The Lord of Twilight Manor | Ateez x Yeosang
Ateez x Yeosang Period au word count: 5k Top!Yeosang
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Located far from any city or town, rested a home like no other. A place so pristine only the richest of nobles could even dream of visiting. Roughly a two hour ride before another human came into sight, the estate was completely secluded per the lord’s request.
So what were they doing here?
Seven men, all from different backgrounds stood before its grand gates, each as confused or intrigued as the other while they stared at the Twilight Manor. The home or Lord Yeosang.
The first two to arrive were Kim Hongjoong and Park Seonghwa. The former was a rather stylish young man from a rich family in a kingdom not far from the manor. With his snow-white hair, unique style and lovable stature, he was a catch for any noble.
Seonghwa was the oldest of the seven guests and without a doubt, the most sought after. Tall, charming, silver hair and amazing charisma. A true beauty and a real pain to locals with the way he snatched suitors left and right.
Unlike the others who knew very little of each other, these two had met prior at a ball. It was a night of flirtatious banter and steamy exchanges that they had failed to speak of since. Their luggage was carried in as they made their way through the grand corridors, leaving them time to let their eyes wander.
Most of the hall was black, an occasional spot of white or red on various objects but for the most part, its palette was rather cold. It was called the Twilight Manor for a reason after all.
“Are we the only ones here?” Hongjoong wondered aloud, which only earned a shrug by the man beside him.
Both turned at the clicking of heels, hearing a new row of people enter the corridor. Some they had recognised like Jeong Yunho. He was an astounding performer from a well-known family of entertainers. He had even performed for a few of the people here today. A tall man filled to the brim with endless talent and an infectious smile, a pure delight.
Coming in next to him was Choi San, the closest any of them were to real royalty. Though he was far down the line, he was still very close with his royal relatives and connections to some very powerful people.
Song Mingi, the son of a council member in a prosperous, northern city. His innocence was charming and part of his mass appeal. Despite being extremely popular in his hometown, he refused to so much as find a suitor. Much to his parent’s disappointment.
The room quickly grew cautious when a boisterous blonde strutted into the room and all possessions were held close. Jung Wooyoung had arrived. A mischievous boy from a home of established criminal masterminds. He not only stole jewels but hearts as well. That was how he advertised himself at least.
Finally, Choi Jongho. The youngest of the group and most uninterested in this situation. He came from a much smaller family compared to the rest. His home was modest and his earnings, although large, weren’t enough to be considered impressive amongst the others. In truth, he had no clue why he was even there.
In fact, none of them did. The most they were told was that they wouldn’t be returning for a very long time.
San frowned, feeling a pair of eyes on him. “Nice necklace, sweetheart.” Said Wooyoung. He licked his lips like some sort of animal and smirked at the older boy, prompting him to take a step back.
“Hooligan,” Muttered Seonghwa. “At least do the rest of us a favour and stand a few feet away. I don’t like the scent of rats.” Wooyoung didn’t take any offence to this. He simply sauntered over to the nobleman, eyeing him up and down then lightly tugging at his ruffled collar.
“Does this bother you, Seonghwa?” He whispered in the older’s ear, earning a visible flinch from him. “You’re quite a pretty boy, huh? Bet you really know how to please a man. How much for one night?"
The trickster was quickly pulled away once Hongjoong noticed how uncomfortable the older man was. Even as he was yanked back, Wooyoung chuckled at the way Seonghwa frantically dusted off his shirt and collar as if he had just rolled around in a pile of dust. “Well, at least we know who the trouble maker will be…” Yunho mumbled to himself while fluffing up his light pink hair in a nearby mirror.
“Calm down everyone,” Hongjoong sighed once he was sure Wooyoung was a good distance away from Seonghwa. “It has hardly been five minutes and we are already bickering. Let’s remain civil, shall we?”
Mingi nodded in agreement and stopped glancing around to join the conversation. “He’s got a point. The least we can do is try to get along while we’re here.”
“That is going to be a little difficult when we don’t even know why we’re here…” Everyone turned to Jongho. Each glanced between one another before peering at the youngest as if he were some sort of alien that had appeared out of thin air.
