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And I'll always be waiting in the back room (hooker!AU)
Title: And I'll always be waiting in the back room
Focus: Shiwon/Heechul, Shiwon/Hankyung
Genre: hooker!AU!
Rating: R
Word Count: 700
Previously: Catch up here.
A/N: SEX! \o/ Ahahahahaaaaaa..... I'm going to Hell. Title stolen from Fall Out Boy's "The Take Over, The Break's Over".





"What, no Chinese tonight?"

Shiwon smirks, presses into Heechul's body with his own like he belongs there, fingers locked with Heechul's in a death grip between their bodies.

"I don't feel like having anything spicy."

Heechul hisses, struggles. He wants out of the hold, out of the room, out of his skin. Shiwon smells like smoke and cologne, fresh sweat and expensive soap. Familiar, heady, dizzying. It's just not fair play.

Heechul wants out of here.

"Stop," Shiwon snaps, fingers tightening around Heechul's, hot and sweaty. "Fuck you, Rella, hold still."

"No, fuck you," Heechul hisses back. He flexes his arms, his wrists, arches off the wall. Turns his head sharply when Shiwon tries to kiss him silent.

"I could kick you out for this," Shiwon says against his neck; quiet, contemplating. "I could beat you for this."

I could kill you for this, he doesn't say, but Heechul hears it anyway, the words sending a shiver down his spine.

"So do," he replies weakly, sagging against Shiwon's hold, face pressed into the crook of Shiwon's neck. "I don't care. I'm no one's fucking second choice."

Shiwon tenses with a sharp intake of breath, and Heechul waits - maybe now, maybe--

Shiwon pushes away from the wall, from Heechul's body, smoothing his hands down the front of his shirt. Heechul imagines a flicker of emotion in his eyes, imagines Shiwon's features softening, bottomless black turning a warm brown.

It never happens.

"If I knew you were such a woman," Shiwon says with a smirk that makes Heechul dizzy, hot and cold and shuddery with need and dread and honest hatred,"I wouldn't have fucked you that first time. Bye, Rella."

Heechul doesn't know why he does it. Heechul doesn't know anything as he grabs after Shiwon's arm, tears at his shirt with fingers and nails and shameless desperation. Shiwon glances at the hand on his arm first, then he looks up at Heechul and Heechul knows he's lost; the last of his dignity gone with this one silent admission.

It's difficult, incredibly difficult, and yet there is nothing else Heechul could do. He doesn't want to undress, doesn't want to climb on the bed, doesn't want to hold onto the headboard as Shiwon's belt clinks and his zipper slides open; too slow, too loud in the dark. Heechul doesn't want to hiss, doesn't want to arch with pleasure, doesn't want to take it like the greedy whore he is, but he does it all anyway - does it because it's Shiwon doing these things to him and Heechul's snotty arrogance is no match to Shiwon's feral strength. At least Heechul is smart enough to know that.

"Easy, easy," Shiwon coos even as his fingers tighten on Heechul's hips; bruising, marking, keeping him above the surface and Heechul has to brace himself every time Shiwon thrusts into him, hard and no-nonsense.

Heechul doesn't, honestly doesn't want all this, and he also wishes he wouldn't come - wouldn't let Shiwon see just how much he loves this; the feeling of being Shiwon's.


***


Hangeng loves the sound of Shiwon's voice, the sharp Korean syllables in his ears as Shiwon fucks him gently, carefully, as if Hangeng weren't just a whore, as if he were actually someone in Shiwon's eyes.

Hangeng isn't dumb, though. He's seen this before, and a lot more. He knows he shouldn't fall for it; this utmost care which never lasts longer than a few weeks, months if he's lucky. Shiwon has the power, the money, the looks - everything one needs to step on when they get bored.

Hangeng isn't delusional. He knows he's not more than an exotic treat, a special dish, but 'special' doesn't stick. Sooner or later, Shiwon's going to get bored, and then he's going to leave - either in favor of something new or something old and precious, Hangeng isn't sure.

(He already placed his bet on the latter, though.)