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"Fly me to the moon...let me play, among the stars..."

The Front man hums to himself, admiring the silver colored Glock in his hand playfully. His pace is almost joyful, yet professional. Gihun alludes the Front man's posture to that of a businessman about to seal a business deal with a client. Typical, Gihun thinks to himself, that after observing gallons of bloodshed between helpless players who have lost everything and guards who do nothing but take advantage of it, the Front man would be joyous about it. Gihun tries to ignore his hatred towards the Front man by letting his mind wander elsewhere, while mindlessly letting the guards drag him up the stairs at a steady pace, but every time he thinks of something other than how much he wants to blow the Front man's brains out, he only gets more upset about losing his friends. This tyrant had taken so much from him, that all Gihun can think as he listens to this psycho hum to himself and occasionally whistle, is the many ways he could kill him, with or without weapons.

The Front man stops some ways up the steps, a few feet away from the security room, and turns to Gihun. Gihun sees nothing but a mask that enrages him to no end. The pink guards stop in their tracks and hold Gihun in place. The grip they have on his arms bruises his skin. After the revolution was over and Gihun was captured, the guards were ordered to keep him from "slipping away". The Front man, however, holds out his free hand to Gihun. He holsters the Glock and waves the guards away silently. The guards cock their heads in confusion, since they can't express their confusion with their own face, but the Front man waves them off again, insistently. The guards then let go of Gihun and promptly leave, leaving the Front man and Gihun alone. In a distorted voice, the Front man turns to Gihun and says, "Come. You and I need to talk."

Gihun rolls his eyes and flippantly replies, "What do you want from me? Haven't you taken enough?" He then rubs his arms gently while keeping his eyes on the Front man. Gihun never trusted the Front man before but now that he wanted to be alone with him, he definitely didn't trust him anymore. The Front man lets out a small chuckle from his voice. "Apparently not." the garbled, harsh voice erupts. Gihun is puzzled but still wary, adrenaline coursing through his limbs to the point where it overwhelms him. To remain calm, however, he ignores it.

The Front man leads Gihun further towards the security room. As they approach the door, the Front man turns around to face Gihun head on, and clasps his hands at his waist. Gihun stands still, defeated and disheveled in his posture. "Seong Gihun, you are by far my favorite, favorite player. But please, don't tell anyone." The Front man garbles, small chuckles decorating his words. Gihun is perturbed by this small detail and fears for his life even more. Gihun can only perceive that a psycho would run these games, but what kind of psycho would have a favorite player? "What do you mean by that?" Gihun questioned angrily, gritting his teeth in an attempt to remain calmer than he felt. The Front man tilted his head to the side and stepped down from the door to get closer to Gihun. "The moment I first saw you, you were this worthless excuse for a human being with millions in debt. You had no reason to keep going, yet somehow, you convinced others in the games that your life was worth keeping." The Front man says, raising his left gloved hand up to Gihun's chin. He gently caresses the underside of his chin with his fingertips, causing Gihun to stiffly turn his head away. Swiftly, however, the Front man brings Gihun's gaze back to his own. As the Front man stares him down through the eyes in his mask, Gihun tries to make out any detail of the Front man's face that he can. Just in case.

"You made it all the way to the end. You had the world in your hands, along with forty five billion won." The Front man states, now cupping Gihun's face with his thumb and index finger. The Front man lifts his face upwards, while Gihun allows him to do so even though the lump in his throat is so large it could envy a boulder. Gihun's neck is exposed, as the rest of his body shakes in a newfound fear that Gihun now has. Gihun physically can't watch his every move anymore, as he is forced to either look up at the ceiling, or down at the Front man through his eyelids. "Now, I'll ask you one more time, Gihun. Why didn't you get on that plane?" the Front man asks, his tone getting a little more frustrated, passionate even. But not angry.

Gihun, however, is pushed past his limit. He feels threatened even further than before, which releases a surge of adrenaline within him that he is frozen rigid from the effects of. His arms lay dormant next to his sides, as he did not want to make any sudden movements while alone and unarmed with a man holstering a glock. But now that the Front man had asked him a provoking question, and had Gihun's face in his hand, Gihun slowly raised a hand up to the gloved hand holding his own face, and held the wrist gently. "Simple." Gihun began, glaring up at the Front man with animosity. "I wanted to fuck you over myself. The way you did to me." Gihun finishes, a gentle but sly smirk crawling onto his face. The sudden thought has come to his mind that whether the next moment resulted in him living or dying, he still put up a decent fight despite it all. He finally realized that as long as you're fighting for what you love, it's better to have loved and lost, than to never have loved at all.

"Is that so?" the Front man asks, seemingly intrigued. The Front man smiles under his mask and gets his face closer to Gihun. "God...fuck...I can smell the fear on you, Gihun." the Front man groans, inhaling between his exclamations and raising his gaze up to the security camera above them. The Front man then nods to the camera. Gihun is visibly confused. Not only can he tell his facade isn't working on the Front man, he also is confused by every action he has taken since the surrender. This was not the encounter Gihun was expecting upon meeting the Front man face to face.

Moments after, the Front man gently leads Gihun down the stairs. Before Gihun can protest, the Front man speaks again. "Follow me. Clearly, you're only here for me. So let's dance. I have the perfect room for it." the Front man tells him. Gihun opens his mouth to speak, but quickly swallows his words as he's forcefully led by the Front man further down the stairs. Gihun forces himself into silence as he's once again led to another place he knows nothing about.

After a brief, silent walk, the Front man gently leads Gihun into his watch room. The room where he relaxes and watches the security cameras as the players fight to the death to survive. The Front man nudges Gihun into the room, then files in behind him and locks the door behind them. The click of the latch made Gihun jump violently. The Front man noticed this and placed his hands on Gihun's shoulders softly. "Don't worry, I'm not like the guards, I'm much gentler with my toys." he assures him, stroking his arms very slowly and carefully. Gihun becomes more disturbed by the Front man's comments, but chooses to gather his surroundings in a last ditch hope to find a way out of this choke hold. Gihun stares forward at his surroundings. There's a large chair with an end table just feet away from him, the end table holding cigarettes and alcohol. In front of those is one of the largest screens Gihun had ever witnessed, showing a camera of the bunks and who's left in them, cowering in fear. He notices Daeho and Hyunju in a corner. "DAEHO! HYUNJU! THEY MADE IT!" Gihun exclaimed. The Front man lets Gihun get closer to the chair and follows behind him.

"Yes. Good eye, Gihun." the Front man sarcastically commented. Gihun glared back at him, then turned his full body to the Front man again. "What are you planning to do with them, Front man?" Gihun demanded the answer by his voice. Without another word, the Front man walks over to the table where the remote lies and picks it up, then switches the TV off. He then sets his record player to Billie Holiday, "Crazy He Calls Me". "Gihun," the Front man begins, slipping his gloves off and softly placing them on the table, "do you remember when my recruiter approached you for the first time?" the Front man asks Gihun, who's frozen in one spot and staring into space. "I remember it like it was yesterday. It was the day you fucked my life up for good." Gihun remarked angrily, avoiding the Front man's intense masked gaze.

"Ah, but remember Gihun, you came here on your own volition. You chose to be here. I didn't fuck your life up, you did. That is the beauty of all of this." the Front man tells Gihun, standing to the side near the table and giving Gihun space to think. Immediately in response, Gihun snaps. "YOU TOOK ADVANTAGE OF ME! YOUR LOWLIFE RECRUITER KNEW I WAS BROKE AND DESPERATE FOR CASH, YOU DEPRAVED PSYCHO MOTHERFUCKER!" Gihun yells, tears streaming down his face and his cheeks flushing. The Front man stays silent during his outburst, and quietly, he replies, "Did you seriously come all the way back here just to get back at me? HUH? WAS IT YOUR PLAN TO SACRIFICE YOUR FRIENDS FOR A LITTLE VENGEANCE, SEONG GIHUN?" the Front man progressively got louder in his response. Gihun was taken aback. The Front man continued.

"Gihun, at this point you have tread too far into the water and there is no turning back now. You are officially in a place where I cannot let you return from, or I will have to kill you. As I said, Gihun, you are my favorite. I really don't want to see that happen. But you have given me no choice." The Front man explained in a sinister tone, drawing a small pocket knife from a hidden place on his jacket. Before Gihun could notice, the Front man was already behind him. Swiftly, the Front man pushes Gihun against the back of the chair and bends him over it. The wind is knocked out of Gihun as his head is brought upwards by a strong grip on his hair. Gihun grips the parts of the leather chair beneath him to gain his balance. The Front man points the blade of the knife towards his throat. "Of course, since we are both at a dead end, I suppose there's no harm in having a little fun." the Front man admits, quickly unclasping his mask with his right hand.

Gihun still can't see his face, but he watches as the Front man places the mask in the seat in front of them both. Gihun stares down at the face of the mask in abysmal shock, he had never seen the mask off of his face before. He especially had never seen his face either. This felt like the perfect moment to fight, to give it everything he had left, for just a moment. But after realizing how strong the Front man's grip was, and how forceful the blade to his throat was, he knew better than to risk it.

The Front man stands up straight, and gently aligns his hips with Gihun's. Holding the small knife, the Front man's hands wander downwards, tracing Gihun's figure ever so gently. With a sigh of relief and a strong grip of Gihun's left shoulder blade with his right hand, the Front man unclasps his mask and reveals his true voice after releasing a proud laugh. "You look exactly like the scared, pathetic Gihun I knew all those years ago..." he proudly stated, causing Gihun's face to contort into an expression of betrayal and sorrow. He recognized the voice immediately, his body now shaking and almost buckling at the knees from the shocking information. "Y-Young Il?"

Young Il smiled more evilly, slightly biting his lower lip as he inhaled that stutter. "There it is." Young Il sighs after breathing in Gihun's fear. Gihun's breath quickens, his heart beat picks up even faster. The adrenaline comes back, even more intense than before. As it fills and fills, Gihun starts to feel it surge through his captured limbs, his body no longer shake and his arms no longer feel pinned. Somehow, he feels light as a feather, and in this moment, he uses it to make one final attempt to escape Young Il's grasp. Quickly, Gihun wraps his leg around one of Young Il's and attempts to sweep it out from under him. In retaliation, Young Il slashes Gihun's t-shirt sleeve with the knife. An inch deep cut erupts, spitting blood from Gihun's left shoulder. Gihun hisses in pain and makes another attempt to push Young Il back by throwing his whole body weight backwards into his body. It works, as Young Il gets pushed back, but only slightly. Gihun manages to headbutt Young Il in the mouth, however.

"Did all that adrenaline catch up to you now?" Young Il asked teasingly, touching his lips and feeling for an injury. Young Il's lips did manage to crack and bleed a little, leaving a few drops of his own blood on Young Il's fingertips. Gihun heaves his breaths, holding his shoulder as his shirt soaks up more blood. "That track suit never looked so hot on someone until now...fuck..." Young Il gasped, unfastening his own gray jacket and throwing it to the side. Gihun freezes, he has no idea what to do next, he had never been in this room, or known about it until this moment. He saw no obvious exits besides the one behind Young Il, and felt that even if he did he would immediately be cornered. Young Il is a lot stronger than Gihun originally thought. He also has eyes everywhere, and his army is huge.

Young Il smiles, staring at Gihun lovingly as he approaches him and throws him down, causing him to hit the ground on his side with his cut shoulder. He tries to catch himself on his forearm and ends up with a nasty bruise in minutes. Gihun whines in pain, sucking in his teeth at the double dose pain on the same side. He coughs a little from the extra wind taken from him as well. "Are you done, Gihun?" Young Il asks.

Suddenly, like a lightning bolt, an idea strikes Gihun's mind. "Young Il...let's cut a deal." Gihun pleads, holding a hand up to Young Il. He wasn't flinching, but he knew he had to set that physical boundary for that second, just to propose one last game. He figured since Young Il appeared to be the Front man, he must love deals, and especially games. Young Il thinks for a moment, then concedes. "Alright, Gihun, I'll hear you out. What are you thinking?" he asks.

