WARNING: hardcore smut and...gun play *laughs nervously*

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Jimin was stark naked on the bed, his perfect white teeth clenched around the lacy fabric crammed in his mouth. He was restrained to move from Yoongi's leather belt around his wrists, digging into his flesh and stinging like hot coals each time he pulled onto it, drops of dew rolling off his chest as Yoongi ran the barren of his gun over his navel, his knees spreading the younger's legs while pinning him into the mattress.

Jimin was having a hard time breathing, the cold rim of the firearm he was all too familiar with right against his gut. If Yoongi wanted, he could shoot him right now. This feeling of dominance was just otherworldly. Jimin knew he was at his mercy and Yoongi was toying with violence, lust, and Jimin.

He couldn't see it, those deep chocolate orbs hidden behind the silk tie Yoongi had secured around his head, but Yoongi knew how well Jimin knew what trailed over his hot and clammy skin, his cock hard between his legs, dripping with precome.

Whimpers were escaping his mouth, muffling down into the gag but Yoongi didn't care. Yoongi had yet to fuck him, but his limbs were shivering with the cold weapon of the metal, his cock and thighs soaked with his juices after making him come again and again without a break.

Yoongi could taunt the younger for hours, edge him to death and make him come undone with the simplest tease of his cock while he prolonged his own explosion of sinful bliss, but the muffled cries that broke through the damp gag were igniting an inferno inside of him and driving him insane, his own cock throbbing at this point.

If he didn't fuck him soon, he wasn't sure Jimin would make it without passing out.

Yoongi pulled the silk tie from his eyes and his mouth so it dangled around his neck. He pulled the knotted tie with his finger, making Jimin crane his neck towards him only to kiss him sloppily as he thrusted the barren of the gun into him.

Red-hot flames blistered Jimin's veins as his spine curved off the bed and his fingers hooked around Yoongi's shoulders. It burned fucking badly and for a good minute, Jimin couldn't even feel the pleasure, nothing like taking a cock. He's never been fucked with a gun before. It was a million times harder and the way the cold metal hit Jimin's hilt had him shrieking, his eyes quivering weakly.

Yoongi kissed Jimin's drooling mouth chastely, too sweet for the way his hand was keeping the gun pressed against his prostate. He started moving the gun in and out of his wet, puffy hole and that's when tears slipped passed Jimin's eyes, cries and sobs of pain leaving his mouth.

"H-hurts- Yoon- hurts-"

Yoongi scoffed, continuing his pace of thrusting the firearm into Jimin, ignoring the writhing mess under him.

"What a pathetic little thing you are, thinking I'd care if it hurts." Yoongi blunted out, mean words going to straight to Jimin's dick. "Tell me, Jimin, how many times have you killed people with this same gun?"

Jimin couldn't answer in his trance, too focused on the way the pleasure and pain mixed together and forced his wails out of him, his walls burning so good. Yoongi slapped his thigh to grab his attention back towards him, once again halting his movements, letting the barren of the gun bury deep inside the younger.

"Answer me." He ordered.

"A-a lot." Jimin whimpered.

Yoongi hummed. "Didn't hurt so much to watch them die, did it? How much did you enjoy their pain? To watch their blood seep out, the way they cried..."

Jimin moaned out shamelessly, throwing his head back into the mattress. He loved it so much. To kill them. The way they begged. The smell of their blood. It was so euphoric.

Yoongi groaned lowly, muttering something like, "just a freak like me" before pulling the gun out of Jimin with a harrowing growl, a muted wail of discomfort leaving his pretty lips as he was left empty again. Yet, he did not talk back, never knew giving control would ignite such blazes within him.

Yoongi stripped away the leather belt from Jimin's wrists that left red assaults over his pale skin. He yanked the younger up by his hair on his knees, glaring down into his doe watery eyes.

He retreated from Jimin as the younger looked at him expectantly, not knowing what to do with himself.

"Prep yourself."

Do I even need it now? Jimin thought but kept his thoughts muted. He was a good little boy, his hands immediately scurrying through the messy sheets to look for the bottle lube and getting it onto his fingers before sliding in between his legs to toy with the oversensitive hole Yoongi had already abused so much.

Moans of delight left his plump lips, his hips rocking back and forth as his eyes remained glued to the elder, fingering himself as hard as he could. Thoughts fuzzy and stomach burning with knowing Yoongi had the power to break him apart in half.

Yoongi knew he was close when his eyelids fluttered close, the beads of sweat from his body saturating the messy sheets beneath him. He was about to fall over the edge, but Yoongi would not allow it. Not unless he was the one that pushed him.

"Stop."

Jimin whined like a child who'd lost their toy, but he instantly removed his fingers at his command, his fists clenching in frustration as he waited for the next order.

"I want you to stand at the window, take the chair and bend over it."

The younger briskly nodded, scurrying from the messy sheets as soon as the older released him, desperate for whatever the older had to offer. Yoongi pursued quickly, his bare feet padding on the floor as Jimin shakily dragged the chair in front of the ceiling to the floor windowpane.

