neither seemed to have any reaction at all to the screams, the blood, and the cruelty when Kai did everything he could to hold back the food in his stomach. It was gruesome and horrible. His blood flowed until it couldn't anymore until the person he knew no longer existed and the body itself was a timebomb of decay. But it was the crying for his family when Kyungsoo cut into him that still gives Kai nightmares.
They had grown close, had shared their thoughts, and opened up about their pasts when Daddy would let them outside to sit under the shade. Shock collars and chains a deterrent to freedom. He was an only child, like Kai, but his family had left first many years ago. Wet roads and careless drivers. He was 10. It's when all the parents had come and picked up the other kids from school that a teacher could spot the small boy under a tree. He had fallen asleep reading a book and she didn't know how to tell him. She woke him gently and held his hand when he offered it. She reminded him of his mother with dark curly hair and peach freckles that climbed to her cheekbones. They stayed there reading aloud The Little Prince until the cops came and gathered him. He never saw her again. One of the last things the boy said to him was "At least no one will miss me."
Kai never understood why he cried for his family when he didn't have any. Maybe he cried because he didn't have any. Maybe at least meant if only.
He hopes neither of these two boys will ever have to cry for theirs.
Chanyeol's voice brings him back to the present. “Don’t upset daddy right when you've brought fresh meat,” his voice firmer with more of a commanding tone than the one who had taken them. With that Baekhyun begins to squirm, trying his hardest to get out of his restraints and away from the madness. The desperation to flee ignoring the impossibility of it. Jongdae, however, stays calm and still. At least in appearance. Whether he's actually calm will be tested to the fullest when the entertainment starts and everyone gathers.
“Hold him, please! He'll fall off the edge of the porch with all that squirming!” Daddy yells and it's a command. It earns a swift reaction from Kai who doesn't want to disappoint again. Later, he’ll show Daddy just how useful he can be with these two "pretty boys" even if it turns his stomach. He'll prove himself. He has to. It's better than that table and Kyungsoo. That evening had taught him how natural Kyungsoo is with a knife, how easily it can tear through the flesh of a person until there is only red. Until there is only nothing. It taught him that Kyungsoo could gut him in the kitchen and Daddy might only comment about the mess.
“How did you find them by the way?” Kyungsoo asks, fresh out of the shower. He looks soft as ever and Kai wonders why Daddy never said anything about Kyungsoo wearing lotion. The only time Kai's allowed any type of pampering is when Baby complains that his hands are too rough and he wants a massage and "please Daddy, can I put lotion on Kai?" Or "Can we take a bubble bath together, pleeeaase." It takes nothing more than a simple pout and Daddy gives his baby, Sehun, the world.
Daddy does truly have his favorites and it's clear that Kai isn't one of them. It keeps him on edge although he wonders if that's why Daddy does it. To see him on the edge, uncertain, a moment's notice from fleeing and stepping in one of their bear traps. Or Daddy aiming a crossbow, his baby Sehun by his side. Shooting to maim until something else takes him. Someone like Chanyeol with his chainsaw, an ax, machete, or whatever he feels like playing with at the time. The mask of sewed-up victims covering his face for aesthetic or because Chanyeol enjoys doing things or because he can. Each one leading him to the basement kill room that’s stained with dried blood and the deceased, a gruesome keepsake that’s washed every time someone fresh gets pushed down the stairs or carried to the table that’s held one too many screams.
But tonight he'd found two helpless boys that Daddy will love and he will do whatever is asked of him no matter how much his conscience screams at him or how far he has to bury any remnants of morality still left over after all this time.
“You wouldn’t believe they were dense enough to drive down a deserted road when the fog crept in. I would have turned back", he says, hand ruffling Baekhyun's hair. "Nearly lost my way with all that fog and I know the roads better than anyone.” And it’s true. Kai is the reigning law enforcement of this tiny town and part of his job is biding his time for most of his shift, traveling down dirt roads, saying hello to the elderly neighbors who have lived around these parts for generations, and capturing a victim or two if chance will have it. But when the fog comes it's not something to take lightly.
