Namjoon didn't know how long he cried for, but eventually he stopped due to sheer exhaustion. He laid there for a long time under the blankets, listening to the quietness of the empty house, his thoughts jumping from one train to another. He must have drifted off a few times, because whenever he opened his eyes again, the sun had moved, casting shadows in different angles.

Finally, he sat up, rubbing his eyes. He was still tired, but he knew sleep wouldn't come.

He sat there for a while, mustering up the energy to slide off the bed.

Aimlessly he walked around the room, looking at the various household items one would expect to be in a bedroom. Nothing of interest in the drawers either when he opened them. Just clothing. He shut the drawers and stood up.

The door was locked when he attempted to turn the handle, but he had been expecting that. With a sigh, he glanced at the stack of books she had left him. Dully, he picked up the first one and flipped through it. It helped to pass the time, but eventually he set it aside without finishing it.

Leaning against the wall, Namjoon sat on the bed, bringing his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around them. There was nothing to do but wait for everyone to get home.

After a few minutes, Namjoon reached out and turned on the radio. Music flooded out of the speakers, a song he didn't know, but he appreciated the singer drowning out the quiet.

His thoughts drifted to Yoongi, wondering how the boy was doing. Having to go to school and act like nothing was wrong, like he hadn't been violated just 24 hours ago...

"Ignore him if he speaks to you and push him away if he touches you, got it?"

Tears welled up in Namjoon's eyes. He and Yoongi were both in hell here, why couldn't they be allowed the only comfort this place had- each other?

A sound.

Tensing up, Namjoon quickly shut off the radio and listened.

Footsteps approaching, then the sound of the bedroom door being unlocked.

Holden glared, still not over what had happened in the kitchen, it seemed.

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He sighed and leaned against the dresser, crossing his arms. "So. You just gunna be her little bitch now? Obeying her every command without a shred of dignity?"

The boy didn't move from his spot on the bed, his dragon eyes watching Holden's every move intently.

"She'll get bored of you, eventually." Holden studied a broken nail. "You might last a little longer than average, since she loves your videos so much. But in the end she always gets bored, and you'll just be another body under her rosebushes."

"Are you?"

Holden blinked, surprised the boy was responding, and also taken aback by the boys tone.

"Are you?" Namjoon repeated, fear and despair accumulating into a strange calm. He sounded... self assured.

And that scared Holden.

"Am I what?" Holden glared.

"Bored of me?"

He blinked, unsure of this question. His crossed arms slipped slightly, caught off guard.

"Are you going to let her bury me, after you worked so hard to get me here?" Namjoon continued, sitting up straight. "All the planning and researching you did, all the money you spent on hackers to get my information, are you really going to let it all slip through your fingers for someone who beats you when she doesn't get her way? If she got bored of me by tomorrow, would you sit back and watch her grab the shovel? Or would you stand up for what's yours?"

"So you're saying you're mine?" Holden raised an eyebrow, wondering what the porn star was planning. He knew the boy was smart, and he had had all day to think. This was probably just phase one of some elaborate escape attempt.

But on the other hand, seeing the hooded look in the boys pretty, sharp eyes, Holden found his dick responding.

"Isn't that what you said earlier, in the kitchen?" Namjoon cocked his head. "Isn't that what you believe, even after you gave me as a present for your wife? Isn't that what you want, more than anything?"

"Maybe I liked fucking Yoongi more." Holden retorted.

"Maybe you're enraged, and hate that you have to hide that fact." Namjoon said lowly. "Because you did all the work and yet haven't been able to reap the rewards. She doesn't share her toys, does she? Never, at all. And you can't do anything about it because she'll kick your ass again. And it just makes you seethe, just beneath the surface. Even though you love her, you hate her."

"You have no idea the kind of territory you're trespassing on right now," Holden warned.

"You made me so pretty," Namjoon continued, shaking his head slightly to let his newly dyed hair hang in his face, the black strands falling over his striking eyes. "And yet you haven't even been able to kiss me, let alone fuck me. Fucked over by your own wife. I see who wears the pants in this relationship now, and who wears the skirt."

Holden scowled. "I've seen your videos, pet. You're the one who wears skirts."

"And yet, at this rate, you'll never get to see me in one." Namjoon tilted his head, letting his legs slowly fall open. "Because you'll be in the doghouse while I'm sleeping in your bed, next to your hot wife."

Holden stared, his blood rushing south.

He wanted to have a comeback, but then Namjoon's perfectly shaped hands drifted over his boxers, slowly running up his tanned torso and brushed his hair away from his face. His eyes closed as he tossed his head back, exposing his neck.

It was a move Holden had seen countless times in the boys videos, and it never failed to get him aroused.

"So...what?" The man finally managed to snap. "What's your point?"

"Point?" Namjoon blinked innocently. "What point?"

Holden's mouth opened but no sound came out. What exactly was happening here?

Whatever it was, Namjoon wasn't done with it yet.

He slid off the bed slowly, his long bare legs stretching out, toes daintily touching the carpet before he stood up. He stretched his arms above his head, moaning softly at the feeling.

Holden was stock still as the porn star came over, Vylette's warning blaring loudly in his head. But he couldn't make himself step away from the pretty boy.

As if reading Holden's mind, Namjoon laughed softly. "You know, she made it clear that you're not allowed to touch me. But..."

His finger reached up, placing itself over the mans chest, between his pecs, before slowly sliding down his torso.

"She never said I couldn't touch you." Namjoon whispered, leaning in close enough to make sure his soft breath fanned against Holden's ear.

The finger retreated just before it could reach the place Holden wanted it to.

Angry and aroused, Holden glared at the boy. "And what's your plan when I tell her you came onto me and betrayed her?"

"You won't tell her." Namjoon's cute smile was so assured and dazzling that Holden knew right away he wouldn't.

They could interact in private, behind Vy's back. She would never have to know, and they would both be happy. He could finally have the pornstar secretly while his wife believed she was getting him all to herself.

"You know, maybe we got off on the wrong foot here." Holden cleared his throat. "We don't have to be enemies, Namjoon."

It was the first time he had referred to the boy with his real name, and he could see the visible impact it had on the pornstar.

"Maybe you're right." Namjoon hummed. Reaching up, he gently tucked a few strands of Holden's messy hair behind his ear, cradling his palm against Holden's cheek. His thumb brushed over the mans lower lip, pushing its way inside to prop his mouth open.

Holden knew what he was going to do, but didn't fight it. His cock was straining against his clothes, eager to take whatever he could get.

Namjoon tugged the taller man down slightly, his playful and seductive demeanor changing into anger as he spat into Holden's mouth.

He put his palm under the mans chin and slammed his mouth shut. "Swallow it." He ordered coldly.

Holden did, dripping into his underwear.

Namjoon smiled again. "Who's a little bitch now, hm? Didn't even fight that at all."

If his erection wasn't playing on the verge of pain, Holden would have had a good retort to that.

Namjoon released him and stepped back. "Don't forget to lock the door when you leave. Don't want the queen to know you've been near her property."

Holden lingered for a few moments, hoping the boy would come back and do more, but Namjoon walked back to the bed and picked up the book again.

He watched the boy flip a page, before quickly hurrying out of the room.

After locking the door, he ran to the bathroom and came untouched in front of the mirror.

With a groan, he looked at his reflection and knew what he had to do.

Knew what he was going to do.