Pairing: SKZ & Felix

Genre: Mafia AU

!!TW!! : possessive behavior, obsessive behavior, degradation, choking, implied murder, minor character death, drug use, referenced kidnapping, referenced captivity, crossdressing, conditioning, psychological manipulation, violence, blood, sort-of forced headspace, not totally explicit sexual content but still kind of detailed (?), dubious consent, referenced past non-con

(requested by @kaeconstellations)

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Felix hummed under his breath as he reached the bar. Checking the location one last time, he then entered with a skip in his step – which almost made him faceplant considering the high heels he was wearing, but he had gotten used to walking in those.

The dark red, glittery dress Minho had bought for him really brought out his curves, and he had learned to use that to his advantage. As he sauntered past the patrons and earned numerous lustful looks, he made a beeline for the bar, giggling a bit when the stool he sat on spun a little under his added weight.

Barely a minute later, a man came to take the seat beside him. Recognizing him as his target, Felix didn't hesitate in throwing his legs right over the guy's lap, leaning against the bar with another giggle.

The man grinned. "Hey, pretty."

Felix wiggled his brows a bit, licking his lips as he made a show of looking over the goods, teasingly rubbing his heel over his crotch.

The guy had thick arms, but nothing that compared to Changbin's or Chan's or Jeongin's. He wasn't as handsome as Minho or Hyunjin, and he wasn't as hot as Jisung or Seungmin either. But then again, Felix was biased – no one would ever be able to compare to any of them.

"Oh? I see how it is," mused his target, downing his shot in one go. "Baby wants to play, huh?"

Felix giggled again, then jumped to his feet. He leaned in, abruptly pressing his lips against the man's, and pulled back a second before he could start answering in kind. With a teasing wink and a playful wave of the hand, Felix then sauntered away, wiggling his ass a bit while he was at it.

Hook, line, and sinker – the guy was following him moments later.

This was the kind of bar that didn't exactly enjoy hosting sexual depravity in their bathroom stalls, so they offered cheap rooms instead. Felix was all-too-familiar with the scene, and so didn't hesitate in climbing upstairs, lingering in place just long enough to ensure his target was following him, still.

Which he was, of course. Felix was irresistible, after all.

The moment he entered the room – mindful of leaving the door open – he flopped onto the mattress and spread his legs. He bit his lower lip when his target finally appeared, closing the door behind him and instantly crawling over his body until they were face-to-face again.

"Little whore made me chase, huh?" Felix's eyes instantly rolled back and the man harshly gripped his tiny waist. "Looks like you're in for a treat tonight, baby – you've found yourself a man who loves to play with little whores like you 'til they can't even remember their names."

It didn't take long for Felix to become a panting, moaning mess. His body had grown accustomed to the rough treatment and the rougher sex, taking it all in strides and always begging for more.

And yet, even as he was writhing underneath the grubby man, all he could think of was of his seven lovers.

All he could think about was Jeongin's large shaft ruining his hole over and over again; Seungmin's hands encasing his waist 'til there were finger-shaped bruises blooming over them; Jisung's teeth digging so delightfully into the flesh of his neck, decorating with beautiful shades of blues and purples; Hyunjin's long, slender fingers that always loved to tease and draw out the most beautiful sounds and cries from him; Changbin's strong arms circling his body and using him like a stupid toy only meant for him to get off to; Minho's dark, feline eyes tearing him at the seams while his pierced tongue unraveled him tear by tear; Chan's commanding voice, praising him and degrading him over and over again until Felix couldn't even think of anything beyond obeying the man's every single word.

The mere thought of his lovers sent his hazy mind into overdrive, making him moan louder and almost making him forget about the man currently pounding into him. He was already high in the clouds, wanting nothing more than to be a good boy and accomplish his mission and get his reward—

"Ack!"

A wheeze escaped him as strong hands suddenly clasped around his neck, effectively choking him. It wouldn't be the first time he was strangled in bed, but the pressure the man was putting was almost enough to crush his windpipes.

