「been to hell; I can show you the devil
down you fell; can't hold yourself together
soul to sell; down here you live forever
welcome to a world
- where dreams become nightmares」

♫hollywood undead; been to hell

✩ y e o s a n g ✩
mature

With the taste of champagne and cum still stinging his tongue, persistently staying behind after every other feeling and sense inside of him had left him feeling numb - Yeosang sunk into the leather seat in the back of the black car that, as per usual, was sent out to take him home.

The streetlights flickered through the car windows, while he did his best to fix his ruined makeup in the glimpses of light. His dead eyes stared back at him in the reflection from the small compact mirror in his hand - not that he actually noticed exactly how wrecked he looked by now.

A long sigh left his lips, as he put the mirror away and tugged the blonde curls behind his ears.

Another night out escorting some old pig to dinner, had turned into doing whatever disgusting things that would get the man off - only for Yeosang to crawl back into the depths of Hell that Seonghwa held him captured in. There was no way out, not even taking his own life, because that would result in horrible consequences for the only person Yeosang actually still cared about.

But the place he belonged to now, in which he had sold his very being to the Devil to protect that one special person, was burning him up alive - and there was no room for feelings. Yeosang had to hide them deep down in the furthest corner of his heart, never to be shown again.

That didn't mean however, that he didn't cry himself to sleep at night, holding onto the memory of the one he was too blind to see, when he had the chance...

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Crumbled up money bills fell from his cold hand and onto the table - one by one - without a single word leaving his lips. From the opposite side, a pair of dark eyes looked at him, hands folded right under the chin.

"Are you high?" Seonghwa's face pulled into a deep frown, dangerous clouds covering his irises as he glared at Yeosang in disapproval. "Did you let him fuck you?"

The point of lying was non-existing, and the care to even attempt to, just the same. With a simple shrug Yeosang replied, as carelessly as he could; "Yes."

"The deal was dinner only!"

A low growl was peeking out between his words; Seonghwa did not approve of Yeosang getting high before going out, as the older was well aware of how it affected him. It was ironic though, since it was Seonghwa himself who not only provided Yeosang with the drugs, but pimping him out for these "dinner only" appointments.

Seonghwa was insanely possessive, but the green eyed monster living inside of him was in a war with his greed for money and power.

"Maybe you shouldn't give me those last minute bookings then," Yeosang scoffed, and smacking his lips he placed his hands onto the table before slowly leaning across it. "And dinner comes with dessert. He got his, and I got mine, when he finished all over my face, almost drowning me in his thick cum."

Fire was shooting from the older's eyes, just the way Yeosang wanted it to - if anything would piss Seonghwa off, it was Yeosang talking about what other men did to him.

Yeosang did not find joy in many things, not anymore, but infuriating Seonghwa did ignite a small spark of excitement inside of him. Stuck in Hell or not, he was still determined to get his way as much as he could, one being the chance to let other people touch his body - and not because he actually enjoyed it, but because he loved how much it bothered the older.

But Seonghwa would often let it pass, if it meant that Yeosang would be obedient when they were alone. And there was another aspect to it as well; the extremely good money that Yeosang would make for him this way.

"Don't talk like that!" Seonghwa growled, slowly rising from his chair. He moved around the table, eyes staring deeply into Yeosang's the entire time.

Fingertips stroked up Yeosang's neck, until the fingers were tangled into his hair in a firm grip from behind. Seonghwa pushed him forward, standing behind him with their bodies pressed against each other, when he breathed heavily into Yeosang's ear.

"Why do you always have to anger me like this, Yeosang?" the older hummed. "You know I love you... So, why do you keep breaking my heart this way?"

Love? What a bullshit thing to say - those words were pushing up his throat, but Yeosang forced himself to keep them silent. Seonghwa didn't know what love was, not even in the slightest.

"What will it take for you to just behave?" he then asked, just like any other night, releasing the blonde locks from his grip, and turning Yeosang around to face him.

His lips were attacked before Yeosang got a chance to answer, tongue swirling around his own and swallowing all the curse words he wanted to throw at the older. Despite Seonghwa's high status and immense power, Yeosang still had him wrapped around his little finger in some ways - as long as he behaved, and let Seonghwa fuck him whenever he wanted to, the older would give him pretty much anything he wanted. And it was an advantage that Yeosang wanted to use for as long as he possibly could.

He knew all the right things to say, all the right things to do - it was almost too easy, if only his soul wasn't burning up every time he had to do it. But he never fought back, he never let Seonghwa see him cry - the only struggle he had was against himself, and getting those sugarcoated words pushed over his lip.

"You know what I want, daddy," he whispered, licking Seonghwa's bottom lip. "I want you to fuck me. I want you to cum inside of me - and I want 20g by tomorrow night."

"That is way more than usual," Seonghwa's brows lowered just slightly, at Yeosang's last command, but his eyes rolled back at the same move as his lids closing down - when Yeosang's hand slipped into his pants.

"So?"

With a small tilt of his head, Yeosang let the older taste the skin of his neck. Hands explored his body through his shirt, drawing rough circles through the thin fabric - Seonghwa sure loved to mark what he meant belonged to him, and Yeosang had already been marked in more permanent ways than what was happening in that moment.

