heaven and hell are one and the same by dreadbears on ao3

There's a puddle underneath his bare feet. Soobin stares at the water splashes away from him every time his brother pours more above his head from the large bucket close to them. He's completely soaked, his sister scrubbing every part of his body with more harshness than needed, to make sure that he's thoroughly cleaned. Soobin feels the pain, at the same time that numbness runs through his veins and makes him feel like there's nothing happening right now. Whenever the loud stream of water stops pouring over him, Soobin can faintly hear his mother's cries from inside the house, the faint and painful not my baby boy, I'm gonna lose my baby boy, followed by loud sobs and hiccuping. His father is probably doing the best he can to comfort her, even though he's going through his own grief and suffering.

Everyone in his family is suffering because of him, but Soobin feels absolutely nothing.

His sister gets the responsibility of preparing him, bathing and drying his skin, dressing and tidying his hair, dolling him up for his impending doom. She silently cries throughout the process, Soobin sees the tears leaving wet trails on her cheeks as she brushes his wet hair. He wants to say something, wants to comfort her in any way he can, wants to say that everything will be alright eventually. But the problem is, things aren't gonna be alright anytime. Soobin isn't getting prepped for a special occasion, even if the priest says otherwise, he's getting prepped for his death sentence.

There's nothing Soobin can say or do in that moment aside from watching his family slowly break right in front of his eyes.

Numbness turns into anger, one that was dormant inside of him for who knows how long. Soobin is so angry, at him, at his church priest, at God for choosing him, at no one in question, at the monster that keeps incessantly demanding things from his village. It hasn't been a month since the last boy — Jisung, if he remembers the poor thing's name correctly — was left as a sacrifice for the creature that haunts the outskirts of their village. At first, it was supposed to be a once a year sacrifice to quench the creature's hunger, then it changed to five months, and now it demands another boy in less than a month.

Soobin clenches his fist until nails are biting hard into palms, painful crescent shapes stamped on the skin and close to drawing blood. The anger subsides only when his sister finishes her task, a punishment that his mother didn't have the guts to do it. If Soobin could, he'd have done this for himself but it's part of the ritual that he's forbidden from touching himself. Soobin stares at her for a moment too long, seeing a soft version of him in her features, the resemblance between them uncanny compared to his brother. He wants to smile and tell her that everything is gonna be fine, that she doesn't have to worry about him, that she needs to be strong for her and his nephews. But his tongue is weighing tons and he can't speak, can't lie to her in their final conversation.

He hates liars, and he's not about to turn into one only because he's gonna face his end.

The last thing he feels before the blindfold is put into his eyes is a kiss on his forehead, soft and soothing, silently bidding him a goodbye that burns like hot metal pressed against his skin. Soobin is marked by his sister's love and care one last time before he's taken away by the priest and the church followers.

The creature demands a new sacrifice, another pure boy from the village, another family losing a child to a creature that never feels sated. Soobin isn't special at all, he's exactly like all the other boys that went through the same misery, the same fate of becoming a meal to a greedy creature.

Soobin is twenty-one, and this is the worst day of his life.

Guided through the woods with a blindfold covering his eyes to prevent him from knowing a way back and running from the temple, Soobin wants to laugh at the irony. Has anyone ever run from the ceremony? He's not selfish, he knows that his family and friends' lives depend on his death by the creature's hands. Two of the church followers walk by his side, hands ready to grip his arms if he so thinks about running away. The priest walks ahead of them, the only one that knows the clear path to the abandoned temple, the one that God whispered who would be the next sacrifice, the one that's saving his herd by giving away the young sheeps.

It makes Soobin wonder why God would allow such a thing to happen, why would they tell the priest to kill their children every month instead of banishing this creature that's been causing so many ordeals to their followers. He doesn't doubt his faith for he knows God saved him a long time ago, but he does wonder if they're not a monster themselves for allowing this killing spree to happen for almost years already. The creature has been plaguing the village for as long as he can remember, and will probably do that until all the boys from the village are gone.

Will God ever save them? Or is God aiding this creature in their quest of wiping away a whole village? Is Soobin's questions the reason why he was chosen for this? Was he not faithful enough? Did he not starve enough? Did he not pray enough? Did he not keep himself away from the sins and temptations thrown his way? Soobin can't understand, none of this makes sense to him.

The sacrifice ritual is something all kids in the village learn about when they reach twelve, the age that they can be chosen as the month's meal. It's a way for parents to prepare their children for what is bound to happen in the future — some can live a long life and die of age, others are chosen the year after learning about. Soobin knows the motions, he acts upon it without the priest or the followers needing to tell him what to do. Step in the middle of the temple right by the altar, get completely undressed and have his clothes given back to the priest, stay kneeled on the ground while the priest makes the offer to the creature and one of the followers put a large and heavy deer skull over his head, wait until the creature come to claim him. Pray and hope that God will allow him inside heaven, this last part being optional.

It's all so easy, Soobin goes through all the motions with a body working on its own.

Soon, he's left completely alone. The deer skull is heavy and muffles most of the sounds, but he can hear the priest and his followers stepping out of the temple, leaving Soobin to his fate along with the silence from the woods around him. He keeps his knees glued to the cold marble, the blindfold and the skull preventing him from seeing anything that comes his way — it's another forbidden rule to take the skull and the blindfold off. With nothing else to do, Soobin waits, waits for death and prays to God for his family's protection and for a fast and painless death. That is all he can do for now.

"Finally." His ears perk up at the voice coming from somewhere far, probably from the temple's destroyed entrance. It makes his body shiver from head to toe, instinctively shrinking on the spot in hopes of covering his nudity from whoever decided to take advantage of his vulnerability. "You're finally here."

A gust of icy wind comes his way, along with the weird stench of something rotten and hands around his body; a cold hug that makes him shiver aggressively. Soobin frowns under the skull, not remembering his parents telling anything about the monster hugging their sacrifice — he knows it speaks like a human and probably looks like one by the human arms around him, but there's not much the villagers know about the creature that haunts them. Soobin wonders if this is someone that came to rescue him rather than the monster that will kill him, maybe someone is in these woods helping innocent boys and that's why the monster keeps demanding more boys.

With his other scents heightened because of the blindness, the hug feels strangely familiar to him. Soobin tries to search in his memories for what is causing this familiarity, if his body was ever hugged by these arms in the past. Nothing rings, his mind lost on too many memories of his life, a consequence of the reality that he's a sacrifice and will face a terrible destiny if the monster catches him.

"I waited so long for you, my Soobinnie."

This nickname. Soobin recognizes it the moment it rolls out of the person's lips, any doubts about the arms around him diminishes, clarity pushing aside any other thoughts from his mind. Only one person in the whole village used to call him by that nickname, a person that Soobin thought had left this world years ago when he was chosen as a sacrifice.

"Yeonjun?" Soobin asks cautiously. Is he perhaps hallucinating? Is this one of the monster's tricks? Soobin heard once that the monster, as human as it could look, didn't have a fixed shape. A shapeshifter, one that would take the form of someone you trust in order to deceive you. "Is that you?"

