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Fan Service: One shot
A/N: Okay, here's the thing. There I was reading a fanfic trying to get some inspiration and then this came to my head and Hankyung demanded that i write it before the idea disappeared into the abyss that is my mind. And so, i found myself over my keyboard typing these very words and going "oh gosh, I'm so done for" because this is sort of more than I would write in terms of rating and everything, but i wrote it and all i can do now is post it and see what kind of reaction I get. And really, it's Han Geng's fault for being so irresistible (i mean just look at the user pic. How could I say no to that?) and Heechul's fault for being so...Heechul-ie and whatever. So, here is a one shot and I'll go back to my other story tomorrow. I'm done rambling.
Hankyung knew it was over. It was over the minute he looked into that smirking face. It was over because instead of wanting to punch Heechul’s lights out, he wanted nothing more than to push Heechul into that mattress and fuck him senseless.
It wasn’t his fault. It was Heechul’s. It was all Heechul’s fault with all his sultry looks, those smirks and dark gazes. It was fucking Heechul’s fault for being so damn hot. Hankyung hated him for it. He hated Heechul’s smirk. He hated Heechul’s eyes, those dark eyes that promised so much and never gave anything. He hated Heechul for always coming so close and then running away. He hated Heechul for turning him into a stupid, groveling, senseless, useless ball of want and desire. He wanted Heechul, needed Heechul in a way that he was sure would scare the other man.
He hated that first on stage kiss. He hated the way Heechul walked off stage, excited, happy, bursting with pride. He hated the kiss with Sungmin, hated Sungmin for not doing more to stop it. He hated the kiss with Siwon. He hated the way Heechul ran his hands all over Siwon even before the kiss. He hated the way Heechul purposefully looked at him whenever he kissed any of the other members. He hated how Heechul always watched him whenever he did something, anything that could be considered vaguely sexual with any of the other members.
Fan service be damned because what Heechul did was not fan service. It was torture. It was a skillfully planned way to get Hankyung all worked up and dangerous. And damn it all to hell but it worked. It worked and it drove Hankyung insane with…with…something to see Heechul like that.
He’d put up with it because he was Hankyung, forever calm, forever in control, forever the sweet young man that had fan girls falling for him left and right. He was Han Geng, China’s prince and he would be damned if anyone thought differently.
But, tonight, tonight had been the last straw.
Heechul had gone on stage knowing what he was going to do. Those looks he had been giving Hankyung all day were a warning and Hankyung hadn’t read it in time. He had noticed how Heechul kept a tight grip on Siwon, but he’d brushed it off. He’d noticed how Siwon and Heechul would go off to a corner and whisper together. He’d ignored the pointed looks, the slight glances that Heechul send his way when he was with Siwon. Hankyung ignored them because he was used to it, used to the way Heechul teased him, the way Heechul challenged him to see just how far he could push Hankyung before the other man broke.
And Hankyung had been doing an excellent job of keeping control. He had turned away from everything that Heechul did. He had learned to brush it aside. But, this time it was different and Hankyung hadn’t seen the warning.
He’d had to witness it first hand on stage.
Heechul with his hands on Siwon’s face. Heechul with his mouth moving against Siwon’s. Heechul with his hands where they weren’t supposed to be. The fans. The fans all yelling and Heechul’s damn smirk.
That was what did it.
That stupid smirk that instead of making his blood boil with anger, had made his blood boil but for a completely different reason. Hankyung was so sick of it. He’d been the first one off stage when it was over. They weren’t done, no, far from it. He still had to endure a good hour, but that was okay.
He had an hour to plan how best to voice this, how best to make Heechul understand that it was enough, that he had had it, that it was now or never, that he wasn’t going to be his plaything anymore. No, he wasn’t. He had endured everything, all the teasing, all the hints and never any touches, never any words to back up what Hankyung wanted and what Heechul hinted at.
