The street was almost pitch black, adding a foreboding feeling over the neighborhood. It was a run down area already that had stations set up for homeless people to sleep.

Which just meant there was an even higher risk of crime happening.

Gunshots were a nightly sound that was joined by the occasional scream.

It was something that had stopped phasing Yunho a long time ago.

He grunted while shoving his shoulder against his front door and stumbled inside his run down one-story house. If it could even be called a house...

The faded white paint was chipping on the outside and a few of the siding panels had fallen off as well. His windows were boarded up, only because most of them had bullet holes in them and he didn't feel like paying to have them replaced.

"Damn, fucking door." Yunho grunted again as he shoved it closed. He didn't even bother locking it.

There was nothing worthwhile in his home to even steal. It was basically a place for him to sleep at night and that was it.

Although he did have his hidden stash of winnings from his races. He set the bundle of cash in his hand down on the kitchen counter and shifted his refrigerator a few feet to the side to reveal a hole in the ground.

Yunho had spent time digging it himself. There was no way he was going to trust any bank with is money. Not with them all sucking the Wolf Pack's dicks.

No, everything was cash only. 

He bent over and pulled out a burlap sack and dropped his winnings in, not bothering to count or check on anything.

Only because he didn't really care.

After pushing the fridge back in place, he opened up the freezer portion of it and grabbed the bottle of vodka he kept in there and took three large swigs from it before returning it to its place.

Just a little something to take the edge off...

When his head started to get fuzzy, he turned around and leaned against the counter for support.

Yunho liked this feeling. It was a peaceful way to disconnect from the constant pain in his life, and in the complete opposite way racing did.

But soon he felt his body begging for sleep, he dragged himself to the blowup mattress in the corner of the living room.

Why bother setting up a bedroom when he only slept for a few hours at a time?

Insomnia was a bitch.

And even when his weary body melted into the semi-inflated mattress, Yunho still found himself staring at the ceiling. His heart constricted, just like it always did whenever he took the time to rest.

The crushing emptiness that slammed into him made Yunho curl into a ball and cup his ears.

Alone...

He was always alone now.

"Please, just let me sleep! Leave me alone!" He slammed the heels of his hands into his head when the visions that haunted him started with flash in quick sequence. "I don't want to see you anymore!"

When they would've leave, he shoved himself off the bed and grabbed his keys from the kitchen counter.

This was why he couldn't sleep at night. All he saw was visions of that horrible night... it made him sick. Both physically and mentally.

Yunho knew he wasn't all there anymore.

He slammed his door behind him and hurried to the one part of his pitiful property that he actually cared about.

His garage looked as beat up as the rest of his house, but he had paid for a good security system to protect it. Or at least the car he kept inside.

When the lights flicked on, Illusion flashed at him in greeting.

He ran his hand on her hood before jumping into the driver seat and letting her roar to life. The sound and vibration instantly calmed him. 

Yunho pressed the button needed to unlock and open his garage door, then backed out of the garage. With an easy flick of his wrist, he switched gears while pumping his clutch and break so he could spin in a circle, then he sped down the street.

The lights that still worked in homes and street lamps flashed by him.

Since it was so late at night, he thankfully didn't need to worry too much about traffic, but Yunho still avoided the busier parts of the city he lived in.

A few cheers from random drunks on the street could be heard for less than a second when he flew by.

It made Yunho smirk. He knew he had a fan base, being the best street racer in the city, and everyone knew what his car looked like.

They loved seeing him speed by, and the ones who saw him probably thought he was in a race now.

To some extent he was.

A race against his own mind.

He was tired of the nightmares and the visions. He was tired of being haunted by the one thing he would never be able to forget.

So he drove.

And when his body finally gave out from exhaustion, he found a safe place to park and curled up in the back seat.

It was the only place he felt safe anymore.

And he often wondered why she still bothered staying alive because of it...

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"I told you that I would make you pay for everything."

"This is all because of you."

"You're the only reason you're in this situation right now."

"It's your fault. All of it."

"I will always make you pay for what you did to me."

Mercer's words rang through Wooyoung's head as they always when he was done with one of his 'sessions'.

They never made any sense to him either...

Why did he have to pay for something? Wooyoung had always done everything Mercer had told him to, ever since he was a kid.

Sure, the first few months or years were rough because all he wanted to do was get away, and he had a few rebellious moments here and there, but he had never done anything to openly defy Mercer.

But for some reason the man felt like he needed to take his anger out on him on an almost daily basis.

And now Wooyoung was stuck in the man's bed while he slept.

He was in too much pain to sleep right now.

Mercer had really done a number on him tonight. Something had set him off at one of his meetings that day so he had immediately come in and dragged Wooyoung from his room.

He had started to use Wooyoung in his office, but when he heard that his son was one, he had ordered Wooyoung to stay under the desk and not make a sound.

The thought of seeing Seonghwa had Wooyoung's heart racing and he knew he had to work even harder to obey.

He let out a sigh and looked down at his hands and the new scars forming there.

Mercer had a weird obsession with marking the palms of his hands and pads of his fingers.

Tonight he had taken a barbed whip to them...

The only relief he received was a bottle of salve that was thrown at him when Mercer was done. He was given a minute to rub it into his bleeding hands before Mercer had his way with him.

Now the man's snores rumbled next to him and the chain attached to his headboard so that he couldn't leave.

His mind wandered, taking him away from the life he had been given and to one that would never come true.

