Current mood:	excited
Current music:	big bang || crazy dog
Entry tags:	fandom: hooker!verse (sm town), fandom: k-pop, fandom: super junior, pairing: siwon/heechul

hooker!verse fic; info & archive @ shiwon_tops_all
continued from Showdown

Title: Meant to be Broken
Focus: Siwon/Heechul
Rating: R
A/N: YOU GUYS! I FOUND SIWON! It's been... what, 4 months? 8D; *should be shot at dawn for the fail* I think all sorts of surprising things happen in this part? I know for a fact that I was surprised. XD;

"I'm driving," he sneers before Siwon could slide into the driver's seat. "Fuck knows I'm not about to die with you or something."

Siwon shoots him a look but gives up the keys without as much as a word of protest, walking around the car to what was just decided would be his side.

It's a nice car, about a hundred times nicer than anything Heechul's ever gotten to drive before, but momentarily he can't find it in himself to care. He is pretty sure he just made the worst decision of his life. Leaving home and starting hooking were nothing compared to this, because - while probably not the wisest things he could have done - those at least kept him alive and going.

Unlike what he's doing now. Jesus, what is he doing? Running off with Choi Siwon of all people, with his only reason being that it feels right?

He must be going crazy.

"Do you even know where are we going?" Siwon asks, sounding almost amused.

Heechul sneers at nothing in particular and grips the steering wheel harder. Siwon chuckles and cites the address, careful but still slurring the words.

"And what are you so fucking happy about?" Heechul snaps at him when he catches hooded dark eyes watching his face in the mirror, full lips pulled into a smile so unlike the man it belongs to it makes Heechul's skin crawl. He tears his gaze away only to catch a glimpse of Siwon's hand resting on his thigh, fingers loosely curled, smudges of drying blood on bruised knuckles and the expensive material of his trousers.

"Ah, happy. So that's the word," Siwon murmurs, eyes falling shut as his head tips back against the headrest.

"Fuck," Heechul mouths at the road ahead, his blood rushing too loud in his ears above the gentle hum of the engine. "Fuck."


**


The apartment is small, practical, sparsely furnished but undoubtedly nasty expensive. Just like everything else about Siwon.

"I'm taking a shower. Try not to die while I'm away," Heechul says, grinning faintly when Siwon gives him the finger and rolls over on the bed with a groan. "I'm serious, don't fall asleep. We need to talk."

"Yes, we do," Siwon mutters, throwing an arm over his eyes. "Just hurry the hell up."

"You should cut back on the booze, you know," Heechul tells him, wrinkling his nose in disgust.

"Yes, I should," Siwon agrees.

Heechul stares at him, but when Siwon doesn't say anything else, he leaves in search of the bathroom. It's disconcerting to see Siwon like this, but some part of Heechul - the part Heechul would like nothing more than to choke or slash right out of himself - likes to see this new, vulnerable side of him.

It makes him look almost human.


**


"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.

He doesn't blink when Siwon's fist connects with the wall right by his head. Even for that, he is too stunned. He can feel a few pieces of plaster brush his cheek - the place ought to be re-painted, really, Heechul thinks, his laughter silent and hysterical in his mind.

"Your aim is a bit off," he drawls even as his inner voice shrieks at him to just shut the fuck up before Siwon really decides to re-decorate his face.

Siwon just stares at him, though, part incredulous, part something else, and Heechul watches in fascination as his eyes fall shut and he's getting closer, closer, his breath hot and heavy, sweet with alcohol on Heechul's lips and he has both arms by Heechul's sides, cutting off any hope of escape and-

And then they are kissing and it's different, it has never been like this before; deep but not deep enough to cut, tongues tangling wetly and they are both moaning for something more; things they probably shouldn't want. Before he knows it, Heechul is tugging on thick dark locks and straining against the zipper of his jeans, grinding against Siwon and Siwon is fumbling between their bodies, popping buttons, tearing and pushing cloths out of the way until there is nothing but hot skin against skin.

Strong fingers wrap around Heechul and Heechul only has the presence of mind to cling on to broad shoulders before his knees decide to give out under him, squeezeing his thighs when Siwon slides between them in a desperate attempt to gain some friction. Desperate and not demanding, and this is not how it should go, it's not how it always goes between them. Heechul gives and Siwon takes and takes, because that's the rule of this game.

Except the rules just changed.