Hankyung was the first off stage. He was the first one in the dressing room no one used. He waited hidden by the shadows that the lack of lighting offered. He watched as Siwon walked by, glaring a hole into the back of that well done hair. He waited as Sungmin and Kyuhyun walked by, laughing together. He watched them all trickle past, one by one and he knew, without anyone telling him, that Heechul would be the last to go by.
And he wasn’t wrong.
When Heechul came into view, all dark hair and milky skin, Hankyung reached out, both hands on Heechul’s waist and dragged him into the dressing room. He locked the door and slammed Heechul into it, not caring that it probably hurt.
“Hannie?” Heechul asked voice breathless.
“I’m tired Heechul.” Hankyung said not bothering with introductions. “I am so sick of this.”
“Sick of what?”
Hankyung bit his tongue to stop his retort. How could Heechul be so damn calm? How could Heechul still taunt him even now, now when he had decided that he would be the one in control? How could Heechul still get to him?
“I hate you.” He said.
“Hate me?” Heechul whispered arms wrapping themselves around Hankyung’s neck. “But, Hannie, we haven’t even done anything yet. Why would you hate me?”
And just like that Hankyung lost it. He told himself that it was just that one-time thing to get it out of his system, that in the morning he wouldn’t care, that he would walk away, that he would make sure Heechul hurt the way he was hurting. But, when his lips crashed down on Heechul’s he knew it was over.
He leaned down, hands gripping tight, almost painfully on Heechul’s waist. Heechul’s hands were in his hair pulling him down closer and closer, their mouths molded together, bodies as close as they could get them, breath gone as fast as it came, hands scrambling anywhere, everywhere.
Their teeth clinked together as their tongues fought against each other, seeking to dominate, to press down on the other. Hankyung bit down on Heechul’s lip and reveled in the moan that left the other man’s mouth. He swallowed the low whimpers that fell from Heechul’s lips as he pressed himself as close as he could.
“Hankyung…I…Oh God, can’t, I don’t know…please.” Heechul murmured his hands in Hankyung’s hair as Hankyung’s tongue trailed down his neck. “Please….just…I don’t know. I want you so bad. It’s about fucking time.”
Hankyung moved away. He looked at Heechul leaning against the door, dark hair over his face, red lips parted, inviting and damn it if it wasn’t the hottest thing Hankyung had seen in his life.
“Where are you going?” Heechul asked in a voice that let Hankyung know his mind was only half there.
Hankyung bit his bottom lip trying to remember where he had been planning to go with this. But, he couldn’t, not when Heechul was looking at him like that, not when Heechul was suddenly in front of him again, mouth parted, breath catching, eyes gone black with…with something that was slowly driving Hankyung insane.
“Heechul.” Hankyung whispered knowing a lost battle when he saw one.
“You have to learn to keep your pretty mouth shut.” Heechul said moving in between Hankyung’s arms. “I’m tired of talking. Just…I don’t know…do something else with that mouth.”
Hankyung was more than happy to oblige. He had Heechul leaning against the door, hands spasming in his hair, utter nonsense falling
from those lips as Hankyung worked wonders on his knees.
“God, yes…about time too.” Heechul managed before the words were lost in a moan.
Hankyung would be lying if he said that he wasn’t more than happy where this had ended up. His intention had been to let go of Heechul, to get rid of the anger that was eating up inside him, to take control. But, he was wrong.
He was so very deliciously wrong.
He didn’t have control. He never had control, would never have control when it came to Heechul. He didn’t want it. He wanted this, to be lost in Heechul’s arms, to be gone, lost in the way Heechul said his name, the way Heechul held onto him.
“Geng.” Heechul moaned. “God, I fucking love you.”
“Love me or just this?” Hankyung asked voice cold, hard.
He watched the confused look on Heechul’s face that was clouded by over by that darkness that sped up Hankyung’s heart. It was disappointing when Heechul didn’t say anything.
Hankyung let him go. He backed away and turned to the window. He was stupid, very stupid to think that maybe Heechul felt something other than desire, stupid to think that Heechul would want him the way he wanted Heechul. He was so stupid to think that he could ever really have Heechul, so stupid to think that Heechul would want him too.