“Well... you didn't the first time. That's how we found you, remember?" Daddy says, laughing and Kai can tell it’s in good humor. "But you did well, son. We not only have entertainment for tonight but possibly dinner as well. Although… they don’t look like they have much on them besides this one’s thighs.” His hand squeezes Baekhyun’s thighs and he jumps out of instinct. “You have some nice thighs, boy. Thick enough to eat.”
Daddy wasn’t one to hold himself back. When he saw something he liked, he had to have it. And apparently, he really liked Baekhyun’s thighs. This was evident by Daddy rubbing his hands and face against them, nibbling away on his jeans. Baekhyun’s thighs were definitely going in Daddy’s room at some point. Kai just hoped it wouldn't be permanent like that one taxidermy present last birthday. The boy didn't work out but Daddy had loved everything else about him so Kyungsoo made sure he could keep him forever.
“Remove the bags soon. I want to see how pretty they are.” The only one besides Daddy that has permission to give orders or ask questions without fear of repercussion, especially when Daddy’s having one of his moments, is Kyungsoo. Older folks know him as The Chef because he brings the townspeople "prime cuts" but the younger ones call him The Butcher.
Kyungsoo’s reputation precedes him. He’s generous without being wasteful, using every part of the animals he hunts. Everyone is thankful when he does, especially those living off government assistance or those who can't afford to buy meat regularly. For them, there is always The Chef. He packages each piece neatly and oftentimes will cook for them, delivering to each one individually or sending out service trucks. And he is always polite. "It's my pleasure. Please do remember to eat well." No one would ever suspect him to hunt or cook anything other than wild game. He is Daddy's second in command and frightens Kai more than anyone he’s ever met.
Kai’s thoughts do not betray his face as Kyungsoo steps beside Chanyeol eyeing the prizes that have been captured. They stand together wordlessly as Daddy continues his ministrations.
“I know you scream so pretty, little one,” Daddy growls between licks and squeezes against Baekhyun’s thighs. His pants are all but soaked now, his chest heaving from fear and panic, the sensation of feeling everything but seeing nothing. “I can imagine this beautiful throat screaming. So Smooth. Unmarked. You know what we’re going to do to your pretty, little throat later?” The boy with the spit-covered jeans whose hands are still bound, whose vision is covered with a bag Kai keeps in his car for catching stray critters like those cowering on the porch, tries to scoot back and away. Baekhyun doesn't want to know, doesn’t want to hear it. “Oh? You don’t want to know?” Daddy leans forward, lips kissing and marking; the bag a thin barrier of protection from the violation of unwanted caresses. “I’m going to bruise you later, wrap my hands around your throat as your tears fall to the floor, your hoarse voice begging me to stop." He's drunk tonight, had one too many shots of Soju with Kyungsoo and Sehun whose tolerance is higher. "Baby boy, I’m getting hard just thinking about it and I haven’t even seen your face.”
Kai has witnessed it many times, someone struggling with no hope to succeed because Daddy is stronger than he looks even when he's drunk - one reason Sehun suggests a single round of shots that quickly turn into however many rounds he wants. Sehun likes when Daddy hurts him and he hurts him more whenever he's drunk. He takes Kai like that when he’s not being touch-starved. Daddy takes whatever he wants whenever he wants. He will take all of him even when this whimpering one believes there isn't anything left to give.
He remembers when Daddy had taken him. It was on a foggy night like this one. The fog gets so thick in these parts that edges of the roads blur into the forest until all visibility is smothered. Most people know not to be on the road. It's part of the success. No one out on the road besides those who don't belong. A long stretch of highway and so many back roads. “Easy targets. You just have to know when to take them.” Daddy had said once, the night he took Kai. He had taken all of them personally. It wasn't until later that he sent out Kai and Chanyeol, proving they were well trained and could be successful on these missions. Later, when Kai applied for his position in law enforcement, it was settled.
