"Shit," Jongin breathes, nerves sparking when he feels the cool press of the barrel along his cheek. This should not be turning him so much, and yet here he is on his knees on the dirty floor, stiff in his pants already. Lu Han's eyes are oddly cold, finger tapping rhythmically on the trigger, looking right through Jongin like he doesn't even know him.
"Suck it," Lu Han commands. Jongin raises his eyebrows skeptically.
"Suck—"
Lu Han taps the gun against Jongin's lips to make his meaning clear. "Now."
Jongin closes his eyes tightly, lets his jaw go slack to accommodate the gun, and waits for the end. There's trusting someone and then there's being stupid—Lu Han's angry, and that's enough of a reason for Jongin to start saying his final prayers.
"Go easy on him, Lu Han," Baekhyun's voice comes from somewhere behind Jongin. Lu Han looks up. The gun jerks back and hits Jongin in the teeth. He winces, tears stinging at the corners of his eyes as he forces himself to stay still.
"What?"
"He's cute," Baekhyun says, almost lazily. "He's just a kid. Maybe we can use him."
Lu Han looks back down, the baffled expression on his face mirroring the one on Jongin's. "Use him? Use him for what?" he asks. Jongin finds he's been asking himself the same question.
"I guess that depends on what he's good at, doesn't it? Turn around. Let's get a good look at you," Baekhyun instructs.
Lu Han grabs Jongin's shoulder and wrenches him around to look at Baekhyun. Jongin nearly topples over from the sudden movement, kneecaps scuffing painfully against the cold cement floor as he struggles to maintain his balance. Lu Han's still got the gun pushed into his spine as a warning: I can still kill you at any moment, so don't try anything stupid. Not that he would. Not when he's so close to infiltrating the organization if he can just play his cards right, behave, act the part. When he looks up, Baekhyun's sitting in a basic metal folding chair. The feline guy from earlier, Zitao, is sitting at Baekhyun's feet, arms wrapped around his ankles, head draped in Baekhyun's lap like an oversized cat. Baekhyun's even stroking his hair like one.
"No need to be rough, Lu Han," Baekhyun cautions again, voice syrupy and sweet. "He seems obedient enough. Aren't you?" He beckons Jongin over with a crooked finger, smiling easily enough. He almost doesn't look sinister like this, eyes bright and friendly. Welcoming, almost. "Come here, let me see how good you can be."
Jongin starts to get up onto his feet and feels a slice of pain in his calf. Before he can test his weight on it any further, Lu Han pushes him back down, roughly, to his hands and knees. "Crawl," he says, voice hard, and Jongin hears the phantom click of a gun safety in the back of his mind. He does as he's told and crawls to Baekhyun.
"Good," Baekhyun says, smoothing a hand over Jongin's hair and then tickling under his chin. "You're a good boy."
Jongin nods. He can still taste blood in his mouth from the gun knocking his teeth.
"Let me see?" Baekhyun asks, voice lifting gently. He sounds almost tender. Jongin sits up obediently, trying as hard as he can to precisely follow the instructions given to him just so he can avoid one of Lu Han's bullets in his brain. Baekhyun pulls back Jongin's lips carefully to inspect the damage, like one might examine a dog's teeth, and then, unexpectedly, presses a kiss to Jongin's mouth. When Baekhyun pulls away there's the ghost of a bloody lip print on his mouth.
"All better," he says smoothly. His eyes flick downward, to where Jongin's still half-hard in his pants from the gun. "You like danger, don't you?"
Jongin isn't sure if he should speak. He splits the difference and murmurs an assent, nodding once. Baekhyun chuckles.
"I'd prefer if you weren't bleeding, but if that's what gets you off, then it can be arranged. What do you think about him, Zitao?"
Stirring with interest at hearing his name mentioned, Zitao lifts his head to take in Jongin's disheveled appearance. His nose wrinkles.
"Should we let him stay?" Baekhyun asks, turning to Zitao. He bows over his lap and murmurs it in his ear, lips so close to Zitao's ears that he's probably kissing the metal hoops of his earrings.
"He needs a shower first," Zitao says snottily, his gaze lingering on Jongin's split lip, his ruined trousers in tatters at the knees, the stretched out collar of his shirt. Jongin tries to hide the oozing grazes on his palms, but he still looks like a fucking mess.
"Do you want to fuck him?" Baekhyun asks, stroking down the side of Zitao's face indulgently. Zitao leans into it, shoulders hunched. Definitely feline, definitely Baekhyun's house cat, Jongin thinks. He'd been wondering exactly what kind of company a criminal under lord would keep close to him, and it makes sense, he supposes, to require a certain amount of submission from his bedfellows. Still, he hadn't expected anything quite like this. He also hadn't expected the chance to jump to the head of the line. All because he'd accidentally stumbled into that front, gotten involved with Lu Han when he should have just turned tail and ran.
Zitao shrugs, letting his head settle back down into Baekhyun's thigh. Jongin thinks he's going to speak, but there's nothing, just a bored sort of indifference radiating from Zitao. Baekhyun turns back to Jongin.
"We'll give you an audition," he says, teeth gleaming wickedly in the darkness. Jongin gulps. "Good luck."