Soobin feels the arms detaching from his body, hands moving to the back of his head and taking the heavy deer skull out, thrown into the ground with a loud sound that startles Soobin. Right next, the knot of the makeshift blindfold the priest put over his eyes is untied, giving Soobin the freedom to open his eyes and see if all the tales and rumors about the monster are true. Still, he doesn't dare open his eyes immediately, fearing what he'll see in front of him once he does.

Did the monster give up on indulging him in the fantasy of taking the shape of Yeonjun? Is he going to die a fast and painless death that he was praying for earlier? Will he die by the hands of Yeonjun?

"Hello, Soobinnie," the monster says again, one bony hand pulling Soobin's chin up and silently coaxing him to open his eyes. Soobin endures it as much as he can, fighting the temptation to open his eyes, the orange-y glow from all the candles around not helping him. "It's been a long time, hasn't it?"

It's foolish how he falls for the monster's tricks, unable to fight the temptation and ignore the unusual tender touch on his face, eyes opening to the sight of Yeonjun looking down at him, with those soft eyes and bright smile that Soobin missed for so long. Yeonjun looks exactly the same as the last time Soobin saw him years ago, the same boy who used to stick by his side and play with him even when they were both too weak and hungry to do it, the same boy that dried his tears when he scraped a knee while climbing a tree and kissed it better. The same boy he fell in love with before he even knew what love was.

"You're alive?" Soobin breathes out, staring at Yeonjun's face with transfixed eyes.

"Alive isn't a word I would use," Yeonjun sneers, something he had never heard coming from the boy before. The Yeonjun he knew was all about mischievous giggles, soft laughter and breathy chuckles. "I still exist, if that's what you're implying."

"You're alive," he gasps this time, repeating the same words as reality sets in his mind.

He can't say if this is a trick or the real Yeonjun standing right in front of him, but Soobin falls for it because of longing. It looks like the same Yeonjun that was chosen as a sacrifice when Soobin turned eighteen, crying at Yeonjun's family hut door when the priest took the boy to the woods. Soobin still remembers the weak and reassuring smile Yeonjun gave him before turning back and leaving forever.

"We all thought you were dead," he whispers, blinking tears of relief out of his eyes.

"Honestly? I wish I was dead."

Yeonjun doesn't look at him anymore, he looks at something behind Soobin's lanky and naked figure. Whatever this thing is, even if it's using Yeonjun's figure to disguise itself, it sounds and acts nothing like the one he knows; but Soobin can't see past those ambiguities because his best friend is alive. The boy he loves the most is back to him in such a dreadful way, like an angel appearing with a blessing.

"I see the priest has finally brought you," he comments, licking his lips. "It took that fucker long enough to bring you to me."

Soobin blinks, eyebrows furrowing in sheer confusion. "To you...?"

"Oh, Soobinnie," Yeonjun coos, moving away from him, hovering around like a wolf surrounding its prey. Soobin pretty much feels like a cornered bunny, a helpless animal standing face to face with its predator. "I'm not here to save you. I'm here to claim my sacrifice."

It dawns on him that the monster isn't using Yeonjun's face and body as a disguise to lull Soobin into trusting him and dying at his hands. The monster is Yeonjun. Soobin can see it now, the strange claws at the end of what was supposed to be his fingers, how tall and skinny he looks compared to before, how pale his skin is and how orange his hair became when it used to be as dark as the night sky, how his eyes are so dark that he can almost see his reflection. Yeonjun is the one demanding more sacrifices, he's the one tormenting the village by killing more and more children, he's the one that will bring Soobin's end in the most excruciatingly painful way. Soobin can't help the fear that courses through him, how he cringes away from Yeonjun, how he doesn't dare looking at the monster's face again.

God has brought them together again, but not for them to be together.

"You're the monster," he whispers, coming out loud and clear in the silence of the destroyed temple. "But—"

"That's what the rest of the village calls me?" Yeonjun clicks his tongue bitterly, walking back in silent steps until he's standing face to face with Soobin. "I don't care about those hags, but it hurts me deeply to have you calling me this."

"Jjunie, tell me this isn't true." Soobin pleads, looking up and trying to see past the monstrosity that he's unable to unsee now. There's nothing here, nothing from the past that he can cling to because no matter how much Yeonjun looks the same as the last time Soobin saw him, he looks so different that it's impossible to not see it. "Tell me you're not the one..."

He can't bring himself to finish, trapped in the gaze he's sharing with Yeonjun. There's something in his eyes, a cruel and bloody and hungry thing behind those dark eyes that make him the monster that he is. It's no longer the brown sugar shade that Soobin loved to look at, the one that brought him comfort and reassurance whenever Soobin felt like giving up or that he didn't belong anywhere. Right now, Soobin is scared of him for the first time in his life, not an ounce of familiarity in those eyes.

"Killing all those people?" Yeonjun completes it when he notices that the human doesn't have the strength to say it. He doesn't sound disgusted or regretful of what he did, if anything he smiles smugly as he crouches down and makes Soobin keep the eye-contact. "I'm afraid I can't lie to you, Soobinnie. It's better if you know what I did once and for all."

Soobin swallows drily, trying to break the stare but failing to do so when Yeonjun stares deep into his eyes. "What happened to you, Yeonjun?"

"It's a long story, darling. And as much as I'd love to tell you all about it, it won't do any good for both of us," he says definitively, flashing a smile full of sharp and frightening teeth. "Some things are better to be left in the past where they belong."

"I cried for you," Soobin admits in a low tone. "I mourned for you. I did a shrine for you in my room and left biscuits and flowers every week."

"I couldn't go back once I became this, I hope you can forgive me for wasting your efforts in leaving things for my soul."

For a second that could be easily passed by, Soobin could see the regret in those dark eyes, could see the honesty in those words and the plea of forgiveness. But it's all fleeting, and soon these glimpses of humanity are shoved to the back and Yeonjun goes back to his cruel personality, toying with Soobin's fragile and vulnerable head. It's all blurred to him, Soobin can barely see where Yeonjun starts and where the monster ends — maybe because they're one in the same, and not separate beings that came to merge together. His best friend died that night when he was chosen as a sacrifice, rebirthing as whatever is standing in front of Soobin now.

"At least you're fine, that's all that matters," Soobin says, trying to keep the conversation going between them. His nose scrunches at the rotten stench coming from Yeonjun, lips and whole body trembles from moment to moment — if it's from the cold wind gusting from the destroyed walls or from fear alone, Soobin cannot say. "Some things are better to be left in the past indeed."

"Fine?" Yeonjun scorns. "You think this is better than being dead, Soobin?"

"I don't even know what this thing you keep talking about is," he says exasperatedly, eyes wide when he sees the anger bubbling inside Yeonjun's dark ones.

"You wouldn't know even if I told you, but I promised I wouldn't keep secrets from you when we finally crossed paths." Yeonjun stands up, surrounding him again. This time, his skeletal and sharp fingers follow the movement, brushing Soobin's skin, a touch that almost doesn't feel like one. Fear becomes harder to mask, a cold weight dropped on the end of his naked belly. "I'm a wendigo."