"So silent, whore," growled the man, obviously displeased by the lack of proper screams. "Beg me to stop, bitch. Beg!"

It's not like Felix could even utter a word, what with how hard the man was choking him. Even if he wanted to speak – which he didn't – he couldn't. All that came out where wheezes and gasps, along with strangled moans.

Felix was becoming lightheaded, the man's insults and orders not even reaching through the fog now filling his mind. Dark spots started dancing before his eyes as they rolled back in his head, his lungs burning for oxygen he couldn't have.

And yet, even on the verge of dying, all he could think of was his precious lovers.

They told him to take it until they came in. They told him to do whatever the man wanted until they stopped him. They told him to never speak up unless absolutely necessary, told him to be a good boy and be useful the only way he could be, and that's what he intended to do.

Felix was a good boy. He would never disobey or disappoint his most precious people, his heart wouldn't be able to take it.

Felix was a good boy. He had learned to do as told, to take his punishment and then thank them for it, because he knew deep down that he deserved it.

Felix was a good boy, and that's why he didn't fight back as his target slowly but surely choked the life out of him.

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"Kitten... Lixie, wake up..."

Felix's eyes fluttered open. The first thing he saw was Minho's face, hovering near his, and he could only smile at the sight of one of his owners being so close. Minho's hands were cradling his face, and Felix relished in the softness and warmth of the contact.

"There you are, baby," murmured Minho, pleased. "Come back down from the clouds, now – you did good."

Felix almost keened at the praise, but an intense pain flared in his neck and throat, making him wince. Minho gently shushed him, running a finger down his bruising neck.

"Shh, you'll be okay. That guy was a real brute, but you took it like a champ, didn't you? Such a good boy, doing as you were told – our good baby boy, hm?"

Felix simply nodded, leaning a little more into Minho's hands. He was still in the room, but he couldn't see the target anymore. What had happened? He had completely passed out, that much was obvious.

A moment later, Hyunjin entered the room. "Alright, the guys are taking care of the body. How's our Pixie?"

"Awake, now."

Minho pulled away, and a faint whimper escaped Felix. Almost instantly, though, Hyunjin took his place, gently stroking his hair and pressing little kisses all over his cheeks, which made him breathe out a giggle.

"Mmm, our sweet little pixie. You did such a good job, didn't you? Now come on, up you go – it's time to head home, now."

Felix simply nodded again, and Hyunjin picked him up with ease. He was always mindful to not eat too much, since many of his lovers enjoyed manhandling him (both in and out of the bedroom). As Hyunjin cradled him against his chest, Felix pressed his ear against him to listen to his heartbeat.

Minho cooed, pinching his cheek. "It's okay, pixie, you can rest, now. We'll wake you when we need you awake."

That was all the permission Felix needed, and he fell asleep a few seconds later.

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Training Felix into becoming the perfect pet he was today hadn't been easy – in fact, it had taken them almost three years before they finally managed to not only break him, but also build him back into exactly what they wanted him to be.

Into their perfect little pixie.

Their pet was even more adorable now, constantly dressed in cute outfits, short skirts, and pastel colors. He always snuggled up to one of them, an absolute cuddle bug – but he knew perfectly that cuddles had to be earned, so he always took what they gave him and never acted out of line.

His voice had slowly but surely been broken out of him. He could still use it, but only around them, and only under certain... restrictions. He had learned to communicate non-verbally, though, since they all hated his natural voice, still.

As for the sex... Well, at first, it had only been one of the many tools they had used in order to break him down but, eventually, they had all taken a liking to it – to him – and they simply couldn't get enough anymore.

With all that being said, though, they hadn't changed – they still hated sharing.

"Come on, let's go wash that filth out of your body," grunted Changbin, roughly taking Felix from Hyunjin's arm to carry him to the bathroom.