He wasn’t sure when it all began. He knows Kyungsoo was before him and figures Sehun was before that. Kai was taken around the same time as Chanyeol and there were some in-between that Daddy deemed unfit. Kai was once close to asking Kyungsoo about when and how it all started or if he knew the reason as they put out the hides to dry, but he panicked at the sight before him. He didn’t want to become that and he figured Kyungsoo knew but didn’t say anything, that it was likely for a reason only he didn’t want to imagine why. Kai wasn’t sure how long Kyungsoo had been here either, only that he was one of the firsts, exceptional with a knife, and prefers to work in silence. Sometimes with music. Rarely with screams unless Daddy or Sehun joins him. Usually opting for duct tape or any number of gags while he worked. Kai didn’t want to be sent down there and he didn’t want to end up drying out in the sun to be used for a lampshade, a gift, a "prime cut", or anything else other than living a long, healthy life.
And now here are two others.
Pretty boys.
They look delicious even to him. Their petite frames, slender bodies, and distress. The quiet one seems to have caught the attention of Kyungsoo who walks in front of him to stare and take pictures; their frames against the pale moonlight and fog. It's impossible to remain calm in a situation like this. An act, he thought. A slight smirk on his face when he thought of what will happen to this one later- something that reaches just below the morality belt. Kyungsoo was particular and sadistic, though not as boisterous as Daddy, and Kai wondered what that meant for this one. Something had changed in him, in all of them. Kai reasoned it was only survival, that he hadn’t been conditioned because most of this still made him sick to his stomach. But then why did his dick harden every time he saw someone bound beneath him, helpless and scared?
What an odd sight, he thought. Daddy nibbling everywhere at this one’s thighs, Kyungsoo taking pictures unknowingly of the quiet one, and Kai, a law enforcement officer who should bring people like this to justice, standing to watch them violate these two innocent boys he found.
He didn’t have to look to know Daddy, Kyungsoo, and Chanyeol are just as aroused. It’s a weird, fucked up world. The two boys who were happy an hour ago... If only he hadn’t pulled them over. If only he had let them continue on their way. But Kai didn't have a choice any more than they had to slow down in the fog. If he let them go, Daddy would know. He always knew when Kai did something he shouldn't. The upside, he thought, they could survive. They could survive like Kyungsoo, Chanyeol, Sehun, and Kai.
Group: BaekChen, EXO Ensemble
Chapters: 1, 2 (AO3 version)
Words: 3210
Tags/Warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Horror, Psychological Horror, Survival Horror, Movie: Texas Chainsaw Massacre (1974), Rape/Non-con Elements, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Past Rape/Non-con, Threats of Rape/Non-Con, Gang Rape, Date Rape Drug/Roofies, Violence, Threats of Violence, Sexual Violence, Non-Consensual Violence, Threats, Death Threats, Heavy Angst, Sadism
Summary: Baekhyun and Jongdae should have never taken that old road and they shouldn’t have kept driving when it was so foggy. A lesson learned in listening to your instincts. Noncon af. The other members are NOT good people. Read tags and read at your own risk.
Kai watched as Daddy continued his assault on the skinny boy with the beautiful neck and cute puppy whimpers, still bound with his hands tied and eyes blindfolded. Daddy looked like he wanted to eat this one. Kai hoped it wouldn’t come to that.
“Baby, you whimper so pretty. Just as pretty as you are underneath all of this.” Daddy still hadn’t seen Baekhyun or Jongdae’s faces but it’s something he could tell by the smell of them. They smelled terrified and that was enough. “So slender. Full and delicate. I’m going to have so much fun with you later baby boy.” Daddy touched Baekhyun’s neck, giving it a brief squeeze, holding for a few seconds so Baekhyun’s breath would become erratic and his panic would set in. Daddy’s favorite part was always the fear. Fear and lust. Most of the ones they caught were purposed for entertainment, “to have a good time” Daddy would say. But some ended up for dinner - if they failed at entertaining their hosts. Daddy really doesn’t like boring guests.
