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.”