"A wendigo?" Soobin repeats, more like a question rather than a statement.

"I would love to tell you all the stories about what I am now, but there's no fun in that."

Yeonjun's hand stops in the back of Soobin's head, fingers stroking his damp hair, pulling at it hard enough to have the human's head jolting backwards. Soobin hisses loudly from the pain stinging his scalp, blinking his wide eyes at Yeonjun's indecipherable ones. It's anxiety in its purest form, to be in the position of waiting for a death that can come at any time. Soobin thought that praying would free him from the pain, but it seems that the monster is a sadist of some sort. Soobin stares at the smile that spreads all over Yeonjun's face in response to his suffering, and something tells him that having his hair pulled isn't the only thing that will bring him pain.

"Are you scared?" Yeonjun asks, teeth dangerously close to Soobin's face.

Would Yeonjun be able to rip his face with a single bite? Soobin shivers at the thought, choking out a gasped reply to the question. "Yes."

"You should be," he hums, face inching closer to Soobin's displayed neck, nosing the unblemished skin and teasingly nipping at it. Would he take a chunk out of his neck? Make Soobin bleed to death while he feasts on other parts of his body? Would Soobin be alive to feel the pain of it all? "I can smell your fear. It's so delicious."

"Are you going to kill me?" Soobin stutters, adam's apple bobbing as he tries to swallow the scream that wants to crawl up his throat. He knows that shouting for help won't do any good, maybe it'll make Yeonjun angry and he'll suffer more. Soobin is a sacrifice and no one roams this deep into the forest, he's meant to be dead once the sun rises.

"Not now," Yeonjun replies, words brushing against the cold and damp skin as he takes a deep breath from the supposedly fear-scent that Soobin is exuding right now. "But I will, eventually. You don't have to worry your pretty little head. You will fulfill your obligation at the end of the night."

Yeonjun releases his head from the iron grip, moving away. Soobin takes a deep, shuddering breath, unable to control the shivers visibly going through his whole body. Yeonjun's eyes don't leave his figure, not even for a second, attentively watching every inhale and exhale, every full-body shudder that goes through the human, every twitch and shift he makes. It's irksome and humiliating to be seen like, not only naked on the outside but on the inside too. After all, somewhere inside that deformed body, there's a part of Yeonjun there — the same Yeonjun that used to know everything about Soobin.

Perhaps God is punishing him by making him face the boy he loves becoming the reason for his death.

"Want to know something funny, Soobinnie?" Yeonjun asks, mockery dripping from his voice. Words fail him in that moment, all Soobin can do is nod to keep Yeonjun from killing him on the spot. Every second alive counts when you're staring directly into death's eyes. "It's not God that delivered the message to the priest, nor is he the one that chose you."

"What?" Soobin gapes.

"You heard it right," he laughs, roaming around Soobin's defeated and vulnerable naked body, fingers brushing on the skin and waking goosebumps on the man's body. "There's no divine intervention on this, silly. The priest only wants a cover-up to his little cleansing project."

"Cleansing?"

"Have you ever noticed any semblance between the chosen ones?" Yeonjun muses, lips jutted out in a pout that Soobin was so used to in the past. "Probably not. It's impossible to find one when the semblance isn't on the outside."

"I'm not understanding," he frowns, following Yeonjun's motions until he's slightly dizzy from spinning his head so much.

"Soobin, have you ever kissed a boy?"

He freezes on the stop, not able to speak or react in any way except gasping loudly in shock. This isn't the type of question he's used to hearing, never something he thought he'd have to face when those sinful desires started to bloom inside his sick mind and heart. It wasn't long since Soobin had dreams and thoughts about kissing a few boys from his village, about being touched in a more intimate way that he knew was supposed to be done with a girl after his wedding night. But the problem is that he never pictured himself touching and being touched by a girl on his wedding night. Soobin has needs that no girl can calm down, and he keeps the truth buried deep inside him.

Soobin only kissed one boy his whole life, and it was a one time thing that he promised himself he'd never do it again — even if his body and heart screamed at him to do it again, to indulge in the sin; if it was a sin, why did it feel so good? Choi Beomgyu, the young son of the village's butcher, the boy that made Soobin know what it was like to be kissed and touched in ways that he only heard tales of. Soobin indulged in it only for a minute, nothing more, nothing less. The sin wasn't fully committed, he knows that he could still be saved if he prayed and abdicated of those desires.

But before Choi Beomgyu, there was another boy that made Soobin dream about something as sinful as kissing another boy's mouth.

A boy that would be a man if he was alive. Now, a monster that tempts him with touches that makes his whole skin burn and his blood boil inside his veins, holding a question he doesn't want to answer like a knife ready to stab him in the heart.

"You don't have to answer, I already know what you'll say. And the priest does it too." Yeonjun snorts, venomously and cruelly in ways that have Soobin's skin itching. "That's the reason why you're here, after all. That's the reason why Huening Kai was here last month. And if it wasn't you tonight, it'd be Choi Beomgyu in your place."

"Yeonjun, I don't—"

"Don't act stupid, Soobin. You clearly understand what I'm saying, you just don't want to say it out loud. But don't worry, I'll do it for you." Yeonjun leans close to his ear, a whisper that makes Soobin shake like a tree under a windstorm. "A sodomite. You, Huening Kai, Choi Beomgyu and all the other boys and girls that came before you. You're all the same, you're all dirt in the priest's eyes, something defiling his pristine and perfect faithful village."

It's overwhelming to hear those words, to have the truth stamped into Soobin's skin and soul like hot iron. He never thought this was the reason all the others were chosen before him, never thought that his secret would be so out in the open to the point the whole village already knew. Does his parents know? Are they disappointed in him? Did his mother burn all his belongings and took him out of her heart too? Will his whole family pretend he never existed from tonight on? Is he going to burn in hell once Yeonjun finally kills him just because he had dreams and kissed a boy one time?

Maybe he deserves to burn in hell, maybe that's the place he belongs for going against God's sacred rules.

"Don't worry, I'm not here to judge you." Yeonjun strangely tries to sound reassuring, but it long causes Soobin to feel more despair than peace upon the lack of judgment. "I never judged any of them, and you won't be the one to make me change my mind. Not when I waited so long to have you here, Soobinnie."

"Why don't you just kill me?" Soobin blurts out, the weight of guilt is unbearable over his weak and slender shoulders, the chains of his sins bruising his wrists and ankles as it keeps him stuck in place. "Why don't you end this once and for all?"

"We haven't even got to the fun part, darling." Yeonjun pouts childishly. It's terrifying how human he can look, how easy he can deceive Soobin into thinking that the man in front of him is the same one that was a boy his age, his best friend through good and bad situations. Soobin doesn't know how long he'll be able to handle this mental torture. "I can't kill you before giving you a taste of all the things you dreamed of, the things that led you to this place."