Gihun takes a deep inhale, and calculates his risk. He knows he is cowering in front of and surrendering to a psychotic murderer. Who, for some strange reason, has a strong affinity for his body. Knowing that this enemy was also once his friend, a person he trusted dearly and admired slightly, he would have loved this fight had it been under a different circumstance. Despite the casualties and the terror this man had caused Gihun up until this moment, Gihun couldn't help but feel aroused by the constant rush.

"When your recruiter played ddakji with me all those years ago, he said I could pay with my body if I lost. Well, I don't want to play games anymore. Can I just pay with my body?" Gihun asked, looking upwards at Young Il with frightened, lustful eyes. Young Il furrows his brow in interest. He kneels down to Gihun's level and holds his face again. He smirks and gazes between his eyes and his lips. "The returning champion wishes to stop playing, but still wants to pay with his body." Young Il declares, casually holding his knife to Gihun's cheek. "What does he want in return?" Young Il asks, tracing a jagged heart with the tip of the blade on Gihun's face. Gihun winces as the blade scrapes his skin.

"I want everyone else here to live. Whether you continue the games or not afterwards, I don't care. But everyone here gets out of here. I didn't fight my way up to this room for fucking nothing." Gihun demands, tears rolling down his face again, his hands and legs shaking slightly from holding his weight under Young Il's pressure.

Young Il's expression turns from one of playfulness to frustration in a split second. "You just don't get it, do you?" Young Il asks. He licks his lips in contempt. "Let me spell it out for you, Gihun. These people are here because they chose to be. CHOSE. TO. BE. HERE. You are not doing them any favors or helping them by sacrificing yourself, you are not going to be the hero if you do this. You are still as worthless as they are. You can't force a person to do what they don't want to do." Young Il rants, gradually gripping Gihun's face tighter. Gihun begins to feel himself breaking down but attempts to stay strong, he knows this yelling is exactly that. "Then, at least give my friends a fighting chance in these games. Promise me that they will have a better chance of getting out of here if I do this." Gihun adds to his plead, faking smugness as he formulates his final sentence of his plea. "If you do that for me, then you can keep me in here, use me, abuse me, whatever the fuck you want for as long as you want. Cause then I'll know I did what I meant to do." he ended, pulling himself up on his bottom and becoming more eye level with Young Il.

Gihun wraps his hand around Young Il's wrist and uses his free hand to caress Young Il's shoulder. Young Il looks at the hand on his shoulder. He physically hesitates, speechless for a moment as he stares at Gihun. Gihun is pleading, broken down to his very core, a human offering his own body in favor of people he had just met less than a week ago. For that, Young Il admires him a little more than before, and just simply has to take this offer. Even if he isn't bound by its laws. "I think I can...make arrangements." Young Il moans, his lips slightly separated as he simply couldn't contain his lust anymore. He leans in to kiss Gihun, a taste of his own blood mixing in with Gihun's spit.

The moment they pull away from each other, a static noise erupts from the pocket of Young Il's jacket. Young Il throws his head back in annoyance. He caresses Gihun's cheek and kisses his forehead, and then without a word he fishes the radio out of his jacket pocket. Before he answers it, he turns to Gihun and holds his index finger to his lips to tell him to be quiet. Gihun nods and stays silent. In that moment, it was like Young Il changed. As if he was never Front man, or the crazy psycho that tried to murder him earlier, but instead this was Young Il again. In some round about way. Innocent, friendly, charming.

The radio spoke to Young Il and said "Sir, is the target, er, neutralized?"

Young Il looked up at Gihun with a sly smirk. "Yes. Why?"

The radio spoke again. "We just wondered what happened, you hadn't given us any more orders. Shall we continue the games?"

Young Il responded. "Yes. We will start them tomorrow. Let the players know that lights out are going to be a little early today in lieu of recent events, thanks to player 456's actions. I will give further instructions to you tomorrow morning."

The radio spoke once more. "Yes sir." It was then switched off by Young Il.

Young Il threw the radio to the side and returned to Gihun, who was still shaken up and sore from the injuries and the adrenaline, but who was otherwise thrilled. Gihun hurried his fingertips to the waistband of his pants, the outline of his member already resisting the elastic as he pulled the band down. Gihun stayed up on his knees and lifted up his shirt ever so slightly to reveal a small, messy happy trail and then eventually a throbbing dick. Young Il's tone almost quickly changed, he went from this dominant, forceful male to a bewitched man, almost seemingly hypnotized by Gihun's half naked image. "This is exactly what I needed." Young Il gasps, becoming incredibly closer to Gihun's face. Gihun's breath hitches as Young Il pulls him closer, wrapping his hand around Gihun's neck. "Working double shifts as both Front man and a fake player, Gihun, it's so stressful." Young Il whispers in Gihun's ear, causing Gihun's cock to twitch slightly.

Gihun practically rips off the rest of his pants, kicking off his shoes and untying his jacket from his waist as well. He throws everything but his blood soaked shirt to the side, and Young Il lifts Gihun up with his legs wrapped around Young Il's waist. He then carries him to the seat of the chair and sits him down gently. Gihun's cheeks are warm and flushed, overwhelming him with arousal. He whimpers as Young Il places gentle kisses from the tip of his ear, down his neck and chest, all the way down his stomach to the tip of his dick. The moment Young Il's lips touch his tip, Gihun yelps a small yelp and taps the arm of the chair repeatedly. "What's wrong?" Young Il asks, looking up at Gihun with his tongue just a centimeter away from touching Gihun's cock.

"I'm sorry, it's just, why are you so gentle- and, loving? I just- I wasn't expecting- this..." Gihun asked between stutters, his voice getting smaller and quieter. Young Il leans back slightly. "I mean, I suppose I could be rough if that's what you want-" Young Il begins, but Gihun stops him immediately. "N-no, if...if soft and slow is...your thing...then go for it. It's just that you were trying to kill me earlier, so of course I expected the worst." Gihun explains anxiously. Young Il chuckles. "Oh, no, you've made the deal. I'm only appreciating what I've got while I have it. It'd be a shame for me to rip all of this apart in the first few minutes. You're so pretty, soft and firm, and I've already roughed you up a little." Young Il explains, scratching his nail along the edge of the still open and sore cut on Gihun's shoulder. Gihun winces and bites down on his bottom lip, clawing into the arm rests of the chair with his fingernails. His cock was starting to twitch a little more on its own.

Young Il cranes his neck and opens his mouth to wrap his lips around Gihun's throbbing cock, using his tongue to explore the rest of the shaft with careful precision. Young Il uses his mouth to explore the spots on Gihun's dick that made him quiver and moan the most. Young Il can figure out Gihun's tells very quickly, Gihun tries to hide his face when Young Il stares at him but that only makes Young Il anticipate his motions more. After teasing and licking and sucking just enough to make Gihun's cock wet and slimy, and very excited, Young Il surprises Gihun by pushing Gihun's cock far down his throat. Gihun is almost immediately stirred as he bucks his hips twice to accommodate the suddenly extremely pleasant feeling. He lets out a loud moan while holding Young Il's head down by his hair. "FUCK! YOUNG IL-" Gihun gasps, feeling pulses travel through his dick while gagging sounds protrude from Young Il's throat.

Gihun truthfully hadn't felt sexual pleasure this titillating since being with his ex wife, so to experience something so overwhelming and fairly new to him now considering all the years since the last time, he felt absolutely powerless. Gihun felt very close to cumming already. Young Il could already tell this, he could practically smell it.

Young Il immediately pulls back, gasping for air and laying out his tongue to let the saliva trail bounce from his tongue to the tip of Gihun's dick. "You're not done yet." Young Il insists, wrapping his hand around the base of Gihun's shaft and softly pumping him to alleviate the pulsating feeling of wanting to cum. Gradually, the intense buildup becomes less debilitating and causes the joints in Gihun's limbs and the muscles in his back and shoulders to ease up. The once painful urge to release it all was now more containable and bearable.

Gihun pants as he relaxes in the chair, throwing his head back in relief. Young Il leans back to take a moment and breathe in Gihun's image. The vision of his submissive plaything, splayed out on his own chair, does something for him. Something so provoking and taunting, Young Il had to switch up the pace a little bit. He couldn't let Gihun's prominent, innocent submission haunt his decisions for too long. Young Il stands up promptly and unbuckles his belt, practically ripping it out of the loops as he throws it to the side. Gihun watches the belt get tossed, his eyes darting back to Young Il, who carefully slips off his boots and slacks revealing an obvious, hard to miss boner. The outline on his briefs makes a shape that somehow oddly entices Gihun.

"Can I be honest, Young Il?" Gihun says softly, attempting to look up at Young Il's gaze but finding himself unable to look away from Young Il's bulge. Young Il smirks and pulls his shirt over his head, placing it with his belt. "Sure." He says to Gihun. Gihun clears his throat, his gaze still fixed on Young Il's moving bulge. It takes him a minute to gather his thoughts but Gihun ends up admitting, "I have never wanted a man as much as I want you at this very moment."

Young Il huffs in excitement at the statement. "That's touching, Gihun. Come and get me, then." Young Il responds humorously, peeling the waistband of his briefs off of his cock to reveal a beating member, similar to Gihun's. With instinctive motivation, Gihun almost immediately gets up from the chair and down to his knees in front of Young Il. He stares at Young Il's erect shaft with immense enticement, then glances up at Young Il with his lips just inches away from the tip.

"Go on." Young Il encourages, leading his fingertips under Gihun's chin and tilting his jaw upwards slightly. Gihun's eyes show a slight twinkle of joy as he opens his mouth and takes Young Il's length. Young Il groans through gritted teeth at the soft touch. Gihun notices how it's much easier to contain his arousal when he's the one giving pleasure. He hadn't ever done this before but he didn't want to mention it either, however Young Il could tell after a minute that Gihun was a bit nervous.

"Use your tongue, but not your teeth." Young Il suggests kindly, using a hand to stroke Gihun's hair and his thumb to rub a few circles on Gihun's forehead for comfort. Gihun nearly falls in love with the kindness, and takes Young Il's advice as he sticks out his tongue more. He relaxes his jaw and hides his teeth with his lips, then tenderly he works his mouth up and down Young Il's dick. After a few excellent pumps, Young Il eases into the feelings and places both of his hands tenderly on Gihun's head, guiding him just somewhat. Gihun can feel his knees getting weaker and more sore the more he sucks.

Gihun attempts his best first blowjob he can muster with no prior experience. Young Il seems to absolutely enjoy it. Young Il begins to feel his member drenched and sticky in saliva, and the familiar feeling of warm, wet, and sticky pleases him greatly. Abruptly, Young Il pulls Gihun's head off of his now dripping shaft, moaning from the sensation as he then tilts Gihun's head towards his gaze. "Alright, you're doing great. Want me to pick up the pace?" Young Il asks Gihun, tracing the corner of Gihun's wet mouth with his thumb. Gihun nods with no hesitation, sticking his tongue back out of his mouth to signify that he wasn't ready to stop anyways. Young Il gives a sinister chuckle.

"Good." Young Il praises, he then swiftly aligns his tip with Gihun's tongue and tilts his hips downwards and forwards. Young Il places one hand on top of Gihun's head and another under his chin as he thrusts forward into Gihun's throat. Gihun is instantly shocked by the sensation, feeling the back of his throat being impacted and gagging loudly. Young Il keeps going, pumping gradually faster and faster in Gihun's mouth and hitting the back of his throat nearly every time.

Young Il continues to passionately thrust into Gihun's mouth without stopping, giving Gihun a stunning revelation that he enjoys this extremely. He loves being used like this, a personal fleshlight for a man he once hated, it was a rush he had never known before but appreciated nonetheless. The saliva builds up in Gihuns throat and mouth causing him to gag a little more, as it pours from his mouth out onto the floor.