“I’m sorry, who are you?” Inquired San, furrowing his brows and crossing his arms.
“More importantly, what are you?” Seonghwa continued, a clear sneer of disgust on his face.
Wooyoung groaned at his statement and with the shake of his head, said, “It’s a poor person Park. You need to get out more.” Jongho bit the inside of his cheek, clenching his fists. He couldn’t stand nobles like them, who believed status was everything and looked down on anyone who was deemed lesser for nothing. Not looking to get into a fight on the first day, all he could is suck it up and ignore it for now.
As much as he wanted to retort, a harsh breeze blew through the hallway that interrupted his flow of thoughts. Each of the boys shivered at the sudden feeling, curious as to where it even came from. Then slowly, the sound of clacking heels filled their ears.
“Ah, I see you’ve arrived.” They turned to the large, winding staircase, to see a young man standing at the top. His hair was pitch black, contrasting his pale blue eyes. As he made his way towards them, each of them couldn’t help but stop and stare. Who wouldn’t? He was absolutely breathtaking.
When he reached the bottom, the man overlooked each of them before he nodded in approval. “My name is Kang Yeosang, the lord of the Twilight Manor,” They all bowed to him respectfully and he hummed, a slight grin on his face. “Well mannered, I see. You will do nicely.”
Hongjoong stepped forward, careful not to get too close. “If I may ask, why are we here, my lord?” Yeosang tilted his head at such a question. Surely he was joking? He took a step closer to Hongjoong, pleased when the older male didn’t move away.
Slowly, he traced his finger down his perfectly shaped jawline, biting his bottom lip. His features were stunning. Seonghwa watched his movements with envy while the others held their breaths, unsure of the lord’s intentions. “You mean to tell me, none of you knows why you are here?” He chuckled when Hongjoong shook his head. “How amusing.”
Yeosang sent him back into line and stared them down as he said, “Each of your parents are in great debt to me. As such, I had given them one opportunity to offer me something worth my while.” They each understood immediately, their eyes going wide before he even had to continue. “It seems they chose to present you to me. I must say, I am rather impressed.”
“D-Does that mean…” Yeosang put a finger to Mingi’s quivering lips, smiling at him gently. Yet it did nothing to make what he said next any less unnerving.
“Yes. You all belong to me now. I own you.” Tears prickled in the younger’s eyes. Instead of consoling him, his near cry only fueled the lord to speak further. “You will live here. You will follow my rules and you will do as I say. Any objections?”
The room was silent, just the response he wanted. “Good. Each of you will be split into rooms. Hongjoong and Seonghwa will be together. So will Mingi and San, and Wooyoung and Yunho.”
It was then that Jongho cleared his throat, earning the lord’s attention. “And what about me?” He didn’t like the smirk forming on Yeosang’s face at his question and took a cautious step back.
“Every night, I will pick someone to sleep in my room. And tonight, I choose you.” Jongho gulped. The dark glint in his eyes worried him greatly. He was afraid of what he had in store but judging by his expression, he got a decent idea of his intentions.
With that established, he sent everyone on their way. “Be at my door in ten minutes,” Yeosang commanded Jongho. The younger could do nothing but nod at him, his head lowered in obedience.
Hongjoong and Seonghwa made it to their room first. It was rather luxurious but nothing they weren’t already used to. The staff had brought their belongings in earlier so now they were completely alone. “Are you surprised?” Seonghwa heard the younger man ask. He merely shrugged before sitting on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands.
“I am going to be completely honest, no.” He sighed. “I know my parents and though they often pay back their debts, I am well aware that this was a hefty one. I only hope they find a way to get me out of here.” Hongjoong sat down next to him, humming in agreement. He was surprised when Seonghwa slipped his hand under his chin and brought him closer. “In the meantime, why don’t we finish what we started at the ball?”
Hongjoong leaned closer to him, intoxicated by Seonghwa’s deep voice and appealing eyes. “We can’t…”
“And why is that? It’s only us. No one is around to hear.”