“Get out.” Hankyung said voice tired, dead.
He waited for the sound of the door, for the opening and closing that would set him free. But, it never came. Instead he felt two arms around his waist, someone hugging from behind. He felt Heechul’s head resting on his shoulders and warm breath by his ear.
“Don’t let go.” Heechul whispered. “Please.”
Hankyung was glad Heechul couldn’t see the smile that was playing on his lips.
“I wasn’t planning on leaving.” He said. “You were the one who had to leave.”
“I don’t want to.”
Hankyung turned at that. He turned because there was something in Heechul’s voice that he hadn’t heard before. He turned because that usually teasing tone was gone, replaced by something that Hankyung would describe as almost insecure, if Heechul could ever be called that. It was a tone that woke something in him, an urge to protect, to love, to never let go.
And who was he to fight it? Who was he to ever deny Heechul anything? Who was he to stop what he wanted so desperately?
So, he turned and he pulled Heechul close and he closed that miniscule distance between their lips and for the first time since he had ever met Heechul, for the first time since he had ever fallen and fallen hard, for the first time in what felt like forever, he kissed those soft inviting lips, but really kissed them.
He kissed Heechul like he had always wanted to, with love, with care, with a hint of something hidden behind all of that. It was the first time he ever told Heechul I love you through a single joining of lips, through one embrace, one look.
And when he pulled away, he knew what he’d gained.
“Come on, let’s go finish this at home.” Heechul said eyes down, tone suggestive, but beneath all that, caring.
And never again did Hankyung envy any of the others; never again did he want to physically hurt those who Heechul touched. He was still not over the other desire though, it still controlled him, that desire to drag Heechul off stage and assure himself and remind Heechul who he belonged to. But that was okay, because Heechul was more than happy to indulge Hankyung’s want.
And Hankyung could never be angry, not when he met Heechul’s eyes across the stage, not when Heechul came to take his hand. He couldn’t ever be angry because even when Heechul had his mouth on one of the other member’s, his eyes were always on Hankyung and they always said the same thing: I wish this was you. Only you.
And really, who could ever be mad at Heechul?
A/N: What do I do? Mimimoii (i came up with a nickname for you) come help meeeeeeee. Comments are loved and much needed for this one. Did anyone notice the ninja Kyumin? It was so ninja if you blinked, you missed it.
Hankyung knew it was over. It was over the minute he looked into that smirking face. It was over because instead of wanting to punch Heechul’s lights out, he wanted nothing more than to push Heechul into that mattress and fuck him senseless.
It wasn’t his fault. It was Heechul’s. It was all Heechul’s fault with all his sultry looks, those smirks and dark gazes. It was fucking Heechul’s fault for being so damn hot. Hankyung hated him for it. He hated Heechul’s smirk. He hated Heechul’s eyes, those dark eyes that promised so much and never gave anything. He hated Heechul for always coming so close and then running away. He hated Heechul for turning him into a stupid, groveling, senseless, useless ball of want and desire. He wanted Heechul, needed Heechul in a way that he was sure would scare the other man.
He hated that first on stage kiss. He hated the way Heechul walked off stage, excited, happy, bursting with pride. He hated the kiss with Sungmin, hated Sungmin for not doing more to stop it. He hated the kiss with Siwon. He hated the way Heechul ran his hands all over Siwon even before the kiss. He hated the way Heechul purposefully looked at him whenever he kissed any of the other members. He hated how Heechul always watched him whenever he did something, anything that could be considered vaguely sexual with any of the other members.
Fan service be damned because what Heechul did was not fan service. It was torture. It was a skillfully planned way to get Hankyung all worked up and dangerous. And damn it all to hell but it worked. It worked and it drove Hankyung insane with…with…something to see Heechul like that.
He’d put up with it because he was Hankyung, forever calm, forever in control, forever the sweet young man that had fan girls falling for him left and right. He was Han Geng, China’s prince and he would be damned if anyone thought differently.
But, tonight, tonight had been the last straw.