As Young Il fucks Gihun's mouth with desperation, he stares into space with slightly crossed eyes from the crazed pleasure. "Fuck, Gihun." Young Il moans, as Gihun grips Young Il's thighs with his hands to physically alleviate the tension. "You're such a good fuck toy. Fuck!" Young Il groans loudly, leaning backwards and focusing his gaze on Gihun's once again. Gihun's eyes narrow with concupiscence, he knows he's doing so good and can't help but enjoy the praise he was getting from doing something he had never participated in before. It coincidentally felt like winning the lottery in a game he had never played before

Young Il feels himself closer to cumming and abruptly stops fucking Gihun's throat, pulling back his hips and cock to reveal a messy, slimy shaft. Gihun's face looked more disgusting, however, his lips and chin practically soaked in spit. Sweat began beading down Gihun's forehead as well as Young Il's face, both of them starting to feel the heightened pace from this endeavor. Young Il pants for a moment, wiping the sweat off of his top lip with the back of his hand. "Good job." Young Il praises, taking a moment to watch Gihun wipe the fluids from his face and nervously try to alleviate the tension in his dick without masturbating before holding his hand out to Gihun.

Gihun takes Young Il's hand and uses his strength to help himself up to his feet. Once they stand face to face, Young Il pulls Gihun in for a sloppy kiss. As their lips meet and their tongues tangle, Gihun feels the sensation of Young Il's cock touching his, the slime from both of them mingling as their shafts twitch and move against each other. Gihun moans into Young Il's kiss, wrapping his arms around Young Il's neck and sifting his fingers upwards through Young Il's hair.

After a minute of kissing, Young Il pushes Gihun back and forcefully turns him around by his shoulders, careful this time not to grip the cut. Young Il bends Gihun over the chair forcing him to place his hands on the headrest of the chair. "Spread your legs." Young Il commands, tracing the palm of his hand up Gihun's spine. Gihun does so awkwardly, leading Young Il to give him further instruction as he can tell Gihun still doesn't know what to do. "Arch your back." he adds. Gihun obliges, relaxing himself to the point where Young Il can fully envision himself smoothly sliding into Gihun with minimal effort.

"That's good. Right there." Young Il praises, aligning his cock with Gihun's rim. He makes sure to take as much time as possible, grazing and teasing Gihun's entrance with his tip and making him shudder each time. Gihun bites down on his bottom lip almost hard enough to draw blood, as the skin had been roughed up and raw from the numerous other times so far that he had to bite down on it. Finally, once Young Il was satisfied with how much he had teased Gihun and made him quiver, he spits on his hand and brings it down to Gihun's hole, lubricating both the outside and in just enough to make it soaked.

"Relax." Young Il whispers, lining his tip with Gihun's entrance once again and this time sliding in slowly. Both men let out a guttural moan. Gihun grips the leather of the chair tightly while Young Il has a tight hold of Gihun's hips. It stings slightly at first and nearly winds Gihun, but the moment Young Il pushes further and just softly taps Gihun's gspot, Gihun feels more comfortable with the pain. Delighted, Gihun's expression morphs into one of pleasure.

Young Il pumps more fervently into Gihun, causing Gihun's cock to tense up more. Before Gihun could truly enjoy the massage on his gspot, his dick becomes fully erect and painfully pulsating. Gihun takes his right hand and spits on it, then makes paced strokes up and down on his shaft. The pumps from his own hand, plus the pumps in his body from Young Il, Gihun feels intensely pleased.

Gradually, the urge to cum builds and builds in Gihun's dick again. He's so rigid and hard he feels he could cut through diamonds with his own member. Young Il watches Gihun desperately relieve himself with his hand and smiles, then picks up his thrusts and hits his insides even harder and faster. Gihun's mouth widens in a perfect O shape, as he throws his head back in pleasure before quickly burying his face into the leather of the chair to stifle his noises.

Young Il cocks a leg up onto the chair in a position where he can get more leverage, holding onto Gihun's hip with his left hand and gripping Gihun's hair with his right. "Don't stifle those moans, pretty boy. Be loud for me." Young Il commands, pulling Gihun's face off of the leather and exposing his face to the open air. Gihun's face flushes with lust as he pants heavily. Gihun becomes braver in his moans, raising his volume as Young Il slams into him rigorously.

Gihun strokes his cock faster, paying more physical attention to his tip as he can feel himself close to bursting. Tears start welling up in his eyes as the pleasure starts to feel less comfortable yet satisfying. Young Il similarly feels immensely built up as he pumps, thrusting more and more intensely. With hitched breaths between words, Young Il says to Gihun in a whisper near his ear, "I think we're both ready to cum. Do you think so?"

Gihun whimpers, tears now streaming down his cheeks. "Please! PLEASE!" Gihun whispers then yelps, begging Young Il to let him release just once. Young Il's pleasure is so immense from hearing this, he makes the decision to slam into Gihun so mercilessly hard that Gihun screams from the sensation. Young Il pumps three loads of hot cum into Gihun, causing his legs to tremble and his hips to tense, then quickly relax and become weak. Gihun's cock bursts from the tip, leaking a load onto the seat of the leather chair beneath him. Young Il lets his dick deflate a little inside Gihun before easily and slowly pulling out and letting the rest of his cum leak onto the floor. Gihun immediately falls to the floor on his knees, trembling from the pleasure.

Young Il pushes Gihun to the side, making sure his back is against the chair. Gihun jumps at the touch, thinking that Young Il wasn't done and wanted more. He looks up at Young Il, confusion starting to crawl across his face. "Don't worry, we're done. I just didn't want you to land face first in your own cum." Young Il explains, pointing to the puddle of clear, sticky liquid on the seat. Gihun glances at it, then back at Young Il. "Oh," he pants, looking around at the room, then down at his drained cock. He ponders the events that unfolded to get him to this point for a moment, then looks back up at Young Il. "Th-thank you, Young Il..." Gihun stutters softly, feeling the cold tile on his butt as the cum from his hole leaks out onto it.

Gihun extends his legs out in front of him and lets his arms relax by his sides. Young Il chuckles and kneels down to Gihun's level. "You're welcome, Gihun. By the way, since you're now my personal play toy, call me Inho." Inho says as he wipes the tears, sweat, and spit off of Gihun's mouth with Gihun's shirt. Gihun smiles adoringly, before realizing something shocking about the last word of Inho's sentence. Inho...that was the same name Junho gave him long before he got here. His face immediately twitches into one of subtle shock.

Meanwhile, Inho stands up and finds his shirt, then wipes himself off. He picks up the radio from before and calls his general. "Bring a first aid kit to my door and leave it. Knock. Ask no questions." he demands. The radio replies with "Yes sir." and clicks off. Inho then places the radio on his table and gathers his clothes to put them on. Once he dresses, he places his mask on the table next to his radio and picks up Gihun's tracksuit and shoes. He brings them over to the frozen Gihun and places them at his feet. "Do you want to get dressed?" Inho asks softly.

Gihun says nothing, and stares into space, erupting into a sob. Tears start flowing down his face faster and more progressively. Inho is startled as he kneels back down to hug Gihun. Gihun is shocked as he finds himself reciprocating the hug from Inho. He cries into Inho's shoulder and sorrowfully he thinks to himself...

I'm fucked.

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The thoughts race faster and faster, with feelings of betrayal, disgust, and anger. Every passing idea is too overwhelmingly painful to think about, and Gihun feels each thought with physical effects as well. His chest feels empty, his heart almost charred from the burning pain he felt upon realizing who he had just offered his body to. As Gihun reluctantly washes off, he wonders to himself if there was anything else he could have done in the moment. Could he have kept fighting? Should he have? Gihun tries to remind himself that Inho had him beaten down, winded, and lying on the ground begging for his friend's lives. Without getting himself killed before he could ensure they were safe, the plan was all he had at the time. 

Gihun brings the rag down to his dick and twinges slightly. He looks down and notices that his shaft is still raw. Seeing the red skin and noticing how sore he felt made Gihun slightly more upset. Gihun quickly feels his butt as well and starts to feel slightly more uncomfortable at the sudden hint of pain. His mind flashes back to the moments before when Inho had successfully dominated him in his own game. It wasn't by force after the agreement, Gihun knew they both played fairly, but that was just it. Gihun was, and is, so tired of the games and wants so badly to go home. Gihun lifts his hands off of his member and leaves it alone. The water can get it, Gihun thinks to himself, moving on to the rest of his body. 

The cut on his shoulder is met with a particularly harsh spray of water, but since it's now stitched up and covered with a thick layer of waterproof bandage, it's just now sore enough to annoy Gihun with a bruise-like pain. Gihun steps back from the pouring water after the different sensations of pain on his body become overwhelming, a lather of soap still clinging to parts of his body. Gihun's eye's widen as he feels himself intensely scared just by the sensation of pain now. He couldn't understand this feeling, before he had an indifference to pain, now it scared him?

Attempting to direct his attention to something else, Gihun focuses on the tile of the shower. He notices that there are intricate patterns in red tile with a golden tinted wall on top of the tile that reaches the ceiling. While trying to avoid the water, Gihun leans with his face against the wall of the shower to get a better view away from the shower head. He then looks up higher at the ceiling for a camera, only to notice that there isn't one. How convenient that he doesn't have a camera in the shower... Gihun thinks to himself, lamenting the memories of being under constant observation of a camera no matter where he went in this place. Gihun then decides to concede the shower and rinse off, then steps out and notices that there are towels neatly folded on the cart next to the shower that weren't there when he stepped in and the door was locked behind him from the outside. 

What the fuck? Gihun asks himself in his mind, picking up the towel on top. When did he put these in here?

Exhausted from asking himself so many questions, and getting answers to each one that he didn't like, he decides to ignore his own question and dries off with the towels provided. He looks around for clothing as his tracksuit was taken away, only to find absolutely nothing except for a robe hanging on the door knob on the inside of the bathroom. "Is he fucking serious?" Gihun whispers to himself exasperatedly, picking up the white, silk robe. He stares in disbelief at his now dry but still bare body and the robe, then instinctively up at the ceiling before realizing there's no camera. When he realizes he does this, he also notices something else, no one has come to blindfold him and it has already been fifteen minutes since he's been out of the shower and dry. 

Gihun starts to feel a glimmer of hope. Maybe both Inho and the guards had forgotten about him because he took so long in the shower. Or maybe the guard that was trusted to watch him simply decided not to, and now Gihun had a chance to find his way out. "Perfect!" Gihun whispers to himself, slipping on the robe as he had no other choice for clothing, then quietly he turns the door knob to the bathroom and pushes the door back slightly.

Carefully, Gihun peeks his head around the door, bracing himself for whatever he might be met with or see. The moment he does however, he looks down to see a neatly carpeted floor with a few red rose petals scattered in a path. Gihun cringes at the thought that Inho could have set up the petals for a cheap shot at a romantic pass, until he realizes the petals stopped in their path and bunched up under a now dying rose laying on the ground. Gihun's eyes dart upwards as he pushes the door back further, and immediately his gaze is met with Inho's. The door swings backward to reveal Gihun's full stature, wrapped in nothing but a white robe and footed in some white slippers.

Inho sits on the side edge of a double bed, facing Gihun and the bathroom door from which he came out from. He's donned in casual clothing, a black Tshirt and jeans with combat boots that he seems to never change from now. Inho stares at Gihun's shape for a moment before noticing his gaze towards the petals on the floor. "Don't worry, the rose was for something else. I was bored waiting for you to come out." Inho says immediately, holding out a pair of small shears towards Gihun to show evidence that he was in fact, deflowering a rose? Fitting for the occasion, I guess. Gihun thinks to himself, palming his hip in sympathy for his aching bum. This pain causes Gihun to retaliate immediately. Inho leans to the side and places the shears on the bedside table just as Gihun sighs.

