In the world of sin anything could happen. People were selfish and greedy after all and it made it oh so easy to commit a sin. It could happen anywhere, any time of the day and most importantly with anyone.

***

Life was fairly easy for Jung Wooyoung. He had a simple job at a nice coffee shop and pretty much lived alone since he decided to leave his hometown. Except for his friends. Changbin and Felix basically adopted him when they met at the university party, even though Wooyoung just went there to study dance. It felt like they didn't understand the concept of no, but only in a joking manner, of course. They never stepped over the line and always made sure Wooyoung felt safe with them. Both of them were very straightforward and honest which helped building the bond between the three of them. Their honesty made it easier for Wooyoung to trust them and eventually become inseparable in just a few weeks. They only had one rule; which was no lies, regardless of the topic. After some time it became normal for them to even overshare and they grew even closer due to that. Wooyoung knew both Changbin and Felix from the inside out, every flaw they had, and accepted them just as they accepted him.

University life was hard and everyone in their class struggled to get through but somehow they all managed to graduate and start their own life.

Felix inherited some parts of his late father's company so it was only natural for him to go in that direction. He offered to both Changbin and Wooyoung a job which Changbin accepted after struggling to find a job for months. Wooyoung on the other hand had little to no interest in company related stuff and while he supported his friends with his all, he picked a different route to go on. After graduation he applied for dance academies to teach young ones and luckily one offered him a job. Since his payment wasn't enough to cover his living expenses, he took up a part time job as a barista at a coffee shop near his home. He loved both of his jobs, as he was able to meet interesting people through both of them and he had his friends' support. Although sometimes his days were uneventful, he still remained happy and bubbly. Wooyoung was able to make anyone feel at ease, it just came naturally to him.

***

Wooyoung just closed the shop and started to head home when his phone rang. Felix's name popped up on his screen once he managed to fish out his phone from the pocket of his hoodie.

'Sup Felix?' He accepted the call and he instantly heard loud coughing on the other end of the phone.

'Wooyoung...' his voice was naturally deep but it went even deeper as he tried to talk. 'I feel like shit'

Concern rushed through Wooyoung when he heard the sharp inhale Felix took, that he knew must've hurt from the way Felix went completely silent after that. He knew Felix wasn't the type to ask for help, but it was natural for Wooyoung to help his friends with whatever they needed.

'Do you have anyone close by?' he asked even if it was obvious that no one was there, otherwise Felix wouldn't have called him in the first place. He was already planning to get some medicine for his friend and go over to his place to make sure he would be okay.

'Changbin is out of town...' he answered but his words ended in a coughing fit just as he was about to continue.

'Fuck.. okay I think the store is still open near me, I'll be there in like half an hour okay? Until then take a shower and go to bed'

'Thank you Woo' he rasped and hung up the call.

Once Wooyoung found the store it was already closed so he had to go to the 0-24 trashy shop he knew close by. It wasn't the best place to shop at, as a lot of robberies and assaults happened in the area, especially at night, but Wooyoung had no other choice. He felt a sudden temperature rise as soon as he stepped in the store, but blamed it on the rush he was in. He quickly turned to the very limited medicine selection they offered and pulled out some that he knew worked for cold. He was just about to round the corner to go and pay when he bumped into someone. He mumbled an apology and was about to bypass the person so he could pay and leave but he was stopped by a strong hand grabbing his arm. He looked up to tell the person off or even curse at him for not letting him go but once he locked eyes with the stranger he went speechless. The guy was around the same age as him, even his height wasn't that much different from him either. He wore a long black coat with a black dress shirt under that was definitely unbuttoned far more than the respectable amount. Wooyoung could see the muscle in his chest flex at the same time when the hand gripped him tighter. The simple silver necklaces sparkled as the light hit them just the right way, pulling Wooyoung's attention to the stranger's neck and then up. The man had a sharp jawline, high cheekbones and strangely feline like eyes that seemed so bright and dangerous at the same time. He couldn't help but continue to stare at the man before him.

'Like what you see?' the stranger asked, and to his own surprise, Wooyoung's knees felt a little too weak all of a sudden at the man's voice. The sweet velvety tone seemed to suit him just perfectly and it made Wooyoung feel as if he was stuck in a soft, warm substance that clouded his vision and mind. All he could focus on was the man, the soft playful smile he offered when Wooyoung stayed silent. Words seemed too heavy to form, thoughts were slow and meaningless once he felt another hand shifting to hold him by his waist. The heat radiating from the stranger started to become unbearable for Wooyoung but he just stood there.

'Do you have a name I can call you by?' the man asked, this time looking straight into Wooyoung's eyes as if he was about to swallow him whole. Like a predator disguised as an angel to deceive its prey, in this case, Wooyoung himself. He felt a sudden rush of cold air hitting his body and his mind cleared momentarily but it lasted just long enough so he could say his name, and the cold breeze turned into burning heat creeping up in his body.

'Ah..Wooyoung. What a pretty name I should say' the stranger let go of his arm only to travel down and stop at the curve of his ass. Wooyoung's body reacted naturally to the touch as he voluntarily leaned into the soft hand. The guy leaned closer and Wooyoung's every sense filled up with the sweet scent the other radiated.