"I've been treating you so well, Yeosang," Seonghwa breathed into his ear. "Way better than anyone before you, don't take advantage of my fondness of you."

The threat meant nothing to him, but Yeosang still nodded as a response.

Yeosang had always told himself that he had made the best out of the life that was given to him. He used his good looks to get through, he had done so for years - and as his soul slowly began to vanish, he stopped caring what happened to his body, as long as he was paid well enough.

He was nineteen when he met Seonghwa for the first time - and although Seonghwa was about ten years older, he was still a lot younger than most of the other sugardaddies Yeosang would make contact with.

Seonghwa was beyond handsome, charming and extremely wealthy - and on top of that, he instantly seemed quite smitten. But what Yeosang had thought would be easy to play around, and use to his own advantage, had soon turned out to be a dangerous trap that he had no chance of escaping out of.

'Make the best of it,' he always told himself, even to this day - years after he got into the older's black car for the very first time. 'And if you die young, at least you will die pretty.'

He led the older back to sit down on the large leather chair, before slowly undressing himself - with Seonghwa's eyes following every little move. Yeosang then got down onto his knees and dragged the older's dark pants down to the floor. His tongue danced around the tip of the exposed cock in front of him, causing Seonghwa to hum satisfied, and pet him gently on the head.

Yeosang looked up, when he opened his mouth to take the head into his mouth, with big puppy eyes - he knew how much Seonghwa loved seeing him looking like that. He was still riding the high of the lines he did earlier, feeling how his body was tickling and left him without any inhibitions.

"You like this, daddy?" he teasingly asked, when he had gotten the cock nice and wet - stroking it with his hand as he got up from his knees.

"You know I love everything you do with that pretty mouth," Seonghwa replied between heavy breathing. "But I love it even more, when I make you cum all over yourself."

"And no one can make me cum like you." A kiss sealed his words, when Yeosang sat down over Seonghwa's lap.

Not a single word that left his lips behind the walls of the older's dark office meant a thing, but he could make them sound so real that he almost believed in them himself.

Yeosang's mind kept drifting off, leaving what happened in flashing moments with several brief black outs in between. A stinging pain pulled him back to reality, shooting up his spine and causing his body to tremble. Warm breaths and kisses rested on the side of his neck, and his own arms were swung around Seonghwa's neck when he began to slowly ride the older.

"No one?" Seonghwa asked, sucking on Yeosang's earlobe and referring to the compliment Yeosang almost had forgotten he had said only minutes before.

"No one," he repeated with a whisper, catching onto Seonghwa's lips with his own, he would much rather kiss him than hearing him speak another word. "My love."

Red marks on pale skin, drawn across him like fallen rose petals. Sharp nails grazing down the older's back, letting deep moans float around the room.

Body, warm and willing, just letting everything happen to it, taking the pain and the pleasure - all of it. But inside of Yeosang's mind was a raging fire, one he hoped he one day would be able to spread around him - burn this entire place to the ground, even if it meant he would die in the flames as well...

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The corridors seemed endless when Yeosang dragged his exhausted body towards his room, his vision blurring out under the low dimmed lights at the dark painted walls.

This place truly was Hell.

And another evil spirit was coming his way.

Blonde locks in loose curls, just like his own had turned into after Seonghwa claiming him for good, sharp facial features and dark blue eyes that would change between an innocent glance and a hateful glare - the latter being what always met Yeosang though.

But today a provocative smirk was added on top of it. Yeosang however, chose to look away just as they were about to pass each other by - it did not stop the other male from walking so close their shoulders bumped together. Very intentionally.

"Watch it, Joshua," Yeosang growled.

His intentions of ignoring the older failed within seconds - it didn't take much to anger him anyway.

"You know what will happen, if you put your filthy hands on me again!" he added, with the memory of the cracked lip the older blonde once gave him out of spite - and the shitshow that happened afterwards. "Or, maybe that's what you want? Then Seonghwa will finally pay attention to you again, for a little while at least."

The blue eyes were burning, but Yeosang didn't budge. Joshua was angelic-looking, but inside of him was a terrifying darkness, one that did not appreciate Yeosang taking his spot as being Seonghwa's favorite - even though it happened against Yeosang's own free will.

"Heard a new guy is coming..." Joshua sneered at him. "Cute face and blonde hair. So I'd watch out if I were you. Maybe your time is finally up, pet."

Joshua sent one last deadly stare, before stomping away - his footsteps echoing down the long corridor, as he disappeared around the corner.

And under his breath, Yeosang mumbled to himself; "Hopefully it is..."

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A/N:

DID YOU READ THE WARNINGS ON THE FIRST PAGE? IF NOT GO BACK AND DO IT NOWWWWW (I know some ppl tend to skip that, but pls don't because I tried warning you about this story, so if you chose to ignore that - don't blame me later ;x)

Anyway! Joshua is my SVT bias btw, so no hate. And from some angles I personally think his face has some similarities to Yeosang's (mixed with Leeteuk fra SUJU, who is my long time fav.<3), which is why I chose him for this ;')))

Well, first chapter is over, I hope you liked it - and that you are excited to read more! :'D