"Inho, I'm getting too old for this." Gihun complains, leaning on the door frame of the bathroom with his right forearm. Inho leans back, crossing his legs and placing both of his hands on his knee. He then looks up at Gihun and smiles maliciously. "You weren't so old when you were leading a rebellion to kill all of my guards." Inho retorts. Gihun rolls his eyes and starts feeling a little more tense. Before Gihun can snap back with something else, Inho continues. "Besides, we had a deal. I think I've been more than fair in it too. You got to have a shower, for fucks sake. I don't do that for anyone else." Inho then stands up and kicks the rose to the side. Gihun steps back nervously and glances at the body mirror on the wall beside him at his reflection before looking back at Inho. 

Inho steps forward towards Gihun and pulls Gihun's hips towards his own, making Gihun flinch at the pain from his cock brushing against Inho's belt buckle. "OW!" Gihun yelps, grasping Inho's shoulders tightly to alleviate the initial pain. Inho stares at his face and notices how Gihun is looking away and has an expression of discomfort, but otherwise holds on to Inho for comfort. Gihun's arms shake as he bucks his hips backward to relieve the impact of the buckle on the tip of his shaft.

"Look at that." Inho says in amazement, leading his hand up towards the small of Gihun's back. Gihun looks back at Inho angrily. "What?" Gihun snaps. Inho glances at Gihun's grip on his shoulders then back at Gihun's violent stare. "You still despise me, yet when you're aroused, I'm the first comfort you seek." Inho says so proudly, gazing at Gihun lovingly as he slinks his left arm around the back of Gihun's head and pulls him forwards. Gihun releases his grip and gives in to the force, knowing he's powerless when Inho touches him. 

With the softness of a feather, Inho's bottom lip grazes Gihun's, as he stares at Gihun who surrenders to Inho's movement yet refuses to close his eyes. Inho draws back his lips and smiles. "Cmon, Gihun. Don't stop now. You've been terrible at pretending you don't enjoy this so far." Inho whispers, waiting for Gihun to completely relax. Gihun physically draws back and sighs. With resentment and rage, Gihun mutters a small "Fine." as he cups Inho's face with his hands and pulls him in for a deep kiss, his tongue rushing to find Inho's as angrily as a pet owner responsible for a mischievous lost dog. 

After getting lost in the moment for a just a minute, Gihun pulls back and stops it completely. Inho furrows his brow in confusion. Gihun looks around, realizing he had got himself lost in Inho's lips before he had a chance to question things. Inho looks to the left and the right, then back at Gihun, impatiently waiting for him to explain himself. "Why was I blindfolded on the way here but not when I got out?" Gihun asks immediately. Inho chuckles and looks down, noticing Gihun's shaft protruding from the robe and twitching. He could practically see the blood rushing to the tip. Before Gihun can notice his gaze, Inho looks back at Gihun and says, "I didn't take you far, did I? I just didn't want you to see the state the room was in before you got in the shower." 

Gihun scoffs and rolls his eyes. "What, am I not your first victim today? Have you been lying to me about how special I am this whole time?" Gihun asks, hoping to provoke some kind of argument so that maybe he can start a fight he can win. Maybe this guy's crazy enough to take the bait! Gihun thought for a moment, a glint of inspiration crossing his eyes. He had already spotted the shears, and the mirror could be a backup weapon...

But instead of a reaction, Inho grins slightly and buries his face into the crook of Gihun's neck, licking one solid line upwards from the bottom of his neck, towards his earlobe. "I love when you get jealous." Inho chuckles. Gihun tenses at the sensation of a warm tongue gliding across his neck. The saliva on his skin quickly turns cold, causing him to shiver. Inho draws back completely, drawing his fingertips down Gihun's arms to his hands to hold them gingerly. "But no, this room just hasn't been touched in a while. I never knew why it was here myself until I found out I could use it however I wanted when I became Front man." Inho explained. "Lo and behold, it worked out in my favor too. Did you know that this particular place on the island used to be a resort?" Inho added. 

Gihun stared forward in disbelief. Fuck. I can't figure this man out at all. Even so, Gihun became more and more familiar with the odd fact that this man is so oddly obsessed with him. It had already made him uncomfortable and was only irking him more now. But if knowing he's obsessed with me feels weird, why doesn't the sex? Gihun questions himself, feeling his entire self identity turn around in his own mind. 

Inho watches as different emotions cross Gihun's face. He then lets go of one of Gihun's hands and leads him with the other to the bed behind him. Gihun follows blindly, curious as to what his captor will want him to do next. Inho points to the pillows on the bed and orders Gihun to sit down. Gihun climbs onto the bed and lays his back against the headboard, resting his hips against the pillows and kicking his slippers off the side of the bed. Inho sits down at the opposite far end of the bed, and Gihun looks up from his lap to notice Inho pointing a remote at a black TV screen. When did that get there? Gihun wonders to himself.

Inho turns the screen on to a now repaired security camera in the corner of the bunk room. Everyone is gone, the beds are empty, and as Gihun observes, he grows nervous. "Wait, where are they?" Gihun asks, crawling forward to get a closer look at the screen. Inho raises a hand to keep him back. "They're playing, sweetheart." Inho assures him sarcastically, laughing as he sets the remote down on the table in front of the screen. Gihun freezes in his movement, reluctantly sitting back down and pushing himself back towards the headboard. 

"What do you want from me now, Inho?" Gihun asks exasperatedly, shifting back to his original position. Inho kicks off his boots, then turns around and hops onto the bed on his knees, walking on them towards Gihun until he gets right in front of him. Inho then sits down and crosses his legs, just inches away from Gihun. Inho gets a shine of malicious intent flashing across his face as he smiles and says, "I want you to fuck me."

Gihun practically jumps at the statement. "Fuck, you?" Gihun asks immediately, pausing in-between the words to put emphasis on the "you". "You said whatever I want, right?" Inho asks, reaching out towards Gihun and caressing his chin softly. "Plus, I think your dick could use the pleasure." Inho adds, looking down at Gihun's now exposed and beating dick, causing Gihun's attention to be drawn back to it when he was successfully ignoring it before. Fuck. What do I do now? Gihun thinks to himself. 

While keeping his stare forwards at Inho, his glance turns to his left at the end table that holds the shears from earlier. Gihun gets another idea, hoping he can make it work, but also doesn't hold his breath. He just wants to get off this island. Inho separates Gihun's legs and gently lines his hips with Gihun's, craning his neck downwards to kiss Gihun again. Gihun leans into the kiss, being careful to use one hand to feel up on Inho's chest. As their tongues writhe against each other, Gihun uses his bravery to muster one swift motion. He grabs the shears off the table, speedily gets a good stabbing grip on them, then lunges for the kill.

However, immediately, he's stopped mid action.

Inho has a firm grip of his wrist in an instant, and draws back to look at the predicament. Both men stare at their hands, Gihun staring at Inho's extremely tight grip while Inho stares evilly at Gihun's grasp on the shears. He stares back at Gihun, his patience getting thinner. "Drop them. Now." Inho demands, shaking Gihun's wrist side to side. Gihun obliges timidly, fear splashing his face again. The shears fall to the floor and cause a subtle metal clang against carpet. 

Inho sighs, disappointment in his tone. "I expected so much better from you, Gihun. You really are a sore loser, you know that?" Inho scolds, as he grabs Gihun's face and forces Gihun to look up at him. Inho then swings his legs one at a time over Gihun's hips to straddle him. "Do I have to blindfold you again so you won't get any more ideas?" Inho asks, loosening his grip on Gihun's chin and tracing his finger tip from Gihun's jaw down to the underside of his chin. Gihun glances down at the hand subduing him, then back at Inho. He swallows and shakes his head nervously. Relief waves over him once he sees the glint of malice leave Inho's eyes. 

"Good. Don't do it again." Inho strictly demands, leaning back to slip his shirt over his head and throw it to the side. Gihun's throbbing member now rests on the crotch of Inho's jeans, twitching from every graze it's met with when Inho moves. Gihun places his hands on Inho's hips in a panic as Inho places a grip on both of Gihun's shoulders. The overstimulating feeling compels Gihun to attempt to push Inho back, but Inho doesn't budge. "You're so sensitive, it's really hot." Inho whispers, leaning his face down towards Gihun's ear as he does so.

This causes Gihun's grip on Inho's hips to tighten as his hands casually wander to Inho's butt. Gihun grabs Inho's ass vigorously and leans his face forward into his chest. Gihun inhales the scent of Inho's chest and almost gets a high sensation, as he feels a surge of lust and arousal build from his nose down to his cock. He can smell an obvious hint of cologne on Inho but is regardless, so entranced by the smell. 

Inho draws back and looks at the top of Gihun's head, holding him closer to his chest. After a moment of Gihun groping and inhaling Inho with a lustful fervor, Inho drops his hips downwards into Gihun's lap and gently guides Gihun towards him, pulling back further onto the bed until Inho can lay under Gihun. Gihun desperately places halved kisses along the side of Inho's neck, inhaling pieces of his smell as he leaves a trail of sloppy, soft lip touches down Inho's chest. Gihun leans slightly into his last kiss that lays just in the middle of Inho's sternum. 

Gihun then raises his head up and looks at Inho pleadingly as his fingers fumble for Inho's belt buckle. Gihun is unknowingly detached from the pain and fear once again in favor of Inho's body. Inho looks down at him and nods, pleased that he's trained his toy to ask for permission. Gihun then shakily undoes the belt buckle and pulls the jeans and briefs off of Inho. He throws them to the side along with the shirt from earlier. Inho's solid shaft bounces out of the underwear and hits his lower abdomen quietly, which causes Gihun to bite his lip in arousal.

Gihun spits on his hand and lightly grabs Inho's dick, making smooth, slow motions with his grip up and down the shaft. Inho groans at the pleasure, covering his mouth with one hand and creasing his brows as the arousal builds up in his dick. Inho then uses his free hand to place a small bottle of lube next to his balls, with the purpose of handing it to Gihun. 

Gihun continues to stroke Inho's cock, but still uses his free hand to pick up the lube and looks at Inho questioningly. Nonchalantly, with labored breathing, Inho explains, "I grabbed it while you were kissing me." which does explain Gihun's immediate question, but still leaves him with a slight feeling of envy. "How come you didn't use this on me?" Gihun asks, shaking the bottle angrily at Inho. Inho smiles, his libido rising as his expression contorts to one of pure bliss while Gihun strokes him. "Relax, I'm sorry, I didn't have it on me at the time. It won't happen again, my love." Inho assures him lovingly. Gihun is immediately charmed, as he stops stroking Inho's dick to place his hand near Inho's face. 

Inho instinctively grabs Gihun's wrist with force, assuming Gihun was planning to attempt to attack him and escape again, but instead of the anticipated resistance, Inho is met with a gentle caress on his face by Gihun's hand, and a slightly slimy and warm touch. Gihun notices Inho's quick reaction and is startled before realizing what he was doing. He begins to explain himself in hopes to convince Inho to loosen the tight grip on his wrist. But instead of explaining, he's compelled to flirt. "Getting jumpy now? It's okay, I have nowhere to go. You have me right where you want me." Gihun lilts, convincing Inho to relieve the grasp on his wrist. 

"I liked you better when I had to dominate you into submission." Inho comments teasingly, grinning upwards at Gihun. They both share a laugh, Gihun easing into the dialogue more easily than he thought he would. Never in his life did Gihun think he'd laugh if someone said that to him before now. Somehow at this moment, however, it felt both appropriate and amusing to laugh about it.

Gihun finally takes off the robe that's only loosely hanging off of his hips, and throws it with Inho's clothes on the floor. Gihun then perches himself on his knees, aligning his hips with Inho's while he lays there, eagerly anticipating the moments to come. Gihun then applies a generous amount of the lube on his shaft, giving the same amount of lube to Inho's rim while delicately using his fingers to massage the area. Inho bucks his hips upwards at the touch and slightly shivers as he feels the sensation course through his body.

With a very careful pace, and some extra spit on his dick for extra precaution, Gihun aligns his tip with Inho's entrance, causing the upper half of Inho's body to tense up. Inho tries his hardest to keep the lower half of himself relaxed, as he knows tensing would only make the sex hurt. Once Gihun finds himself perfectly aligned, he guides his cock with one hand and places the other hand on the mattress beside Inho's face, careful not to instinctively grab Inho's hand as he didn't want to find himself in a third death grip. 

