Pairing: Chan & Felix

Genre: Supernatural AU

!!TW!! : kidnapping, brief captivity, drug, mild violence, lots of blood, summoning demons, graphic depiction of a sacrificing ritual – kind of, possessive behavior

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Felix had been peacefully heading home after another night shift at the 7/11 when it happened, barely five minutes before he got home – the kidnapping, that is.

He had his earphones in and his music blasting so loudly it completely drowned out the noise of the screeching tires in the background. In a matter of seconds, a black van had abruptly swerved right over the sidewalk, effectively cutting off his route. 

Felix fell to the ground with a startled yelp, his eyes going wide as one of his earphones fell out, his heart hammering fast in his chest. This – surprisingly – wasn't his first near-death experience, but it had most certainly been his closest one.

Before the shock would wear off, the door of the van on his side slid open, and men sporting dark clothes and medical masks suddenly jumped out of it.

"What—hey! Let- let go!"

Panic surged through the boy as two of the men grabbed his arms and pulled him to his feet, dragging him toward the van. Felix instantly started struggling, but the third one shoved a sweet-smelling rag right over his nose, forcing him to inhale the somniferous drug. It wasn't strong enough to knock him out, but it was strong enough to considerably weaken him, and he couldn't stop them from dragging him into the van.

The moment he collapsed on the backseat, calloused hands were roughly pulling his arms behind his back and tightly tying his wrists together with tie-wraps. A blindfold was also tied over his eyes, and a small whimper escaped him as his frazzled, drug-hazed mind finally processed what was happening.

"Where- where are you taking me?" he rasped out, his voice a bit airy. "What- what do you want from- from me? Who—"

"Shut up," hissed one of the men.

Felix was too scared to try and speak up again. The last thing he wanted was for them to hurt him and lessen even more his chances of escape. So, biting his lower lip and fighting back his tears, Felix focused on trying to recover his strength and reconnect with his unresponsive body.

He didn't know for how long they drove, and he didn't have a single clue of their current whereabouts. All that he knew was that they had stopped, which meant that they had arrived at their destination, and so Felix's fate would soon be revealed.

He was dragged out of the car and carelessly thrown over one of his captor's shoulder. His stomach lurched a bit, the anxiety and the rough treatment making him want to throw up, but he held it in and tried to focus on any sound that might give away their current location.

Nothing. Not even a distant car honk. Wherever they were, it was extremely isolated, which meant no one would come to Felix's aid if he called for help.

He felt when they entered somewhere, the cold breeze of the night no longer nipping at his flushed skin. The unintelligible murmurs of his captors and their footsteps echoed eerily as they walked down an hallway. 

Felix heard a door open, and then the group seemingly split up in two – Felix and the man carrying him entered a room, while the rest of the group left in some sort of hurry. There was another sort of echo now, and Felix was even more scared and confused than before. If his guess was right, then they were in a bathroom – but why?

His question was soon answered as his captor suddenly put him down on, right back on his feet. Felix swayed a bit, still under the influence of the drug they had used earlier, but rough hands over his shoulders kept him steady.

And then, much to his horror, said hands started pulling off his jacket.

"What- what are you doing!?" he gasped, trying to pull away.

"Stay still if you know what's good for you," hissed his captor.

"No, please, stop, I don't want this, please—"

"Shut up! We're not allowed to touch you – I'm just here to cleanse you, so stop whining and fidgeting so much already."

While momentarily reassured that he wouldn't be violated right there and then, he was still confused. Cleanse him? As in, give him a bath? He was still quite uncomfortable with the entire situation but, considering his state, he couldn't put up much of a fight, and so he simply bit back a sob as the last of his clothes were discarded.

He felt terrible, standing completely naked from head to toe. The man had used a knife to cut Felix's shirt off since his hands were still tied behind his back, and knowing there was an actual blade somewhere close enough to hurt him if he acted out made him stay completely still despite how much he wanted to run away.

He whimpered as the man picked him up. If he could at least see, maybe it'd help lessen the fear eating away at him, but the blindfold had been tied quite tightly and wasn't showing any sign of falling off. 