Soobin wants to ask what he means with those words, but his own gets ripped apart by a noise that he never thought he'd be able to produce. Something high-pitched and loud, it echoes in his ears and in the altar, tainting a place that probably used to be sacred somewhere in the past. Yeonjun's hand moves up and down on his naked dick, slow movements that are almost painful, the touch scalding hot like Soobin is running a high fever. There's a new and strange feeling inside his belly, coiling and uncomfortable but deliciously appreciated by his body. He can't stop the noises from spilling out of his lips as Yeonjun keeps moving and touching the head, claws pushing hard against the slit until Soobin can't breath.

"Yeonjun— I don't—"

He tries but fails completely to push out whatever complaints he had as Yeonjun increases the movements, hand closed in a fist as he moves fast. Soobin feels like he'll pass out any time, the strange feeling spreading all over. Something inside him is about to explode and he has no idea if that means something good or bad — coming from Yeonjun, he has half the thought of imagining that this will lead to something bad. Nothing good could come from this situation.

"This is not even half of what you were missing all this time, Soobinnie," Yeonjun says in a lustful whisper close to his ear, biting hard enough to hurt and make the human shake abruptly, coming on the spot.

It's a weird feeling, one that Soobin can't compare to anything he knows. His mind tries to supply him with options like letting go of a heavy weight after holding it for so long, but doesn't feel the same way. Nothing feels like this, an unexplored feeling that Soobin didn't know his body could experience. Soobin keeps his eyes closed shut the whole time, thighs quivering and body jerking periodically as Yeonjun keeps moving his hand. Up and down, up and down, never stopping, milking Soobin dry until he's squeaking and trying to squirm away, legs clamped shut and hands futilely pushing his torturer away. Yeonjun keeps him in place, hand still jerking his limp cock to the point of being painful.

Soobin wants to scream, wants to move away, wants the feeling to go back to how nice it was before.

"It h-hurts," he stutters, breathy and wet from all the foreign sensations coursing over his body.

"It'll feel good again, be patient," Yeonjun says in faux reassurance, alternating between slow and lazy strokes that gives Soobin the chance to catch his breath, to fast and steady movements that makes the human cry and scream at the top of his lungs from how maddening all of this feels.

As pleasurable as it feels, it's still a torture and a punishment of some sorts — and Yeonjun makes sure to remind Soobin of that whenever his mind and body forgets it.

Yeonjun physically seems to enjoy this, groaning against Soobin's ear from time to time, one hand holding the human in place, leaving open-mouthed kisses on his nape and soft bites on his neck. Maybe this fun that Yeonjun talked about was only meant for him. He's the one basking in the excitement of bringing pain and pleasure to Soobin, devouring each sound the other makes and feasting at the reactions he can spur out of Soobin's slowly corrupted body.

Soobin can't keep his mouth shut nor his body still, squirming and crying, moving back until he's pressed against Yeonjun's chest and with nowhere else to go, whining so loud that he sounds exactly like a hurt animal in the woods, one that no one will come to help. Yeonjun laughs amusedly under his breath, pace not faltering for a second, not leaving any openings for Soobin to take a breath or get his mind in place. All he can do is keep his mouth open and deal with the overwhelmness devouring him from inside out.

He comes for the second time, not as pleasing as the other. It doesn't bring that same feeling of being able to rest, to be floating somewhere far from this punishment; this one feels more like being free from a dreadful situation. Soobin never thought that pain and pleasure are feelings that should be connected somehow, but his body seems to understand it better than his mind. His thighs are shaking and his body jolts like lightning striking on the sky, he keeps coming and coming, coating his stomach with pearlescent and whitish drops.

It's a sight he never had the chance to see before. The soft skin of his tummy is marred with the proof of his sin. A metaphor in some ways, how his immaculate body is now tainted with the droplets of his sinful choice of enjoying the way Yeonjun touched him. Being touched by another man — even if Yeonjun is far from being human — should be repulsive, the mere thought of it should bring him disgust, he should've asked to be killed on the spot instead of indulging in whatever happened.

Now, Soobin knows that his chances of reaching heaven are nonexistent.

In a sick turn, Soobin decides that he doesn't care about that anymore. If his body is no longer a sacred temple, then he shall invite the devil right in. Soobin opens his eyes and looks up to see Yeonjun watching him almost dazedly, staring at his softening dick and the way he shudders when he tries to touch it again. Allowing Yeonjun to do whatever he did to him again in such a short time doesn't sound like a good idea, he's not sure that he can go over that almost unbearable and suffocating sensation again.

Yeonjun seems to take mercy on him, maybe a fickle of humanity is still left in that undead body of him. He glances at Soobin and takes the hand away from his cock, bringing it close to his own lips and doing something that would be disgusting to Soobin if he wasn't so bewitched. Yeonjun laps and licks the remaining cum from between his fingers, smiling devilishly as he pokes his tongue out and allows Soobin to see the white in his tongue.

Something Soobin learns from that sight is that whatever sensation has been taking control of him since Yeonjun touched his naked cock is that it makes him act different from what he usually is, it makes him moan loudly upon seeing Yeonjun licking his fingers, almost as if savoring the taste of the sweetest fruit. A voice inside his head still screams that this is wrong, that he should beg for death while he still can, but Soobin doesn't listen to it. All he cares about is how many times Yeonjun can string that sensation out of him before his life reaches an end.

Soobin wants more. His body begs for more in its own, insecure and inexperienced way; twitching and trembling against the body behind him, chest heaving and reddish with a blush, eyes closing and mouth open in almost inhumane sounds. A reaction only at the sight of Yeonjun licking his fingers, only at knowing that a man desires him this much to indulge in sinful acts, only at the knowledge of sinning in a place that used to be sacred. Soobin knows that the gates of hell are slowly opening for him, but before reaching that place, he'll taste every drop of what Yeonjun has to offer him.

"Had fun?" Yeonjun asks smugly, taking his index finger out of his lips with a loud popping sound. Soobin doesn't have the strength to answer or move his body, resorting to breathing as much as he can and trying to call down the aftershocks of the two orgasms he had. Yeonjun lazily moves his other hand down his torso, drawing shapes with his sharp claws that could pierce Soobin in a second. "You could've had all of this if you came to me sooner. I would never judge you, Soobinnie."

Yeonjun would never judge him, he knows that. Still, those words make absolutely no sense to him. Yeonjun was supposedly dead for almost years by now. Everyone cried when he was chosen and went through the same ritual, Soobin spent almost a whole month in his room mourning for his best friend and not eating properly. The whole village went through a grief state upon losing a boy that was polite, kind and helpful. Who knew that the same polite and kind boy that everyone shed tears over, would become the monster haunting the outskirts of the village, killing boys and girls without caring for the destruction he leaves behind.

Soobin should be afraid, should be angry and disgusted like he was feeling early that day when his sister got him ready for this. Now, all he can feel is this strange addiction and desperate need to have Yeonjun touching him the same way again and again, until he surrenders and combust in the hands of the explosive sensation he feels whenever he orgasms.