'You can call me San... Although I doubt you'll remember my name.' soft puffs of hot air hit Wooyoung's as San whispered in his ear, effectively rendering Wooyoung's mind to a stop. He could only stare and let it happen. San softly caressed his butt in slow motions, feeling the firm flesh under his hand that pulled an involuntary moan out of Wooyoung. Satisfaction was written on his face when blush crept its way to Wooyoung's face, casting a pretty hue of pink onto his features. 'I'd love to continue this but I have places to be and people to please' San started, stopping only for a mere seconds for Wooyoung to catch up with his words. He eventually let go of his body but didn't step away. Instead he leaned closer with his whole body, caging Wooyoung between himself and the shelf behind them.

'Wh..what?' is all that Wooyoung could say, once San's hands were off of him.

'Or would you like to come with me?' San offered, the predatory glint in his eyes making an appearance once again, the deep brown orbs pulling Wooyoung in more. His body moved on its own and Wooyoung soon found himself touching San's bare chest where the shirt allowed. The muscles under his palm felt firm and he felt the temperature rising around him the longer he touched the guy.

'I...' Wooyoung mumbled without even thinking about what he wanted to say.

'Yes, mon amour?' San smiled softly at him, his eyes never leaving Wooyoung's. It was hard for him to form any real words or any thought for that matter. He was lost in a strange pull towards San, the guy simply smiling at him in the most devilish, beautiful way he could ever imagine. His hands came up to trace the line of the sharp jawline, eyes following his own movements and then came to a stop right on San's shoulder.

'Go?' Wooyoung asks, voice barely audible but the way San's eyes seem to darken just a little bit, and his hand coming back to rest on Wooyoung's hip, he knew the other heard him.

'Anything for you, mon chéri.' San snaked his hand around Wooyoung's waist and pulled Wooyoung under his long jacket. Wooyoung's mind was still hazy, unable to think properly but his body was fully aware of the warm breeze that hit him and the deep red shade that seemed to ooze out of the other's body, painting everything around them in different hues of red, and blending together to a more even tone until it coated their surroundings. It all faded to black and before he knew it, new colors introduced themselves, painting a different picture of a place he'd never seen before.

***

'Look who's back.' a voice called out and San uncovered Wooyoung from under his coat. His vision was instantly blocked by another beautiful man. Just like San earlier, the man was taller than him but more slender yet still toned. His eyes seemed to glow for a second with a strange glint Wooyoung could not pinpoint. San still had his arm wrapped around Wooyoung's waist and he could feel his mind slipping slowly and he found himself staring again. Heat pumped through his veins when San tilted his head back so their eyes could meet again.

'I've found him in the store and he was too perfect to leave him there all alone.' San explained as if Wooyoung was not even there, talking about him so openly in front of strangers. The other guy stepped back and took a seat next to them, not too close but not far either to observe.

'And tell me, why did you think it would be okay to bring a human to our place, San?' he asked and even though San still had his eyes locked with Wooyoung, he could feel the other's harsh glare boring holes into his head. He felt oddly warm and cold at the same time and he didn't know how to handle it. For the first time he tried to tear his gaze away, to look around the place he had been brought to. Simple brown furniture, huge windows that would let in as much light as possible but since it was night time, he had no idea of the location. San seemed to notice it and forcefully turned him around so his vision wasn't blocked anymore, although he kept his closeness and softly rubbed on Wooyoung's lower back.

'Why does it matter to you, Seonghwa? I'm allowed to do whatever I want,' San spoke in a reserved way, one that made Wooyoung feel more at ease even though it was an unnatural reaction from a logical point. 'Mind you, he agreed and came with me willingly so it's not like I forced him to come along' he leaned in, placing soft meaningless kisses on Wooyoung's cheeks. He tried to focus on his surroundings and find out where he was brought to, but the other guy named Seonghwa grabbed his attention before he could form any thoughts.

'You think you have power over me, over us when in reality you just want to give in to your desires and lure some filthy human in so you can let yourself lose in lust.' The wording seemed borderline offensive to Wooyoung but San just let out a small chuckle. 'You really want me to bow down before you, don't you?' he asked and momentarily let go of Wooyoung, even pushing him just a little bit. He stumbled forward the second the strong hand disappeared from his waist and out of instinct he grabbed onto the closest thing he could find which happened to be another figure.

'Careful' , a deep raspy tone instantly sent a shiver down Wooyoung's spine and he suddenly started to miss the warmth San provided earlier. The guy's hands were cold as he held onto his body but they were strong enough to keep Wooyoung still. A beautiful shade of green hair adorned his equally beautiful features and it felt like Wooyoung was trapped in a dream. A nightmare of some sort, where his captors were all beautiful and he was unable to say no to them even though that was the logical route. Just like in the movies he saw as a teenager. Those never ended well for the main character. Wooyoung slowly started to realize that something was off about all three of them but he couldn't see past the emotions that flowed freely in him. San was talking to the guy named Seonghwa behind Wooyoung, but he was unable to make out anything of their conversation as he was pulled closer to the third guy, effectively making him look at the man in more detail. He had big round eyes and sharp eyebrows that seemed to be in a constant frown, making the pretty face look annoyed. His green hair seemed to flow in an effortless wave down to his chin. His features looked like Wooyoung was looking at a real life sculpture, one that resembled Aphrodite in a way. Untouchable beauty that was so intoxicating it started to get dangerous if you got too close or dared to touch.