He could see Yoongi's shirt laying abandoned to the floor, and it was damp with blood. Surely Yoongi had killed someone before coming to him, and just the thought of it made Jimin's cock twitch. How hot Yoongi would have looked while doing so, how strong, and his eyes would've blazed with fire. It made Jimin realise that Yoongi could crumble him too and he wanted a taste of that. He wanted a taste of it all.

With a smirk, Yoongi planted his hand at the centre of his back and shoved Jimin face-first into the cushioned seat, his plush, and round ass at his mercy as it hovered in the air.

Closing the distance between them, Yoongi ran a hand over his pert ass, admiring the creamy flesh that would soon be marked. Jimin shot forward with a loud cry when Yoongi smacked his one cheek, the chair tilting on two legs under his weight before crashing back to the floor. He struck him again, this time harder as a string of drool dripped from Jimin's mouth as he quivered and begged for more like an insatiable drug addict.

It was as if all his fantasies were coming true with Yoongi. He was sure no one could fuel his desires like the elder.

When he was satisfied with the mottled red tones painted on his white canvas, he snaked his hand up to his back and coiled the loose end of the silk fabric around his neck with his hand. He yanked on the material like a pair of reins.

Yoongi wrapped the tie around his palm and thrust into Jimin once, twice, thrice, until it synchronised and became harsher, rougher. The low heat that was being gradually built in the pit of his belly growing hotter, he felt his climax beginning to build already, clearly, all the Yoongi's teasing had him aroused to death. The hot coil growing tighter with each thrust against his prostate.

Jimin's muted whimpers turned to sobs and loud wails as he orgasmed untouched, his walls fluttering around Yoongi's dick as his chest collapsed onto the chair. Yoongi hauled him up with the tie, making Jimin's back press onto his chest, fingers digging into the flesh of his hips. Jimin's back arched at the new angle as his legs struggled to stay put if it wasn't for Yoongi's strong grip, melting by each passing brutal thrust of Yoongi's cock into his abused prostate which Jimin believed would never recover now.

A whimper scratched the back of Jimin's throat in protest as Yoongi pulled out of him but was soon turned into blissful gasps and pants as the older lapped his mouth over his shoulder and neck, Jimin's mouth falling open at the soothing sensation.

Yoongi guided Jimin to the bed, pushing him down on his back before pulling him at the edge by his calves and pushing into him in the same process. Jimin hiccuped in a sob but Yoongi gave him no time to rest, plunging into him so sharply and at a pace which had Jimin choking back his cries, drool and snot smudged across his face and new tears tracing the trail of dried ones.

He was a mess. He was a mess for Yoongi.

Yoongi gripped the younger's hips, other hand moving up his chest to grasp the loose silk collar, continuing to assault him, his cock softening but he was going to die anytime soon because of oversensitivity. His sobs were louder now, lewd screams filling the room. A blubbering puddle of mess clinging to his abdomen as he struggled to breathe from the temporary collar around his throat.

And yet, no word of protest was uttered. No 'Noir', the safe word he had chosen. He was relishing it. This Yoongi with this sex could become his guilty pleasure. He wasn't sure if he'd survive the next orgasm.

That paradise they longed to reach, that temporary high that amplified every wrongdoing they'd committed, began to wash over them. It sailed through Yoongi's blood vessels and electrified his nerve endings, congregating at the base of his stomach until it was too much to handle.

He hastily withdrew from the screaming Jimin and pumped his erect cock in his hand, barking out the howl of pleasure when his orgasm took over him and shattered him into a million pieces. He closed his eyes shut, his canines drawing blood from his bottom lip as he watched his come decorate Jimin's dappled abdomen along with Jimin's come.

Letting go of the tie around the younger's neck, he stumbled back and fell onto the chair, his damp hair sticking to his forehead.

Jimin slumped to the bed in an unconscious heap, his mind slipping into nothingness, his whole body aching and eyes closing as the last of tears dropped down his cheeks. His lower body was numb. His cock was aching by the number of times Yoongi had made him come tonight, giving him no, no mercy.

When he came back to a rather hazy consciousness, everything was swimming around him. He couldn't open his eyes more than slits but he could feel something soft and wet soothing his stinging ass, he was surely in a much more comfortable position now, and something warm was resting above his.

That was all he could consider before he was drifting back to blackness again.

When Jimin woke up the next hour or so, maybe because he was thirsty, his body was positively aching. He slurred open his eyes and could see Yoongi laying beside him in an arm's distance.

Yoongi was awake and when he noticed that Jimin was too, he shifted a bit closer.

"I thought you wouldn't wake up till noon." The elder muttered, he was sleepy too, he just couldn't keep himself from staying awake and staring at Jimin. He set a few damp strands of Jimin's blonde hair aside.

"I thought you were planning a lust murder tonight," Jimin mumbled, Yoongi laughed breathily.

"Say what? I was feeling dangerous, but I wouldn't kill you even if I lost my mind."

