Kris woke up in a dark room. He searched around frantically, attempting to remember how he had gotten into the room praying that he wasn’t kidnapped. Then the memories hit him like a ton of bricks and he fell once again on the bed. He didn’t know what to do. He had a nauseous feeling at the pit of his stomach. He wasn’t sure if he was home sick or he was worried about the stupid, vain pervert and what he was going to do to him. He missed Luhan and Suho and wished that he could just be back the brothel sitting in the dinner hall talking together. Kris pulled his legs up to his chest and put his forehead against them. He was at lost to what to do.
Knock
Knock.
Kris snapped his head up at the sound before lying down once again, pulling the blankets up to his chest and pretended to be asleep. Kris laid on the bed in silence, not daring to breath in fear the person would figure out he was not at all asleep but very wide awake. He heard the door open before it closed with a soft thud.
After a few minutes he was sure it was safe and opened his eyes and sat up to only face Chanyeol sitting on a leather chair at the end of the bed, calmly playing on his phone. Kris felt his stomach squirm at the thought of what the pervert was going to do to him. As much as Kris hated the life he was living he still valued it all the same.
“Ah, finally awake?” Chanyeol asked his eyes lifting up from the I-phone.
“…” Kris didn’t reply but looked at him with a stone face.
“He was right, you do look a little like an angry bird,” Chanyeol said, ignoring the insulted glare Kris threw at him.
"I do not!" Kris said crossly, a frown marring his pretty features once again.
"Sure you do. You have a those eye brows of yours and you look cross half the time. I don't- ow!" Chanyeol yelped when a pillow hit him squarely in the face. Chanyeol glared at Kris who looked defiantly back at him.
"I DO NOT LOOK LIKE AN ANGRY BIRD!" Kris yelled angrily not caring that he had just thrown a pillow at the person who chose whether he lived or died.
Chanyeol looked at Kris, gripping the pillow tightly. His eyes narrowed, glaring at the fuming boy on the bed.
"What do you have to say for yourself?" Chanyeol asked his face darkening at every second passing.
"Your a jerk and you deserved it," Kris said quite simply. He looked straight back at Chanyeol with his own glare. He refused to be intimidated by the man sitting on the leather couch.
Chanyeol took in a deep breath before walking over the glaring teen on the bed and grabbing Kris' face, forcing the boy to look at him.
"Do you enjoy doing this? Don't you know I can destroy you? I can make shiver, squirm and scream. I can bend you over and ғυϲƙ you in public, mark you and make you obey my every command.I can make you, break you and destroy you. I can do anything and no one will ever find out," Chanyeol growled before he slammed his lips harshly on Kris' pushing his anger into the kiss.
Kris struggled but came out fruitless as Chanyeol's other hand grabbed his arm pulling him closer. The two kissed for what seemed like hours before separating. The two panted for a few seconds before reconnecting their lips. Neither of them knew what was driving them into such a lust filled haze but it seemed liked neither of them seemed to care. They're hands soon tangled themselves in each other’s hair and their tongues mingled and danced with each other.
Chanyeol pushed Kris down onto the bed and climbed over him, his is arms trapping Kris' head and legs squeezing his hips slightly. The two looked at each other, neither of them knowing what to do or say. Chanyeol lowered his head down capturing Kris’ lips with his own. And once again their lips melding together, Kris’ hands found themselves shyly touching Chanyeol’s back.
As their kiss ended once again they looked at each other. Kris’ feelings were a massive mess on the inside. He wasn’t sure what made him kiss Chanyeol back the way he did. He didn’t like the feelings bubbling him and he wanted them out. He needed to get out but that was proven impossible with the way Chanyeol was laying on him.
Chanyeol felt the anger seep out of him. He had only a light buzzing feeling left behind. He couldn’t understand it. It didn’t feel weird but it was odd of a sort. Chanyeol looked down at Kris who looked like he was in a daze. He looked so cute and so eatable…
Chanyeol lowered his head down to Kris’ neck and clamped his teeth lightly over the skin junction that joined the neck to the shoulder, before sucking on the spot lightly. Chanyeol let a smile slide onto his lips when he heard Kris let a small whimper.
“D-don’t…”
“Don’t what?” Chanyeol asked as he unlatched his lips from Kris’ neck. Kris didn’t reply but continued to stare at Chanyeol with the same dazed face. As Chanyeol lowered his head for another bite a fast knock on the door broke the mood.
“Master Chanyeol, there is a phone call for you.” A maid said before the two heard footsteps walking away. Chanyeol pouted slightly smirking.
“We’ll continue this later my pet,” he said, his voice deeper than ever before he gave Kris another kiss on the lips and getting off him and walking to the door. “Behave pet,” he said as he opened the door and walked out.
As the door shut with a click Kris sat up and pulled his knees up to his chest. ‘What was that?’ he question himself. “That stupid pervert,” he mumbled as he felt the hickey on his neck throb. He tugged his blonde hair and whacked his forehead on his knees. He refused to admit how much he like Chanyeol kissing him.
‘What the hell is wrong with me?’ he though as he hugged his legs closer to his chest.
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