warning; this chapter contains a non-consensual sex scene. 

「 like the thorn of a red flower
stuck in me
filled with poison
even i can't control myself 」

♫ baekhyun; psycho

☆ s a n  ☆
mature

The face outside San's door, had pain written all over it - and the grey eyes had darkened, now holding a hollow look where the fiery spark used to be. Yeosang tugged the ends of his sleeves, staring with a nothingness that seemed to have swallowed him whole.

"So?" San asked, casually leaning against the doorframe.

"It's done..." Yeosang replied, his voice so low it was barely heard.

He pushed his brown hair back, his hands shaking as they moved - and San let the younger suffer for a little while longer, letting silence lay itself down over them. Chokingly. Yeosang's eyes were flickering about, and he was obviously waiting for the permission to leave.

"Good," San finally said, "I'll make the last call, and Wooyoung can go back to his normal life in this city. I assume the little appetizer I served for you wasn't quite enough?"

Yeosang's eyes ran across San's face, only briefly, before he let them fall to the floor. Despite the good news, he seemed so shaken - and San was soaking himself in all the self-loathing that stood before him. Judging by Yeosang's behavior, it seemed that he had done a good job Hongjoong messing up.

"Are we done here?" Yeosang then muttered.

"Almost. Why don't you come in, and let me make a mess out of that pretty face one last time," San smirked, gesturing Yeosang to step inside.

"You're sick!" Yeosang spat, raising his head to look up - his eyes were shooting fire and his lower lip trembling with despise.

"But at least I'm not a heartless whore like you," San scoffed, grabbing the younger by the arm and pulling him inside the apartment. "And it wasn't a question."

With the door slammed behind them, San pushed Yeosang against the wall, holding him still with a fist closed in his hair.

"Fuck you!" Yeosang mumbled under his breath, but his eyes did sway away again, revealing his fear.

"Oh, Sangie..." San sang in a dark tone, running his fingertips along Yeosang's jaw. "Unless you want your fucking junkie boyfriend, to end up dead in some alley..."

Yeosang tried to pull away, disgust written all over his face, but it only turned San on even more, who tightened the grip in the younger's hair. The newly found power had him all fired up, making him see no wrong in what he was about to do. He shoved his leg in between Yeosang's, rubbing his thigh in rough movements against the younger's crotch.

"... -then I suggest you do as I say," San whispered in his ear, tugging his hair again - making him whimper in pain. "Get down on your knees, slut."

The resentment in Yeosang's eyes was clear, but he did obey the order and got down onto his knees. San smirked, loosening his grip in the younger's hair to gently stroke his head instead. He had left Yeosang with no other choice than to do whatever he ordered him to, and San loved every bit of it. Not a word was being spoken, and only the sound of the zipper in San's pants being opened cut through the tense silence that filled up the two-story apartment.

A satisfied gasp was flowing from San's parted lips, when Yeosang took his cock into his mouth, the pink tongue running around the head a few times before he started sucking. And that boy knew how to do it just right, such a shame he would waste his life on a worthless junkie.

"I know you, Yeosang. You might tell yourself you love that worthless piece of human garbage, but in reality you only love yourself," San whispered, between airy moans, "And you love this, don't you? You love being desired by even the most powerful men in the world? The way you screamed my name last time is still ringing in my ears... You loved it when I fucked you hard and deep..."

Looking down at him, San felt more powerful than ever. He could easily kill Wooyoung off, if he wanted to - he could kill Yeosang as well, if he disobeyed him, but what would the fun be in that?

"Didn't you?" San repeated harshly, tugging the brown hair with all his might.

Yeosang cried out in pain, San's cock dropping from his wet lips. A wicked smile pulled the corners of San's lips, as he stared deeply into Yeosang's teary eyes.

"And don't tell me you didn't enjoy breaking Hongjoong's heart," San panted, as he led his length into Yeosang's mouth again, going in even deeper this time.

The gagging noises, and saliva running from Yeosang's abused mouth, only made San move faster, face fucking him with no mercy - not giving him even the slightest chance of catching his breath. Tears were falling from the eyes that had darkened by fear, rolling down his flushed cheeks as Yeosang tried to push himself away, with his hands desperately pressing against San's hips.