After a while the soft buzzing of San's velvety voice stopped and the warm hand returned to its place, holding Wooyoung even closer than before. He could feel the firm chest pressing against his back in a way that Wooyoung's body felt like it was too hot, too much to handle and he wanted to crawl out of his own skin to make it stop. 'I see you met our dear Yeosang... it seems like I don't have to introduce you to everyone, they come to you by themselves' The dizzy feeling started to fade when he was able to look away but never disappeared fully.

'What...are you?' his own voice sounded raspier than usual, the childish undertone was replaced with something different. Something that sounded more darker, evil... sinful. For a moment it seemed like none of them would answer but the guy named Seonghwa stood up and walked up to Wooyoung, holding his gaze persistently.

'Ah, you don't even know who we are?' he questioned but his tone was mocking in a way that made Wooyoung want to back up and run. 'San, why don't you introduce us to your new friend? You were the one who lured him in after all' he stated and behind Wooyoung, San seemed to go still for a millisecond.

'You'd be offended if I did that for you' he answered but he loosened his grip on Wooyoung. 'We're all the things you could ever wish for. We're the human form of your desires, all the feelings you can feel.' he explained but in Wooyoung's mind, it didn't make sense. Desire? Feelings? They were just beautiful strangers to Wooyoung. Nothing connected them to each other aside from the odd pull he felt when they looked at him.

'I don't...' he tried to speak but Seonghwa quickly interrupted him.

'Of course you don't understand. It must be oh so difficult for a human to understand something so simple even if it's presented' he grabbed Wooyoung's chin and turned his head to the side and back like he was looking for something. 'You're not even that pretty to begin with. How could you pick someone that's clearly so low compared to us, mm?' Seonghwa looked at San for a moment but this time San didn't react. Wooyoung was stuck between a silent fight they were having, completely helpless and confused about everything and anything.

It seemed like Seonghwa was winning the battle, but San decided to take it a step further. He buried his face into Wooyoung's neck, peppering wet kisses along the side while grinding his hips against him in slow, sensual moves. 'You can talk whatever you want but I bet you'd want to ruin him just as much as I do'

'Don't talk nonsense San. We all know you're the first person to fall for a pretty boy at any time, this won't make you look better. Again, he doesn't know anything and I wonder if it's because he's just a human or because you're just that dumb to forget your responsibilities.'

'What's his name?' Yeosang asked and Wooyoung almost completely forgot about his existence while he was trapped in between the other two.

'Wooyoung' Seonghwa simply said, with a slight disgust coating his voice at the mentioning of his name.

'Am I wrong or you picked him because you want to believe he's special?' he asked again, looking at San who was still standing behind Wooyoung.

'Oh you can't even imagine how special he is. He is different.'

'Of course he's unlike us he's a dumb human for fuck's sake!' Seonghwa turned around and scolded Yeosang. His words might've hit a little too deep because Yeosang's features turned into something other than the annoyed expression he was wearing. His eyes started to glow in a green shade, just like his hair, but with more dangerous and unholy promises. Wooyoung started to understand that he was just a standby stranger to them and they never actually addressed him, or involved him even if they constantly talked about him and his existence. It was a weird feeling he couldn't shake off nor understand fully but it made his insides twist and turn with disgust. He wasn't just an object or a toy to be played with.

'Why him?' Yeosang's eyes turned to Wooyoung as he eyed him as if he was a pile of trash compared to him. 'Why did you pick him, San?' he questioned again when none of them answered him. Behind Wooyoung, San let go of his body and detached himself completely before he slowly made his way towards Yeosang. He was just a bit taller than him, but his aura was far more dangerous than Yeosang's. He was demanding in the way he stood, the way he looked down to Yeosang like he was nothing to him.

'Because I can use him better than I can use you' Wooyoung wasn't sure if he saw it right, but something red started to ooze out of San's body while he talked, as if his aura was so strong it showed in different shades of red. Yeosang visibly shivered at San's words but his eyes locked into Wooyoung's over San's shoulder, with utter disgust, the green color glowing around him just like San's. Without saying anything back, he walked away, leaving Wooyoung with the other two.

'Now, shall we continue?' San asked when he turned back to the both of them. Wooyoung involuntarily took a step and tried to grab San's hand but before he could reach the other, Seonghwa blocked his way.

'Go and tell the others about your little present here.. I'll keep him company until you return.' he said, already coming way too close to Wooyoung. He didn't know what to do, so he stood still, glaring at San helplessly who quickly walked away, taking all the comforting warmth with him.

'You call yourself pretty?' Seonghwa asked once Wooyoung's eyes were on him, tracing his finger along Wooyoung's neck. He felt his body tensing up at the touch but it wasn't from fright. It was something else that kept building since he was brought to the place.

'I...no?'

'Good. I'm glad we agree on something at least. I'm sure you know my name by now, right?' He let go of Wooyoung and sat down on a chair next to Wooyoung. 'Have a seat' he offered, but Wooyoung didn't know where. There was only one chair which was occupied by Seonghwa so he decided it'd be best to stay still and wait.

'I said..' Seonghwa kicked the back of his knee and the sudden movement made him fall right before Seonghwa's watchful eyes. '...sit'. It was embarrassing to sit on the floor, next to someone's legs as if he only deserved harsh treatment, but he had no other options so he accepted it. Although it hurt his pride to be looked down upon when he did nothing wrong, he guessed if this was the good side of them, he'd rather not test the limits and get on their bad side.

'You may speak' he told Wooyoung suddenly. At first he didn't know what to say but he tried his best to at least say something.