In times like this, he let his secret desires take over and give him a chance to pretend that his life was different. One that there were no walls keeping him prisoner, no chain, no blood, and no Mercer.

Instead, in a twisted turn of events, Wooyoung always pictured himself somewhere with his demon's son...

He hated himself for it, every single time.

But he couldn't help it.

Wooyoung had been taken by Mercer when he was thirteen and had been under his influence ever since.

Which meant he grew up watching Seonghwa turn into the handsome man he was.

There was something about the older that had always drawn Wooyoung to him. It was so messed up and he did everything he could to forget about it, but there was something about the gentle look in Seonghwa's eyes when he spoke to the other members of the Pack, or the way he always held himself with so much pride.

He was incredibly handsome, and he had captured Wooyoung's attention from the first day he saw him.

The thing that made it even more confusing, though, was Wooyoung had no idea what it meant. All he could remember now was the way Mercer treated him. He was nothing but an object for the man to use.

Wooyoung had no idea what true affection was or what it meant to actually be cared for.

And yet he yearned for it with all his heart.

Mercer grunted and rolled over behind him, making Wooyoung tense up. He draped his arm around Wooyoung's waist and pulled him in close.

There was nothing caring about the gesture. He splayed his large hand over Wooyoung's chest to hold him in place.

The younger closed his eyes and worked to keep his lip from trembling.

He knew what came next.

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Jongho finished up with the last match of the evening and flexed his sore hands. He had managed to bust open a couple of knuckles tonight and they stung like crazy.

His jaw was sore as well. Someone had managed to land a lucky punch, which he made sure to return in full force and knocked the man out.

He finished locking up the ring and grabbed the money box from behind the counter.

Then he locked the doors and windows before running up the stairs to the loft above the ring. He was to ready to be done for the day.

The second he closed the door, a pair of arms enveloped him and Jongho felt the weight of day drift away. "Hey gorgeous." He hummed and pressed his lips against the silky brown hair in front of him.

"Hey yourself." The deep voice responded before placing a few kisses against his neck. "How did it go?"

"Really well. We are up ten." Jongho chuckled and rubbed the other's back.

"Ten?! How di- You're hurt!"

Jongho flinched when fingers started rub against his bleeding knuckles. "It's not that bad, Sangie."

His lover looked up at him and shot him an angry glare while dragging him to their dining room table and forced him into a chair. "This is why I hate when you fight. And your face!"

The younger flinched once more when Yeosang ran his fingers over his swelling jaw. "But I love it. I don't ask you to stop your work."

"Mine isn't as dangerous as yours, numbnuts. One of these days you're going to lose an eye or something. And how am I supposed to patch you up then?!" Yeosang's voice got higher in pitch and faster the more he spoke.

Jongho gazed down at him, loving the way the older's forehead creased in concern. He pulled out his first aid kit and started dabbing disinfectant against his knuckles. It stung, but Jongho didn't pull away knowing that Yeosang wouldn't rest until he was fixed. "Thank you." He said gently.

Yeosang looked up at him and flushed a deep shade of red. "Shut up, idiot. You need to be more careful."

"Ok." Jongho made Yeosang put aside everything in his hands and pulled him into his lap. "I promise to be more careful."

"Good. Because if you're not I'm going to kill you myself." Yeosang stuck his lower lip out in an adorable pout that had Jongho laughing and hugging him. "What?!"

"I love you." He pressed a kiss to Yeosang's cheek, only because Yeosang huffed and turned his head away.

The older really didn't like that he still fought in the ring and worried about him constantly. Today had gone further than Jongho had intended, but he did try to be careful whenever he did participate.

There was just so much money in it, and that money helped buy Yeosang new equipment. And it wasn't that Yeosang couldn't provide for them either. With his hacking skills he could put entire companies out of business in a matter of minutes. But they had to be careful with what he did because the Pack was always looking for anyone operating outside of their 'law'.

If they found out Yeosang was behind some of the bankruptcies around the city then they would track him down and kill him in an instant.

Jongho's fighting ring was a little safer in the sense of even the Pack would come to participate sometimes. All men needed a chance to get their anger and frustrations out at some point, and the thrill of gambling added to the experience.

Together, they were the perfect team of brute force and behind the scenes tactics.

Jongho hummed happily and nuzzled his nose against Yeosang's neck while reaching toward a bowl on the table. "What, no 'I love you too'?" He teased.

"No. Not when you come home like this." Yeosang stood up and started walking back to his computer room.

The younger picked up a sucker from the bowl in front of him and unwrapped it to pop it in his mouth. He scrunched his nose at the super sweet taste of artificial strawberry, but he knew he could tame the beast because it was his favorite flavor.

So he followed Yeosang into his room and saw him sitting cross legged in his chair.

A small smirk crossed his face and he forced the chair to turn around. He trapped Yeosang it by placing his hands on each of the arm rests. "I guess I'll just go take a shower then and get cleaned up, then we can fix dinner." He whispered, leaning in so their noses touched.

Yeosang visibly gulped. "O-Ok."

"I'll see you later." Jongho said even softer. Then he closed the distance between them and pressed their lips together in a heated, but teasing kiss.

The older let out a small moan as their tongues twisted together for a second before Jongho pushed the sucker into Yeosang's mouth. He pulled away and turned around without glancing at the other.

As he made his way to their bathroom, he slowly counted down from ten while undressing.

Yeosang appeared right when he hit zero, already undressed and ready to join him.