Jimin gaped at his words, eyes closed but he still wanted to talk to Yoongi.

"But I'll kill you." He said.

"Sure."

A silence fell between them as Jimin opened an eye to look at Yoongi's sweaty face. This has been eating him up for a while now. Why was everything...going so smoothly?

"Yoongi..." He murmured, earning a hum from the older. "It's calm but definitely not peaceful. It's deadly silent."

"As if the silence before the storm?"

"As if the silence before the storm..." Jimin mumbled after him before drifting off to sleep.

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"Where have you been?" Jihyun asked, clearly showing how badly he was trying to contain his patience.

Yoongi gaped at his brother sitting at his office table, glaring at the younger.

"I..."

"No, let me guess." Jihyung bit back. "You were with your new-found plaything."

Yoongi's chest tightened at his brother's words. Jimin? Plaything? No. No, Jihyun couldn't insult him like that, in an instant he was filling up with rage.

"It's not-"

"For god's sake, Yoongi!" Jihyun roared. "You murder someone and rather than coming and informing me, you leave Hoseok in the middle of the street all covered in blood and sprint off only to show up in the morning! What are you doing? And then you whine about me shouting at you and getting all worked up!"

Yoongi looked down, a bitter taste filling his mouth. He just hated this side of his brother. Just hated. After all the shitty things their parents have made both of them endure, they should have been each other's backbone.

He still remembered how good his relationship with his brother was when they were younger. But after their parents' murder and all the responsibilities thrown to Jihyun's shoulder, he had become so distant with Yoongi. And he didn't blame him for that...he just wished there would be someone to understand him.

Yes, their emotions and life had been all over the place after their parents' death, until came Clarice and Jihyun found his solace. Now it was Yoongi's turn so why did his brother constantly nudged him?

He clenched his fist and looked up at Jihyun.

"Yes, I admit I have been a bit distracted from the work lately... but I beg of you, brother, let me be distracted."

"What do you mean to let you be distracted, Min Yoongi, do you have any idea how it affects our work?"

"Yes, of course, you'll keep your work above my happiness. How can you let the thought of me being happy with someone to live?" Yoongi said, letting out a sarcastic laugh. "Because you've found your happiness in Clarice, you have the estate stable and me doing all the dirty work. Everything is perfect for you!"

He barked before stomping out of the office, not wanting to be near Jihyun as he strode towards his room. He banged it shut as he reached there, falling onto the bed and trying to calm himself down.

He looked at the empty bed where Jimin once lay, looking ethereal under him. He roamed his palm onto the sheets as if feeling the boy's presence. He just...didn't understand what would happen if Jimin would not be there with him.

Jimin and he were so close yet so so far away. How he desperately felt the urge to tell Jimin what he made him feel. How Jimin just effortlessly made him a better person.

He laid down there, staring at the ceiling. Just a few seconds ago, he was all about proving his point to his older brother. All about showing him how he constantly restricted him from finding solace. But now his thoughts were filled with only one person in particular.

No, not about their yesterday night full of leather whips and restricted climax. Well, that was hot. But he was thinking about the boy himself.

The cute scowl he wore every time Yoongi flirted with him. Or the way he tried to stay strong when blushing, he knew he didn't do that with everyone.

The first time they talked, Jimin was so confident and stoic but gradually, Yoongi started affecting him and showed the older a much softer side.

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Jihyun sat there, perplexed by Yoongi's outburst. What was wrong with Yoongi?

The door opened again and Jihyun's sharp feline-like eyes shot up but softened as he saw Clarice. She closed the door behind her, still facing Jihyun, letting out a deep sigh.

"Yes, I heard everything." She said.

Jihyun just looked down.

"I don't understand him." He said. "I just warned him to not be that careless."

Clarice bit her lip, walking towards Jihyun and sitting in front of him.

"You need to be a little careful with what your words emphasise Jihyun. There is a way of making people understand their mistake. I admit Yoongi was wrong with leaving Hoseok and all but you called the person his plaything, it triggered him. Imagine someone calling me that...your plaything?"

That's when Jihyun realised what he had done. If someone called Clarice like that, the person would be beheaded the next second.

Was Yoongi feeling that?

"Don't you see, Jihyun?" Clarice asked. "He's trying. Didn't you understand that from his words? He said, 'the boy is a treasure, but to have it, I'll have to solve his mystery.' He is distracted because he's fighting to win someone...and what do we know? Perhaps it's harder than we're thinking."

Jihyun sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I'm sorry." He mumbled. "I'll apologize to him...it's just...I'm so stressed with that Kim having Park Jimin as leverage against us. And who knows where the bastard has hidden him? No one does." He exhaled, taking a moment to look at Clarice.

"Speaking of the Kims..."

Jihyun took out his phone, scrolling through the contacts until he found his personal assistant's number.

His personal assistant had been out of the town for personal reasons but now he was back to the game. The other line picked up the call.

"Hello?"

"Jungkook. Would you send my message to Kim Taehyung?"

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Oof- here comes taekook.

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