'How.. How many of..?' he stumbled upon his words, his mind still felt too cloudy to form coherent sentences.

'How many of us? Seven.' he answered but he saw that Wooyoung was too confused. 'Do you know about the Seven Deadly Sins?' Seonghwa seemed bored, as if Wooyoung wasn't even smart enough to talk to.

'No?'

'I should've guessed you wouldn't know. Humans are just silly little creatures who know nothing. Listen carefully because I'll only tell you this once.' Wooyoung perked up at that, trying to get his mind to focus so he could memorize all the information he was about to be given. 'The sins, or I should say us, are Pride, Lust, Wrath, Gluttony, Greed, Envy and Sloth. We're the things humans, like you, want but can't have because it's against their religion, therefore, a sin. You crave us, in every way possible and because of that, we will always have the upper hand. Just like you craved San's touch before. He gave you a little taste of what he is and you jumped right in, willingly but not a single thought crossed your mind, right?'

Everything was confusing Wooyoung even more. As his mind slowly started to remember the events, he realized that what Seonghwa said was crazy enough to be true. It just made sense.

'Is San...Greed?' he questioned but the moment the words left his mouth he realized he was wrong. San couldn't be Greed. He was too delicate and too alluring all the while he was stunningly beautiful, just as all three of them were.

'I think you know your answer to that question. It's quite obvious'

'He has to be.. Lust.' Wooyoung mumbled, realizing that the reason he felt dizzy was because of San's nature.

With a small nod, Seonghwa confirmed but before Wooyoung could ask anything more, the aura shifted in the room. The temperature dropped significantly but Seonghwa remained unbothered. Someone was coming and Wooyoung was not ready for that.

Once the door opened, black shadows swirled around him, curling on his limbs and neck, almost choking him. 'Who. Are. You?' someone asked but he couldn't see the person through the shadows. Wooyoung trembled as the voice echoed through the room, shaking his insides with fear. 'I asked a question. Who are you?' the black colors started to fade just enough so they revealed the owner of the voice. Deep red eyes bored into Wooyoung's, as if fire danced in each of them. Matching fiery hair sat on top of his head, glowing in colors ranging from red to yellow, creating a flame-like look to it.

'I... ' he looked at Seonghwa, who was the closest to him, for guidance but the man just stared at him back, lifting his eyebrow ever so slightly, waiting for Wooyoung to figure it out on his own.

'Wooyoung' he said, unsure of his own voice to say more. Another splash of black flowed through the air, slowly closing in on Wooyoung who sat there helpless.

'Who do you think you are to come here?!' anger flowed through the room, knocking the air out of Wooyoung and suddenly it all made sense. He was Wrath.

San appeared behind him, ruffling his fiery hair like he was petting a dog. 'He's here because I brought him here, as I said earlier. Don't need to get all angry at him, he doesn't know anything, am I right Wooyoung?' he looked at him for a second then focused his attention back on the guy in front of him.

'What do you mean?'

'He's a human after all, and he must feel a little light-headed and cloudy now so can you not scare him more? It'd help, and the sooner you cool off, the earlier I can have fun with him,' San explained, smirking down at Wooyoung in a far too intimate way.

Again, no one was actively addressing Wooyoung as a living, breathing person, however the unfamiliar guy still looked at him with so much aggression. Minutes passed and slowly the shadows retreated back to the other's body.

'So you're just a toy for us... good' the black shadows disappeared and the man's hair turned to plain red as he calmed down. It was unnatural that Wooyoung wanted the fire to come back and get a taste of it once more. He found himself craving for something, but he couldn't describe what exactly.

'You may call me Hongjoong from now on' the man's tone was far more gentle than before, almost caring in an odd way.

'Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to have my alone time with my little boy here' San slipped by Hongjoong and extended his hand, waiting for Wooyoung to get up and take it, however he felt boneless. He was exhausted by all the emotions that he went through, while the dizziness made him feel sleepy all of a sudden. San noticed that Wooyoung was drifting away, so he grabbed onto his arm and pulled him up effortlessly as if he weighed nothing.

'Come with me, mon chéri?' San asked, the sweet tone of his fought its way through Wooyoung's clouded mind, and before he knew it, he was already nodding along.

'Since I'm generous, I'll let you all have a chance with Wooyoung later' he looked at the others 'but for now, he's mine, and mine only. Do not disturb us or you won't be able to touch him,' he warned and quickly walked out of the room, pulling Wooyoung with him easily.

***

The room thankfully wasn't far and Wooyoung was dropped down onto a soft bed in no time. 'Take your clothes off for me' San locked the door behind him, and dimmed the lights. There was something soft and gentle about San that pulled Wooyoung in even more. Maybe it was the sweet nothings he said, or the way his body radiated heat constantly, but Wooyoung just as he was told. He pulled his hoodie off, slipped off his pants and waited until San gave him a pointed look. 'Everything.'

He should've felt embarrassed, shy or self-conscious, but San's aura made him forget all the logical things he was supposed to think of. Just like before, he felt himself slipping into a headspace where no thoughts disturbed his mind. It was just him and San.

'Good boy. Now, get on all fours and face the wall, I'll be back soon.'

