exomeme | part two hundred and twenty

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theme: crime, chanlay where chanyeol is the son of a mafia boss and lay is lay
wc: 2303 nsfw, violence, noncon ig

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i ended up rewriting what i lost ;;; a really sketchy rewrite so i think i ended up leaving out whole chunks ;;;

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"Blindfold him."

Chanyeol turned, face impassive as he issued the order. One of his men had moved as soon as the words had left his mouth, and Chanyeol was in no mood to see his face.

"Are you protecting him, Lay?" Chanyeol asks. "You'll talk, sooner or later."

They stand in the middle of a hotel room, one of in several specialized hotels their group owns. Having a SM hotel under their control meant that each room easily doubled as an interrogation room, and no one would think the screams anything but the norm.

Yet ever since their current subject had been dragged in, there had been no screaming, no pleas, no begging. From what he understood, there'd been barely any reaction. Now that Chanyeol himself was here, he could see the truth for himself.

Slowly, he turns and steps towards where Lay is restrained. Cigarette burns already dot the back of his hands, his arms. Now, Chanyeol adds another, pressing the burning end lightly to Lay's skin. "Where is he," he repeats. "Are you protecting him? You were close to Kevin, at one point."

Tensions had been running high in the turf wars. To be more precise, they were always high - not enough space, not enough whores, not enough drugs. For the past fifty years, the Park and Kim family had been eyeing each other's territory, each waiting to pounce and take the lion's share. But with the Chinese mafia and yakuza branch groups looking to muscle their way in, a man from the Kim group had advocated for cooperation between their two families. Until two days ago.

Two days ago, he'd been killed. Killed by a man under their own group. He'd fled after the hit, disappeared, was well and hidden by whoever had pulled his strings. Kevin - or Wu Yifan, as Lay had told him - had at times worked under Lay, and at others, had given the orders. Regardless, at the time, he'd been under Lay's command. The Kims demanded retribution. Chanyeol had no love for them, but criminal the may be, they still had their honour. And a promise made was a promise kept.

Which was how they found themselves in this situation now. This situation being Chanyeol grinding a cigarette against Lay's skin, Lay cuffed hand, neck, and foot, accompanied by two grunts and an assistant, all in this cozy hotel room. After all, if anyone knew of the traitor's whereabouts, or knew about his plans before hand, it would be Lay. And Lay's own ethnicity was somewhat of an open secret.

Yet he would not reveal what he knew, nor would he deny that he knew. Two days, aand he'd kept his mouth shut. Sealed. Bloody, bruised, beaten, and burned. His hands and neck were shackled to the same bar, held at such a height so that when combined with the bench he was perched on and the manacles around his ankles that were anchored to the floor, he was left absolutely vulnerable, his entire back and rear exposed.

"Tell us what you know, and this can all end." Chanyeol leans in as he says this, right next to Lay's ear. Unexpectedly, Lay jerks away at the touch of Chanyeol's breath, only to be stopped short by the metal collar around his neck. There is a sharp intake of breath, a small gasp, hoarse cry. Chanyeol steps back,. The first reaction they've gotten out of him in the pst two days.

"Should we remove a finger?" the assistant suggests.

Chanyeol casts the kid a disdaining look. Some brat that a higher up had taken a liking to, and now he had a sense of self worth. He could have passed for pretty, if it weren't for the acne that had taken over his face. There was more than one way of climbing the ranks, Chanyeol supposed.

"No, that's useless." Chanyeol nods at their subject. "He doesn't respond to pain. You could be left with a bloody, legless lump and still not a word."

"No, I think it's time to change tactics." As he says this, Chanyeol's eyes drift to the shelf on the wall, lined with an assortment of toys. Walking over and grabbing one at random, he strides purposefully to where Lay is bound, coming to a stop behind him.

He leans forward, again, right beside his ear. "Move, and I'll slice open your asshole," he warns.

