Current mood:	sleepy
Entry tags:	fandom: hooker!verse (sm town), fandom: k-pop, fandom: super junior, pairing: siwon/heechul, pairing: yehsung/heechul

Title Showdown
hooker!verse fic; follows Gravity
Rating R
Pairing(s) Yesung/Heechul, Siwon/Heechul
Word Count ~ 1100
A/N Ah, it's been so long since I last wrote anything for the 'verse. I might be a bit out of touch, but I hope this instalment will bring a few twists to the story (as if we didn't have enough of those already Anna wtf are you doing again *criesss*).
Dedicated to Chris & Prissy, of course, and all you awesome people who've who stuck with us in our more unproductive times. :D Special thanks to Lee Minwoo for providing sexy background music to my scheming the aforementioned two for all their much needed prodding. ;D

"You wanted to see me."

"Yes," Yesung says simply, and then he doesn't say anything else for a long time - not to Heechul, at least. All his attention seems to be on the barely clad girl by his side - completely understandable, considering her busy little hands and mouth.

Heechul sighs, takes a sip of his drink more out of irritation than any actual desire to drink. He doesn't like this, not at all; the way Yesung called him here in the middle of the night - the middle of his shift - and this club; it's a nasty place, drugs and shit like that, Heechul's heard the rumors. What Heechul dislikes even more than the setting is Yesung himself, though. He's one shady motherfucker, no question about it, and Heechul has the inkling suspicion that any business Yesung might have with Rella - in private at that - can't come without a side dish of danger.

"Are you enjoying yourself?"

Heechul turns and glances at Yesung, his strange little smirk and the brown head moving in his lap, and decides to do what he does best. He grins, showing teeth freely. "Oh, immensely. You seem bored, though?" and he nods down at the girl, trying not to snort in amusement as Yesung pushes her head and she gags, struggling for breath. Heechul's grin widens as he leans over, planting his elbows on the creaky leather seat of the couch to whisper in her ear, "Do you need help with that? Seems to be too big of a task for such a little lady like yourself."

She gives him a dirty sideways look in answer, bleary with tears and smeared mascara, and Yesung's laugh is husky and amused above them. "That's enough, Ayumi. You might go."

"But oppa..." she whines in her shrill, girly voice, her lips glistening wetly in the dim light. She has one hand still holding onto Yesung's cock as if it were her fucking lifeline and Heechul has a hard time trying not to crack up at the thought. She can't be older than Boa, Heechul thinks, maybe even younger, and it's kind of sad - it really is - but Heechul just can't find it in himself to really give a shit.

"He said you can fuck off," he tells her, smiling for all the world like he just won the lottery by claiming Yesung and having the satisfaction of seeing her go without payment. In truth, Heechul knows little Ayumi is probably better off like this in the longrun, and thus he can't even be bothered to react when she gives him the finger and stomps off, almost stumbling in her high heels as she tears down the stairs leading to the dance floor.

"You have a rather unique way with women," Yesung observes idly.

Heechul shrugs. "I'm not into cunt."

"Oh?" Yesung inquires. "So what are you into?"

Instead of replying, Heechul just gives Yesung's general crotch area a meaningful glance. The black (fake?) leather of the couch creaks over the music as Yesung leans against it with a pleased little smile, his arms thrown over the back carelessly. "So get on it."


**


"You've been away for an awfully long time."

Heechul steps into the room and shuts the door after himself quickly, trying to ignore the way his heart is beating in his throat.

"What the fuck are you doing here? You can't just waltz in whenever you please anymore."

"Oh?" Siwon raises a mocking eyebrow, not moving an inch from where he's lounging on the bed, leaning against the headboard. "What? Worried for me, Rella?"

"Oh, immensely," Heechul replies for the second time that night, and he has the feeling he's lying again. "Yesung will have you thrown to the dogs if he finds you here."

Siwon shrugs. "Yesung is not here."

"Yeah, really?" Heechul snorts. "How do you know?"

Siwon shrugs again. "I know what I know. And let's not pretend you weren't sucking his cock just an hour ago."

Heechul stiffens. He notices for the first time - and when had he gone so blind? - that Siwon is anything but calm, casual act or not. His eyes are blazing with anger as he watches Heechul, and it's such a rare sight; Siwon being anything but a brick wall - what brick, pure cement - that Heechul doesn't even realize that part of said anger is directed at him, not until Siwon stalks over the room and has his back against the wall, his wrists in matching iron grips.

"How could you?" Siwon hisses.

"What?" Heechul whispers, licking at his suddenly too dry lips. "What? How could I do my job?"

Siwon looks torn at that - probably between backhanding Heechul or telling him what a greedy little whore he is, and Heechul is amused but somehow just can't bring himself to laugh.

When Siwon lets his arms drop and steps away from him, Heechul's not quite sure what to do. "What? Not in the mood?"

Siwon ignores the sarcasm. "What did he tell you?" he asks instead, and his suddenly cool gaze makes Heechul shudder.

"Nothing."

"What," and Siwon takes a step closer again, tall and broad, looming over Heechul, "did he tell you? Did he offer cash? Did you accept? What does he want you to do?"

"Whoa, what's this, fifty questions?" Heechul asks mock-innocently. "I have no idea what are you talking about."

"If it's money," Siwon goes on, placing one hand on the wall by Heechul's head, "I can give you more."

Heechul sucks in a breath and immediately hopes it went unnoticed by Siwon - highly unlikely with their chests pressed together like that. "What the hell are you saying?"

"I said I can give you more than he can," Siwon repeats, quietly, and Heechul wishes he didn't just make him say it again. It doesn't sound any less terrifying for the second time, either.

"Get the hell out or I'm calling someone."

"Rella. Heechul-"

"Get. The. Fuck. Out," Heechul repeats, his voice raising on the last word, breaking unpleasantly on the last syllable. "Just get lost and leave me alone, Choi. I don't have time for shit like this."

"Shit like me, you mean?" Siwon asks not unkindly, and his smile is at least as defeating as it is defeated - Heechul doesn't even know.

He only knows he wants it gone; gone from his sight and from this room and from his life, for ever.