He was confused for a bit but did as he was told. When San came back, he didn't hear him but he could feel him. He knew where San was located and he wanted to do something to get his attention so he did the first thing that came to his mind. He slowly arched his back a little more, creating a soft curve to his spine while he spread his leg apart further just enough so his ass was on full display. He lowered himself to the bed and used his forearms to support himself instead of his hands which gave him more freedom to move around. A sharp inhale came from behind him right before the bed dipped at his legs. Anticipation grew in Wooyoung with every passing second and somehow he was getting more and more eager for something. After what felt like an eternity, San's warm hand found its way to Wooyoung's body and he let out an involuntary groan as San pushed down on his lower back.

'Don't need to hold back, I want everyone to know what I'm doing to you' San purred against the curve of his ass, right before he licked a long stripe from his perineum to his hole and back down, flattening his tongue in a way that sent shivers up Wooyoung's spine. If he was told to be silent, he would've moaned either way, it was too much but not enough at the same time. Before he even realized, his body was moving naturally, pushing himself back on San's tongue when he started lapping at his entrance, trying to give more access. Strong hands grabbed onto his waist to keep him still but it was oh so hard to not move along with San.

'If you disobey you won't get to enjoy this. I'm fine with either way but I'd rather not fuck an unconscious body so please, be a good boy for me' San said but he didn't waste much time, he already buried his face back to Wooyoung's lower half. Without warning, San slipped a finger in Wooyoung that forced a surprised moan out of him. He was not prepared for the intrusion but somehow the slide was easy and Wooyoung wondered if San used some type of lube for help. He was certain he didn't hear anything opening or pouring but he could've been too dizzy to notice it.

There was something so intimate about not being able to see San, just feel him and his aura. He noticed the soft red shades coating his surroundings and he could only guess it was because of San and the things he did. He slowly added another finger, scissoring him open gently, but the stretch still burnt. At first his body wanted to reject it, but when San curled his fingers in a different way, pleasure shot through his body and he collapsed onto the bed, tears forming in his eyes. It was too much. He wanted to say something but words caught up in his throat when San pushed even deeper, massaging his insides with more force that caused his mind to go blank. After playing with him a little more, teasing him San eased a third finger in but he didn't take much time like he did with the first two. No. A couple thrusts later he removed his fingers and held onto Wooyoung's waist once more but this time, he pushed Wooyoung to his side and turned him so they could face each other. He opened his legs without a thought to let San slide in between them. He was surprised to see San fully naked on top of him, in all his glory. The muscles under his skin rippled with every movement he made, drawing Wooyoung in more and more. He wanted to touch but he didn't know if he was allowed to. When his eyes locked with San, he was unable to think anymore. His eyes were dark, a beautiful contrast to his light skin and the redness around them. Deep down he knew it was wrong to want someone so much without knowing them, walking straight into their trap. San knew what he was doing when he shuffled closer to Wooyoung and his cock slid gently in between Wooyoung's ass. It was filthy and he wanted more. His silent pleas seemed to find their way to San, as he grabbed onto his hands and pushed them up on the bed so his body was stretched out even more.

'I see that you want me to touch you, little one?' San asked, his tone deep and smooth just like before.

'I...want' he tried to answer but his mind was too hazy to even think. Words meant nothing when he was already so close to reaching his limits, his body craving for anything that could trip him over, a simple touch, a kiss or San himself. He wanted it. Every part of his body screamed for more but he wasn't able to voice it out.

'What do you want, my love?' San purred against his ear, sending another wave of pleasure down his body. 'Do you want me..to keep going? Or stop? Want me to fuck you senseless?' His questions didn't make sense to Wooyoung, as he was already too lost, too deep in his headspace, his mind constantly repeating the same word. Want.

'Want..want...' he mumbled and he was sure San knew what he referred to. San didn't waste more time, he lined himself up and slid in Wooyoung with ease. He started off at a slow, comfortable pace but once he was sure Wooyoung could take it, his thrusts became more sharp and precise. Wooyoung's body rocked beneath him with every thrusts to a rhythm only they knew. San grabbed his chin and tilted his head up so he could get more access to his neck and started to mark up his skin with love bites. It hurt, as San wasn't exactly gentle with his bites but Wooyoung was too far gone to complain. He felt his body heating up more and more with every passing minute and he was about to blackout from the pleasure running through his body. San knew how to use his hips to his advantage and he loved it. Just when Wooyoung's body tensed up, San pulled out leaving him trembling in the bed beneath him. 'Come here little Wooyoung' he said, pulling him up easily to sit in his lap. It was easy for San to move him around since all he could think of was what his body wanted, and it wanted San. It didn't matter how, he just craved for the other man's touch, he wanted to be satisfied, to feel something. Anything.

It didn't take long for San to slide right back in Wooyoung and the new angle made him penetrate even deeper than before. The slow slide inside him felt agonizing and San hit just the right spots every single time. Finally he was able to touch the burning body against his, he could feel the seat dripping down on San's back, the way his muscles tensed up when he lifted Wooyoung just enough so he could slam back in. The pleasure consumed Wooyoung and took over his body as he was getting closer and closer.

'I..I'm gonna..'