Inho grabs the sheets beneath him as Gihun cautiously slides into Inho's hole. Both of them groan, Gihun finding himself appreciating Inho's suggestion from earlier. He was right, Gihun thought to himself, thrusting into Inho back and forth while Inho wraps his legs around Gihun's hips, this really does feel better on my dick. The initial slide in causes Inho to let out a few oddly attractive moans that set Gihun back slightly in his mind. Gihun always knew he was bisexual, but had never really known what turned him on about men until meeting Inho in these circumstances.

Gihun leans forward on his hands to get more leverage, causing Inho's hips to lean backwards towards his chest as Gihun thrusts deeper inside him. Inho uses his hands to hold Gihun's arms and grips his biceps. As Gihun's thrusts become harder and faster, more stronger every few beats to take a breath and moan, Inho throws his head backwards to look at the TV screen. He realizes he has successfully distracted Gihun from his initial wants.

Gihun reaches one of his hands downwards to Inho's cock while keeping on his other hand for balance. He places wet, easy strokes on Inho's dick and continues to thrust inside him, watching Inho as the shape of his face turns circular from pleasure. This visual triggers a deep seated eros within Gihun, and suddenly the air starts to have a hint of sweetness in it's scent. Inho digs his nails into Gihun's skin on his lower arms, leaving white hot scratch marks on his skin. Gihun takes a sharp inhale, taking a moment to pound into Inho very firmly. "Fuck Inho, it's like you lace your cologne with cocaine..." Gihun comments between gasping breaths, sweat condensing on his forehead and shoulders.

"Who says I don't?" Inho says jokingly, laughing as he pulls Gihun in for a rough kiss. Inho pulls Gihun in by the back of his neck and brings his face forward to his, eagerly sifting his fingers through Gihun's hair and practically locking their lips together. Gihun subconsciously is aroused by the strength of Inho's hold, genuinely favoring it more when his hands are on the rest of his body and not his wrists. Gihun uses his core strength to balance himself in a hover over Inho as he sneaks his hands downwards under Inho's thighs, squeezing them as he continues to use his hip strength to thrust.

An idea erupts from Inho's mind as he pushes Gihun's face back and asks, "Want me to ride?" Gihun nods instantly, gently pulling out and leaning to the side to switch spots with Inho. He shifts into a lying position under Inho as Inho straddles Gihun, his rim hovering over Gihun's rigid cock. "I haven't done this in a while. I'm old too, y'know." Inho teases Gihun, leaning forward and placing his left hand on Gihun's chest as he uses his right hand to position Gihun's cock inside him. Gihun huffs a small laugh and looks up at Inho with adoration, right up until Inho slides it in again. Gihun's face then twists into a conglomerate of arousal and pain. The weight on his hips feels sore, but not nearly painful enough to stop now.

Inho bears down and eases onto Gihun's dick, then places both of his hands on the sides of Gihun's chest for support. Gihun moans quietly and closes his eyes for a moment to breathe in the feeling, then looks back down at Inho through his half closed eyelids. Inho grinds his hips against Gihun's with an easy, slow pace, making sure to fully take Gihun's full length in a couple times to give him that ecstatic sensation.

Gihun raises his arms to hold onto Inho's, flinching slightly at the soreness in his left shoulder from the stitches. They didn't hurt before, but from this new position with his raised arm he starts to feel uncomfortable, so slowly he lowers his arm to his side instead and attempts to control Inho's weight and motions one handed. Gihun holds Inho's hip in his hand gingerly, immediately sprawling out his fingers to grasp more of Inho's skin under his fingers.

Inho uses his left hand to stroke his own dick, leisurely bouncing his hips on Gihun's cock and occasionally stopping to take his full length in for a full minute. He stops a few moments to allow Gihun to feel his cock being massaged by Inho's insides and finding delight in each contortion of his face as Gihun reacts to the sensations. Inho also finds intense pleasure from how perfectly this position allows Gihun to hit his spot in just the right way, and he especially likes how he's strong enough to control how intense this feeling can be. 

Soft clapping sounds can be heard from how much stress Inho puts into his bounces, being careful to put just enough fire into his motions without being too rough on Gihun. The bed beneath them also protests with louder mechanical creaks as his movements are repetitive. Inho arguably could do this way rougher, but has found Gihun to like his sensations a lot softer. Suddenly, Gihun perks up his head and leans forward to ask Inho, "Can we switch back?" Inho agrees to it, prompting both of them to switch to their original position before. 

After sliding out of Inho, Gihun rests on his knees with his legs apart while Inho gets comfortable laying on his back. Gihun quickly grabs the lube bottle that was set to the side on the mattress and applies a small amount to his shaft again, then reinserts his dick into Inho. Inho stares downwards at Gihun's stomach, visualizing Gihun's cock entering him. He feels his own cock start to twitch and begins stroking it eagerly. 

Gihun eases back inside of Inho and is mentally enveloped in a sensation of ecstasy, his steady pace of thrusts becoming quicker and more fervent as he grips Inho's hips to alleviate his tension in his hands. "Fuck I love how handsy you are." Inho groans, accompanying Gihun's touch with his own hands, gently gliding his hands up Gihun's forearms. 

The groaning and soft moans from Inho triggers an animalistic behavior in Gihun as he tilts downwards and fully envelops his face in the crook of Inho's neck. Gihun almost gets the bravery to hold Inho's hand above his head in desperation for some control, as he feels completely powerless to Inho's sexual prowess despite being on top. But before he can creep his hand up towards Inho's, he hesitates in a slight flash of fear and brings it down. He noticed in-between adrenaline rushes that his wrist was already starting to bruise, and chose to ignore it for the moment. 

To distract himself from the pain and get the adrenaline rushing again, Gihun leans downwards to introduce a new feeling to Inho. He uses his free hand to dig deep, white hot scratches in Inho's ribs as he bites down and sucks on Inho's neck. Leaving behind blue and purple marks, Inho moans and giggles at the pleasant surprise, using a gentle push on Gihun's head to encourage him to bite harder. Gihun obliges, now mentally pleading for a drop of blood to taste.

Inho takes this heated moment to reach for the remote without disturbing Gihun, who's practically buried face first in his neck and giving him a decent share of dick. Inho quickly switches the screen to one of the cameras in the arena for the third game. Meanwhile, Gihun feels as if he's on fire, he can practically feel himself about to explode from the tip of his cock, and desperately his hands cling onto Inho's body as he just can't, and frankly hasn't been told, to stop. 

The moment arrives where Gihun starts to feel his climax. The creaking sounds from the bed before are now louder and more rhythmic. Gihun finds Inho's waist with his hands and holds tightly, hammering in and out of Inho while Inho grabs his arms in sympathy. The moment Gihun feels that he can finally release, he begins to pump inside of Inho without hesitation. He almost thoroughly enjoys it, until his focus is quickly broken by a jarring sound. 

BANG

It was a digital sound, which made Gihun immediately glance up at the screen. He didn't even realize it was on this whole time. At least, not until he looks down at Inho and notices the remote just inches away from his head. He pulls back away from Inho and stares at the screen in shock. Gihun's legs are shaking and his dick is slowly collapsing from it's previous erect position. "You son of a bitch-" Gihun mutters in disbelief, grabbing a pillow behind him and covering his lower half with it. Inho lays back, giggling as he lays his hands on his stomach and relaxes his legs. He lays still for a moment before sitting up, cum leaking from him on to the sheets. 

"Ah, Gihun, that was so much fun!" Inho praises excitedly, slinking off of the bed and standing near the other side of it. Gihun lets his legs hang off the side of the bed and holds his head in his hands, resting his elbows on the pillow on his lap beneath him as he tries his hardest to keep his eyes off of the screen. He notices his dick deflating almost instantly from the unpleasant noise and the visual in his head. "For you." Gihun responds to Inho with shame in his tone, keeping his gaze away from Inho's. Inho scoffs and rolls his eyes as he quickly grabs the robe that Gihun had on earlier and puts it around himself. He then comes back to Gihun, and opens the drawer in the bedside table in front of them. He pulls out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, promptly picking one out and lighting it for himself, then offering the pack to Gihun without a word as he takes a drag off of the cigarette. Gihun looks up at Inho's offer, and can start to feel his need for nicotine fuel him to take it. Gihun slips a cigarette out of the pack and uses Inho's lighter to light it, taking one long drag off of it.

Gihun almost immediately calms down, seeming less tense in his shoulders and facial expression. "I suppose I'll have to keep these handy, so you won't end up so grouchy each time we fuck." Inho teases, hitting the bottom of the pack against his palm to shake out the loose tobacco from the cigarettes inside of it. Gihun retaliates instantly, shocked and disappointed that Inho still saw this as a game. "Not only did I have to watch him die, you put the screen on the camera so that I'd watch it when I was about to cum, what the fuck is wrong with you?" Gihun asks Inho coolly, as if he were extremely upset and angry for such a terrible action to be done to him, but also as if he simply didn't have the energy to protest it anymore. 

"My hand must've slipped, I'm sorry, Gihun." Inho apologizes almost sincerely. It would seem a real apology if Gihun wasn't already fucked over a thousand times by him. After a moment of silence, Inho rests his halfway burned cigarette on the table, along with the rest of the pack beside it, and lets the ashes fall to the floor. He then slightly limps over to the mirror and glances at his neck in the reflection, covering the rest of himself with the robe. "Damn, Gihun, you've left so many hickeys and scratch marks on me. I'm gonna need a shower next as well." Inho says jovially, entering the bathroom within the room. "I can't let my troops know we're fucking so I'll have to use your bathroom." Inho explains to Gihun before fully closing the door behind him, seemingly jesting as if the event of his troops finding out would only cause him minor inconvenience.

Gihun looks back at Inho, about to say something in protest, but sees that he has already closed the door behind him and elects silence instead. I suppose it's better not to ask. Gihun thinks to himself. The shower starts running behind the door, signaling to Gihun that he had a moment to himself to think. He was already regretting every moment he had spent so far not doing so, but there's some kind of trick, some manipulation mind game that Inho keeps pulling every time that keeps luring him back in. He's so displeased with himself that he sighs heavily. Gihun recollects his training before electing to enter the games once again, recalling his target practice and team building he had assembled back home. I was prepared to fight, not play this fucked up side quest. Gihun thinks to himself, defending his decision once again to surrender his body to Inho. 

Gihun takes another drag from the cigarette as he stares at the floor and watches the ashes fall from Inho's still lit cigarette. Gihun then glances over at the empty spot that held Inho's seated position just second before, and watches with disappointment as his own cum leaves a gruesome, disgusting impression on the sheets. He looks back at the pillow in his lap and hangs his head in skepticism. Gihun couldn't wrap his head around the fact that even after giving up his own body for his friends that his enemy would still find ways to torture him. 

And he especially couldn't believe the words he heard from the screen right after that initial loud bang. He was at a loss as he thought about what to do next.

Player 100, eliminated.

Chapter Text

Blankly, Gihun stares in front of him, worry spread across his face. Gihun is sat down on a couch, his hands resting in his lap and his shoulders slouched yet tense. He quietly taps his foot on the ground. Inho sits back in the corner of the couch, resting his leg up on the couch next to Gihun to take up space. He observes Gihun's nervous nature, venturing a guess that Gihun's still anxious about the results of the next vote. Inho is slightly hopeful that his plans will finally convince Gihun to realize the nature of Inho's motives. 

"Gihun, why are you so nervous?" Inho asks sincerely, moving towards Gihun to place a hand on his shoulder in comfort. Even though Inho is trying to cut the veil that convinced Gihun he was a hero in half, he still has a soft spot for Gihun's intense emotions. Inho was worried they had left him completely. Gihun swallows his anxiety and tries to face Inho. "I'm not. They'll want to leave." Gihun says intensely, failing to seem calm and instead seeming as if he were trying to convince himself of the statement. Inho draws back and sighs. 