Heechul had gone on stage knowing what he was going to do. Those looks he had been giving Hankyung all day were a warning and Hankyung hadn’t read it in time. He had noticed how Heechul kept a tight grip on Siwon, but he’d brushed it off. He’d noticed how Siwon and Heechul would go off to a corner and whisper together. He’d ignored the pointed looks, the slight glances that Heechul send his way when he was with Siwon. Hankyung ignored them because he was used to it, used to the way Heechul teased him, the way Heechul challenged him to see just how far he could push Hankyung before the other man broke.
And Hankyung had been doing an excellent job of keeping control. He had turned away from everything that Heechul did. He had learned to brush it aside. But, this time it was different and Hankyung hadn’t seen the warning.
He’d had to witness it first hand on stage.
Heechul with his hands on Siwon’s face. Heechul with his mouth moving against Siwon’s. Heechul with his hands where they weren’t supposed to be. The fans. The fans all yelling and Heechul’s damn smirk.
That was what did it.
That stupid smirk that instead of making his blood boil with anger, had made his blood boil but for a completely different reason. Hankyung was so sick of it. He’d been the first one off stage when it was over. They weren’t done, no, far from it. He still had to endure a good hour, but that was okay.
He had an hour to plan how best to voice this, how best to make Heechul understand that it was enough, that he had had it, that it was now or never, that he wasn’t going to be his plaything anymore. No, he wasn’t. He had endured everything, all the teasing, all the hints and never any touches, never any words to back up what Hankyung wanted and what Heechul hinted at.
Hankyung was the first off stage. He was the first one in the dressing room no one used. He waited hidden by the shadows that the lack of lighting offered. He watched as Siwon walked by, glaring a hole into the back of that well done hair. He waited as Sungmin and Kyuhyun walked by, laughing together. He watched them all trickle past, one by one and he knew, without anyone telling him, that Heechul would be the last to go by.
And he wasn’t wrong.
When Heechul came into view, all dark hair and milky skin, Hankyung reached out, both hands on Heechul’s waist and dragged him into the dressing room. He locked the door and slammed Heechul into it, not caring that it probably hurt.
“Hannie?” Heechul asked voice breathless.
“I’m tired Heechul.” Hankyung said not bothering with introductions. “I am so sick of this.”
“Sick of what?”
Hankyung bit his tongue to stop his retort. How could Heechul be so damn calm? How could Heechul still taunt him even now, now when he had decided that he would be the one in control? How could Heechul still get to him?
“I hate you.” He said.
“Hate me?” Heechul whispered arms wrapping themselves around Hankyung’s neck. “But, Hannie, we haven’t even done anything yet. Why would you hate me?”
And just like that Hankyung lost it. He told himself that it was just that one-time thing to get it out of his system, that in the morning he wouldn’t care, that he would walk away, that he would make sure Heechul hurt the way he was hurting. But, when his lips crashed down on Heechul’s he knew it was over.
He leaned down, hands gripping tight, almost painfully on Heechul’s waist. Heechul’s hands were in his hair pulling him down closer and closer, their mouths molded together, bodies as close as they could get them, breath gone as fast as it came, hands scrambling anywhere, everywhere.
Their teeth clinked together as their tongues fought against each other, seeking to dominate, to press down on the other. Hankyung bit down on Heechul’s lip and reveled in the moan that left the other man’s mouth. He swallowed the low whimpers that fell from Heechul’s lips as he pressed himself as close as he could.
“Hankyung…I…Oh God, can’t, I don’t know…please.” Heechul murmured his hands in Hankyung’s hair as Hankyung’s tongue trailed down his neck. “Please….just…I don’t know. I want you so bad. It’s about fucking time.”
Hankyung moved away. He looked at Heechul leaning against the door, dark hair over his face, red lips parted, inviting and damn it if it wasn’t the hottest thing Hankyung had seen in his life.
“Where are you going?” Heechul asked in a voice that let Hankyung know his mind was only half there.
