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Sergio Act two, Chapter one

Han Seok had been living with his brother for two weeks now. And he could honestly say that he wished for Italy. He wished to go back to the pain of home. The pain of living with his Master. The passive aggressive abuse of Han Seo was far worse than the outright abuse of his Master. Han Seo could change at the drop of a hat. One moment smiling, the next beating him. It scared Han Seok how much Han Seo emulated a younger him.

He'd tried leaving, several times. But every time he left Han Seo’s property he was swiftly returned and then beaten. He was physically stronger and larger than Han Seo. He could fight if he wanted to. He knew this deep down. But ten years of slavery had gotten rid of his fighting instincts. Plus with the added incentive of Han Seo controlling whether his Master's mother lived or died, Han Seok didn't dare fight the younger man.

"Han Seo, what would you like for dinner?" Han Seok’s voice shook as he stood in front of his younger brother. 

"Hmm. Just get us some ramen tonight. I have work to do. I like buldak." Han Seok bowed, internally groaning. His brother loved asking for spicy food for dinner. It seemed like one of the small ways he tortured him.

Han Seok was quick about making the ramen for the two of them before heading back to his brother’s office and sitting the two bowls on the desk. He sat in front of his brother's desk and began picking at his food. "Han Seo, I'm not really hungry tonight…"

"Eat. Or I'll shove it down your throat, hyung."

"Yes, Han Seo…" Han Seok muttered. He picked up his chopsticks and began scarfing down his food, hoping that eating it quicker would make the pain easier to deal with.

Spicy food was much more painful coming up then down and Han Seok’s body was even less able to handle the spices than it had been ten years ago. One of the only upsides of living with his brother was that he could use the bathroom when he needed to whenever. 

Han Seo was a bitter man. Han Seok understood that fully. But he also knew that he had paid his penance to his brother for lifetimes to come. Han Seok was a sinner in his youth and would pay for his mistakes for the rest of his life. 

“Brother. I'm in the mood for a game.” Han Seok’s heart dropped to his stomach and he let his head fall. 

“What type of game, dongsaeng?” He replied cheerfully, tears welling in his eyes. 

“Hmm, let's play hide and seek? I'll give you an hour to hide. If I don't find you within the hour, you're safe!”

“And… if you find me?” 

“I'll beat you black and blue.” Han Seo smiled at him charmingly. “Sound fun? Should we play?”

Han Seok fell to his knees, knowing that nothing would come from this, but needing to try. “Please! Please Sir! I-”

“It'll be fun, Han Seok. You used to love this game after my mother died. Remember?” The sins of an unpunished child, an arrogant young man, coming back to haunt him. “Now. Stand. Let's play! I'll go to the kitchen. I'll count to 100. You may leave the house. Good luck.” 

Han Seok is shooting to his feet and running for the door before the end of his brother's sentence. He knows it's for naught. His brother is one of the most influential men In Korea. While many in his company think him incompetent, he has connections working for him everywhere. Han Seok will be found. 

Anyone could be working for his brother. The cabbie he begs to take him to Geumga Plaza might even be working for him. The cabbie takes pity on him, from his disheveled appearance and bruises, speeding there in record time. Han Seok apologies that he cannot pay but the woman waves him off. 

He runs into the building, heading for Jirupagi. He's so, so close. So close… when he runs into a wall of men by Park Seokdo. He falls to his knees for the second time that day. “Please…! Please just!”

Seokdo looks at him regretfully before shaking his head. Han Seok briefly considers running through the group of men, but he's had all craziness beaten out of him years ago by Vincenzo Cassano. His shoulders slump and he sinks into the ground, head hung. 

He's still kneeling, ten minutes later, when his brother turned Master approaches. He flinches when he feels his ring clad hand land on his shoulder. His brother leans down to whisper gleefully into his ear. “I found you.”

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Sergio Chapter six, pt 2

Han Seok eats his lunch slowly, making sure to not finish before the Consigliere. "Sergio." He flinches and the man smirks. "Go shower. I want you." He stays frozen in his seat for a moment longer before standing, bowing to his Master.

Han Seok hurries to their apartment so he can finish his shower before Vincenzo makes his way to his bedroom. He practically rips his clothes off himself and grabs the lube in his drawer to finger himself open in the shower.  He turns the shower boiling hot, hoping that will be enough to numb him to the pain in his mind.

After washing himself thoroughly, he pops the cap of the lube and squeezes a good amount onto one finger. He reaches back to circle his rim, pushing in slowly. He adds fingers methodically, careful not to turn this into a masturbation session. After four fingers he deems it enough and hops out of the shower. He steps into his room, connecting to the bathroom, and grabs a large shirt. Large enough to pool around his thighs, which are thick from dragging bodies to be buried in Italy's vineyards.