"Get up." San pulled out, leaving Yeosang gasping for air on the floor, his lips and chin completely drenched with his own drool.

San repeated his last command, slowly, and Yeosang did as he was asked to, now standing in front of San with his legs shaking under him.

"You know," San chuckled, "I don't give a shit about those idiotic rules you guys make up. And if I were you, I would stop trying to fight me."

Pushing Yeosang against the wall, San placed his hands on each side of the younger's face - pressing their lips together, making Yeosang whimper in despair from being robbed from the one thing he thought he had control over. But both of them knew he had no power in this situation, and he finally parted his lips enough for San to shove his tongue into his mouth. His slim fingers wrapped around San's wet cock, slowly pumping it, pleasing San just as he wanted him to.

"That's more like it," San whispered, as he finally broke the aggressive kiss. His hands starting to reveal Yeosang's soft skin, letting every piece of his clothing fall to the floor.

Dragging Yeosang further into the apartment, completely naked, San forced him down on his knees again. While running his thumb over Yeosang's wet lips, San started pumping his own length, enjoying every second of being in control.

"Touch yourself," San commanded, "You better get hard for me, or you're going to regret it. Stop pretending this doesn't turn you on."

San then proceeded to move around the other, getting down on his knees as well. His fingers wrapped around the slim neck, closing in a tight grip that caught the gasp that was trying to escape Yeosang's lips.

"I'm going to fuck you right here on the floor, like the little bitch you are," San whispered in his ear, before biting into the younger's nape. Hard.

With a rough push, he had Yeosang bend down in front of him, and San sucked his own fingers wet, but only a little, before pushing the first one into Yeosang's tight hole - making him cry out in pain.

"Don't tell me that it didn't make you feel good, to see how desperate Hongjoong was for your love. You're like me, Yeosang. You love having the power over someone else, don't you?"

Forcing another finger inside, San didn't wait for a response, instantly increasing the pace of his hand, feeling how Yeosang was clenching around him, while trying to hold back another painful cry.

"F-fuck you, San..." the dark haired beauty gasped under him. "You're a fucking psycho! I... I am... Nothing like you..."

"You're right..." San smirked, shoving Yeosang's body against the cold floor, holding him down with an elbow pressed in between his shoulder blades, as he leaned down over him - fingers pushed all the way inside. With his voice deepened, he let his lips run along Yeosang's ear before growling into it; "You're just a filthy whore after all."

After going in and out, stretching Yeosang out with three fingers, San spat into his own hand, smearing it all over his throbbing cock. With a firm grip around the prominent hipbones, he pulled the younger's lower body up, and started to push himself inside.

"What did I tell you before?" San growled, every deep thrust making Yeosang whine under him. "Stop whining, and start getting hard for me. Or I'll show you what real pain feels like."

San's grip around the prominent hipbones tightened, as he started to fuck the younger even harder, giving him no time to get adjusted to the size, and only adding to the painful sounds that were leaving his lips.

"Good..." A victorious smile spread across San's lips, when he moved his hand around Yeosang's thigh, and felt the erection growing in the younger's hand, as he was touching himself in the same rough pace as he was being fucked.

The painful cries was soon replaced by soft moans, and Yeosang rocked his hips with every hard thrust. But if he was actually enjoying it, or only forcing himself, was none of San's concern.

"Now," San panted heavily, sweat rolling down the back of his neck, "Be a good whore, and make me come."

☆

Hours later, after the sounds of Yeosang's smooth voice begging for more, and him coming all over the floor while screaming San's name in the purest pleasure, San was left in the silence of being alone.

He sat down by the window and took in all the glory of the city outside. The rush of having used Yeosang just as he pleased, was still going wild inside of him, blending in perfectly with the power of knowing that the young beauty had made the last fatal move - leaving Hongjoong all vulnerable and hurt, ready for San to finally tear him apart.

He knew he had to play this just right, he had to stay patient, until the time was right. No one should be messing with Choi San - and he would show that damn stripper to his rightful spot; crushed under San's feet.

San would rip that bleeding heart out with his sharp teeth, paint them red, and let his tongue catch the taste of absolute agony - watch how Hongjoong would squirm from the pain, as he would fall apart in front of him...