Hankyung bit his bottom lip trying to remember where he had been planning to go with this. But, he couldn’t, not when Heechul was looking at him like that, not when Heechul was suddenly in front of him again, mouth parted, breath catching, eyes gone black with…with something that was slowly driving Hankyung insane.
“Heechul.” Hankyung whispered knowing a lost battle when he saw one.
“You have to learn to keep your pretty mouth shut.” Heechul said moving in between Hankyung’s arms. “I’m tired of talking. Just…I don’t know…do something else with that mouth.”
Hankyung was more than happy to oblige. He had Heechul leaning against the door, hands spasming in his hair, utter nonsense falling
from those lips as Hankyung worked wonders on his knees.
“God, yes…about time too.” Heechul managed before the words were lost in a moan.
Hankyung would be lying if he said that he wasn’t more than happy where this had ended up. His intention had been to let go of Heechul, to get rid of the anger that was eating up inside him, to take control. But, he was wrong.
He was so very deliciously wrong.
He didn’t have control. He never had control, would never have control when it came to Heechul. He didn’t want it. He wanted this, to be lost in Heechul’s arms, to be gone, lost in the way Heechul said his name, the way Heechul held onto him.
“Geng.” Heechul moaned. “God, I fucking love you.”
“Love me or just this?” Hankyung asked voice cold, hard.
He watched the confused look on Heechul’s face that was clouded by over by that darkness that sped up Hankyung’s heart. It was disappointing when Heechul didn’t say anything.
Hankyung let him go. He backed away and turned to the window. He was stupid, very stupid to think that maybe Heechul felt something other than desire, stupid to think that Heechul would want him the way he wanted Heechul. He was so stupid to think that he could ever really have Heechul, so stupid to think that Heechul would want him too.
“Get out.” Hankyung said voice tired, dead.
He waited for the sound of the door, for the opening and closing that would set him free. But, it never came. Instead he felt two arms around his waist, someone hugging from behind. He felt Heechul’s head resting on his shoulders and warm breath by his ear.
“Don’t let go.” Heechul whispered. “Please.”
Hankyung was glad Heechul couldn’t see the smile that was playing on his lips.
“I wasn’t planning on leaving.” He said. “You were the one who had to leave.”
“I don’t want to.”
Hankyung turned at that. He turned because there was something in Heechul’s voice that he hadn’t heard before. He turned because that usually teasing tone was gone, replaced by something that Hankyung would describe as almost insecure, if Heechul could ever be called that. It was a tone that woke something in him, an urge to protect, to love, to never let go.
And who was he to fight it? Who was he to ever deny Heechul anything? Who was he to stop what he wanted so desperately?
So, he turned and he pulled Heechul close and he closed that miniscule distance between their lips and for the first time since he had ever met Heechul, for the first time since he had ever fallen and fallen hard, for the first time in what felt like forever, he kissed those soft inviting lips, but really kissed them.
He kissed Heechul like he had always wanted to, with love, with care, with a hint of something hidden behind all of that. It was the first time he ever told Heechul I love you through a single joining of lips, through one embrace, one look.
And when he pulled away, he knew what he’d gained.
“Come on, let’s go finish this at home.” Heechul said eyes down, tone suggestive, but beneath all that, caring.
And never again did Hankyung envy any of the others; never again did he want to physically hurt those who Heechul touched. He was still not over the other desire though, it still controlled him, that desire to drag Heechul off stage and assure himself and remind Heechul who he belonged to. But that was okay, because Heechul was more than happy to indulge Hankyung’s want.
And Hankyung could never be angry, not when he met Heechul’s eyes across the stage, not when Heechul came to take his hand. He couldn’t ever be angry because even when Heechul had his mouth on one of the other member’s, his eyes were always on Hankyung and they always said the same thing: I wish this was you. Only you.
And really, who could ever be mad at Heechul?
A/N: What do I do? Mimimoii (i came up with a nickname for you) come help meeeeeeee. Comments are loved and much needed for this one. Did anyone notice the ninja Kyumin? It was so ninja if you blinked, you missed it.