'Mon amour..' San moaned and pulled Wooyoung even closer. It was enough for Wooyoung to finally come and paint his and San's body with white ropes of cum. His body trembled as pleasure ran through him in slow waves, making him lose control over his own body. San made sure he he fucked Wooyoung through his orgasm and never stopped, even when he was getting oversensitive. He pushed Wooyoung down on the bed once more and picked up a brutal, animalistic pace and kept going, chasing his own orgasm. Wooyoung was trapped under San, unable to move anywhere. San locked eyes with him once again and after a particularly harsh thrust he went still. Every muscle in his body tensed up as he emptied himself right into Wooyoung. Dark shades of red flowed out of him, painting everything around them. Even his eyes glowed red as he was riding through his high and all Wooyoung could do was watch. He was beautiful, the way his eyebrows twitched when he accidentally moved, sweat dripped down on his chin, right onto Wooyoung's torso, mixing in with his own sweat. When he finally pulled out, Wooyoung felt like his entire soul was ripped out of him the moment San detached himself. He didn't understand his feelings, he couldn't see past the fuzzy red that consumed his mind and nothing made sense anymore. He never experienced anything like that before and he wanted it to happen again.

'San?' Someone knocked on the door and San quickly walked over to open it while Wooyoung watched him from the back. He was breathtaking even from behind, his body looked like God himself carved it out from a beautiful stone.

'Yunho is looking for you' the man said but Wooyoung couldn't see him from where he was buried in the sheets. His voice sounded deep and a little hoarse and that made Wooyoung want to know the man on the other side of the door.

'I'm quite busy right now Mingi, as you can see' San opened the door fully, so the man could see him lying in the bed. Naked.

There was a moment of silence and Wooyoung didn't know why but he spread his legs further apart, revealing his smooth skin in the process as a silent invitation. He wasn't sure if he did it for San or the man who was clearly taken back by his actions.

'You really tried to hide this beauty from me?' Mingi asked and already pushed San away so he could enter the room and walk up to the bed.

'So selfish..' the man sighed and sat down on the bed right next to Wooyoung's legs. 'Can I?' he asked and waited until Wooyoung gave him a small nod. He didn't know what the man wanted but he was almost sure it was something that he could handle. The man reached up and pushed his legs ever further apart, stretching his muscles to their limits and stared at him. Luckily he was flexible enough so it didn't hurt but he was sure his body would betray him at one point.

'Can you keep him company while I go and talk with Yunho?' San walked around and picked his clothes back up. He looked completely unaffected, as if nothing happened a few minutes ago and Wooyoung wasn't fully naked and on display right in the middle of his bed.

'Oh, you bet. We'll have some fun until you come back' the man smirked and something in Wooyoung switched. San walked out of the room, leaving them alone for the first time. Wooyoung could see a strange glint in the man's eyes, as if he'd found the treasure he had been searching for endlessly.
'Who are you?' It took him a while to find his own voice, but Wooyoung was determined to know more about the man next to him.

He finally let go of his legs and started unbuttoning his shirt. 'You can call me Mingi if you'd like' Mingi... the name sounded like a perfect fit for him.

His mind didn't feel too dizzy anymore so he was able to give his full attention to Mingi, which he noticed.

'You can ask anything.' he said, his calm voice filling the air between them.

'What are you? Why am I here? Where are we?' he threw the first questions that his mind allowed but only got back a tiny smile.

'Pretty, little human. You're here because you wanted to come... in our residence. About me.. You'll find out soon, don't worry. But for now.. I want to get a taste of you..' he said, leaning closer and closer until Wooyoung could feel his breath on his lips.

The kiss was like fire. Wooyoung didn't even have a chance to fight for the upper hand, Mingi pulled and pushed him just the way he wanted to. He was broader than Wooyoung and that made it easier to fold Wooyoung almost in half whenever he wished. He was sensitive to every touch and small bites but Mingi was persistent and soon Wooyoung found himself giving in. He was passionate and harsh, as if he wanted to leave his mark on Wooyoung's body or take him apart. He was bigger than San and Wooyoung wasn't sure if his body could handle him, but Mingi pushed through either way. Hungry kisses followed his thrusts and soon enough the pain was replaced with pleasure as he felt the slow drag of Mingi's member inside him. A hand came up and wrapped around his neck, feeling his quick pulse under the warm skin.

'I just can't get enough of you...' Mingi growled next to Wooyoung as he pulled out until the tip and slammed right back in. He was powerful enough to fuck Wooyoung right into the sweat covered sheets under them.

'You're having fun and not inviting me for a feast?' someone spoke from next to the bed. Wooyoung didn't even notice the newcomer, he was too focused on Mingi the whole time.

'Jongho... I was about to call you...' to Wooyoung, it sounded like a lie and once Jongho spoke up again, he confirmed it.

'We both know you're too greedy to do that Min..'

Greed. Mingi was Greed.

'Do you want to join?' Mingi slipped out and pulled Wooyoung up so his back collided with Mingi's firm chest. 'Look how pretty he is... He's a real treasure.' he grabbed onto his neck again and turned his head so Jongho could see him better as if he was offering him for the other to use. Jongho climbed on the bed and inspected Wooyoung from up-close when Mingi pushed him so he fell right into his arms, caging the other under his own body.

Wooyoung let out a small yelp at the sudden contact but melted into the touch once Jongho placed his hand on his thighs. 'Don't be afraid, bunny, I'll take good care of you' he said, smiling up at Wooyoung. He felt the tip catching onto his rim and without being instructed, he lowered himself on Jongho's length, moaning as Mingi caressed his lower back. The three of them were in perfect sync, their bodies molded together into one and he felt like he was floating between clouds. The way both of them worshiped his body to the fullest, drawing moans and curses out of him made it easy to forget about everything else. He was pressed between them as they occasionally switched. He could feel his orgasm building up but before he could say anything, Mingi's hand wrapped around his length and pumped it to the rhythm of Jongho's trust, pulling another orgasm out of him. His body started to tremble from oversensitivity but neither of them let him go until they finished. Mingi practically growled next to his ear when it hit him, while Jongho was less vocal.