He grabs one of the several knives placed within easy reach, and presses the blade against the fabric of Lay's pants until it breaks through. Judging from the red that quickly bspreads, it had broken more than just fabric. Lay tenses, visibly, and with one quick stroke, Chanyeol drags the knife down, leaving Lay's asshole entirely exposed.

"You've been sleeping with him, is that it?" Chanyeol says. He aqueezes lube liberally onto the hollow of Lay's back, letting it drip and ooze down over his ass cheeks, into the crack, and down his legs. At the touch of cold, Lay flinches ever so slightly. Chanyeol smirks.

Without warning, he shoves the vibrator in to the hilt, turning the power onto max. Caught off guard, Lay lets out a cry of surprise, before he catches himself, clamps his lip between his teeth. "You're wishing it was the fuck up you love doing this to you, is that it?"

Slowly, he begins to pull the vibrator out, Lay clenching around it ever millimeter of the way. He's tight, so tight, and Chanyeol plays with the switch.

"You do know that if you don't tell us what you know, you'll never see him again, hm," Chanyeol says slowly. Just as slowly, he pushes the vibrator back in, watching as Lay's asshole stretches to accomodate the length and girth. Not that he had much choice. He places his foot against it and pushes it even further, grinding it in with his heel. Lay gasps, turns his head as if to look at him. He's shaking, tense, and just as quickly as he'd shoved it in, Chanyeol pulls the vibrator out. He wipes it on Lay's back before tossing it aside.

The two grunts are looking anywhere but at their captive, and the assistant looks even more nervous than usual. Figures. Useless.

"Out," he orders the two of them. They scamper to obey.

He nods at the assistant, as soon as the door has closed behind them. "You're turn," he says. The kids points to himself, unsure. Chanyeol scoffs. "Pick whatever you want. You have plenty of choices."

As the kid hesitates, before walking over to the wall, Chanyeol walks around and drops into the armchair, placed in front of the restraints. His eyes run over Lay, from his swollen face and skimming over his swollen cock. His once white shirt is stained with blood, and beneath it, his chest is clearly heaving. His expression is obscured by the blindfold, but his lips are parted, as if holding back a scream. His bare feet barely touch the ground, but where they do, the balls of his feet are pressed flat, his toes curled. His fists are clenched, and his legs are shaking. There is a tell-tale tent at his crotch, pressed against his stomach. Chanyeol knows that this is the closest they have gotten to breaking him since he'd first been brought in for questioning.

"Let me guess. You were rejected, and ran back to the traitor with your tail between your legs. Out of what, revenge?" Chanyeol snorts. "How petty."

In the mean time, the kid, looking more nervous or turned on than ever. Chanyeol glances at his selections - a cock ring, a pump, and a strap on vibrator even larger than the one Chanyeol had used. Chanyeol's lips twisted. This one knew what he wanted.

He waits until the kid has secured the cock ring and attached the pmup before continuing. Lay is in visible discomfort - his teeth are gritted, and his entire body is tensed, as if a spring stretched past repair.

"Three months ago," Chanyeol says. When he'd returned home with bruised lips, and had remained strangely silent for a week. Lay's expression immediately changes. However that could also have been because the assistant was thrusting into Lay's ass, pushing forward relentlessly.

"Five months," Chanyeol says now. The time Lay had come home, clothes torn and with no explanation.

This time, Lay does cry out, as if the dual pressure of the memories Chanyeol is dredging up and the unbearable need to come cannnot be both held back at once.

"Where is he? Who is he working for? If you speak, you'll be rewarded. If you don't..." Chanyeol stands and walks forward, jamming his fingers into Chanyeol's mouth. "I'll turn you over to the Kims, and they can do what they want with you."

Lay's lips close around Chanyeol's fingers, his mouth hot and wet, his tongue roughe as it swipes against Chanyeol. Chanyeol straightens his fingers, pushes them in until they hit the back of Lay's throat, making him gag, forcing his head up.

He pulls out his hand and wipes it on Lay's shirt, where it passes for clean. "Talk," he commands. His voice is deep, and he knows he can make it deeper. "Talk, or I'll kill you."

