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Entry tags:	fandom: k-pop, fandom: super junior, pairing: shiwon/eeteuk, pairing: shiwon/hankyung

Second Choice (1/1)
pairing(s); ShiHan, ShiTeuk, mention of ShiChul
rating; R
genre; AU
word count; 829
summary; "I'm sure you won't leave here unsatisfied. His name is Hangeng. He's Chinese and he doesn't speak any Korean," Eeteuk says it all with almost perfectly masked annoyance, and Shiwon can barely keep himself from laughing out loud. Of course it would be hard to sell a whore who doesn't even know what you want him to do.
a/n; ... omg what? This is so random asdfsdfgdsgt- No, really. I just wanted some nasty!Shiwon.




"I might know what you need," Eeteuk coos, fingering the silken black choker around his slender neck. Shiwon shakes his head in annoyance.
"You know who I want."
Eeteuk pouts, calculated but undeniably sexy. His hand leaves his neck in favor of smoothing over Shiwon's arm, his fingers long and white on the expensive black material of Shiwon's suit jacket. Shiwon smirks, just a tiny bit. Eeteuk takes it as a positive sign.
"I'm really sorry, but we can't help it. Rella's sick. But," and Eeteuk leans in close, breathing the words against Shiwon's neck,"believe me, I can offer you something way better."
"Are you back in the business?" Shiwon murmurs, circling Eeteuk's slender waist with his arms. Eeteuk chuckles.
"No, I'm afraid not. But then it was never business with you," he adds, brushing Shiwon's mouth with every exhaled syllable, and Shiwon smiles despite himself. Good times, good times.
"So tell me, what do I need?"
Eeteuk's smile widens, shapes, transforms into something entirely else than smoky seduction.
"I'm sure you won't leave here unsatisfied. His name is Hangeng. He's Chinese and he doesn't speak any Korean," Eeteuk says it all with almost perfectly masked annoyance, and Shiwon can barely keep himself from laughing out loud. Of course it would be hard to sell a whore who doesn't even know what you want him to do.

Eeteuk leads him down the lowly lit corridor and Shiwon feels a pang of regret as they pass by Rella's door. Shiwon quite likes Rella - or Heechul, though he's come as far to pleading as Shiwon suspects he will ever get for Shiwon to keep his real name a secret. He's one of those exquisite but sadly ruined beauties from the country, harsh words and embarrassing dialect hiding a sharp mind, a battered but undeniably pretty doll Shiwon has come quite fond of over the past few months. Nowadays, Rella is Shiwon's Saturday night fun more often than not with his bitter tobacco kisses, sweet sweet cologne, smooth skin paler than any women's.

"I'm sure you'll adore him," Eeteuk purrs as they take a left turn and come to a stop by the second door. "He is really quite pretty and obedient."
"Which is why you couldn't sell him to anyone else. Hm, Teukie?" Shiwon laughs at Eeteuk's chagrined expression. "Don't try to play the salesman with me, you know I've been taught these tricks much sooner than you. Which reminds me, you should give my father a visit. I'm sure he would appreciate it."
Eeteuk grimaces.
"I would rather give you a visit..." he starts, one hand reaching for Shiwon's arm again, but Shiwon grasps his fingers midair between his own, squeezing non too gently.
"You forget your place, Jungsu."
Eeteuk smirks, eyes averted.
"As you wish, sir. As you wish."


+


"Stand," Shiwon commands simply, the foreign syllables rolling heavy from his tongue.
Hangeng's eyes widen a friction as he pushes himself to his feet, smoothing nervous hands over his white tunic. Shiwon briefly wonders if the boy's wearing his own clothes or Eeteuk's found himself a creative outlet again. Not that it really matters; the effect is the same either way. There is something clean about his features - soft and maybe a bit plain but nonetheless attractive - his dark gaze - locked onto Shiwon's the minute Shiwon steps into the room - something open and pure that immediately makes Shiwon want to taint him.

"Come here."
And Hangeng does, gaze averted, shoulders stiff as he walks over to where Shiwon's standing, his back to the closed door. Shiwon traces light fingertips over the curve of Hangeng's cheek, his high cheekbone, down the soft line of his jaw as Shiwon tilts his chin up, looking him in the eye.
"Do you kiss?" Shiwon asks, because even if he's a nasty, perverted bastard, he's never been the kind to make his dolls uncomfortable.

Not at first and not in such a crude way, at any rate.

Shiwon smiles despite himself as Hangeng nods, looking almost shy as the corners of his mouth pull upwards.
"Good."
Hangeng tastes light and sweet, fresh on his tongue like Yinzhen. Shiwon hums appreciatively as he deepens the kiss, stroking Hangeng's black hair, his other hand sliding over the white silk covering Hangeng's back, mapping out hard muscle and the bumps of the other boy's spine. Much to Shiwon's surprise, Hangeng kisses him back with equal passion.

Their lips part wetly and for a few moments, they breathe the same hot, used air as they pant into each other's mouths harshly.
"Do you suck cock?" Shiwon whispers.

Hangeng smiles; the same shy little smile he did a few minutes ago, and gets on his knees in answer.