Felix basically becoming the honeypot of their little group had simply been a means to an end, at the time. Seeing how well it worked, however, they just... kept doing it. Felix was good bait and, that way, they also managed to enforce even more his dependance of them.

"Hyunjin came in just in time, huh?" mused Changbin as he lowered the boy into the bath, quickly climbing in with him. "That guy would have killed you. You're lucky Hyunjin was fast enough to save you."

Felix hummed under his breath, practically sinking into Changbin's arms and the warmth of the water surrounding them. Changbin started scrubbing at his skin, fully intending on cleaning any inch of skin their target had dared to touch – meaning everywhere.

Everywhere.

"A- ah...!"

Changbin's unexpected intrusion punched out a startled moan from the freckled boy, and small mewls and high-pitched noises started escaping him as Changbin because thrusting forward with small, but powerful moves.

"That's it, Pixie," he grunted, his arms circling the boy's waist so tightly he would surely have more bruises to add to his growing collection. "There won't be a trace of that jerk left once I'm through with you."

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"Alright, give me my baby!"

Changbin scoffed, but did as told, and gently lowered Felix into Jisung's lap. Instantly, the younger boy wrapped his arms around their pixie, nuzzling against his bruised neck and earning a soft whimper from the freckled boy.

"That jerk... laying his hands on you like that..." muttered Jisung.

"Don't speak ill of the dead," deadpanned Jeongin, messing with something on his phone.

"You say that as if you're not the one who killed him," snorted Seungmin.

"Technically, Hyunjin did it."

"Okay, but you're the one who got rid of the body."

"Still didn't do it. I'm an accomplice to murder, at best - not the murderer."

"Says the guy who makes poisons in his spare time," teased Minho.

"Hey, it's an interesting process, okay?" huffed Jeongin. "Stop bullying me~! Felix, baby, come here and comfort me!"

"Wha—no! I had him first!" whined Jisung.

But Felix knew his place – while Jisung would be displeased, Jeongin had given him a blatant order, and he knew better than to disregard it. Carefully untangling himself from Jisung's arms, he then crawled over to Jeongin and settled down on his lap instead.

"Good boy," murmured Jeongin, his eyes darkening a bit. "Did Binnie-hyung clean you up nicely, hm?"

Felix quickly nodded, already eagerly anticipating what was to come next. Jeongin smirked, leaning in to kiss his bruising neck while his hands started pulling at Felix's boxers. The freckled boy quickly shimmied out of them, and it didn't take much longer for him to be filled up again.

He shuddered a bit, sagging against Jeongin's chest as the older boy held him close, a pleased noise escaping him as Felix shifted just the slightest bit.

It was always like this, now.

Felix did as told, because Felix was a good boy. He accomplished his missions, and he got a reward for it. Even if they were scary sometimes, he knew he could count on his lovers and owners to keep him safe, because they loved him and he loved them and he trusted them with his life.

They would never hurt him like that man did today – not unless Felix deserved it, but Felix was a good boy now, so he was rarely punished anymore.

Memories of what his life used to be were vague, now. He could remember trying to leave, but he couldn't understand why he wanted to leave. They were his best friends, his family, his precious people. Why would he ever want to leave them?

He was glad they had stopped him, that day. Even if it had been a little difficult at first, and even if it had hurt a lot, he knew now that this decision had been for the best, and that he wouldn't give up what he had now for the world.

He was right where he belonged – Felix knew that now.

Chan watched from afar as his partners teased and joked without stress or worry, passing Felix around as they talked. They really sucked at sharing, except when it came to each other, and damn if Felix looked good when he was impaled by one of their boyfriends.

It had been a long, arduous road, but they had finally made it. They were just as they were meant to be, eight children now adults with the same future. Even if Felix had momentarily diverged from their shared path, he was now back, and completely theirs.

Adorable, small, with fluffy blond hair and sun-kissed skin. With dozens of freckles dotting his face, and the widest, brightest grin anyone had ever given them.

Their cute little pixie was back, and he wasn't leaving anytime soon.