“You’ll like our game sweet boys… won’t you?” He paused, waiting for an answer they didn’t know to give. “I said… “ Daddy grabbed Baekhyun’s face. Hard. “I said… you’ll like our game, won’t you boys?” Baekhyun cried out but shook his head. He was determined to make this easier on himself no matter how terrifying the situation was. Maybe he could make it out alive if he just cooperated. “This one will be a good boy.” Daddy states looking back at Kai and Chanyeol who stood there waiting for a command, dicks still semi-hard in their pants. “Let’s hope he’s as good a boy as you two were.” Proud at the sight of their hard-ons.
“But this one….” Daddy looked at the quiet one. The one with the kitten lips. He stayed still, almost like a mannequin. Or more like he was thinking how best to get out of there. Could he tell that Kyungsoo and Daddy were watching him, daring him to make a move? The other boys watched as well, hoping he wouldn’t. He was too pretty to put down so early. “I expect an answer from both of you. That means you too baby boy. You don’t want me to hurt you so soon, do you?” He smirked before diving in and deeply giving Jongdae a kiss through the cloth binding his senses. He was hungry for both of them already.
This woke Jongdae up. He shook his head just as fervently as Baekhyun had done moments ago. “Please don’t hurt me. Please… please don’t hurt either of us. We-we haven’t even seen your faces. We could just… You could just let us go. Drive us back and we’ll never mention it to anyone. We promise. Right, Baek-” He stopped himself. Jongdae was panicked for sure. Who wouldn’t be? But he wasn’t about to tell these vile excuses for humans either of their names.
“Baek-… You mean…” Daddy paused, pulling out Baekhyun and Jongdae’s Identification cards and turning them over in his hands, waiting to let the anticipation build. He sometimes had a flare for the dramatic. “Byun Baekhyun and… let’s see here.. Kim Jongdae. Born the same year? Curious. Maybe we can have fun with that later.”
Jongdae exhaled and Kyungsoo could read it. Disappointment. In himself. In the situation. Of course, these freaks had their identification cards. Jongdae was hoping the person that took Baekhyun and Jongdae had left them behind. He’d felt suspicious towards the “Sheriff” but what could he do, speed off, and get pulled over anyway? He had told Baekhyun to store their cards under the seat, out of direct eyesight, and Baekhyun had questioned but did it anyway. Implicit trust in each other. That’s what kept them alive all these years, even in their teen years when they were ready to jump off a bridge at a dare. They actually did it once, a lake below them, and a highway behind them. Well, Baekhyun was ready to just do it, whatever it was, and Jongdae was right there with him. Together. Always.
These “people” must have looked hard and found them anyway. This means they have practice. Jongdae and Baekhyun are NOT the first ones to come through here - and that makes his throat tighten and stomach turn. Jongdae had seen movies like this and they never let their victims go. This won’t end well. He knew that like he knew they should have pulled over when the fog rolled in. He didn’t listen to his better judgment then but he would now. He wasn’t one to brag unnecessarily but these backwoods pieces of filth were in no way smarter than him. The movies didn’t normally end well, but that wasn’t going to stop him from trying.
“Well boys, I’m pleased to meet you. My name’s Suho. You will call me Daddy unless I tell you otherwise. Chanyeol. Kai. Let’s get these boys inside.”
Baekhyun and Jongdae felt themselves being hoisted above the shoulders of two people who were definitely bigger than them like they were lifting feathers and not two males in their 20s. Baekhyun wanted to struggle but he knew it was pointless. If anything “Daddy” would discipline and he definitely didn’t want that.
“Now, let me explain how this will work” Daddy began as Chanyeol and Kai sat down the two smaller ones on a couch, still bound and blindfolded. “Take those blindfolds off now boys. Let’s see their pretty faces they’ve been hiding.”
We’ve been hiding? You sick fuck, YOU’RE the one who kidnapped us! Jongdae wanted to yell it from the top of his lungs but he knew that wasn’t smart. This situation and these ignorant people were already pushing his limits though and he was hoping he could maintain his composure. Baekhyun must have felt it because he moved his slender fingers toward Jongdae, finding his hand, and wrapping their fingers closely, giving Jongdae a small but comforting grip to let his best friend know he understood but to keep his calm. It wasn’t that Jongdae was violent by any means. He wasn’t. If anything he was a pacifist. It’s just that he has a smart mouth that can sometimes get the best of him and which he truly should not use now under any circumstances.