"You know, when you're this close, I can almost feel the blood rushing in your veins, how delicious your skin must taste," Yeonjun purrs, nuzzling his neck and taking a deep breath from the sweaty skin, licking it until it's moist from a mixture of his saliva and Soobin's own sweat.

It's sickening, everything Yeonjun is doing to him should be nauseating. Soobin wants even more.

"Yeonjun," he calls in a weak voice, shivering whenever Yeonjun's sharp teeth brush against the sensitive skin of his neck. That strange feeling burning in the pit of his belly comes back to him, dick twitching in interest at every scrap of fangs against his skin. Soobin should be frightened for his life, but arousal numbs his senses. "I need..."

"Tell me." Yeonjun breathes out against his skin, closing his teeth around a patch of skin, soft enough to make Soobin jump on the place and keen. "Tell me everything you want, and I'll give it to you. Tell me, Soobin."

"I need m-more." Soobin manages to push out past his lips, words coming out choked as Yeonjun bites his collarbones hard enough to draw blood.

Soobin never thought that being this close to death would turn him on so much, the idea of having someone playing with his life like a toy making him feverish in arousal. He doesn't feel the blood gushing out from the bite in his collarbones, but he smells the metallic stench and faintly understands that Yeonjun is feasting on him. Yeonjun licks until Soobin starts to gasp, hard cock twitching in interest at dying at any moment. A moan rips from deep in his throat when Yeonjun's tongue moves, lapping against his neck messily. Soobin always had a sensitive neck, the attack against it bringing him more pleasure than fear for his life.

What a twisted creature he became, someone that would give up his whole being for a chance to feel pleasure one last time.

"Oh, Soobinnie. You taste so delicious." Yeonjun moans, licking every drop that comes out of the deep wound. Soobin is dizzy at that moment, black spots showing up in his vision and eyes droopy like he's suddenly so tired that he could fall asleep. "I'm still so hungry. I could eat all of you right now."

"Hungry?" Soobin says slurredly, stuck in a place between consciousness and unconsciousness. He closes his eyes, every nerve in his body tingling with arousal, the thought of reaching his peak again getting welcomed with open arms where once it was unwanted by him.

"You know what it feels like to be starved, don't you?" Yeonjun says, licking the wound one last time before moving up, toying with Soobin's ear and softly nipping against his lobe.

Starvation is something that all children from his village come to learn at some point in life. Soobin was born hungry, he lived hungry for a long time in his childhood during winter times. When food was not enough to feed five mouths, his mother had to choose which of her kids to give a little more to ensure their survival. Soobin's siblings were always favored in those moments, older enough to survive the end of the season compared to a frail and prone to sickness child like Soobin. But he survived too, against all odds and expectations, with a stomach never full and on the brink of becoming another kid buried in the woods when winter ended. Soobin never understood why he survived, but he can only imagine it was for a purpose.

And something tells him that the purpose is exactly what's around him. Soobin was supposed to die by Yeonjun's hands, his bony and long hands that became claws and are far from being human. To be a monster's feast, that's why he survived that harsh winter.

"I've been starving for so long that I don't even remember what it feels to be full," Yeonjun admits, almost sounding pained. "The others never gave me what it's needed to satiate hunger. It only gets worse and worse with each passing day. The burn, the pain, the madness. Human starvation was a million times better than this curse."

An admission of his sins as the monster he became. Yeonjun's using the closest to an angel he'll ever have in his arms to fruitlessly try to repent for the sins and mistakes he committed. He remembers every single kill he did from the moment he turned into the creature that he is, but is there a salvation for him when he only did that to calm the voice inside his head screaming for food? Soobin can sense that deep down under all those violent acts and venom words, Yeonjun is still the same boy from before. An angel sent by God to their village to protect them, a sinning saint, a monster looking for redemption.

Maybe, maybe not. Soobin doesn't have time to dwell on it as Yeonjun's bitter laugh breaks his thoughts.

"I don't regret killing the others, if that's what your hopeful mind is thinking," he says, as if reading the human's mind. "But all those deaths could've been prevented if you came to me sooner."

"I don't understand you," Soobin swallows, eyebrows furrowed. "What's so special about me that you keep blaming me for not coming sooner?"

"Because it's your blood and your flesh that I want," Yeonjun says, biting his earlobe hard, making Soobin jolt in his arms from surprise and pain. "It's you that will stop all the pain I'm feeling. Once I drink all your blood and eat your limbs and organs, I'll finally know what it feels like to be full."

"I had no idea," Soobin gasps as Yeonjun keeps toying with his lobe. Keeping his mind straight and holding the conversation is proving to be a strenuous task, Soobin doesn't know how long he'll be able to keep up without messing up. "I thought you were dead, I couldn't find a way to help you."

"Do you wish that I was dead all that much, Soobinnie?" Yeonjun deadpans, flashing a bloody and dangerous smile at him. "Sadly, I'm still here. And now you're here too. Eating from someone you have feelings for eases the hunger, that's what the old tales say. Not forever, but for long enough that the village won't have to worry about the ritual for a long time."

"Feelings?" Soobin spurts, squirming away from the creature's grip to no avail. Yeonjun keeps him in place, lying on the cold ground and staring at the temple's entrance. He turns his head to the side, desperately looking for Yeonjun's face after such a confession. "You have feelings for me, Yeonjun?"

"Oh, Soobin," he sighs, looking down at Soobin with dark and deep eyes that hold absolutely no emotion in them. "I would die for you."

And even though his eyes are devoid of anything that Soobin can grasp, he knows that Yeonjun means it. He means those words more than anything else he has ever said since the moment they met again. How miserable it is, to know that they could be together like this long ago if Yeonjun wasn't chosen as a sacrifice before him — if Soobin wasn't so afraid of his feelings and the desires hidden deep in his soul. Maybe if they had acted upon it, they would steal kisses outside huts, touch each other secretly in Soobin's family barn, pretend they're nothing more than good friends to other eyes. How miserable it is knowing that none of these things will ever happen because Yeonjun is a monster and Soobin is bound to die by his hands in order to sate his hunger.

A tragic love story. Except it was never a love story to begin with.

"At least, when I was still human," Yeonjun adds, going back to lap against the disgusting wound in his collarbones, sharp teeth ready to puncture another spot and draw more blood. "Now, all I can think is how much I want to eat you alive, to break you into pieces until there's nothing left of you."

Soobin will never have a love story with stolen kisses and secret giggles and a chance to live happily with Yeonjun like his parents do. With nowhere else to go or do, he settles with the touches, with the prospect of having that same pleasure Yeonjun gave him with his hand alone. Soobin craves to feel it again, body begging for it as his cock twitches from the thought alone.

"Do it," he says, voice and body shaking in anticipation. "Break me into a hundred pieces and patch me up so you can break me again. Drink all my blood and eat any piece of my body that you desire. Use me as much as you need, Yeonjun."

Yeonjun chuckles, the vibration against his skin makes Soobin bite his lower lip to prevent a whimper from coming out. "Two handjobs were enough to get you this riled up, Soobinnie?"