“We belong to the lord now, do you not remember? If he finds out we’ll be-” Seonghwa brought their lips together before he could finish. Hongjoong melted in the kiss in an instant, grabbing him by the neck and raking his hands through the older’s silver curly locks. It was rough and needy, picking right back up from their last meeting.
It was the kind of affection the two had craved and only one the other could satisfy.
“I don’t care,” Gasped Seonghwa once they broke for air. “I hated the way he touched you. The way he looked at you. When you’re supposed to be mine.” He brought him onto his lap, holding his hips firmly. Hongjoong could feel his erection through his pants, his face blushing madly.
The older male gripped his rear, earning whimpers of delight from his partner who pushed against his hands. “Seonghwa,” He whined as he rutted against his hips in desperation. They should stop, he knew that but God he just couldn’t resist this man.
“I need you Hongjoong. I need you now.”
Just outside the door, San moved away from his hyung’s room. He raised his brow, then smirked to himself. The lord wouldn’t be too happy to hear this, now would? He thought of going to inform Yeosang now but decided it would be best to wait. After all, now he had a bit of blackmail against them. See, San knew what Yeosang’s plans were for them. You don’t buy people just for a bit of company, no. Every home had its systems and place at the top and San intended to get there.
So he raced off to his chamber to inform his new roommate. When San entered, he slammed the door, startling Mingi who was setting up his wardrobe. “San!” He exclaimed, his hand on his chest to calm his raging breaths. “What in the world is your problem?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Replied the older, sending the brunette a cheeky wink. Mingi peered at him curiously. Yet simply San grinned at him, pushing back his platinum blonde hair as he sauntered over.
“Well? Are you going to tell me?”
“I don’t know. Do you deserve to know?” Mingi pouted at him, looking up at San with his adorable eyes.
“Please~” He rolled his eyes and pushed him away like he was disgusted by his actions.
“Fine. Just don’t do that again. I swear you could convince a killer to turn himself in with those eyes.” San glanced outside the door for a moment, then went back over to Mingi. “I heard Seonghwa and Hongjoong.”
“Doing… What?”
“Having sex Mingi!” San groaned. He hit the younger across the head, rolling his eyes at the way he whimpered. He then grabbed Mingi’s shoulders which caught him off guard and no matter how hard he tried to move away, he wasn’t released. “But listen to me. Don’t tell anyone else.”
“Why not? It’s not that big of a deal-” The wannabe prince smacked him across the head yet again, still ignoring his whines.
“It is! Think about it. The lord is obviously a very possessive person and the last thing he wants is competition. He has enough power to force our parents to sell us off to him. Imagine what else he could do? That’s the kind of fear you can dangle over someone. And that’s exactly what I intend to do.”
“Why on Earth would you want to do something like that?”
“You as a lot of dumb questions, you know that Song?” The blonde groaned. “Secrets make the world go round Mingi. And I’ve got one in the palm of my hand.”
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Jongho hesitated to knock on Yeosang's door. He was nervous, scared even, for what may happen once he was on the other side. His hesitance, however, was something highly unappreciated by the young lord. Jongho flinched when the grand bedroom doors angrily flew open, revealing a less than pleased Yeosang. "I said be here in ten minutes."
"I know but-"
"It's been eleven." Yeosang pulled Jongho inside, shutting the doors, locking them and placing the key on his dresser. He felt his body freeze as when the lord moved before him. "Well? Don't you think you should make it up to me?"
Jongho bit his lip, eyes scanning everything but the man’s expression. Arrogant… "How do you expect me to do that?"
Deliberately, Yeosang walked towards the boy who kept backing up, swallowing a lump in his throat when the back of his knees hit the bed's board. The raven-haired's hand gently pressed against his chest before he pushed him onto the mattress.
With feline-like gestures, he crawled over Jongho, elated by the lack of protest. "Submit yourself to me," He whispered, just before pulling him into a kiss. It was soft, lips meeting continuously, noses brushing past each other.
The exchange turned full of passion and lust, even though the two hardly knew each other. Jongho was startled as the shorter stroked his bottom lip with his tongue. He granted permission almost instantly, moaning in Yeosang's mouth, and the older man seized his hips, dragging him further against the sheets before interrupting to catch a breath.