He let out a small noise as he was suddenly lowered into the bathtub. The water was hot to the point of almost scalding, and numerous, thick scents of oils and incenses made his head spin. Feeling a little sick and lightheaded from the scents and the fumes, Felix slumped against the side of the bathtub, barely even reacting when this captor started scrubbing his skin.

It felt almost like an out-of-body experience and, had those been any other circumstances, Felix might have found himself enjoying it. As it was, though, he felt completely disconnected, his body unresponsive and his mind fogged up, but the fear still digging its claws into his heart.

After what felt like hours, he was finally pulled out of the bath. He barely even reacted, though, too out of it to really notice. His captor carefully toweled his slightly aching body – his skin was definitely going to blister come morning – before he was suddenly laid down on some sort of mattress.

He barely even felt it as his ties were finally cut, his hand free once more.

"Don't move," he heard, the order muffled, as if Felix's head was underwater.

It's not like he could move, anyway. He was barely starting to feel his toes again, the tips of his fingers tingling weirdly. There was the sound of a door opening, and then multiple footsteps shuffled around him.

Hands everywhere.

There were suddenly too many people, all of them touching him, and though Felix was internally panicking, he was still too disconnected from his body to do anything about it.

There were murmurs all around him, small hums that sounded like religious chants as the smell of incense wafted over him again. The hands touching him were moving his limbs around, as if manipulating the body of a broken puppet, and he could feel something warm and soft dancing over his skin, almost like little brushes. 

The little brushes trailed all over his exposed body, dancing from his hands to his collarbones, and then all the way down to his feet. Felix was almost lulled to sleep by the soothing feeling – until cold air was suddenly blown his way.

He let out a soft whine as he shivered violently, completely exposed to the cold air now clashing against his previously scalded skin. He tried to shift around in a feeble attempt to shield himself, but the hands were all over him again, mercilessly pinning him down and forcing him to endure the painful clash of temperature.

Someone grabbed his shoulders and pulled him up into a sitting position. Still shivering, Felix's head lolled to the side, still not strong enough to hold itself up. He was having an easier time processing what was happening around him now, slowly but surely reconnecting with his body, but he didn't like what he was feeling.

Something thin and soft was sliding over his skin, the silk-like clothe feeling like heaven against his mistreated skin. He could tell they were dressing him now, but those definitely weren't his clothes. He whined again as he felt cold metal clasping around his limbs, thin bracelets and thinner chains clinking together. He couldn't feel any strain, though, so those obviously weren't meant to restrain him.

And then he was picked up again, and promptly seated into a chair. At that point, Felix could more or less hold himself up, and he could slightly move his hands again – but the moment he tried to take off his blindfold, his hand was slapped away. 

Then, startlingly gentle hands started carding through his messy locks, soon followed by a brush. Felix could feel the gentle, soothing pull on his scalp as whoever was behind him started braiding some of the strands together, while another pair of hands carefully slipped in some sort of accessories.

Felix honestly had no clue as to what was going on. Had he just been kidnapped... only to be dressed up like some sort of fucked-up Barbie doll? He was still scared, of course, but that fear was mostly encompassed by sheer confusion now.

By the time they were done, Felix was almost fully back in control of his body. He could think more clearly, now, but as tempted as he was to rip off his blindfold, he didn't want to make any rash movement and earn another dose of somniferous drug.

"Alright, get up."

His legs wobbled a bit as he did as told. He could feel the silky clothing caressing his body, and though he was now dressed, he still felt naked – the little shifting of air around him was a clear indication that not everything was covered as it should be.

A hand fell on his shoulder – he recognized the grip as his initial captor's. He was firmly guided out of the bathroom, his bare feet soon leaving the cold tiles to meet a rugged carpet. He stumbled a few times, but his captor kept a steady hold on him and simply pushed him ahead.

After a minute or so, they stopped, and another door was opened. Felix was guided inside the new room, and it's only then that his captor let go of him.

"You have one hour. Take the pills and get some rest – while you still can."