Inho then reaches across the arm of the couch for the decanter of bourbon on his table. He takes the glass beside it and fills it halfway. Inho then turns to Gihun and holds the drink in Gihun's peripherals. Gihun says and does nothing. "You're gonna want it, babe. Just one?" Inho asks, feeling as if this offer was his only way to help Gihun. Gihun looks down at the bourbon, looking through to the bottom of the glass and already seeing no bottom to the pit. Gihun looks up at the illuminated screen, an aerial view of the almost empty bunks before him. The remaining nine players are all gathered in the back, as the blue o and the red x lay glowing in front of them, and the buttons are just ahead of them. The guards are explaining the voting process and the consent form once again. 

Gihun then snatches the glass out of Inho's hand forcefully and downs it in one breath like a shot. Inho jerks back in response, bringing his hands away from Gihun to let him feel the drink. Gihun then practically shoves the glass back in Inho's hand and demands, "More."

Inho draws back in mock surrender and calmly pours him another drink of about the same amount. Gihun downs it once again in less than a couple minutes. After a third drink, Inho sees the tension that was built up in Gihun's shoulders loosen up and fade away. "Do you feel better?" Inho asks, placing a hand on Gihun's shoulder blade. Gihun smiles slightly and nods, looking over at Inho to confirm. 

Both men stare forwards at the screen as the guard calls upon the first player to vote. The player walks up to the podium, nervous and fear stricken. Gihun reaches for Inho's hand while entranced by the screen. Inho feels Gihun's knuckles brush against his own, and quickly glances down at their hands. He wanted to say something about it, but instead kept it to himself and let Gihun hold his hand. Inho figured the buzz was about to settle in for Gihun and that he was just beginning to lose his inhibitions. 

He despises me, yet when he's aroused, I'm the first comfort he seeks.

Inho thinks to himself, interlocking his fingers with Gihun's and gripping his hand slightly tighter. Gihun leans forward, watching the vote happen with no say in it. After a careful moment, the first player votes O. One tick brings the number up to one on the scoreboard in Gihun's mind as he carefully calculates the possibilities of this vote. 

The O's cheer that player on as they walk to the O side. Gihun watches as a familiar face walks up to the podium, immediately recognizing the face as Yongsik. A tiny wave of hope washed over Gihun. Yongsik immediately votes X as his team cheers him on. The vote continues, Gihun getting increasingly nervous with each vote. 

Inho pours him two more drinks as he asks for them, before cutting Gihun off the alcohol completely. "You're barred." Inho tells Gihun, taking the glass from Gihun and placing it on the table next to the decanter. Gihun turns to Inho, his eyes glossy as he looks at him with a confronting look. "I can't let you get plastered yet. You have to see the results." Inho insists. Gihun scoffs and lays back into the cushion. "Whatever, fuckface. You gonna suck me off while I do?" Gihun asks resentfully. Inho rolls his eyes and chuckles slightly before looking back at him and going, "Cmon, you've known me for three years and you still think I'm gonna do the same thing twice in a row?" 

"Have I known you for three years? Feels like I've only known you for two fucking days, INHO." Gihun bickers at Inho, slurring his words as he shouts Inho's name. Inho shushes him insistently. "Why should I?" Gihun asks in response. "Afraid your guards will hear me? HEY-" Gihun begins to yell, before Inho swoops his right arm around Gihun's back, pulling him in with a quick action while clasping his left hand around Gihun's mouth. "If you don't shut that pretty mouth up right now, I will fuck it." Inho threatens in a whisper, leaning into Gihun's ear as he spits his intentions. Gihun begins to shiver as he grabs Inho's thigh and arm to alleviate the feeling of intense arousal. "Do you understand?" Inho asks, glaring knives into Gihun's forehead. Gihun stares back at Inho, slightly frightened, and nods in compliance.

Inho lets a moment pass before loosening his grip and letting go of Gihun. In turn, Gihun's grip loosens as well, and his hands return to his own lap. "Watch. The votes are almost done." Inho demands, directing Gihun's attention back to the screen. Gihun reluctantly watches, feeling the room start to spin around him as he tries to focus on the events unfolding on the screen. Immediately, Gihun notices that the X side seems to have more volume than the O side. He leans forward in his seat in anticipation as he sees only three players left in the back. Inho watches Gihun get excited and smiles. "This feels familiar." Inho comments nonchalantly, his comment going unnoticed by Gihun. 

"Cmon, X. Please." Gihun pleads silently, balling his hands into fists on his lap. His feet are planted firmly on the ground as tension builds in his posture, this time from excitement. The next vote totals up to one more tick under the O, and another player joins the O side. "Damn it." Gihun whispers to himself. Inho notices his disappointment, and places his hand on Gihun's shoulder once again to comfort him. Gihun feels Inho's touch on his shoulder and holds his hand there with his own, interlocking their fingers together on Gihun's shoulder. 

The next player walks up to the podium, both teams cheering him on as if their lives depend on it. The player stares at his options, looks back at everyone behind him, then turns around to the podium and slams his hand down on the X. The X side cheers, and the votes are tied. Myunggi walks to the X side proudly, staying close to Junhee. 

It all boils down to one more voter. Daeho. 

Gihun sees his stature on the screen, seemingly frozen in time. Daeho almost looks like a zombie, as if all his life and emotions had been drained from him. He had clearly been through the wringer. 

"You got this, Daeho." Gihun whispers to himself, watching both crowds cheer him on. Daeho doesn't react to anyone, or anything for that matter, except for his number being called. Trembling, Daeho walks up to the podium. Everyone begins to watch him in silence as they realize how broken he is, unsure if either of them could convince him to swing their way regardless of how much they cheered. Daeho approaches the podium, and with a sullen face and weak limbs, his hand hovers over the buttons. 

"Daeho, please." Gihun whispers. Suddenly, on the other side, a voice erupts from the X side. "Daeho, I know you're scared, but we've gotten this far. Hit the X!" Hyunju encourages Daeho. Geumja pipes up as well, saying "Yes! Please! Think of all you've been through and what you've fought for!" 

Seonnyeo's voice breaks through the pleading. "Silence, denying fate its right of passage will only hinder its progress. You are all insolent fools! Death will only knock down his door much harder than yours." Seonnyeo preaches. Geumja and Hyunju scowl at her. Yongsik steps around the crowd to talk to Daeho.

"Daeho. Make the right choice. Jungbae would want you to." Yongsik pleads with him, hoping to hit Daeho where it hurts and drive him to hit the X.

Gihun watches his friends do exactly what he did from the start, except it all came down to one traumatized, disheveled person. He leans forward on his knees as if getting closer to the screen would hurry Daeho's decision. Inho leans forward to Gihun's ear, and softly he asks, "What do you think he's gonna press?" 

"The X. He has to..." Gihun says shakily. 

"Mmmm..does he, though?" Inho asks coyly, putting fear and dread in Gihun's thoughts once again. 

They both watch intently as Daeho turns away his attention from Yongsik and back to the buttons in front of him. He truly thinks about it, and in a swift moment, the buzzer sounds once again. A tick is added. The crowd cheers. 

Gihun is stricken with shock. "No..." Gihun whispers, watching in shell shock terror as the blue side jumps up and down in excitement. "That concedes the voting. Good luck, players." the pink guard says, right before Inho shuts off the screen. 

"What...Daeho..." is all Gihun can mutter before tears well up in his eyes. Violent sobs escape his lips, as he throws his face into his hands and cries. Inho tilts his head in pity, his grip on Gihun's hand being released immediately. "Honey, I'm so sorry." Inho tells him sincerely, this time reluctant to touch him. Gihun continues to cry in his hands. "However, I think you knew this would happen. Maybe that's why you're such a sobbing mess." Inho comments passively, watching him cry a little more before asking, "Would you like another drink, sir?"

Gihun catches his breath between sobs and draws back, glancing down at his hands soaked in tears and snot. Gross. I can't believe this...

Inho takes off his jacket and then his shirt, then hands Gihun the shirt. Gihun looks at the shirt, then Inho in confusion. "It was going in the wash anyway, wipe your face and your hands." Inho explains, shaking the shirt at him. Gihun slowly takes the shirt and wipes himself off as best as he can. 

Inho then pours him another glass of bourbon. "One more, for getting through it. It's getting late, though." Inho comments, handing over the glass. Gihun takes the glass, this time taking small sips from the drink. "I'm not tired." Gihun slurs, sniffling a little. Inho scoffs. "You sound like a toddler when you say that. I'm gonna get you a blanket, baby." Inho responds, standing up and putting on his jacket over his bare skin, then walking away to find a blanket.

Gihun sits in his drunkenness for a moment before realizing what Inho had said. Did he call me baby, or did he call me A baby? He thought to himself, before feeling himself beginning to sob again. He sulks in his emotions by slouching down wards into the couch, babysitting the drink in his hand. He looks at the glass and sees that there's only a quarter of a sip left. "Down the hatch." Gihun whispers, before completely annihilating the last drops in the glass. 

Inho comes back a few moments later, a white blanket neatly folded and radiating heat in his hands as he walks over to the couch. "I'm back, and I got you a-" Inho announces as he enters the room, before seeing Gihun face down on the couch, silent with the glass knocked over on the floor, inches from his fingertips. "Not tired, my ass." Inho groans as he gently lays the blanket over Gihun's body, then turns around to find his own quarters. But before he can turn on his heel to leave, Gihun mumbles with his face in the cushion loud enough for Inho to hear as he reaches out to him with one hand. 

"Come cuddle me." Gihun whines. Inho freezes in his spot, the whining simultaneously turning him on and overwhelming him with endearment. Inho hesitates, as he has things to take care of, but Gihun's apparently still awake, and fuck he's so cute.

"Ugh, fine." Inho whispers, as he turns around and takes off his jacket. He places it on the floor, then crawls under Gihun, gently guiding his upper body towards him so that Gihun could embrace him as closely as he drunkenly could. Gihun's hands slink around Inho's figure and end up loosely clasped around Inho's torso, as Inho lays his back against the arm rest of the couch and holds Gihun gently. Inho softly strokes Gihun's hair, twirling some of the strands between his fingers as he contemplates his thoughts. He reaches for the blanket and pulls it closer to Gihun to cover him up some more. 

Inho makes sure that Gihun is secure on top of him before leaning his head back, staring blankly at the ceiling. When Gihun feels secure, he mumbles into Inho's bare chest, thinking he couldn't hear. "I think I want to stay here." Inho's eyes light up from the statement, not in excitement but more so, surprise. Instead of paying it any mind, he just chalks it up to him being drunk.

He continues petting Gihun's hair mindlessly, while staring at the ceiling and noticing patterns on it that he hadn't before, as he had no other way to fall asleep. Suddenly, he feels a pinch where his pocket would be and grabs it with his free hand. He feels his pocket, and remembers the small switchblade he kept there. After adjusting its position in his pocket, he puts his hand on Gihun's back and holds him. Inho smiles contently, both satisfied with having Gihun in his arms, and the fact that he remembered to pocket the blade, as he needed the backup. He then throws his head back on the arm rest to look at the ceiling again. It wasn't long before the images started to grow darker, and before he could comprehend it, he fell asleep. 

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Like an explosion, a fanfare erupts from outside the room, as the PA announcer announces the morning wake up call. Gihun stirs from his sleep, opening his sleepy eyes to find himself staring across the room at a blank screen. He can feel his body laying in a position slightly lower than he remembers falling asleep in, but initially is too sleepy to move. That is, until he can hear a pulse beneath his ear, and a resistant force against it as well. This causes him to jerk awake, jolting upright until he sits up. He notices immediately where his head was pillowed, right between Inho's legs. 

Inho is still completely out, and Gihun is slightly offended that he had to wake up to morning wood in his ear. He notices Inho's leg is propped up on the couch, and he delivers a quick jab with his fist to the inside of Inho's thigh. Inho immediately jolts awake, grabbing the inside of his thigh with both of his hands and silently holding his mouth agape in pain. Once he finds his voice, Inho exclaims, "Ouch, Gihun, what the fuck was that for?"