The younger leaned up to continue, hypnotised by lust yet Yeosang pressed a finger to his lips. He travelled to his neck, biting and sucking on the soft flesh, leaving plenty of reddish marks for the others to see. "Oh~ Yeosang…”
“Go on sweetheart say it, and I will reward you well,” His thumb glided across his bottom lip, dipping tentatively past to tease him further. “Who do you belong to?”
“You, only you master.” Jongho had hoped that was what he wanted to hear, as his desperation was tightening his pants by the second and quickly becoming uncomfortable.
“Good boy.”
Yeosang praised him with a soft kiss to his forehead and the removal of his undergarments. He trailed a line of tender kisses along the younger's forearms, getting Jongho to relax under his touch and let go shyly, watching as Yeosang did away with his attire as well. Entirely.
“Master will take care of you, kitten.”
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They all gathered in the dining room the next morning. Several plates of heavenly food were already sitting out by the time they got there, exciting the hungry boys. Hongjoong went to sit next to Seonghwa but Mingi excitedly called him over to gush about all the beautiful cuisines. He sent the older an apologetic look then went to be with the eager brunette, leaving Seonghwa alone with San.
"Nice bruises, Choi." Yunho snickered when the youngest of the group limped in. Jongho kept his face down in embarrassment and attempted to sit next to Wooyoung but the trickster wasn’t having it.
"What do you think you're doing?" He spat. "Your place is at the far end of the table, away from us, pauper." The others chuckled quietly to themselves as Jongho placed himself at the edge of the dining table, away from the rest just as Wooyoung said. If only to save himself the headache.
"Be nice guys," Chided Mingi, his voice firm yet still gentle. He wasn’t one to sneer at those beneath him but it seemed his sentiments were ignored. Most either jeered the youngest boy or paid him little mind.
"Those bruises look good on you Jongho," San said with a smirk. "No better than a brothel whore, huh?" Jongho glanced down. He could feel his face grow warm in embarrassment and despite how he tried to cover his neck with his collar, their remarks didn’t stop as Wooyoung sooned chimed in.
"Bet you showed the lord a fun time. Mind giving us a round next? After all, it’s the low life sluts who always give the best service."
"Quiet you. You'll fuck anything that moves. I heard of the way you cornered the cook after our arrival." Wooyoung only grinned at Yunho's comment. He leaned on his hand and smirked, saying,
"And look what good it did us? All my favourite foods per request." Each of them eyed him as if he had a death wish. He wouldn’t seriously fuck the chef, would he?
"Just wait until the lord finds out, you'll be in deep trouble."
A slight leer formed on San's face. He leaned towards Seonghwa, earning a questionable look from the older man who felt his personal space be violated with how close he was. "Such a shame. Could you imagine doing something like that behind the lord's back? Well, I'm sure it wouldn't be too difficult for you and Hongjoong."
"How did you-"
The grand doors to the dining hall slammed open. In stormed Yeosang and before anyone could greet him had already stalked over to Wooyoung. He clamped his hand over his neck and pulled him back. His head hit the crown of his chair, the whimpers coming from him doing nothing to earn sympathy from the lord. "Perhaps I failed to make myself clear," He whispered, his voice low and frightfully intimidating. "But you belonged to me and only me. Did you think my staff wouldn't tell me?"
Wooyoung yanked himself out of Yeosang's harsh grip and stood to his feet. "And what are you going to do about it? Bring me to your room tonight?" He taunted with a cocky grin. The lord glared him down. He suddenly grabbed Wooyoung's arm and stared him dead in the eye.
"Now."
"W-What?" He didn't get to ask any further questions before he was dragged off. Yeosang had a surprisingly firm grip that Wooyoung could hardly fight off. The others could do nothing as he got pulled away, left in either pure shock or amusement.
"Serves him right," Jongho muttered. "He was gentle with me, but I know he’s about to get his ass destroyed." Seonghwa saw the way Hongjoong gulped and was starting to think last night was a mistake. Especially since someone caught them.