His arms couldn't keep his body up anymore and he collapsed on Jongho. They stayed like that for a long time, until Mingi decided it was enough and pulled out. Wooyoung was already half asleep when they cleaned him up and threw a blanket over him so he wouldn't be cold. He was drifting in and out of consciousness when they left the room, leaving him all alone once again until someone came in. He had no energy to open his eyes and look who it was but he didn't need to. The other climbed into the bed and pulled him close, holding his waist under the blanket securely.

'I know you're sleeping but I just wanted to cuddle if you'll let me' the man said, his voice was new and Wooyoung had no idea who he was but the way he held him so close was so peaceful he let out a soft hum and tried to find the other's hand with his own.

'Here' he said, holding onto Wooyoung's hand and settling into a more secure position to hold him in. It was nice, after all the activities his body was through, to get some nice rest next to the very cuddly person.

***

It was already dark outside when Wooyoung woke up. He felt a hand playing with his hair softly, brushing it up and down in slow motions, occasionally ruffling it up. He unconsciously leaned into the touch, craving more attention as he slowly came to his senses.

'Hey there' the man giggled behind him. Wooyoung wanted to know who it was so he turned around to see, but he was instantly brought into a hug. It felt nice but he was still curious. 'Who are you?' his voice sounded more raspy than usual, probably due to all the moaning he did the night before.

' I'm Yunho, as you probably guessed. Don't worry I'll not do anything to you, I just want to spend some with you alone until you recover a little. I heard you've been through a lot last night.'

It was true. First San and then Mingi and Jongho both took a turn with him but he enjoyed every second of it, maybe a little too much.'Yeah... but this is nice too' he confessed, burying himself deeper into Yunho's neck. The other smelled sweet and soft, and Wooyoung could feel the heaviness of his body slowly fading away. 'Although my back hurts like hell now' he said without thinking but Yunho started to massage the part slowly. His hands were warm and soft and Wooyoung let his body relax while he enjoyed the attention he was given. It was so easy to let himself go with Yunho and he didn't know if it was a good or a bad thing. He didn't know the other, or anyone he'd met but it felt so natural and easy to slip into the role.

'You probably have a lot of questions' Yunho stated the obvious. He didn't know what he should ask or how to ask for that matter so he just shrugged like it didn't matter. 'I don't know... I just feel... I don't even know what I feel. Is it supposed to be like this?'

'Well, you might think it was an accident that you met with San, but there's a reason behind that. We wanted to have fun for a night, to feel more like..humans? If that makes sense. We have our own responsibilities that we have to fulfill and sometimes it gets too much to handle, this is where someone like you comes into the picture. You handled it the best so far, no one survived Mingi before you so I have to thank San for getting you here.' he explained. It was hard to believe that they weren't exactly humans in that sense, since all of them looked and acted like one. If it wasn't for the shadows or the wording they used, he wouldn't believe it.

'So... San is Lust, right?'

'Exactly. Hongjoong hates when he brings humans in since he believes that none of them will survive here, but as you can tell, you're an exception. I guess you figured out his role too?' Wrath. It was the most obvious one besides San.

'Wrath... and Seonghwa?'

'What do you think?' Yunho asked, changing positions so he could play with Wooyoung's hair once more.

'Maybe Pride? That seems fitting... he wasn't nice to me. At all.'

'Yeah..' he giggled 'Seonghwa is an asshole and he thinks he's better than anyone else. I think only Hongjoong can tame him but mainly because they used to fuck around for a while.' It was obvious that Yunho knew everything and he was surprisingly willing to share all of it with Wooyoung.

'I feel like I'm making a deal with a devil or something now that you're telling me all this.'

'Nah..' he pushed Wooyoung to the side a bit so he could look him in the eye. "We're just like you, but with a little more power," he smiled. It was so easy to be with Yunho. Wooyoung felt some sort of connection with him but soon he realized it was just the calm before the storm named Hongjoong.

***

'I said,' - Hongjoong grabbed Wooyoung's chin and tilted his head up - 'suck' he commanded and forced his length down Wooyoung's throat. He eventually gave in and tried his best to put on a good show since they had an audience. Seonghwa was sitting on a chair which was pushed up to the bed so he could get the best view, and give instructions to Wooyoung occasionally. He was kneeling by the bed which Hongjoong sat on, hands under his thighs hence he wasn't allowed to touch.

He pulled back until only the head was in his mouth and sucked on it, hard, just as Hongjoong wanted. His moans filled up the room and sent shivers down on his spine when Hongjoong suddenly pulled him up and threw him on the bed. It was easy, even though Wooyoung was taller, Hongjoong had way more power and muscle hiding under his clothes and it made it all more thrilling for Wooyoung. San was passionate and Mingi was fierce but none of them could compare to the red haired. There was something dangerously dark inside him which switched something in Wooyoung. He didn't know what it was, but he found it arousing when either Hongjoong or Seonghwa told him what to do, as if he was too cock dumb to think straight. Even when they talked about him like he wasn't even there, he could feel his own arousal pooling in his stomach, twisting and turning, leading him wanting more.