And then his footsteps retreated, the door slammed shut, and for the first time since he was kidnapped, Felix was alone. At first stunned, the boy then hesitantly lifted his hands to his face. Since there was no reaction, he figured he truly was alone, and so he finally took off his blindfold.

He was greeted by the sight of a pretty bland room. There was a weak glow emanating from the single lightbulb to the ceiling, and it was cramped, too – there was only a small cot on the side, and an even smaller table right beside it. A shadow to his right made him jump in fright, but quickly realized that it was only his reflection. 

It was a large mirror that covered almost the entire wall, but it took Felix a moment to actually recognized himself – not only was the lighting quite shitty, but he also looked like an entirely different person.

He was dressed in a white, silk ensemble that reminded him of the outfits exotic dancers would wear in the movies. His lower body was covered, thankfully enough, but the entire thing was held in place by an intricate set up of golden bracelets and thin, decorative golden chains.

His skin had been painted with gold, the lines and swirls giving an ethereal glow to his sun-kissed body. His eyelids and his lips had also been painted over with the same gold makeup, and his freckles only seemed to stand out even more because of it. 

There were numerous braids in his hair, with silken laces and golden accessories entangled in them. He was wearing large earrings, and also a white choker with a single, golden star hanging from it.

It was beautiful.

It was also quite shameless.

"What the fuck..." he murmured, feeling sick.

The entire ensemble was disturbingly beautiful, but that beauty felt entirely wrong and out of place considering how it had been practically forced on him. He tried to scrub off some of the makeup on his arms, but the strange, golden mixture was completely dry and wasn't even smudged by the time he gave up. 

He considered ripping off the outfit, before realizing that he didn't have any other clothes with him – and the last thing he wanted was to end up completely naked again, even if his current outfit left very little to the imagination.

With a curse, Felix spun around and grabbed the door's handle – but, as expected, it was lock, and there was no other way out of the room.

Gritting his teeth, Felix plopped down on the cot, bringing his knees to his chest. He couldn't understand what was happening, and he was terrified. Why did those people kidnap him? And why did they dress him up like some sort of ancient bride straight out of an oriental movie?

Then, his slightly blurry gaze landed on the bedside table. There wasn't anything special about it, saved for the large glass of water and the two small, round, blue pills sitting atop of it.

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"You have one hour. Take the pills and get some rest – while you still can."

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They were drugs, obviously. How could they possibly expect Felix to voluntarily drug himself in a situation like that, though? But the way his captor had phrased it... It almost sounded as if Felix would be doing himself a favor by taking those pills...

No, he snapped, clenching his fists. I'm not falling for this. Whatever they have planned for me, I'll face it head-on and in complete control of my body and my mind!

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When the door opened again, Felix was ready. Using one of the pins that had been previously tangled in his hair, he brought it down with as much strength as he could manage, fully intending on stabbing whoever had just entered the room. 

Unfortunately, it would seem his feeble attempt had been expected and, without even breaking a sweat, his captor avoided the sharp needle of the pin, grabbed his wrist, and harshly twisted his entire arm. Felix fell to the floor with a pained yelp, the pin clattering on the cold floor – out of his reach.

Damn it...!

"You two, in here!" barked his captor, still holding him tightly.

And then Felix was roughly pulled to his feet, only to be shoved backward. He lost his balance and fell onto the small cot. Before he could try to get up, two other men had already entered the cramped room and had taken hold of his shoulders, forcefully pining him down. 

Felix instantly started trashing around, screaming from the top of his lungs and shouting numerous obscenities, but they didn't budge in the slightest. And then his "main" captor loomed over him... holding the pills and the glass of water.

"I told you to take them," he stated plainly.

Felix instantly shut his mouth tight, his heart hammering in his chest. Unbothered, the man harshly gripped his jaw and forced it open, only to dump the pills in his mouth, along with more water than he could drink in one mouthful. Felix choked, instantly trying to spit everything out, but the man merely clamped his grubby hand over it.

Felix was forced to swallow, the position he was in making it impossible to keep the water – and the pills – in his mouth without suffocating. He swallowed with a strangled noise, tears brimming his eyes again. Once certain he had swallowed everything, his main captor gestured for the other two to release him.