And Baekhyun knew this. He’d been friends with Jongdae since they were teetering around their parents’ house. Jongdae’s mom having been Baekhyun’s mom’s best friend since college. Sometimes these types of friendships don’t work out and it’s just the parents who are close. This wasn’t the case for them. Baekhyun and Jongdae were different. They got on well from the beginning, even before their first words and their bond only grew since then. It wasn’t that Baekhyun could feel Jongdae getting upset. It’s that he knew Jongdae so well. He knew his likes and dislikes, and Jongdae knew his. He knew the ins and outs of Jongdae’s mind that when this “Daddy” stepped over the line one too many times, Baekhyun knew. He knew Jongdae needed him and he knew exactly what the younger one needed. So he gave it to him. Freely.
“Awww look at the babies, how sweet they are together. Comforting each other like it matters.” Daddy snickered, clearly amused by the two small boys beneath him. He didn’t mind if they touched each other. He preferred it. They would, after all, be touching each other in many different ways tonight. “Go ahead. You can hold onto each other… for as long as you can.” He laughed hard at that. He seems to amuse himself a lot, Jongdae thinks, wondering if he can find a way to take advantage of that later. He scoots closer to Baekhyun, not letting their hands part, and lays his head on Baekhyun’s shoulder. Neither boys are sure how long they’ll be able to stay like this. For now, it’s enough.
“Innocent puppy and kitten.” Suho smiles. He can’t wait to see them wrecked, in tears. They’ll cry, beg, and moan before the night’s over. They all do.
“This gives me an idea. You see, I have two boys of my own that are close. One of them made puppy noises when I first got him. Chanyeol come here. And the other was a silent stoic type, a bit like our kitten there. Kyungsoo. And Kai… well baby, you like watching right? You don’t like to get your hands or your conscience dirty?” He didn’t let Kai answer. Daddy rarely let Kai answer. When they get toys and Daddy does this it means later Kai will be Daddy’s toy. Daddy used to say that he likes to marinate his meat. Working Kai up, not letting him have fun when he’s the one who got the boys, who discovered their IDs, and who brought them back, is doing exactly that. Letting Kai marinate in frustration so Daddy can work it out of him later.
“Chanyeol. Kyungsoo. I want you two to have fun with our little puppy and kitten here. You can bruise them, make them cry, gag them, and penetrate them with whatever you want. You understand?” They nod. Kyungsoo has been waiting to get his hands on that little kitten, the one whose anger was building before puppy boy calmed him down. He’ll bring it out of him, make him do something he’ll regret. “No scarring, which means no bleeding.” He looks at Kyungsoo… “And they have to stay conscious. Understood?” The boys nod again as Baekhyun and Jongdae squeeze each other tighter.
“I’m sorry.” Baekhyun whispers to Jongdae, regret deep in his voice. “I shouldn’t have pressed to keep going. I just… I didn’t want to lose hours because of that fog. We were supposed to make memories…” Jongdae can feel Baekhyun’s shoulders slump, guilt, and self-appointed blame taking over his small frame. It’s not his fault. He has to know that. But before Jongdae can respond, a figure clouds the light and takes rest at Baekhyun’s knees. “It’s okay Puppy.” He grabs Baekhyun’s chin, caressing it softly in rough hands. “Don’t worry, okay?“ The voice sounded sincere but something felt off. Baekhyun couldn’t place it but Jongdae could. He wanted to feel comforted, to believe that one of these men isn’t some deranged sicko bent on hurting Jongdae and him. Jongdae knew better, could sense what was coming. "My name’s Chanyeol and I’ll help you make memories tonight.”
“You will?” Baekhyun asks, looking up, eyes still blindfolded but an air of innocence pervading him.