"I want more," he gapes, hips bucking into the air as he searches for a friction that isn't there. "I want that feeling again. Yeonjun, give me more. Please, please, plea—"

"You're going to regret asking for it, Soobin." Yeonjun interrupts him with a malicious chuckle, dark eyes narrowed at the pathetic pleas that came from the human.

With a sudden movement, Soobin gets splayed on the temple's ground, naked back in contact with the cold floor, something between a hiss and a moan coming out from his chapped lips. Yeonjun is above him in a blink of an eye, claiming his lips like they belong to him. Soobin doesn't remember kissing being this aggressive, something brutal and rough like a fist fight. Beomgyu hasn't kissed him like that in the few times they did, neither did the other boys that Soobin fell into the temptation of kissing their mouths.

But Yeonjun is different from any other boys Soobin had contact with. Yeonjun is a predator, he's not here to treat Soobin gently or mercifully. Yeonjun is here to catch his prey and have fun with his food, to claim and destroy what he believes is rightfully his. Soobin can only close his eyes and leave his mouth open, surrendering to whatever the creature wants to do with him.

Despite the roughness, it's exhilarating to have Yeonjun above him, kissing bruisingly and almost desperately. Soobin can taste his own blood on his tongue as it tries to move in sync with Yeonjun's. The taste isn't one he's willingly looking forward to tasting again, but the haziness in his mind prevents him from gagging and feeling repulsed by what they're doing. All he can feel is the faint pleading of more, more, more that never gets satisfied. Soobin needs more, he needs to feel Yeonjun's touch and the pleasure that took his mind out of his head and his soul out of his body.

Yeonjun seems to know exactly what to do without Soobin having to ask or plead again. Body hands with slender fingers roam around the human's naked body, sharp claws drawing red lines over the soft shapes of Soobin's body, marking him so no one can touch him like this. Not like it'll happen anytime, Soobin is a one-time toy and no one in this world will ever get the chance to play with it once Yeonjun is done with him. Soobin keens and whines against his lips as the hands seem to be touching everywhere, gripping and pressing spots that make his whole body shiver. Soobin wonders if sex is always too much like this, if it always leaves this lingering sensation that you're about to explode and crave more even when your body is completely spent. He wonders how he could have spent all these years without this, finally feeling the empty space inside him being filled with Yeonjun.

The creature pulls away in another sudden movement, a trail of saliva connecting their lips as his head moves lower through the limp body underneath him. Soobin is all soft edges and warm skin, pink all over like a ripe fruit ready to be devoured. Even with the years working with his father and brother in the barn, he never got sharp and defined like the other boys that did the same labor work. Yeonjun seems to like it, he kisses and bites on the spots with the most meat — his shoulders, his chest, his belly, his thighs. Yeonjun paints him with purples and greens and reds, so much red that Soobin wonders when his body is going to shut down from blood loss. Yeonjun doesn't mind, drinking all the noises and blood, the way Soobin's body bends in the shapes he wants, the way Soobin can only whine and gasp; like a prey under a predator.

It becomes more than he can handle when a sharp finger traces a place that he's pretty sure it isn't supposed to be touched. Soobin opens his eyes abruptly, body going taunt as he watches Yeonjun in the space between his open and quivering legs, lips cherry red from the blood gushing all over, claws equally red from Soobin's blood, dangerously circling his rim as if it could rip it apart. It's a horrific sight, one that could come from the scary tales his grandmother used to tell him. Still, that doesn't make his dick soften from it, Soobin gets harder as he feels Yeonjun push that same finger inside him.

Soobin gasps loudly, soon turning into a silent scream as Yeonjun pushes the whole finger inside. This isn't a place supposed to be touched like this, Soobin has no idea what pleasure exactly Yeonjun is trying to give him when the only thing he feels is pain. Yeonjun's finger is skinny and long, sharp where the bones turn into claws, uncomfortably stuck inside his hole and bringing a feeling that Soobin can't put a name on. Yeonjun is busy licking the blood pooling in the human's belly button to notice his distress and discomfort. Soobin moves his hips in the space between them, hoping that he'll feel that same pleasure from before but he's unable to reach it.

One uncomfortable finger turns into two, the stretch makes his lower parts burn and tears pool in his eyes, making their way down his sides as a third finger is pushed inside with harshness. Soobin isn't enjoying this, the stretch makes him want to scream at the top of his lungs and cry until someone comes and takes him out of this misery. Yeonjun's movements turn into fast and deep pushes, pressing dead on against something that really makes him scream out loud — from pleasure, a pleasure that Yeonjun's touch in his dick couldn't even compare to.

Yeonjun's laughter echoes in the temple, along with Soobin's moans and the sound of the creature's fingers pushing hard inside his hole. Pleasure courses through every fiber of his being, hips swiveling around to seek more of whatever Yeonjun did to him. His body is acting on its own, seeking more of that toe-curling feeling. His chest is heaving, breathing turning to be a difficult task, hands opening and closing as he tries to find solace on something, until his arms move up to cover his eyes. His mouth remains open in sounds that he can't hold back, eyes spilling hot tears from sheer pleasure.

"You like it, Soobinnie?" Yeonjun asks mischievously. His movements leave no room for Soobin to speak or even catch his breath, a choked sound comes out of his throat as he keeps hitting that same spot from before, each time the pressure becomes harder.

"I d-do," Soobin manages to pull out of his throat, mingling with a squeak.

"I knew you would like it," he says almost giddily, licking a long stripe from the human's thigh to his crotch. Soobin arches from the stimulation, hard cock slapping against his slippery abdomen.

"You d-did this to all of them t-too?" Soobin asks, finally able to take a deep inhale as the thrusts inside him change to a slower pace, the drag of Yeonjun's long fingers against his walls is deliciously torturing, Soobin knows that he won't last for long if this keeps up.

Perhaps that's Yeonjun's goal from the start, to torture him until he begs to be finally killed.

"What?" Yeonjun mutters against his skin.

"The others," he breathes out, shutting his eyes close at the sudden bolt of pleasure. "Did you t-touch them like this too?"

"No," Yeonjun replies, fingers stopping but still keeping him so full in ways he never felt before. "I was too hungry to spare them a faux sense of humanity, to treat them gently like I'm doing to you."

"Why didn't you do the same to me then?" Soobin asks with a slight tinge of desperation. "If my existence tastes as good as you say and you've been hungry for so long, shouldn't you have killed me on the spot?"

"Where's the fun in killing you on the spot?" Yenjun hovers close to Soobin's leaking cock, free hand closing around the base in a cold touch. "You're not like the others, anyways. I want to taste you in all the sinful ways I can before devouring you whole."

Yeonjun swallows his cock in one go, Soobin arches his back and shouts in the silence. It's embarrassing how he can't control his body, the combined stimulation of Yeonjun's fingers stuffing him full and deep and his mouth around his dick are all it takes for him to come on the spot. Soobin's body trembles from head to toe as his cock stays burrowed deep in Yeonjun's throat, the creature bobbing up and down as he swallows the cum coming out, pointy teeth slightly scraping the base. Yeonjun milks him through the highs of pleasure, fingers lazily moving inside and throat bobbing around, all those things prolonging the human's orgasms until he whines high in his throat from overstimulation.