"I'm hungover, there's an insanely loud bitch on that fucking speaker, and you woke me up with morning wood in my god damn ear!" Gihun ranted, expressing all of his anger with one hand while holding his aching head in the other. "Fuck, how is any of that my fault?" Inho asks defensively. Gihun groans in pain, his groan transitioning into a laugh when he realizes what Inho said. From there, he couldn't stop giggling. "Damn, you're actually insane." Inho comments, only to get a rise out of him. But Inho wholeheartedly enjoyed it when Gihun at least seemed happy. 

"ME? INSANE? Motherfucker I-" Gihun begins to shout, before stopping himself in his own tracks. Inho laughs at how easy it is to get Gihun worked up, until he notices that Gihun stopped cussing him out suddenly. He watches Gihun's behavior to find out what could possibly be wrong now. A moment of silence occurs before Gihun looks around frantically. "Did everyone make it through the night? Ask somebody right now!" Gihun demands, grabbing Inho by the shoulders forcefully. 

"She'll announce it, my love." Inho assures him calmly, gently pushing Gihun's hands off of his shoulders. 

Gihun gives a furious scowl to Inho before he pauses and listens to the announcement intently, listening for the calling out of any player numbers. Silence solidifies between the two. The PA drones on about the morning routine, but doesn't announce any player numbers before going silent. Gihun breathes a hefty sigh of relief. 

Inho stares at Gihun, perplexed by his reaction. "There's not much more of them left, not sure why you're still panicking about the numbers. Unless, that's just something you're fond of doing?" Inho tells Gihun, asking the question in an interrogating way, causing Gihun to get defensive. "Do you think I'm a gambler still? Those numbers are living people." Gihun retorts, staring wide eyed at Inho with frustration behind his face. 

Inho sits upright and swings his legs off of the couch until he's sat upright next to Gihun again. This time, he gets closer, placing his hand on the inside of his thigh securely. He looks at Gihun, who in turn is avoiding eye contact. "See, you've been saying that you're concerned about the lives of these people, yet you put a gun in their hands without any consideration for their lives at all." Inho states, questioning Gihun's morality while he says nothing. "I feel like even if I let you go, and I put you back with them, they'd cast you out immediately. Maybe someone would kill you in your sleep. I don't know." Inho continues, noticing Gihun hasn't moved and wont look at him. He then gently turns Gihun's face towards his own with the palm of his hand. "But I do know, that no matter what your intentions were, you fucked up, and as we saw from Daeho last night, I think some people are starting to change their minds about you, Seong Gihun." 

Gihun stares ahead at the blank screen from the corner of his eye, his face still turned towards Inho. Inho lets go of Gihun's face and turns away from Gihun to turn on the screen, this time showing the cams in a new arena that Gihun hadn't been in before. The players are on two sides of a line, and the rules are being explained to them by the PA announcer. Gihun quickly gets annoyed by her voice, and turns to Inho, with exasperation in his eyes and voice as he begs him, "Turn that off, please."

Inho chuckles and puts an arm around Gihun's shoulders. "What, you don't wanna watch the last game, 456?" Inho lilts, his left hand slinking up Gihun's thighs, down to between his legs. Gihun already felt tingly from the forceful threat from earlier, this made the feeling more intense. Gihun sucks in his lips and tries to focus his vision on the ceiling, his eyebrows creasing downward so far he almost felt dizzy from the contradiction in his vision. Struggling to find anything to say in response, Gihun elects to stay silent. 

With a silent, swift motion, Inho pulls a small switchblade from the pocket of his jeans and flips it open, laying the tip of the blade just on the side of Gihun's throat. He then uses the hand around Gihun's shoulders to pull his hair back instead. "Remember who's house you're in, my love. I'm breaking a million rules just by having you in this room. I could've killed you instead." Inho growls, pressing the cold, blunt side of the blade against Gihun's neck. This causes Gihun to shudder in fear, now violently shaking. He thought he had garnered Inho's trust by following every order, and then some, so the sudden change in mood was shocking. 

Inho observes his shock, and laughs in response. "You still trust me, don't you?" Inho asked. "You never fucking learn."

Gihun stares at Inho, this time with an intense resentment. The words he yearns to say in this moment all swarm the tip of his tongue, but as the blade digs deeper into the skin of his lower neck, he swallows them back down. Instead, he chokes on his words as he admits, "I don't trust you. I love you." 

This freezes Inho. Not because of what he said, but because of how he said it. Gihun was completely sober, alert, and afraid. A knife held to his throat, under his grasp, and he said something so jarring that the anger in Inho's eyes flashed to curiosity. The blade freezes flat on top of Gihun's collarbone. Gihun's lips tremble and his eyes well up with tears. "I never trusted you, in fact. You've blindfolded me, tied me up...thrown me out on to the street..." Gihun begins to say through gritted teeth. Inho listens intently, a glint of uncertainty settling in his eyes as he fears he may have spoke too much. 

"I never had any reason to trust you. But I came back because I love you. Does that make you happy, Inho? I love you, is that what you wanted to hear?" Gihun asks, his questions getting more intense as he spits them in Inho's face. "I love the thrill of the games, not knowing when I might die, the adrenaline, the simplicity of these playground games. I especially love how I never got to see your face and yet I got to know you so well." Gihun explains, his tone getting more excited and intense. He grabs Inho's shoulders while he's frozen in his tracks, Inho's hand that holds the knife now being held back in a stabbing grip. Gihun's hands slink upwards to Inho's face as he gently places his palms on Inho's jaw and forces him to make eye contact. "I came back because you are the source of that rush, that high that I kept searching for in other things. The uncertainty was my wife, and you are my seductive mistress. You're right, I am a fucking gambler, it makes me horny to bet on my own life. Does that make your dick hard, Inho?" 

For a moment, Inho pauses, physically drawing back away from Gihun and putting the switch blade on the floor. He looks down at his lap, noticing his pants getting a little tighter in between before looking back at Gihun and laughing. "Good job. You win." is all Inho says, with a smug grin on his face. Gihun's hands retract to his sides. His face contorts to an expression of surprise. "What do you mean, I win?" Gihun asks. Without a word, Inho turns and uses the remote to turn up the volume of the game on the screen. Gihun's attention is drawn to it, and the shocking image of a blood bath makes him immediately uncomfortable.

A moment of silence stands between them. Inho stands up to watch the game on the screen as people are shot down one by one, smiling as he turns to Gihun and says, "Now that you've said all of that, do you think you're a horrible person? Go on, be honest." 

Instead of wasting any time thinking, Gihun decides to speak his mind and say the first thing that he thinks of. "Yes, I suppose I do." Gihun admits, shame waving over him. He keeps his eyes on Inho intently. 

"I could ask you why you cared about these people so much, then. But I think I know the answer to that." Inho responds, crossing his arms and staring at the game, watching the bodies drop one by one and being fully entertained. Further confused by Inho's ambiguity, Gihun attempts to watch the same thing Inho's watching to get a further view into what he's thinking, and sees that more people have died. Inho notices Gihun move closer in his seat to the screen, and casually takes a step back to where his hip was right next to Gihun's shoulder. He then places a hand on the side of his head, sifting his fingers through his hair and rubbing his head with his thumb. 

With a look of adoration and pride, Inho looks down at Gihun, who's watching on with some kind of intense expression on his face that Inho can't quite read. "I'll leave you to watch this alone. I think you earned the time to yourself." Inho tells Gihun, pausing for a moment to let Gihun respond to him. 

Gihun stays still, and surprisingly finds himself warming up to the touch. While somber from realizing the sad reality of who he really proved himself to be, Gihun's expression turns to one of guilt as he slowly wraps his arm around Inho's leg, spreading his hand across the front of Inho's thigh and keeping him still. "Don't. You don't have anything to do." Gihun mutters, leaning his head on Inho's hip.

"That's awfully bold of you to assume-" Inho retorts, but is quickly cut off by Gihun swiftly escaping Inho's touch and falling to his knees in front of him, sitting pretty on his heels and looking up at Inho with an alluring look in his eyes. Inho looks down at his wide, puppy eyes and quickly throws his head back in frustration, attempting to look away with no success.

After a moment of Inho failing to break eye contact with Gihun's innocent yet seductive gaze. "Fuck, Gihun, you won already, why are you rubbing it in?" Inho asks in frustration. At that, Gihun came to a realization that Inho's original intention was never to fuck his life up, or to cause him a life of terror. It was all a huge lesson, that Gihun was too stubborn to learn. The reason he knew this now was because even though he admitted that he was an awful person, and what really went on in his mind, Inho still hasn't harmed or killed him. Gihun basically confessed to a crime that Inho forced him to admit to, and instead of hurting him or getting revenge, Inho takes even more care of him now. 

So obviously, Gihun felt, he had to return the favor. 

"I know you don't have anything else to do, who takes care of a hostage like their sick husband when they have something else to do?" Gihun teases, watching a slight pink blush creep on to Inho's cheeks. He then glances down at Inho's bulge, which is so prevalent he was surprised he hadn't noticed it until this second. "You should unbuckle that belt. I think your dick could use the pleasure." Gihun lilts, placing his hands on either side of Inho's dick and grabbing softly. Inho looks down at Gihun, who's face is just inches away from his now debilitating boner, and clicks his tongue. 

"Damn it." Inho groans, impatiently undoing the buckle on his belt and pushing Gihun's head back to get him out of the way of his belt. He then practically rips it out of the loops and throws it to the side. Gihun waits patiently for Inho to get done fumbling with his pants buttons, but is instead surprised to see Inho pause before even touching them. Suddenly, Gihun finds his face being grabbed by his chin as Inho tilts his face upwards. "Cmon, don't be shy now." Inho encourages Gihun.

Gihun smiles at him and hums a short note of approval, fixing his gaze on Inho's as he reaches his hands up to the hem of Inho's pants, skillfully undoing the button in a second as if he had done this a hundred times. Inho laughs, impressed by Gihun's tactful quickness. "I used to unhook my wife's bra that fast." Gihun mentions playfully, biting down on his bottom lip and pulling at the waistband of Inho's pants.

Inho laughs even harder as he helps Gihun take his own pants off, throwing them with the belt and sitting down on the couch behind him. In a joint effort, they both slip Inho's briefs down his legs, his firm erection now rising from the his body. Gihun puts the briefs to the side and readjusts himself on his heels, straightening his back and sliding his hands upwards on Inho's thighs, groping at the sides of Inho's now pulsing member. 

Both of their eyes widen, both of them equally intrigued by each others drive. Gihun finds himself now completely relaxed, as does Inho, both of them now genuinely enjoying each other's presence. They take a moment to breathe in this moment, before Gihun wraps his hand around the base of Inho's dick. He then sticks out his tongue and leans forward to touch Inho's tip, gliding his wet tongue on a spot that made Inho squirm. 

Gihun maintains eye contact with Inho, elongating the lick on his tip to make him more excited, before opening his jaw and craning his neck down to take Inho's full length down his throat. 

Inho feels his tip reach the back of Gihun's throat and unexpectedly jerks his hips upwards, making Gihun gag a little on his length. This gave Gihun the fuel to work his tongue up and down Inho's length while his head was still down, refusing to let go. Inho doesn't let him either, holding Gihun's head by his hair and readjusting the position of his hips. Gihun moves the rest of his body with Inho's shift but otherwise keeps his mouth focused on Inho's dick, bobbing his head back and forth on it and using as much spit as he could make to fully enhance the wet feeling. 

A long, drawn out moan escapes Inho's throat, as he throws his head back and looks up at the ceiling. Continuing to keep his grasp on Gihun's hair, he guides the movement of Gihun's head on his length with ease. Inho looks up at the screen and watches, trying to split his attention between Gihun and his immaculate mouth skills, and the bloodbath happening on his own island. Realizing that the stimulation on his dick is just too distracting, Inho strategically reaches for the remote while trying not to bother GIhun, and shuts the screen off. He then quietly places the remote back where he got it on the table. 