He turned to San, glaring at his cheeky smirk. "So, what do you want from me? Is it money?"
"Oh please, I don't need your money. I just need you to come when I call you. Oh! I'll even get a little bell and summon you like the little bitch you are." For once, Seonghwa wished he could put away his manners and etiquette if only to slap this wannabe prince across the face. He kept himself composed, however, and nodded reluctantly.
He ignored the glee on San's face by picking up his fork and starting to eat. His eyes travelled to Hongjoong. The younger was quietly conversing with Mingi and Yunho but he could tell he was nervous. He could only pray he didn’t get the younger man in trouble.
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It was around eleven-thirty when Wooyoung shuffled into his and Yunho's shared room. An entire hour and a half after breakfast. The older smirked at him and chuckled when Wooyoung collapsed on his bed. "Well, have you learned your lesson?" His only response was a heavy groan from the younger boy. "How did it go?"
"Master please! L-Let me cum!"
"Dirty sluts don't deserve to cum." Yeosang only drilled into the poor boy harder. The moment they entered the room he tossed him on the bed, stripped him and pounded into him mercilessly. No lube. No prep. Just a simple spit and slap to his ass. "So tight~ Did the cook not loosen you up enough? Little whore.” He laughed. “Who do you belong to?"
"You master! Only you!"
"My ass has never been in so much pain in my entire life," Whined Wooyoung. "I hate bottoming!" Yunho rolled his eyes at his whiny attitude. He couldn't believe he had to share a room with someone who couldn't even handle a dick in his hole. He got up and slapped Wooyoung's butt, chuckling at how firm it was whilst the younger whimpered.
He found it funny how easily both Jongho and Wooyoung gave into Yeosang’s advancements. Unlike them, Yunho knew that if he was called for, he would show the lord a good time and be on top while he didn’t. There was no way on Earth he was just going to submit himself to someone without a fight.
It was strange. It had only been one day and two of them were already his, whatever that meant. As for the others, Yunho wasn’t too sure what they were planning. Chances are San was going to get into Yeosang’s pants as soon as possible, since he was known for sleeping with nobles to obtain his “connections''. Mingi seemed willfully naive but was certainly firm in his wish to remain single. Then there were the oldest two. Hongjoong had an impressive poker face, never truly faltering. Seonghwa was uptight and held himself high above the rest yet the only time he ever seemed to relax was when he looked at Hongjoong. Yunho had seen that look a hundred times over.
It was longing. A very one-sided desire. Now, Yunho didn’t care much for anyone else in the house but he found this interesting and would definitely keep an eye on those two.
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Night fell on the group’s second day at the manor. Yeosang was surprised at their compliance with the entire situation. Though it didn’t necessarily leave him at ease. It had him sceptical of any of their ulterior motives if anything. Nothing in life comes this easy after all. So he wasn’t the least bit surprised when San entered the young man’s study that evening. The blonde was dressed in a silk rope, most likely nothing underneath.
The garment was thin and navy blue, leaving little to the imagination. The sweet sight of his legs and his dolled up face did excite him but Yeosang would keep his expressions neutral for now.
He raised his brow at the attire, looking at him curiously as San strutted over. “How many I help you, San?” The younger placed himself on Yeosang’s lap, an action the lord didn’t condemn yet didn’t necessarily invite either.
“I thought you might like some company,” He replied. There was an innocent smile on his face but Yeosang could see right through it. His finger traced his cheek, trailing down to San’s pretty pink lips. The dark eyeshadow really enhanced his visuals but he was hardly moved.
“Adorable. However, I do not remember my study having an open door policy.”
“Then why was the door unlocked?” San snaked his arms around Yeosang’s neck, straddling himself comfortably just above his crotch. He smirked at the way his movements were watched with such intrigue. “Is it because you were waiting for me?”
Slowly, he moved his ass across Yeosang’s clothed member, happy to see that at least his body was reacting. His movements were stopped, however, when the lord grabbed his hips and tugged San’s chin in his direction. “Such a tease you are,” He muttered in his ear. San wasn’t given a chance to respond before Yeosang yanked his rope off and tossed it to the ground. He shivered at the intrusion of cold air on his bare body. “And here I thought Wooyoung was the slut.”
