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part seventy

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1765w, 2/3 lay 1/3 lu han

porn, the consent is kind of...dubious...

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Yixing is woken by a soft shake of his shoulder. He blinks, because he can't see, and he realises he must have fallen asleep, because it's night now and he doesn't remember it being dark. There is a shadow looming on top of him, and he sits up with a start and shoves -

"It's just me," Lu Han says, catching his wrists in his hands.

Yixing smiles sheepishly. "I knew that," he says. Lu Han lets go, and he rubs his eyes. His neck feels awkward, probably because he'd fallen asleep leaning against the wall. "What time is it?"

Lu Han shrugs. "I don't have a watch," he says. He curls up on the floor using his bag as a pillow. "I'm going to sleep."

Yixing nods, and then realises Lu Han can't see him. "Okay."

Lu Han's breathing slowly evens out, and when Yixing is sure he's asleep, he stands up and stretches. Lu Han looks incredibly vulnerable like this - he looks easy to kill.

Yixing swallows the thought. It's a bad thought to have. Instead, he grabs the whip and hesitates, his hand hovering over the handle of the knife that lies next to Lu Han. He bites his lip, and reaches for the frying pan instead.

He just needs it in case he needs to defend himself. He doesn't need to kill anyone. Not yet.

The desk is heavy, and Yixing only moves it enough so there's enough space to open the door and slip outside. His eyes have adjusted to the dark, and the hallway is empty. He can hear himself breathing.

Lu Han had picked a lounge on the first floor, because it was close to two doors, and there was a good view of the path leading up to them both from the windows. Now, Yixing clutches the whip in one hand and the frying pan in the other and heads outside. There is a night breeze, and it's just cool enough to make him wish for a sweater. He doesn't have a sweater. A sweater isn't important enough, and if the sponsors give him anything, it should be something like food. There are vending machines scattered around the campus, but they won't last forever.

Yixing leans against the building, his body hidden by a tree as he peers into the darkness. This is day one. The whip hangs loosely from his hand.

"You said you could use that," Lu Han had said, nodding to the whip. His eyes had been curious, and Yixing had shrugged.

"I grew up on a farm," he'd said. "We had horses."

Lu Han had stared at him, until Yixing had finally picked it up, and with a flick of his wrist, sent the whip curling through the air, the end catching the leg of a chair, sending it flying. Yixing had smiled wryly. "I don't even know what to do with a knife."

Lu Han had crossed his arms at that point, hunching into himself. "Stick them with the pointy end," he'd supplied, and chuckled.

They'd talked for a while after that, just little things like how Yixing's mom had died a few years ago and how Lu Han had lost both his parents. They steer widely clear of District 8's infamy, and Yixing feels better for it. He doesn't think Lu Han likes to talk about it. Lu Han doesn't seem to think it's a big deal. Yixing sort of gets it. He's sure they have habits and customs that other districts would think strange too.

There's a set of footsteps in the distance, and Yixing slowly backs up so he can get to the door if he needs to. He needs to warn Lu Han, but, maybe, they won't notice. He crouches down and holds his breath. He puts down the frying pan - he'd rather have his other hand free.

The figure walks closer, and he's tall. Not short, not District 1 or Baekhyun or Minseok. Not Yifan either, and this, Yixing is sure about.

The person suddenly stops, and Yixing swallows. He could kill them, here, maybe. That's one less person to worry about. He could choke them. With the whip. He could...

"I'm not going to hurt you."

Yixing frowns and stands. The person walks closer, and he realises with a jolt that it's Sehun. Could he have...

"I know you're there. I just...want to talk. I promise."

Sehun takes another few steps forward, holding up his hands to show they're empty.

"What..." Yixing's voice catches in his throat. This is probably a bad idea, but he's already spoken. "What about your pockets?"

Sehun turns to where Yixing is hidden in the shadows of the building, and slowly reaches into his pockets and turns them inside out.

"I might kill you," Yixing says. His voice is oddly steady. Sehun just shrugs.

"I'll probably die first anyway," he says. He sounds resigned, and Yixing doesn't blame him. He wonders if Sehun knows that Lu Han wants to kill him first. Yixing keeps it to himself.

"What do you want?" he asks.

Sehun walks closer, and Yixing tightens the grip on his whip. The boy licks his lips, and he's so close now that Yixing can see his eyes and the way his lashes flutter. "I want you," he says, and Yixing's heart drops.