As it seems, Yeonjun doesn't know what too much means now that he has officially lost all sense of humanity.

There's no time to gather his thoughts or force oxygen into his lungs, Yeonjun is way too soon moving smoothly once again. Soobin takes his arms away from his face and opens his eyes, body still going through the aftershocks and the tool of the third orgasm this soon, chest heaving and hair sticking to his forehead from all the sweat. He watches wearily as Yeonjun gets rid of his blood-stained fabrics he was wearing, throwing it somewhere on the temple's dirty ground. Only now does Soobin computes that Yeonjun has been dressed all this time, in old clothes that look too torn and dirty to be considered clothes.

Soobin anxiously stares at Yeonjun's naked body as the creature kneels in front of his legs. He closes his own instinctively, still sensitive from the orgasm he went through not long ago, but Yeonjun doesn't care if the human's body is tired and spent. Strong hands pries Soobin's legs open, holding it in an uncomfortable position as Yeonjun settles in the middle, hard cock rubbing against the human's crotch. A high-pitched protest comes from Soobin, whose body is boneless and wouldn't be able to handle another round without completely passing out.

Yeonjun still doesn't seem to care, taking his own cock into his hand and brushing it in swift motions against the sweaty and blood-dried skin, claws tearing at the soft skin of Soobin's thighs from how hard he's grabbing at it. Soobin cries from the mix of overstimulation, pain and the faint trace of pleasure and the fear as he takes a better look at Yeonjun's cock. It looks just like his fingers, but longer and way more scary. Soobin wonders where all of that will reach once it gets inside of him, and the answers his mind supplies only makes him nervous.

"My time to have some fun, Soobinnie," he says, coating his hard cock in the red of Soobin's blood, wetting it with the fluid that is pouring out of the human's thighs. Soobin can't look at it for too long, mind swirling over the fact that Yeonjun will probably break him and reach places that aren't meant to be with his long cock.

Maybe he should've thought better before asking to be broken, he never imagined that Yeonjun would take it literally.

"No, stop!" Soobin cries, shaking his head as he feels the enlarged tip of Yeonjun's cock circling his rim. "I c-can't, not this soon... I don't—"

"You don't? You can't?" Yeonjun snorts cruelly. "You were the one that told me to break and use you as much as I needed, Soobinnie. Are you taking back your words?"

"I..." Soobin gulps. His mind slowly in shambles as Yeonjun keeps doing the same circling motion around his rim, never fully thrusting inside like he did with his fingers. He needs a break, he can't go again this soon — especially when something tells him that this time will be more than he can handle —, but his body is begging for Yeonjun to keep going, to have his fun too. Clashing opinions that leave Soobin afloat. "I need t-time. Too soon."

"Oh, Soobinnie, you don't have to worry," Yeonjun soothes him, gently stroking his abdomen in a touch that awakens shivers all over his body. It doesn't feel soothing at all, it makes him more anxious. "You'll have all the time in the world once I'm done with you."

Yeonjun slides inside in one smooth and breathtaking motion, balls deep all at once, filling Soobin's hole in a way that he never felt before. If the fingers were uncomfortable, it couldn't even compare to Yeonjun's whole dick shoved deep inside, knocking the air out of his lungs, backside burning from the pain. Should this feel like Soobin is getting his insides stabbed? Should it reach this deep without causing any damage? Should he feel like he's going to explode and bleed and scream and—

His tired but alarmed mind reminds him that things with Yeonjun are always painful at first, pleasurably at second. It gives him a fleeting sense of comfort, that even if Yeonjun's cock feels like it's piercing all his organs and breaking him from inside out, he'll get that toe-curling and delicious burn of an orgasm later. And Soobin is a greedy and gone sinner, addicted to the feeling of reaching the highest peaks that only Yeonjun can help him achieve after the pain. A reward of some sorts, one that Soobin would do anything to catch.

He belatedly imagines that maybe if he did this sort of thing with Yeonjun before he became a monster, it would be different. Things would be tender, softer, gentle and caring; it would be like connecting to someone exactly like the tales spoke of, finding someone that is meant for you. Maybe things aren't like that right now because this isn't the Kai he used to know.

This is a Yeonjun that has the face of the one he once knew, but it's far from having the same personality. This Yeonjun is cruel and sadist, made for violent touches and bruising kisses, blood pooling everywhere and the sharp pain of being pierced by teeth and claws. This Yeonjun is a monster like the one in old tales Soobin feared of — a monster that Soobin welcomed to taint his not-so-innocent body, a monster that he'd do anything to please even if that means enduring more than he can handle.

The pace Yeonjun chooses is way harsher than the one used when fingers were shoved inside of Soobin. Deep and fast, rough in ways that makes Soobin's body move up everytime Yeonjun pulls back and thrusts forward. Again and again, a never ending motion of reaching somewhere that makes Soobin feel like he's truly being broken in a million pieces just as Yeonjun had promised he'd do. All Soobin can do is cry out loud, the sound echoing in his ears along with their skins slapping and Yeonjun's moans. Sinful sounds, nasty in ways that scream at Soobin that this is going farther than what he used to do with the boys in the village. This is nothing compared to hidden kisses and that one time Beomgyu touched his waist under his clothes.

This is a sin, one beyond repair and salvation, one that gives him a straight pass to hell.

"You look so beautiful like this," Yeonjun says breathily, bending forward until his face is close to Soobin's. "It makes me want to devour you, to tear your whole face and eat your flesh until there's nothing left. You make me so hungry, Soobinnie."

Soobin screws his eyes shut with all the strength left in his weak body, tears rolling down as his hands find purchase on Yeonjun's body shoulders, clawing at the pale and seemingly fragile skin until his nails leave indentions. It dawns on him how far Yeonjun is from humanity, how he's more of a creature from nightmares and tales than the boy he used to be. He's made of bones and thin skin, long in ways that no human should be, and Soobin fears for his life. Especially when a tongue starts licking the tears off the corner of his eyes, tasting him in all the sinful ways he desired. It's only a matter of time until Yeonjun shreds his face with his teeth or makes him bleed from the inside with the way his long cock keeps reaching places that it shouldn't.

"Yeonjun!" Soobin pants, squirming away when that spot that gave him so much pleasure before is aggressively stimulated. "I can't! Stop, please, please. I don't want this anymore, I—"

Yeonjun only snorts amusedly, too focused on drilling his cock inside and seeking his own pleasure, basking in the high whines that come from the human under him. All his pleas and begging to stop fall on deaf ears, leaving Soobin with no choice besides catching his breath and holding back whatever moan decides to come out. He doesn't want Yeonjun to think that Soobin is enjoying this when he's not fully enjoying — but in the end, wasn't he the one that allowed Yeonjun to touch him? Why is he trying to back down now? Why is he the only one that can receive things? Shouldn't he allow Yeonjun to seek pleasure too even when it's painful and he doesn't want anymore?