Yeosang shoved San to the ground then undid his pants. “You want your masters' attention? Well, now you’ve got it.”
San gulped at his size. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting but it certainly wasn’t that. How… How is that going to fit-
His face was pushed towards the older’s cock, hardly giving him a moment to process what was happening. Even still, he opened his mouth obediently and took Yeosang’s entire length in his mouth at once. He was given little time to adjust to his size and immediately, the lord’s hips forward, a smirk forming on his face at the way San choked. “Fucking whore. I bet you’d let everyone in the estate use you.”
San hummed on his cock, light tears of pleasure running down his face. His tongue swirled around the tip before it was harshly shoved towards the back of his throat. He gagged on the mixture of saliva and salty precum in his mouth but didn’t complain. He heard Yeosang groan, muttering how he was close. Yet before San could finish him off, he was yanked back up. “I hope you don’t think that was it,” He said, much to the blonde’s confusion.
He gasped when he was placed on Yeosang’s lap, just above his cock. “W-Wait! I’m not prepped.”
“How unfortunate.” The younger male screamed out when Yeosang slammed him down. “Bounce.” He ordered. “I don’t care if you bleed.” San swallowed and did as he was told. He never liked riding dry and felt the tears gather in his eyes from the pain of not being stretched. For a brief moment, Yeosang looked at him softly. He connected their lips, allowing San to melt in the kiss to get him to relax.
Yeosang placed his hands on San’s hips and helped him move. It was stiff and sloppy yet still managed to be satisfying even if it was only for one of them. The blonde threw his head back, his face scrunching with pain from every jostle on Yeosang’s cock. “Master,” He moaned. “Hurts. Hurts so bad!”
“You’re fine.” He thrust into him, earning loud cries that were surely heard around the house. Yeosang didn’t care who he woke up as long as San understood his place. He smacked the blonde’s ass and commanded him to go faster. “Disappointing. I could find a slut off the street who could do better than you.” He spat.
San whimpered and tried to do better in response. The stinging in his legs was almost unbearable and he could feel himself give out but he wanted so desperately to make his master cum. He wanted to be filled with his seed. “Gonna make you cum master, I can do it!” Yet Yeosang only scoffed at his determination.
“Stupid boy. You can barely suck me off properly. Now you want to make me cum?” San nodded, panting like a bitch in heat as he bounced wildly on Yeosang’s dick. The stone-cold, bored expression he received was enough for him to know he had failed.
He whimpered and laid his head against Yeosang’s chest, still grinding down on him in search of his own orgasm. “M’ gonna cum,” He whined pathetically. “Gonna cum from your big cock master!”
Yeosang wasn’t moved by the quiet sobs coming from the other boy. The lord gripped his hips harshly enough to bruise them and fucked into him to utterly abuse his prostate. “Then cum Sannie,” He whispered. “Cum like the little whore you are.” A high-pitched whine left San’s mouth, ringing through the room, once he came all over Yeosang lap.
Within a second, he felt himself give out and he fell limp against him.
The older male sighed and lifted him into his arms bridal style. He wrapped him back in his robe and carefully carried him back to his room. When he arrived, Mingi was reading a book, startled to see Yeosang standing there with an unconscious San in his arms.
He laid him down and tucked him under his blanket. Yeosang bent down and kissed San on his forehead, watching as his eyes fluttered open. “Don’t bother me unless I request you. You are not royalty here. Work your way to me and if you try something like this again, I won’t hesitate to teach you a proper lesson.”
The scary part was that he smiled just after, leaving nothing but chills for San. Yeosang then walked off, he glanced towards Mingi, giving him a nod, then blew out the candles to leave them alone in the darkness.
“San…?” Mingi whispered carefully. “Are you alright? What happened?”
San turned to him. He looked haunted and utterly wrecked. He had never met a person who was immune to his charms. A strange sense of dread filled his stomach at the realisation that he really wouldn’t get what he wanted while he was here.
“We’re not going home any time soon…”