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"Shit," Jongin breathes, nerves sparking when he feels the cool press of the barrel along his cheek. This should not be turning him so much, and yet here he is on his knees on the dirty floor, stiff in his pants already. Lu Han's eyes are oddly cold, finger tapping rhythmically on the trigger, looking right through Jongin like he doesn't even know him.
"Suck it," Lu Han commands. Jongin raises his eyebrows skeptically.
"Suck—"
Lu Han taps the gun against Jongin's lips to make his meaning clear. "Now."
Jongin closes his eyes tightly, lets his jaw go slack to accommodate the gun, and waits for the end. There's trusting someone and then there's being stupid—Lu Han's angry, and that's enough of a reason for Jongin to start saying his final prayers.
"Go easy on him, Lu Han," Baekhyun's voice comes from somewhere behind Jongin. Lu Han looks up. The gun jerks back and hits Jongin in the teeth. He winces, tears stinging at the corners of his eyes as he forces himself to stay still.
"What?"
"He's cute," Baekhyun says, almost lazily. "He's just a kid. Maybe we can use him."
Lu Han looks back down, the baffled expression on his face mirroring the one on Jongin's. "Use him? Use him for what?" he asks. Jongin finds he's been asking himself the same question.
"I guess that depends on what he's good at, doesn't it? Turn around. Let's get a good look at you," Baekhyun instructs.
Lu Han grabs Jongin's shoulder and wrenches him around to look at Baekhyun. Jongin nearly topples over from the sudden movement, kneecaps scuffing painfully against the cold cement floor as he struggles to maintain his balance. Lu Han's still got the gun pushed into his spine as a warning: I can still kill you at any moment, so don't try anything stupid. Not that he would. Not when he's so close to infiltrating the organization if he can just play his cards right, behave, act the part. When he looks up, Baekhyun's sitting in a basic metal folding chair. The feline guy from earlier, Zitao, is sitting at Baekhyun's feet, arms wrapped around his ankles, head draped in Baekhyun's lap like an oversized cat. Baekhyun's even stroking his hair like one.
"No need to be rough, Lu Han," Baekhyun cautions again, voice syrupy and sweet. "He seems obedient enough. Aren't you?" He beckons Jongin over with a crooked finger, smiling easily enough. He almost doesn't look sinister like this, eyes bright and friendly. Welcoming, almost. "Come here, let me see how good you can be."
Jongin starts to get up onto his feet and feels a slice of pain in his calf. Before he can test his weight on it any further, Lu Han pushes him back down, roughly, to his hands and knees. "Crawl," he says, voice hard, and Jongin hears the phantom click of a gun safety in the back of his mind. He does as he's told and crawls to Baekhyun.
"Good," Baekhyun says, smoothing a hand over Jongin's hair and then tickling under his chin. "You're a good boy."
Jongin nods. He can still taste blood in his mouth from the gun knocking his teeth.
"Let me see?" Baekhyun asks, voice lifting gently. He sounds almost tender. Jongin sits up obediently, trying as hard as he can to precisely follow the instructions given to him just so he can avoid one of Lu Han's bullets in his brain. Baekhyun pulls back Jongin's lips carefully to inspect the damage, like one might examine a dog's teeth, and then, unexpectedly, presses a kiss to Jongin's mouth. When Baekhyun pulls away there's the ghost of a bloody lip print on his mouth.
"All better," he says smoothly. His eyes flick downward, to where Jongin's still half-hard in his pants from the gun. "You like danger, don't you?"
Jongin isn't sure if he should speak. He splits the difference and murmurs an assent, nodding once. Baekhyun chuckles.
"I'd prefer if you weren't bleeding, but if that's what gets you off, then it can be arranged. What do you think about him, Zitao?"
Stirring with interest at hearing his name mentioned, Zitao lifts his head to take in Jongin's disheveled appearance. His nose wrinkles.
"Should we let him stay?" Baekhyun asks, turning to Zitao. He bows over his lap and murmurs it in his ear, lips so close to Zitao's ears that he's probably kissing the metal hoops of his earrings.
"He needs a shower first," Zitao says snottily, his gaze lingering on Jongin's split lip, his ruined trousers in tatters at the knees, the stretched out collar of his shirt. Jongin tries to hide the oozing grazes on his palms, but he still looks like a fucking mess.
"Do you want to fuck him?" Baekhyun asks, stroking down the side of Zitao's face indulgently. Zitao leans into it, shoulders hunched. Definitely feline, definitely Baekhyun's house cat, Jongin thinks. He'd been wondering exactly what kind of company a criminal under lord would keep close to him, and it makes sense, he supposes, to require a certain amount of submission from his bedfellows. Still, he hadn't expected anything quite like this. He also hadn't expected the chance to jump to the head of the line. All because he'd accidentally stumbled into that front, gotten involved with Lu Han when he should have just turned tail and ran.
Zitao shrugs, letting his head settle back down into Baekhyun's thigh. Jongin thinks he's going to speak, but there's nothing, just a bored sort of indifference radiating from Zitao. Baekhyun turns back to Jongin.
"We'll give you an audition," he says, teeth gleaming wickedly in the darkness. Jongin gulps. "Good luck."