exomeme | part seventy two

cries now i want to doodle baek dying because of a frying pan

get on it anon. save oppars

anon you should give 1 point to someone

♥~ i've loved all of your fic so far, your writing reads so smoothly and your characters are so spot on and ;~~;

in terms of concrit! i feel like in layhan au, there were some points where it felt like you were just moving the plot, and none of the moments particularly stood out from the others? like in the porn, you had a really nice intro, and other physical details or actions that were emphasized etc, but there wasn't as much of that in some of the other fics

(btw completely off topic but that porn intro got pictures of you stuck in my head for a day, idk if that was an intentional similarity lol)

and idk if.. that makes sense.... sobs but ty so much for all the fic you've written for this au! and pls keep writing!! :*

but to whommm

no one cares about ferret oppar? :(

i don't have any fave pic of him, but he looks especially cute lately ;;

whispers baekhyun

ugh i hate looking back at my fics and noticing misspelled words )': it haunts me i tell you

ok anon for you :)

whispers kai

alright this is it for me for tonight /o\ jesus i haven't written this much in months

anon posted this: http://exomeme.dreamwidth.org/21894.html?thread=92004230#cmt92004230

and i wrote the following (significantly less good) thing

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you are amazing and a savior

“You,” Yixing says as he lets Sehun into his hotel room, “are the worst. The absolute worst.”

Sehun smirks. “You love it.”

“I love it when we’re not at a fucking awards show.”

Sehun looks around, feigning surprise. “This looks a lot like a hotel room to me, so…”

He doesn’t finish his thought, just strides over to Yixing, leaning down like he’s about to kiss him. He doesn’t: he skips his lips to mouth at Yixing’s neck instead.

“Fuck,” Yixing breathes, his fingers clamoring for purchase and finding it on the straps of Sehun’s tank. He clutches at them as Sehun sucks a hickey below his ear and then kisses down his neck, tongue darting out to lick at his skin, teeth nicking along his veins. Yixing pulls Sehun as tight to him as he can, moaning when Sehun leaves another hickey at the juncture of his shoulder and neck. His body shakes every time Sehun moves his lips, hold tightening on his shirt.

“You’re so sensitive,” Sehun whispers into his neck, “it’s so fucking hot.”

Yixing shivers, letting out a soft, short whine when Sehun nuzzles him, lips dragging over his collarbones. Yixing untangles one of his hands from its grip on Sehun’s tank and reaches around to grope him and thrust his body up closer to Yixing’s. He massages his ass one-handed as Sehun nips along his collarbone, their cocks rubbing against each other through their clothes. Yixing angles his body so he can thrust against Sehun’s leg, Sehun continuing to focus on his neck.

When Sehun finally pulls back, Yixing’s forehead is sweaty and his eyes are shut, soft noises getting caught in his throat as he humps Sehun’s leg.

“You’re really close aren’t you?”

Yixing nods, thrusting notably harder than he has been. He’s moving with desperate purpose now, body shivery and overexerted. Sehun’s surprised: Yixing usually takes things slow, stays turned on for a long time, comes after long expanses of touching and fucking, but he doesn’t mind. Yixing, needy like this, is maybe the hottest thing he’s ever seen, and he’s more turned on than he can remember being for a long time.

“Are you gonna come just like this? Without touching your cock?”

Yixing swallows before nodding again. “Keep on… neck.”

Sehun chuckles at his incoherency, still in awe of what a wreck Yixing already is, but he obliges, beginning to work on his neck again. Yixing moans, loud and long, and Sehun knows that means he’s about to come: his body tenses, shakes, then collapses. Sehun holds him up, arms wrapped around his shoulder, one hand massaging his hair. He can’t quite believe what just happened, but he doesn’t have long to think about it because Yixing finds his strength again and drops to his knees, hands unbuckling Sehun’s belt before pulling down his fly. Yixing strokes his dick a few times before steadying it with one hand and guiding it into his mouth. Sehun moans and Yixing sucks him off in earnest, tongue working along the underside of Sehun’s cock as he bobs his head up and down, hand wandering to massage his balls and glide across his hipbones, feather light. He comes quietly, Yixing swallowing before standing up and guiding them to the bed, shucking off his dirty sweats, then his shirt, as they go. Sehun takes off his clothes, too, and they climb into bed together.

“So am I still the worst?”

Yixing laughs and kisses Sehun by way of response, before shutting off the lights and curling up in his arms.

“I’ll take that as a no.”

what's worse is when you get a word stuck in your head and use it in two consecutive phrases.. or three... u__u or use it in smatterings throughout the fic, sob

also 600w, i told myself i wouldn't forget that and then i did u__u

He's not quite sure how long he's passed out, just that when he wakes up, the kettle of coffee's been refilled and there's a note stuck to the lid of his laptop, Kai's blocky penmanship scrawled all over it. Out to kill, it says, and be back soon, never mind that Director Lee's expressly told them not to draw any attention to themselves for the time being.

If anything, Kai is true to his word. The next evening, Baekhyun sets his computer aside and goes to the kitchen to make soup for dinner—and when he walks back into the living room, Kai's perched on the couch, bending over the screen as he removes the magazine from the M16 in his hands.

Baekhyun feels words pressing against the back of his throat. He wants to ask how the job went, but reins his curiosity in. "That was fast," he comments, sipping at his kimchi jjigae.

"I don't like waiting," Kai offers. He sets the gun down—chamber empty, bolt forward, safety on. "I had half the payout routed to your account."

Baekhyun blinks, momentarily blindsided. "Why?"

"You did all the work," he says. He's trying so hard to be casual that it comes out incredibly awkward anyway. "All I had to do was go and put some rounds in him."