'Hongjoong has to do all the work? Aren't you supposed to satisfy him?' Seonghwa chimed in, sitting in the chair like some royalty. Before they began he said he would never touch Wooyoung but he'd engage in their activities in different ways. At that time Wooyoung didn't know what he meant, but now, when he was just watching him and Hongjoong, he could understand it. The fact that he wasn't able to touch or feel the other made him want to put on a show and let him know how much he enjoyed it when Hongjoong touched him. He was a little bit of an attention seeker when it came to sex and that played a big part now, when he was under Seonghwa's burning stare. Hongjoong didn't waste any time preparing, he yanked his own jeans down fully and slid right between Wooyoung's legs. Somehow it felt natural, like it was supposed to be like this. He could feel the head of Hongjoong's cock slowly pushing in, stretching him painfully but it also felt good. His body was on fire, sweat was already dripping down on his forehead just like on Hongjoong's. He pulled his legs apart even more, allowing himself more room so he could penetrate Wooyoung even deeper. When he hit a specific spot, all Wooyoung could do was moan, with the mixture of air being punched out of him. Hongjoong wasn't too big but he made it up with his moves, and he aimed to the same spot again and again with precision. Seonghwa must've enjoyed the show because when Wooyoung turned his head to the side, he saw the other's hand disappear in his own jeans.

'Look at me!' Hongjoong growled and yanked on Wooyoung's hair to turn his head back. Fire was dancing in his eyes, as the same dark aura appeared again, even the shadows seemed to swirl up behind him. Without breaking eye contact, Hongjoong picked up an animalistic pace and fucked Wooyoung with even more power. He could feel his eyes rolling into the back of his head when Hongjoong hit that spot again and again, teasing him but never letting him finish. 'I'll fuck you until you can't move' he moaned and grabbed onto his right leg. He lifted it and placed it on his hip, so he could hold onto something while fucking into Wooyoung's tight heat with the same rythm. 'I bet you're enjoying this'

'Hnn..more..' Wooyoung was too lost in pleasure, enjoying the way Hongjoong's body fit with his own, skin heating up even more. He felt something tickling his arm but he didn't pay much attention to it, that is until he felt a burning feeling. Something wasn't right. He looked up only to see the black shadow covering his arm as it burnt an intricate pattern into his skin. "Looks like you were made for me, Wooyoung... even my dark side loves your body,' Hongjoong said and snapped his hips once again. The burning sensation slowly faded and a new wave of pleasure ripped through his body. His climax was building hard and fast, teasing him until it rushed through his veins, and his body couldn't take more. His high pitched moan filled the room just when Hongjoong gave one final thrust that sent him over the edge. He heard several moans in the room and he guessed it was probably Seonghwa but he was too far gone to do anything. He grabbed onto the sheets under him as he rode through his orgasm the second time when Hongjoong pulled out of him, his body twitching with the force of it.

'We should really keep him around' he hear Hongjoong's voice before his body gave in and the world around him was fading, the darkness welcomed him with open arms.

***

'I bet you think you're perfect,' Yeosang suddenly appeared in the bedroom. 'But you're too far from that. We're not even on the same level, darling.'

Wooyoung didn't know how to react. He never felt confident about his looks, but so far people told him he was pretty and cute. Was Yeosang jealous? Suddenly it all made sense. Envy. When they first met, Yeosang was oddly cold towards him and he looked sad when San talked about how much he adored Wooyoung, how much he wanted to devour him and use him because he was a better fit for him.

'I see you figured it out' he chuckled. Wooyoung suddenly felt the temperature in the room drop, slowly creeping up on his body until it was trembling. Yeosang walked up to him, holding a knife in his right hand, the metal glistened as the light hit the edge 'You think you're better?' he sneered, holding the knife to his throat. He could feel the sharp edge of it trail down on his skin, body trembling in fear. He knew it was the end for him.

'Choose your last words wisely' Yeosang said and moved the knife so it broke skin. He tried to come up with something, anything to make Yeosang step back but it was too hard to even think. 'I... I want to stay..' he mumbled, too scared to get cut accidentally. Yeosang looked taken aback for a second but masked his emotions quickly and stared down at Wooyoung with the same disgusted look. 'Well then,' he whispered as he leaned closer 'this is such a shame' as he finished speaking he pulled back and let the knife slide down on Wooyoung's throat, to his chest, the blade sinking into his skin here and there. With a faint smile he pushed the knife in, deep, until his knuckles touched Wooyoung's bare chest. Blood oozed out of the wound and Wooyoung panicked, trying to crawl at Yeosang's hand to make it stop but with no use. It hurt, pain ran through his body when Yeosang withdrew the knife after cruelly turning it inside.

'You can cry all you want, even pray or crawl at my feet but you can't take my place' he said, smirking, and pushed Wooyoung to the floor. His knees hit the ground as he grabbed onto his chest, blood spilling from his wound, painting him and the floor in a deep red shade. He gasped but he couldn't get enough air into his lungs and every breath hurt as if he was burning from the inside. He looked up at the man in front of him, pleading for help, but the other just stood there, waiting.

His body felt heavy and he couldn't keep himself up anymore. Wooyoung collapsed on the floor and more blood pooled underneath him. He could feel the warmth of the blood, the way his hands started to feel cold but he couldn't do anything to stop it. The world started to fade as the colors slowly disappeared . He was dying.

'I really liked you for a second... but I can't let you get in my way' he said lastly as Wooyoung slowly lost consciousness.

Everything faded into black when his body finally gave in to the torture and just in seconds, he was already gone.