Requested by chocolatebebe02

"Guess who's here~?"

Hongjoong groaned while opening the door. He looked straight ahead to see his evil counterpart standing in front of him, holding only a small briefcase in his hand.

"Aw, are you not happy to see me? To see us?" Hala Hongjoong shoved past him and threw the case onto the nearest couch. Then he jumped on the sofa itself. "I could get used to this."

"No. You all are living in the basement," Hongjoong said while crossing his arms. He glared as the rest of their Hala personas walked in.

Through some inexplicable matter, Hongjoong and the rest decided to allow Halateez to live with them. They had found it best to keep watch over them while living under the same roof.

"Oh!" San exclaimed from the top of the stairs. "They're here!"

"Sannie?!" Hala San asked. His replica ran toward him with open arms.

Hala Wooyoung licked his lips. "Mm, I live with two Sans now? I must be really lucky."

Hongjoong shook his head, smacking the male on the back of his neck. "The basement. Go."

That night, there was a lot of tension.

Hongjoong and Seonghwa were annoyed with their guests. It didn't help that a few of the Halateez members were constantly wooing several of their partners. And though they've had a big sex session twice already, it still bothered them.

There was one person in particular, though, that couldn't control himself.

"He's so cocky. I hate his smile," San uttered under his breath.

"Huh?" Wooyoung craned his neck.

"Nothing." The older rolled his eyes. Wooyoung shrugged and returned to a messy make-out session with Hala Yeosang. San's nose wrinkled in disgust. Their lips and tongue were moving so strangely.

"Stop!" someone exclaimed, full of laughter.

San's head snapped back to the source. He glared at the three. Hala San was playfully poking Yunho's ribs, causing the male to grin brightly. Mingi stood on the side, laughing too. San knew his gaze at the moment had to be fatal. How could his persona be flirting with the other members without his permission?

His permission. San didn't even realize how wicked his thoughts were until he approached the trio.

"Hey," he said. Mingi smiled.

"Hey, San. Why didn't you tell us this guy was so funny?"

"He is? I didn't know." San forced a smile. His hand not-so-softly fell on Hala San's shoulder.

"You didn't?" Yunho asked.

"Well... we're not the same person."

Hala San raised an eyebrow. "We're not?" he asked with an amused smile.

"No." Suddenly, San grabbed his wrist and pulled him up the stairs to his room. Yunho and Mingi looked at each other, both confused yet worried for the Hala version.

Hala San smirked as San shut the bedroom door. "We're not the same? Are you sure?"

"Shut up."

"Answer the question, Sannie."

The cocky look on Hala San's face soon went away when San grabbed a fistful of his hair.

"I made you. And you listen to me." San pushed him to the bed. "Understand?"

Hala San stared at the other in the eye. There was no notable expression on San's face, so it made him quickly nod his head. "Y-Yes, sir."

"Mhm. Good boy. I bet you'll do anything for a little bit of dick."

Hala San whimpered, fingers eagerly tapping his thighs.

"And just so you know, Yunho and Mingi are bottoms like you. You might want to try someone else next time you want attention, toy."

Hala San nodded quickly. He felt the need to yell at San to do it already — to treat him without care and fuck him senseless. A scream at him would warrant a punishment.

But he still wanted to walk tomorrow.

"Fuck me, San. Plea-"

San didn't let the other finish as he brought him in a sloppy kiss. His hand squeezed Hala San's jaw to hold him still. He knew his fingers would leave dark marks on the male's paler flesh.

"You're always so rough with guys, Sannie."

"I love it when you treat me rough."

San growled. He grabbed a handful of Hala San's black hair.

"Stop doing that."

"Doing what?" his counterpart innocently asked.

San shoved the other back to lay down. Then he spread his legs and hovered over him.

"You're cute when you're scared," he smirked.

Hala San opened his mouth to speak, but a hand held his neck instead.

"Stay."

"Y-Yes, sir."

San paused. "Are you okay?"

"Y-Yeah. Keep going."

San nodded. He released his grip and moved down so he could unfasten the male's jeans. A chuckle left his mouth after pulling them down.

"I just discover more things about you... or is it... me?"

Hala San knew blush dusted his cheeks. San tugged on the soft material of his underwear — panties, to be exact — until all bottom wear lay on the ground.

Holding Hala San's knees open, San parted his lips and allowed some saliva to fall precisely on his dick.

His partner softly moaned at the sight in front of him. Then a few more times as San wrapped a hand over his length, giving it a few tugs.

"Are you that satisfied with a barely wet hand touching you? Is that how desperate you are, toy?" San asked. "So desperate to be touched?"

"Uh-huh."

"...How pitiful."

Hala San whimpered when San's warm palm detached from his body. His eyes followed San to a drawer.

A soft buzz filled the room when San closed a ring around Hala San's member. The submissive groaned from the unfamiliar sensation it stirred inside him.

San returned to fondling with Hala San. One hand holding the base — pressing the ring harder against him — and the other running up and down the shaft.

"Ah~," Hala San gasped as his hands clenched the bedsheets around him. San's tongue swirled around his tip, lightly playing with the slit.

Soon, San engulfed him almost whole. Hala San could feel himself deep in the other's throat. He felt so tempted to buckle his hips and force himself deeper, but the vibrations around his base locked him still. Any movements were a risk of overstimulation.

Not that he minded.

"Come on, do it."

"Not so confident, are you?"

"Stop!" Hala San exclaimed, a moan coughing out at the end.

"Stop?" San repeated. His gaze fell into the deadly one from earlier — when Hala San confidently flirted with San's friends.

"S-Stop talking to me... in my head," Hala San cried. His legs shook when another whine slipped out his mouth.

"You're going to cum from my hand and mouth already?"

"San!"

"C'mon, toy. C'mon." San rubbed his hand faster.

"S-Sir! H-Harder! Please..." Hala San's chest rose up and down from how amazing his hand made him feel.

San leaned up to kiss his lips. Hala San suddenly thrusted up and came over himself. His teary eyes closed from the pleasure being released.

"Good boy. Good job," San whispered softly, hand caressing Hala San's cheek. The bottom, feeling warm, brought the other into a gentle kiss.

. . .

"Are you done yet?"

Hala San blinked awake to the person standing in the corner. San stared at his persona, seemingly amused at the sight.

"Who would've ever thought my evil side submitted... to me?" he asked with a grin. Hala San immediately felt a pounding in his chest. His dream felt so real. How could it have not been?

"I can read your thoughts, Sannie." San extended an arm and locked the door. "I watched the whole thing."

Hala San's cheeks tinted red again.

"Let's make it real."