"I usually get paid through the company," Baekhyun explains, and doesn't bring up the fact that Kai also had to get through a ridiculous amount of security and tie off any loose ends without getting caught on camera. They both know, already—it doesn't bear mentioning.

Kai grunts. "Consider it a bonus." He slides off the couch and pads into the kitchen. Baekhyun hears a faint clatter of bowls.

The texts start coming in an hour later: who the fuck killed off the scorpion?! from Lu Han, and a simple dude. explain. from Jongdae.

Baekhyun shakes his head and sends out a company-wide email. It's been taken care of. Lie low. Stay alert.

That only exponentially increases the volley of messages he has to field. i bet it was the new s3, Zitao speculates, replying all, and Baekhyun kind of wants to toss his computer beneath the couch at the deluge of responses that gets. He marks them all as spam and goes back to his work.

When he resurfaces from all the useless data he's been sifting through, it's long past midnight. Kai's sitting on the other side of the couch, twirling a spoon in his cold jjigae, bottom lip sucked into his mouth. He looks up from his printouts when he feels Baekhyun's eyes on him, and it's too late to pretend like he was doing anything but staring, so he just holds Kai's gaze, fingers still moving over his keyboard.

"What?"

Baekhyun shakes his head. "Nothing."

"You want to ask me, don't you?" There's a certain stubborn defensiveness in the set of his jaw, and Baekhyun swallows hard around the unexpected urge to reach over and smooth it out.

"Ask you what?"

Kai narrows his eyes. "If the stories about me are true."

Baekhyun tentatively pulls his email up again in a window, and—Jesus, he's gotten ten new messages in the past five minutes alone.

the guy has my wholehearted thanks. we've been trying to kill that fucker for months, says Chanyeol. he's insane is Minseok's appreciative reply. but hey, at least he's on our side.

"None of us give a shit about the rumors," Baekhyun says at last, shifting his gaze to the ceiling, fingers steepled underneath his chin.

"Really."

"We're just happy to have a competent S3 again." He closes his eyes. "I'm sure you've already heard what happened to our last one."

"Only rumors," Kai says, voice dry, and Baekhyun's lips tilt up at the irony.

"I was there," he says dully. "Sometimes I still go out in the field, see? When a team's down a man or two and needs someone to fill in." He presses his palms against his eyelids, stretches out so his feet bump against the smooth wood of the coffee table. "It was a colossal clusterfuck right from the beginning. In theory, Minho should've been great in the field, but when push came to shove and decisions had to be made—"

"He couldn't do it," Kai supplies. His voice sounds like it's coming from very far off, three registers deeper. "Choked."

"It was just—two, maybe three seconds. I was sprinting toward the warehouse when it exploded. Caught shrapnel all down my front." He lets out a dry chuckle. "Thought I had it bad with the scars and shit. Turns out Jonghyun and Jinki and Kibum were still in there with Minho when the charges blew. But then, so was the target. At least we got him, too."

"Yeah."

Baekhyun opens his eyes again and cards a hand through his hair. "Sorry," he says, looking down at his screen. "I don't know why I'm telling you this shit. It's over."

"It's fine," Kai says, curled up on his side of the couch like a huge housecat, unreadable as ever.

Kai's concept of staying out of trouble seems to involve sleepily nudging Baekhyun for new assignments and only waking up to pick them off as fast as he can. Baekhyun understands, all too well, the insistent itch to take action, and the guy lives up to his reputation, at least. If Baekhyun didn't have other things to be worrying about, he'd be something more than distantly impressed at the hit-count Kai's racking up.

As it is, his contacts working on K's would-be assassinators have been yielding little fruit. And then, of course, Oh Sehun flies in with the other replacements on their first day back at work and brings a whole new slew of distractions.

"Hyung," Sehun says, glancing with thinly veiled curiosity at Kai, who's lounging on Baekhyun's sofa again. Baekhyun's faintly alarmed that he's become used to Kai's presence in his office, a regular fixture, like a framed picture or a particularly attractive potted plant on display.

"Sit down," Baekhyun says. He waves at the chairs in front of his desk. "We'll get you situated. That's Kai, the new S3. Kai, this is Sehun."

Kai nods. Sehun sinks down into one of the chairs. "Uh, HR coded me into the alarm systems."

"Of course they did," Baekhyun says, gaze steady and assessing. "You wouldn't have been able to get into my office if they hadn't."

"Right," Sehun mumbles, licking his lips.

"Here's your first assignment," Baekhyun says, handing him a file. "Amber and Jinri are already on it, so catch up. If you need anything, I'm always at your disposal. Kris-hyung's handling second squad's recon at the moment—this stuff is from him."

"Thanks, hyung," Sehun says, the lines of his face relaxing a little.

There's a long pause. Sehun doesn't move to leave. Baekhyun raises his eyebrows, tries not to smile—if he were a better man, he'd volunteer the information without making Sehun sweat for it. Alas.

"Do you know if—" Sehun's Adam's apple bobs. "Can you tell me—I know it isn't exactly—protocol—"

"Lu Han's in Thailand with Minseok," he says, taking pity. "He won't be back until Saturday at the earliest. Take some time to settle back into the swing of things, okay?"

"Thanks," he repeats, and shuffles out the door.

"Not very subtle, is he?" Kai says after he's gone.

Baekhyun rolls his eyes. "He's good at his job, which is the only thing that matters to me. Let them figure out their high school bullshit on their own."

Kai laughs, low and husky and real, eyes crinkling so much they almost disappear. Baekhyun can't help the answering smile that spreads across his face.

i actually love u anon

♥♥♥

kisses u :*

i love u anon ty for writing this

i really liked this. i like you too. i'd say more but i'm falling asleep on my laptop. but yes gj anon n__n

part seventy two

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ty for reading nonnies!

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