Felix couldn't do anything as the man picked him up – whatever the pills were, they worked fast, and he had already lost feeling in his hands and his feet. He could feel the numbness creeping up his limbs, his spine, his throat, his sight blurring into various arrays of shapes and lights—

They entered another room. Felix's sight was still blurry, but he saw the large bed in the middle of the room with startling clarity. The entire room was plunged in complete darkness, saved for the bed, around which four candles had been lightened.

He was laid down on the red silk sheets, powerless as the man carefully tied his wrists and his ankles to the bedposts in a matter of minutes.

"It would have been easier if you had taken the pills when I told you to." The man's voice sounded distant, muffled, but Felix could still make out the words, somehow. "At least you wouldn't have had to suffer through all of it."

And then he left, and Felix, in his delirious state, still found himself scared. Before he could try and force himself to form coherent thoughts, however, a humming sound made the air thrum – it took a few seconds for him to realize it was a mix of harmonizing voices.

What's... what's going on...?

They were chanting. There were people in the room, and Felix couldn't see them, and they were chanting in a tongue he didn't recognize, and then a dark, hooded figure detached itself from the shadows and slowly marched up to the bed, only to stop once it loomed over Felix.

There was a pause, and then the figure lowered their hood – and Felix's heart felt like it was breaking in half.

"Hy- Hyunjin...?"

His friend. What was his friend doing here?

Hyunjin's eyes crinkled as he smiled down at him. "Hello, Felix. It's so nice to finally have you join us."

Felix tried to speak again, but his mouth was filled with cotton, and all he could muster out was a faint whimper. Hyunjin instantly shushed him like one would a child, gently carding his fingers through the small tresses in Felix's hair – but the usually gentle display of affection now chilled Felix to the bone.

"So pretty, little Lixie..." he murmured, his knuckles trailing down over his jaw. "I knew you would be perfect for this. It truly couldn't be anyone else." His fingers trailed back up his cheeks, and his thumb gently stroke them. "Shh, don't cry, little one – you're about to receive the greatest blessing one could ever dream of. Aren't you a lucky one?"

Felix hadn't even realized he had started crying but at that point, there was truly no reason to hold himself back – the boy he had grown so close to in the past few months was one of the psychos who had kidnapped him, and he still couldn't understand what the hell was happening to him.

Hyunjin suddenly pulled away, and the chanting in the background intensified. There was electricity in the air, a suffocating intensity that made Felix's stomach churn – and then, without warning, Hyunjin pulled out a ceremonial dagger.

No.

No, this can't be real, this can't be happening, no, no, no, no, no—!

Hyunjin had started chanting under his breath, focusing on the dagger he was now holding with two hands, the tip of the blade directed at Felix's chest. With a gurgling sob, Felix tried to pull at his restraints, but his body simply wasn't his to control anymore.

"P- please...!" he managed to wheeze, his voice slurring. "Don't...!"

Without warning, Hyunjin brought down the blade, embedding it directly into his heart. Felix's chest seized, his entire body instinctively tensed up as a pain only slightly dulled by the drugs pumping through his veins spread all over his chest.

It felt like he was burning – scratch that, his heart might as well have been set on fire.

He was screaming, but his screams were weak, and completely drowned out by the chanting that had become downright deafening. He tried to breathe, only to choke on his own blood, which dripped down the corners of his mouth. His body seized again, trying to reject the blade protruding from his chest – but Hyunjin pushed down harder.

The pain was too much. A raging fire was spreading through every single nerve in his body, setting it aflame with agony, and Felix could only cry and wordlessly beg for everything to stop—

~You want the pain to stop?~

Felix didn't notice the voice at first, his mind clouded by pain. But then, the voice spoke up again, smooth and rumbling like thunder readying itself to strike.

~I can take all of your pain away, little one.~

That sounded too good to be true.