“Yes sweetheart. I’ll help you make soo many memories tonight you will wish you could forget them.” Chanyeol’s grip tightens on Baekhyun’s face as his hand slides down towards his waist and onto his bulge, the smaller now feeling a sense of panic set in as Daddy laughs in the back and Jongdae balls his fist into a knuckle; a sight not unseen by Kyungsoo.
Jongdae reaches out, holding onto Baekhyun's hands, the warmth of his hands spreading to Baekhyun's own, and musters up a smile. “It’s okay Baek. We can do this. It’s you and me. Always. What can’t we do if we’re together?” Baekhyun nods, allowing Jongdae’s efforts to reassure him. “Just follow my lead hyung and kiss my forehead or hand to signal if you’re uncomfortable, okay? No matter what happens, I love you.”
Baekhyun smiles, tired but genuine. “I love you too Jongdae. It’s us, right? Together?”
Jongdae nods an affirmation before grabbing Baekhyun’s neck, bringing their lips together in a silent crash that has Baekhyun’s eyes widening as Jongdae parts the older’s mouth, tasting him without reserve. “You taste sweet Baekhyunie. Your taste fits your personality.” He kisses down Baekhyun’s mouth to his chin and slender neck, biting along the way gently as he lifts up the older’s shirt revealing soft skin, smooth and unblemished. Skin that he’s sure the others are making mental note of to twist, pull, bite, and mark. Skin they’ll want to make their own or at least leave an imprint that they’ve touched. But for now, this skin is Baekhyun’s and his own. Baekhyun too reaches out, unbuttoning Jongdae’s shirt, breath hitching at the intimacy of a moment he’d never imagine sharing with his best friend. Jongdae’s skin is smooth and unblemished like Baekhyun’s, both boys having small beauty marks that decorate their canvas. They take the liberty to kiss each other's freckled orchestration, careful and loving. Attentive. Gentle. Doting kisses along arms, hands, necks, anywhere skin, and vulnerability grant a touch.
It’s Baekhyun who goes down to his knees first, peppering kisses down Jongdae’s neck to his chest and stomach, pulling his pants down slowly but deliberately, fingers wrapped around the waistband sending shocks that shiver across Jongdae’s body. There’s a pause as Baekhyun and Jongdae acknowledge the moment of evolution in their relationship, one they can never take back, one they had to sacrifice by force. A silent avowal that their actions and this moment forward is a choice, both willingly submitting their bodies to the other. They take off Jongdae’s boxers together, hands clasping each others as Baekhyun wraps his lips around Jongdae’s length. Slowly. Deliberately. He moves Jongdae’s hands to his head, signaling for the contact that he knows Jongdae is craving. And Jongdae takes it. His fingers fasten their grip in Baekhyun’s hair as Baekhyun’s fingers tighten their grip on Jongdae’s thighs, stopping only momentarily to look up and tell Jongdae “You taste sweet Jongdae, like your personality.” They share a smile, their first one with some of the heaviness of the night removed. Jongdae moves Baekhyun’s head forward, gently, as Baekhyun bobs in and out, his tongue now licking strips up Jongdae’s length. Playful. Teasing. Alternating between teasing the tip and taking Jongdae in fully, both forgetting they’re entertainment; the focus being only each other. And so they continue. Jongdae’s hands in Baekhyun’s hair, never being too forceful with him. And Baekhyun licking, sucking, teasing Jongdae. They take their time with each other, savoring perhaps the only peaceful moment they'll have the entire night.
Once Baekhyun can tell Jongdae’s close, he takes him in as much as possible, as deep as possible, allowing Jongdae to control the speed of his own pleasure. He cums with Baekhyun on his knees, hands clasped to Jongdae’s thighs, his own hands gripping Baekhyun’s hair as he cums hard down the older's throat. He thinks it’s beautiful how Baekhyun takes everything he has to offer him, swallows affectionately, and rests his head on Jongdae’s thighs. He runs his hands through Baekhyun’s hair and bends down to kiss him gently, resting their heads together and waiting for the moment they both know is coming. xxx