Soobin is losing sense of his bearings, everything becoming a blur on the corner of his vision, head dizzy from blood-loss and a pleasure that he doesn't want to feel anymore. He drifts in and out in the same way that Yeonjun's cock does with his hole. In and out, in and out, in and out, never stopping and only proving to be more than Soobin could handle. He's almost reaching the point of begging Yeonjun to push his claws in his chest until he reaches his heart and pulls it out, killing him once and for all.

"Isn't this as good as you imagined, Soobinnie? Isn't it what you wanted all this time?" Yeonjun taunts, bending Soobin's legs until they're almost touching his chest in a new position that makes him reach even deeper if it's possible.

"No... I—" Soobin trails off with a moan, eyes rolling from pure pleasure as small puffs of air come out of his open mouth. He didn't wanted to moan or feel as good as he looks, he doesn't want Yeonjun to keep going but the position makes it feel like Yeonjun's cock is reaching his throat and Soobin is far too gone to hold back, lips perpetually open and allowing all the sounds to come out and grace Yeonjun's ears.

"Tell me how much you like it, Soobinnie," Yeonjun orders, voice steady and sharp like his claws and teeth. Soobin almost wishes it could pierce and kill him too, more literally than metaphorically.

"I— I like it. Yeonjun, I— Oh god!" Soobin moans wantonly, body almost crushed under Yeonjun's weight, but still arching somehow in the hopes of getting some friction over his neglected cock.

It's a weird situation to be in a spot where he doesn't want any of this anymore but with a body that is welcoming every touch and reacting to whatever Yeonjun does. It's disgusting, it's amazing, it's the same as wishing to be dead. Soobin is close to combusting and exploding, especially when Yeonjun keeps pushing his long and hard cock deep inside. Soobin's mind screams for it all to end, but his body wants this feeling to last for as long as it can; and Yeonjun isn't paying attention to unspoken words, he's listening to the reactions Soobin's body is giving him. Positive, always positive even though his mind is screaming no.

"Say it," Yeonjun orders again. His hips pistol forward at a brutal pace, not giving Soobin the ability to think of anything except his name and that overwhelming inner battle of accepting defeat and being used or still fighting to let the monster know that he doesn't want this. Yeonjun isn't taking his silence as a proper answer, hovering close to his ear and whispering hotly, "I want to hear you say how good my cock makes you feel, how much of a whore you are to give yourself to a monster ."

"'m going to explode," he says through gritted teeth, tethering closer and closer to another orgasm, that same weird feeling at the pit of his belly coming back. This time stronger, borderline painful like Yeonjun's brutal thrusts. "Make it stop! Make it stop, please!"

Soobin is going to die this time, he's feeling it deep in his bones. And the only thing Yeonjun does is taunt his panic instead of easing him, letting out a loud laughter and thrusting harder.

"You're not going to explode, idiot."

It's all he says before biting Soobin's earlobe, hard enough to rip it apart. Soobin screams at the top of his lung, the sound of Yeonjun munching close to his ear makes his chest heave in panic, thrashing around in hopes of getting free from the body pressed above him. Soobin has no idea which parts of his body are bleeding by now, which parts have deep cuts and which have scratches. He's probably bleeding all over, probably chopped to pieces and ready for Yeonjun to feast on. He can feel the wetness of his blood seeping under his body, coating the ground above him, tainting the temple's ground.

"You had your fun and you're trying to take away mine?" Yeonjun whispers threateningly. Soobin can hear the sound of his throat swallowing around his earlobe, and it's nauseating. He feels like vomiting, but there's nothing in his belly to come out and he fears that doing so would only goad Yeonjun to keep prolonging his torture. "You're so greedy, Soobinnie. This is what you deserve."

"Please... make it stop..." he sobs once again, shaking his head at all the unbearable sensations. It's too much, the words, the motions, everything.

"Stop crying like a baby. You look so fucking pathetic," Yeonjun grits out, annoyed. "You were the one that asked me to use you and break you. I'm just doing what you asked me to."

And Soobin feels it. The moment the string that was foolishly keeping his body together snaps, like his older brother used to do to their chickens' necks whenever his mother asked him to. He can faintly hear the sound of it, a small crack that is undeniably an indicator of something bad happening.

His cock doesn't spurt white this time like it did those two times before, Soobin only sees pearlescent strings coming out of it — probably as spent as his whole body and mind, probably trying to convey to Yeonjun how he didn't want this anymore. Everything aches and burns from the strength of Yeonjun's thrusts to the unusual way his body is still folded. Even when his dick twitches one last time and softens against his lower belly, Yeonjun still doesn't stop jackhammering inside. Soobin cries and thrashes aggressively, face scrunched and vision blurry from blood loss and tears.

There's no way for his body to hide behind the mask of pleasure because there's no pleasure anymore, there's only pain and the weight of how Soobin was violated by the monster with his best friend's face. This makes Soobin want to die once and for all, having enough of toying with life and death and wanting to meet his fate. His body feels strangely light, blood oozing from all the bites and scratches and rips on his fragile skin, hole clenching weakly around Yeonjun's length as blood seeps from it too.

As if his prayers had been answered, everything finally comes to an end.

Soobin feels more than hears or sees as Yeonjun reaches his own climax, monstrous body engulfed in the pleasure of Soobin's hole clenching around him. Cum coats his bleeding and poked walls, Yeonjun empties himself deep inside and thrusts languidly as he rides his orgasm. Soobin's consciousness is floating somewhere far from his body, he barely feels when the creature's teeth pierces his neck, biting so deep that he brings a piece of flesh together. He's bleeding to death under Yeonjun, but the creature doesn't care as he moans from the delicious taste of blood, fresh and tender skin and the mindblowing orgasm still coursing through his system.

Yeonjun's tongue laps at the skinless patch in his neck, blood marring the pale skin of the man. Soobin closes his eyes and grows in his own blood as Yeonjun starts to lick what he can reach, insatiable as he searches for a new place to bite and rip flesh with its teeth. He barely feels anything, almost as if watching the horrific scene from another point of view, somewhere far from it. Yeonjun munches on his shoulder, taking pieces of flesh with his sharp teeth and licking the exposed bones, breaking them whenever they get in the way. A real feast, he bites and chews and swallows until he has half of Soobin's arm residing inside his stomach and moans from how full he already feels.

Just like in the sacred words of the ritual, Soobin is nothing but a human sacrifice and Yeonjun is nothing but a monster taking what belongs to him.

With his eyes closed, Soobin can see a light so bright that he almost believes God has taken pity on him and it's opening the gates of heaven, standing with its arms open and awaiting its son. But he couldn't be more wrong as the light is taken away from him and Soobin is abruptly shaken back to reality, one last scream coming out of his open throat as he chokes on his own blood, faintly hearing the nauseating sounds of Yeonjun eating his arm. He watches the creature stare back at him with blood all over his chin and lips, giving him an equally bloody smile as if in gratitude for Soobin's sacrifice.

In that moment, he realizes that this is his hell. That sinners like him will never belong in heaven, and Yeonjun made sure that Soobin would be stuck in this personal hell for eternity.