"I..." He swallows. "What do you mean?"

Slowly, slowly, slowly, the boy walks forward until there is no space between them, and his face is against his.

Yixing has never been kissed. Sehun kisses him.

Sehun's lips press against his, soft and damp, and there's a tongue against his mouth. Yixing's lips are parted in surprise, and Sehun's hands are on his chest. Sehun pushes him against the wall of the building, and the bricks dig into his back as Sehun moans into Yixing's mouth, and Yixing has never been kissed like this, because he's never been kissed, but his friends (friends he'll never see again) have told him what it's like and he's not sure if this is what it's like because his heart is pounding in his chest and in his throat and there is a boy who he needs to kill kissing him.

Yixing, well, Yixing does the only thing that makes sense. He pushes him away.

"Stop," he says. His voice cracks. "Don't. I...I don't want to."

Sehun is still too close. "I want to," he says. His voice is low and Yixing's pants suddenly feel uncomfortably tight. They are not tight pants.

"Don't," he repeats. "Just...just go away. Please."

But Sehun does not go away. Sehun, the boy who Lu Han had said they should kill first, drops to his knees in front of Yixing and pulls Yixing's pants down. Yixing grunts in surprise, and steps back, but there is nowhere to step back because his back is against the building. "Please..." he says again, and his voice is wavering. He doesn't understand.

"Be quiet, or someone will find us," Sehun warns, and Yixing knows he's right. If someone finds them, they could kill them both. If Lu Han finds them, Sehun will die. He doesn't understand what Sehun is doing.

But Sehun seems to know what he's doing, because Sehun's mouth is against his cock, and Yixing moans, his head knocking back hard against the wall. Sehun's lips are hot against the head of his cock, and Yixing clutches instinctively at Sehun's hair. The whip is still in his hand, and this fact reassures him even as Sehun slides his mouth down the entire length of Yixing's dick.

"S-stop," Yixing says, but it's useless, because Sehun does something with his tongue and his mouth and Yixing is groaning and his hips buck upwards without warning. At least, some part of his mind supplies, he won't be dying a virgin.

Sehun pulls back, and the cool air hits his dick like a slap, and Yixing doesn't know whether he should take the opportunity to push Sehun back or--

He doesn't get a chance, because Sehun's tongue flicks at the slit, and Yixing thrusts forward. Stop, he thinks. I don't want to do this, he thinks. But he only moans, and there is too much heat pooled and coiled at the base of his stomach for him to contain, and he comes wordlessly, breathlessly, and his dick twitches, and he slumps boneless against the wall.

There are long minutes as he catches his breath and the world seems to swim, and Yixing knows that this is not the place for this, and there is a part of him that wants to sit down and curl up and pretend none of this is real. Maybe none of this is real. Maybe this is all a dream.

But this isn't a dream, and Sehun is standing there, and even in the darkness, Yixing can see his come on the boy's face. The boy's expression is bland, disinterested, like he didn't just have his lips around someone's cock who might want to kill him, or who he might want to kill. Instead, he wipes his arm over his face. Sehun looks at him, for a long, long moment. Yixing wants to say something, but there is nothing for him to say.

By the time he can force words out of his mouth, the boy has turned around and walks away. He could call out to him. He doesn't. He watches him walk away. He watches him disappear into the dark, watches as his shadow merges into the shadows, and only then does he fall to his knees, his fingers digging into the dirt.

Yixing loses track of how much time he spends like that, but even if he had known, it was a time that no one cared about. Quietly, alone, he pulls his pants back up and does up the fastener wordlessly, woodenly. Even before he stands, he knows that he won't tell Lu Han about this.

Instead, he reaches for the frying pan, and the whip he'd dropped at some point, and walks back inside.

-

A few hundred meters away, Sehun walks to where they'd agreed to meet. Zitao is waiting for him, the other tribute twirling a knife between his fingers. Zitao looks at him, and Sehun knows that if he wanted to, Zitao could kill him. His eyes are dark and piercing, even through the gloom of night.

Sehun swallows, and is glad that Zitao does not want to kill him. "I found them," he says. "I found eight and ten."

oh wow ;_;

"He wonders if Sehun knows that Lu Han wants to kill him first. Yixing keeps it to himself." i'm intrigued about this, is it from some other installment i haven't read?

anoooooooooooooooooooon

i can't believe someone actually write sexing smut unf

ty anon :*

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