~You will never be in pain again. You will never be hurt again.~

He wanted it to stop, he wanted it to stop, he wanted it to stop—

~No one will ever harm you again. No one would dare lay a hand on what is mine.~

What did it matter to him, if anyone dared to touch that random voice's stuff?

~It's simple. Become mine, little one. Become mine, and you will be forever free of all worries and sorrows.~

"How?" Wanted to ask Felix, but his voice wasn't working.

And yet, the soothing voice simply chuckled in amusement, as if reading his mind.

~Simply say the words, little one. Say it, and you'll be free.~

He couldn't.

~Say it...!~

He wanted to, but he couldn't.

~Say it...!~

He tried to speak but his tongue didn't work and his mouth was filled with blood and he couldn't breathe and he was dying—

~SAY IT!~

"I'M YOURS!"

The voice that escaped him didn't even sound like his own, so foreign yet somehow still distinctly his. The moment the words left his mouth – or did they? Felix couldn't even tell if he had actually spoken up, or if it had all just been in his head – time came to a standstill.

The pain abruptly stopped, replaced by a gut-wrenching numbness. Felix felt like he was floating in complete darkness and silence – no candles, no chanting, no Hyunjin. And then, the numbness was replaced by warmth, spreading over the wound in his chest and stroking away the tears tainting his face.

"That's right, little one." The voice was directly in his ear, now, as if whoever was speaking was actually holding him. "You're mine."

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When Felix came to, he wasn't in any pain whatsoever. In fact, he felt... good. Comforted by the warmth of a body pressing against him, strong arms holding him and keeping him safe, soft words slowly piercing through Felix's fogged-up mind...

"That's it, little one. Come back to me, hm?"

It took Felix an absurdly long time, but he finally managed to open his eyes – the moment he did, he was met with ruby-red irises that seemed able to pierce through his soul and read every single thought in his head. A small gasp escaped him as he took in the sight of the beautiful man now lying beside him, still holding him tightly.

"Who- who are you...?" he rasped out.

His body felt weightless, still. He couldn't run away even if he wanted to but, right now, he felt safer in this stranger's arms than back in his previous captor's clutches—

"You can call me Chan."

That voice. Felix knew that voice.

"You're the one... who spoke to me..."

"Hmm, that's right. Clever one," murmured Chan, nuzzling his neck a bit. "And do you remember what we talked about?"

"I- I don't—"

"We made a deal, little one." The man's hold tightened slightly around him. "There's no going back from that, now."

Before Felix could reply, still confused, footsteps echoed behind him.

"Ah, you're finally awake! I knew you were the right one for the job, Lixie!"

Felix flinched, the man holding him shifting his body around as if he didn't weight anything, and the two of them were now facing Hyunjin, who was standing beside the bed with a beaming smile - which was definitely out of place considering what had happened.

"What- what did you- did you do to me...?"

"Hmm? Didn't you realize already?" chuckled Hyunjin, his tone teasing as if he hadn't just stabbed Felix in the heart – literally. "Silly boy. You gave up your soul to become Chan's anchor into the mortal realm. Don't you remember?"

Felix felt like he was going to be sick. He distinctly remembered his conversation with Chan, but his frazzled mind still couldn't wrap itself around everything that had occurred – and he had most definitely not agreed to give up his soul, whatever that meant.

"I- I didn't. I don't—"

"I'm yours," murmured Chan, parroting Felix's earlier words. "Isn't that what you said, little one? That was our deal – I take the pain away, and you become mine."

"You're not- you're not making any sense...!"

The moment Felix tried to get up, his arms buckled under his weight, and he slumped back onto the mattress. Panic fully settled in as fresh tears spilled out of his eyes, his breath quickening and his heart...

Why wasn't his heart beating anymore?

"Shh, calm down, little one." Chan pressed a kiss to his forehead and, almost instantly, all of Felix's muscles went lax, a wave of calmness washing over him. "There you go, just like that. Good boy. Why don't you rest some more for now, hm? I told you, you don't have to worry about anything anymore – because you're mine."

There was a strange echo as he spoke, his rumbling voice lulling Felix back to sleep and, unable to fight it any longer, Felix gave in to the darkness.