He walks to his Master's room, gets comfortable in his bed, and promptly falls asleep. His Master likes fucking him awake, after all.

About an hour later he's woken by his own whimpers. Vincenzo grabs his hips and fucks into him roughly, making him glad he prepped before he came to his bedroom. The man uses him like a sex doll, ignoring his sleepy whines and attempts to get away from him. "Be still, Sergio." The man orders in Italian.

He stills himself as best as he can but cannot fully stop the struggle. "Sir, please!" 

"What have I told you about that whining, Sergio?"

Han Seok says nothing, drool pooling at the side of his mouth as he's fucked. Vincenzo grips him brusingly and Han Seok knows that tears fall freely from his eyes. He does nothing to chase his own orgasm. Only lies there, still.

"Fuck. Amore, you are wonderful." Han Seok chokes on a sob at the term of endearment and that's all Vincenzo needs to hear to push him over the edge. Vincenzo pulls out of him before moving to kneel in front of Han Seok’s face. "Clean me up." Han Seok leans up, licking lube and cum off of Vincenzo’s cock. The man twitches in his mouth but doesn't get hard again. When he's clean Han Seok pulls off and looks down. The man grips Han Seok by the jaw, tilting his face upwards. Han Seok closes his eyes tightly, surprised but also not by the harsh slap that follows.

Vincenzo scoffs at the whimper that leaves Han Seok’s lips. "Go clean up. We have another meeting with the tenants." Han Seok struggles to stand from the bed, only for Vincenzo to shove him off. He sighs and uses his strength to get from the floor and go to take his third shower of the day. 

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Sergio Chapter six, pt 1

Han Seok stood outside of Jirupagi. He felt the need to explain for some reason. Mr. Hong and his paralegal had been nothing but kind to him the night before. They seemed to fight for "justice." Maybe he was also there to ask for help. Being a slave… being a slave was not a life he wanted to live. He was back in his homeland finally and now was his chance to seek solace. 

He knocked briefly on the door before entering it. A young woman stood there raging at Mr. Hong, who looked at her impassively with a raised eyebrow. "Cha Young… we have guests. Come back later."

"I-" She sputtered. "I am your daughter, tell your "guest" to wait!"

"Not for long you won't be… Sergio, how can I help you?" The man turned a genuine smile to Han Seok and he bowed, smiling back. Han Seok walked to sit in front of the lawyer and gestured for a piece of paper. The man handed it to him and he nodded in thanks. 

'I need a lawyer's help, Mr. Hong.' He wrote, underlining help for emphasis.

"Why? What can I help you with?" The man’s gentle face turns down in a frown and he leans forward in his chair. 

"Dad!" They both ignore the woman as she works herself into another fury.

'I need to seek asylum in Korea.'

"I thought you were from Korea? You said you studied at SNU?"

'What do you know about human trafficking?' Han Seok asked him instead of answering. 

Mr. Hong's eyes widen in shock and he takes a moment to breathe before answering him. 'Are you safe?' The man writes.

'No. Do not trust Vincenzo Cassano.' Han Seok warns. 'Shred this paper.'

"I think I can help, Mr. Cassano! Just a simple fender bender?" Han Seok gives a relieved smile and nods as he watches Mr. Hong shred the paper.

The two settle into a simple conversation with Mr. Nam joining to translate the KSL. The comfortable mood is ruined by the door opening. "Sergio, come." Vincenzo gives a tight smile to the others in the room, bowing his head. Han Seok leaps to his feet, bowing to the lawyer and paralegal.

"Sir?"

"We need to visit the women's correctional facility. You may wait outside."

"Yes, Sir."

Han Seok looks at the IPhone 11 Vincenzo had bought him. Technological advances never fail to amaze him. He types in his brother’s number, as he has many times before. He just doesn't understand why his brother sold him into slavery. He knows he was a bad brother. Took it too far with violence. Insinuated to his brother about crimes he'd committed. But if his brother was so scared he could have thrown him into a hospital for the criminally insane. 

Han Seok never wants to proclaim his own innocence in the situation. He was a bad man. He deserved punishment. Did he deserve a lifetime as a slave to a Consigliere? He's repented. Lord has he. If he could go back and beg for Han Seo’s forgiveness he would. He sets the phone down to wipe away the tears streaming down his face. He deletes his brother's number from the search bar and instead turns to one of his phone games.

The knocks on the window are sharp and get him out of the trance Animal Crossing has put him in. He unlocks the door and steels himself for the hand sure to come flying his way. When it doesn't come, he turns to face his Master. He looks sad. Han Seok can't say the sight doesn't fill him with joy. "Sir?"

"Take me home. I'm hungry."

"Yes, Sir."

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Vincenzo kdrama fic

Jang Han Seo woke up today. For the first time in six years the man is conscious enough to speak with someone else.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42363390