Chanyeol presses the barrel of the gun to Lay's head. Lay merely looks up - tilts his head up, until the barrel sits firmly in the center of his forehead. Inexplicably, his mouth is stretched in a facsimile of a smile, complete with a single dimple on his right cheek. Chanyeol presses the barrel of the gun against his forehead harder.

"I'll kill you before I turn you over to those dirtbags," he growls. "Unless you tell us where the scum is so we can turn him in instead."

Before Lay gets a chance to say yes or no or anything at all, something else catches Chanyeol's eye. Quick as a flash, the gun is pointed not at Lay, but at the kid standing behind him.

"I don't think I said you could go that far," Chanyeol says. His tone is mild, but his eyes and gun do the talking. The kid had presumed to pull his own cock out, full and swollen. Chanyeol is sorely tempted to shoot him right then and there, a quiet ball of fury building in the pit of his stomach. He's shaking, but he should be. Chanyeol is not known as a kind man.

The door slams open - possibly saving the kid's life. They both turn to look, Chanyeol with the gun, the kid hastily stuffing his cock back into his pants and beating a hasty retreat. Between them, Lay still hangs against the bar, ring still tight around his cock. One of the grunts from earlier burst in - "they found Kevin!" he says. He glances at the scene in front of him, and his eyes shift uneasily.

Chanyeol, for his part, pockets the gun, and leaves the room without a word.

There is a mess of a man in another room. Blindfolded, mouth duct-taped shut, wrists bound roughly together with a length of rope. But Chanyeol has seen him enough to identify him.

"Explain this," he barks.

One of the men drag the traitor up by his hair, tossing him forward at Chanyeol's feet. "We found him outside Chinese turf," he says. "Seems like they convinced him, used him to turn up tensions between us and the Kims and weaken us both, then dumped him when he was useless."

"Like the garbage he is," Chanyeol mutters. His fingers itch for the gun, but that would be too clean an end. "Why was he with them in the first place?"

"It was...Lay ordered him to investigate. Infiltrate them. He had his suspicions, but... Maybe he should have suspected him as well."

Chanyeol follows the mans gaze downwards, and nudges the traitor's head with his foot. Fury rises, cold.

"Hmph. Useless to the end." He gives him another kick, and this time, there is some muffled whimpering. "Now take this garbage to our friends, and get it out of my sight."

He turns heel and is about to leave, when the grunt who had brought Chanyeol opens his mouth, as if he has something to say. Chanyeol fixes him with a stare, and suddenly, his mouth functions.

"Lay had nothing to do with it," he blurts out. "He...they contacted him as well, but he refused, and cut all contact after that."

Chanyeol laughs, short and harsh. "Of course not."

-

Yixing is waiting for him by the car. Chanyeol takes in his appearance as he sweeps through the door, grabbing his coat from the man who brought his car up. He's bloody, his shirt is torn, one side of his face is bruised and swollen. His hands are cuffed in front of him, and Chanyeol has to forcibly quell the irrational urge to murder whoever had done it. The rational part reminds him that until a few minutes ago, Yixing had still been a prime suspect, and prisoner. So instead, he strikes Yixing instead.

"I could've killed you," he growls. "Why the fuck didn't you say anything?"

Yixing's head whips to the side. He faces Chanyeol slowly, and when he does, there is a smile on his face.

"As long as I saw you again I didn't mind if you killed me," he says.

"Jesus," Chanyeol swears. He grabs Yixing and pulls him to him, ignoring for once the presence of the smallfry waiting to drive them away. He can feel the frantic pulse of Yixing's heart through his chest and the heat of his body burning like the sun in his arms. "You scared the fuck out of me."

"Love you too," Yixing murmurs.

"Fucking punk."

"Let's go home?"

"Should've never left."

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new thread for new page in case anons missed it not everyone bt :/

did they? i only saw chinguline and chinaline

part two hundred and twenty

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