Gihun, none the wiser, takes his hand off of Inho's cock, and slowly lifts his throat off of Inho's length. A slight pop noise erupts as Inho's tip leaves Gihun's lips. Saliva trails from Gihun's bottom lip and drips down his chin, as he lays his tongue out and grins at Inho. He then uses his hand to lay gentle strokes on Inho's shaft, keeping the blood rushing to his tip effectively. 

"How's that for shy, asshole?" Gihun asks affectionately, giggling a little after his question. Inho rolls his eyes at Gihun's remark and immediately sits up, pulling Gihun's hair back and locking Gihun's head in his arms, Gihun still sitting on his heels and shaking slightly from the strained position. Inho uses both of his hands to sift through Gihun's hair and pull his head back to face him, and looks down on Gihun with a slightly more intense lust. "Want me to do something really disgusting?" Inho asks, a gloss of inspiration glazing his eyes.

Gihun shifts his weight down on to his butt and crosses his legs as minimally as he can, then slips his hands upwards to Inho's face and holds him just as Inho holds his. With a sultry whisper, Gihun replies, "You can do whatever you want. I'm yours."

Inho smiles and uses his thumb to press down on Gihun's chin, forcing him to part his lips and open his mouth. He then uses the spit built up from drooling over Gihun's extremely attractive sexual prowess, and spills it from his mouth into Gihun's. Gihun flinches once he feels the spit touch his tongue, as he had never had anyone do that to him before, so the feeling was foreign. But, it was far from disappointing. 

Once Inho finishes, Gihun swallows it immediately, trying to think of it as if it were cum. Inho draws back and watches him swallow, smiling in approval once he sees Gihun grin in approval. "That was gross, but really hot." Gihun comments, Inho nods in agreement. "Now you can taste how good your blow jobs feel." Inho responds. Gihun's eyes light up in amazement. Clever, Gihun thought to himself. 

Both men draw back from each other, Gihun being the first to stand up as he begins to slip off the baggy, unassuming spare clothes given to him. He takes off his briefs with the pants, revealing a throbbing dick that was so stimulated it was dripping a small flood of precum from the tip. 

Inho brings Gihun closer by grabbing his thighs, forcing Gihun to step closer before he can even rip off his shirt. Gihun gets closer to Inho until his shaft practically lays on the tip of Inho's nose, and while Gihun begins to pull his shirt over his head, Inho sticks out his tongue and graces Gihun's balls with the touch of his warm tongue, making Gihun shudder in his tracks. Gihun then practically rips off his shirt and tosses it to the side, then turns his head towards Inho and watches him work his tongue on him.

Gihun feels a gentle touch from Inho's hands as he slides them up his thighs towards his butt, and grabs as much as his hands can allow, pulling him in slightly closer than before. Inho finds his face pressed against Gihun's dick and Gihun looks down at him puzzled, cocking his head to the side to show his confusion. 

"What are you doing, sweetie?" Gihun asks, calling Inho a pet name without realizing it. 

Inho draws back, noticing the awkwardness of his position but also trying to contain his excitement upon hearing a pet name escape Gihun's lips without him noticing. "Sorry, I just really love the smell." Inho explains, and before anything else can be said, Inho looks up at Gihun with slightly parted lips, hovering his hand over Gihun's dick and nodding towards it to ask in a nonverbal way if he can continue. Gihun nods in approval, Inho enveloping Gihun's length in his mouth in response. 

With tenderness, Inho treats Gihun's cock with his mouth gently, causing him to moan and whimper every time he glides his tongue upwards on Gihun's shaft. Inho quickly begins to notice that there's a specific spot on Gihun's cock that makes him moan a little louder, and continues to pay more attention to it. When Gihun catches on to this, he jerks Inho's head back and whispers, "Inho, please don't do that, they'll hear me."

Inho shakes his head slightly and whispers back, "It's okay, they can't hear you moan. Just don't yell or scream, okay baby?" in a gentle, assuring tone. Gihun nods in response, allowing him to continue. Before continuing however, Inho grins and decides to tease Gihun a little further by saying, "Good, now fuck my face honey." 

This triggers something animalistic in Gihun, as he patiently waits for Inho to put his mouth back on his cock. Gihun waits for Inho to get his dick slightly more wet, before taking Inho's head by his hair on both sides, and forcefully bringing him down on his length. He tries to emulate the same strength Inho put on him just a few days ago, sliding in and out of Inho's throat with ease while Inho suppresses his gag reflex and keeps his grip on the back of Gihun's thighs tighter. 

Gihun then cocks his leg up onto the couch beside Inho, digging his heel into the cushion. Inho still continues to keep his grip on Gihun's thighs, this time wrapping his arm around his thigh for support. Gihun keeps a firm grip on Inho's head and continues thrusting into his face. "Sometimes...I forget...I'm taller than you..." Gihun grunts between thrusts, knowing Inho can't say anything. Inho however, looks up at Gihun with creased eyebrows and wide eyes as his mouth is perpetually full of Gihun's length.

"I know you can take this dick." Gihun says reassuringly, using the back of his hand to push Inho's hair out of his face. Inho stares at him with determination, confidence burning like a flame in his eyes. "You're doing so fucking well." Gihun praises in a guttural groan, his thrusts getting quicker. "Fuck, where did you learn to take dick this well?" Gihun asks in a breathy moan, using this opportunity to use spite and playfulness in a vengeful way for the same reasons Inho had before. Inho immediately recognized this pattern and found himself absolutely enjoying every word Gihun uttered at him. 

Gihun feels himself close to bursting at the tip, and as he can feel himself about to cum while thrusting, he looks down at Inho and gets his attention by grabbing his hair on the side again. "Ready?" is all Gihun can manage to grunt, to which Inho immediately nods in response. 

Then, unable to hold off any longer, Gihun's lips part into an O shape as he throws his head back and pounds one final thrust into Inho's face, this time launching a shot of hot cum onto the back of Inho's throat. Inho winces at the initial contact, but otherwise doesn't budge until Gihun finishes pumping into his mouth. Once Gihun feels drained from his dick to the point where the skin feels raw and sensitive, he pulls back out of Inho's throat and steps back from Inho's grasp. 

A gulp sound comes from Inho's throat as he swallows Gihun's load, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Gihun pants heavily, watching his dick deflate and drip slightly from the tip. He places his hands on his hips and sighs in relief. "Fuck, that was great." Gihun whispered between breaths. Inho wipes the slight snot from his nose due to the angle of his head, and sniffles a little to get the rest of it to stop running. 

Patting down on the cushion beside him, Inho looks up at a worn out Gihun, and tells him, "Lay down on your stomach." He then stands up to give Gihun room to do so. Gihun looks up at Inho instantly, seemingly shocked that Inho would request something like that of him at this moment. Inho however, doesn't change pace and patiently waits for Gihun to follow his order. 

Gihun glares at Inho, his eyes shifting to an expression of only slight annoyance. But still, he fell soft for Inho. "You're lucky I love you." Gihun mutters, before attempting to lower himself face down onto the couch in a way that didn't make his already sensitive dick rub against the leather. Inho smiles and picks up Gihun's shirt, folding it into a thick square and having Gihun lift his hips so that he can put it under him. "I love you too, you horny fuck." Inho responds to him, after getting the shirt to act as a pillow for Gihun's dick. 

Gihun rolls his eyes and says nothing, crossing his arms and laying his head on top of them while straightening his legs on the couch. Inho waits for Gihun to get into a comfortable position before straddling the space just under Gihun's hips, using his leg hanging off the couch to stabilize himself while putting his other leg in the crevice between Gihun and the couch. He then lowers his hips down onto the back of Gihun's legs, his dick just inches away from Gihun's hole. Inho pauses for a moment, then looks around and tries to remember where he left his lube. 

"Looking for this?" Gihun asks, holding up a small, purple bottle with a cap on it. He swoops his arm behind him to hand it to Inho, who takes it while wondering how Gihun had the bottle before he even found it. Shrugging off the mystery, Inho pours a generous amount of the clear liquid directly on Gihun's hole, causing him to shiver and sink deeper into the couch before he pours some on his own shaft. With a few gentle strokes, Inho uses his hand to condense the liquid on his dick, then positions his tip just at the bottom of Gihun's hole. He then leans forward until his lips are mere inches away from Gihun's ear, and asks in a low voice, "Ready?"

Gihun nods, burying his face in his arms to hide his blush. Inho leans back to look at the position of his dick, realigning it with Gihun's entrance. Without wasting anymore time, Inho gently eases himself into Gihun, guiding his dick with his hand wrapped around the base. Gihun moans, stifling the sound with his arm as he felt he could scream at the initial feeling if he let himself do so. Inho moans with him, his moan softer and quieter. 

As Gihun's walls close around Inho's dick, Inho feels intense pleasure build up from his dick to his chest, his breath hitched from the sensation of warmth and softness. He grabs Gihun's hips and digs his thumbs into Gihun's back, bucking his hips forward to get substantial thrusts into Gihun's body. Gihun moans with each gentle stroke, feeling his g spot massaged by Inho's length. Gihun puts his arm against the couch on his back while Inho finds himself lost in his thrusts, pulling Inho out of his trance by extending and retracting his fingers to signal to Inho to hold his hand. 

Instead of taking that signal at face value, Inho smirks and holds Gihun's wrist up to the middle of his back, and uses his other hand to hold on to Gihun's hip as he leans forward and sinks deeper inside of Gihun. Inho's hips now smack against Gihun's butt, Gihun throwing his head back and using all of his might to repress his urge to scream, despite having his mouth wide open in pleasure. Gihun slowly blinks, closing his eyes intensely to alleviate the pressure in his face from the position he was in. When Gihun finds his voice, he tries to whisper yell so as to not disturb anyone outside the room. "FUCK!" is all Gihun can quietly muster, as he buries his face deeper into his free arm. 

The muscles in Gihun's legs tense up, as he practically trembles from his hips down to his ankles. Inho pays no mind to this as he now thrusts harder, pounding into Gihun every few beats to make it harder for him to struggle to keep quiet. Inho grins at Gihun, finding entertainment in making him louder despite not letting him be. Gihun clasps his hand around his mouth, noises clawing at his mouth and begging to be let go. Inho puts his hand that was on Gihun's hip on the cushion beside Gihun's head to get better leverage, and to lean down towards his ear and moan, "Good, keep quiet. You're doing great." with an airy, seductive tone that made Gihun shudder from both the melody of his voice and the feeling of Inho's warm breath against his ear. 

With an intense, warm blush flooding Gihun's face, he hides his face in his arm again, this time bringing both arms under his face. Inho focuses his hands on Gihun's hips again and drives his dick deeper inside Gihun, slowing down his pace to breathe in how immaculate Gihun's walls feel wrapped around his length. Thinking too deeply, a pool of intense viscosity fills Inho's shaft, and quickly he leans forward into Gihun's ear to breathe, "I'm gonna cum, sweetheart."

Gihun nods, his panting replacing what would otherwise be a verbal response. Inho places a few soft kisses on Gihun's face and neck before drawing back and placing a hand on the small of Gihun's back. He then allows a slightly louder, more guttural moan to escape his lips before letting his release pool inside Gihun. Gihun moans, controlling his volume to sound on the same level as Inho's. The feeling of Inho's cum spraying against his g spot caused Gihun to shudder violently, and his legs to shake. Inho pumps inside him a couple more times to make sure every drop was let out, before pulling out gently and standing up to get off of Gihun. 

"Fascinating." Inho sighs, looking over Gihun's sweaty, flushed body. Gihun buries his face into his arms and catches his breath, then puts his arms under his chest to support his now banging heart. Once he gathered the spit in his mouth to be able to talk, Gihun turns his head over to look up at Inho from his laying position, and says spitefully,

"After you're done taking a picture, get me a towel." 

Inho laughs and nods, smiling at his now spiteful but satisfied victim laying on his couch. "Sure honey, whatever you say."