The man was first attracted to the boy’s long silky hair and willowy body. Most of the boys that he has picked up were always about the same - same hair, mannerisms, and even similar body language. This one was different. The long hair added to the boy’s features, highlighting his large eyes and full mouth. His movements were graceful and full of confidence, as if knew that he was worth every single cent. The man liked that.
He knew that as soon as he laid eyes on the pretty creature sitting at the bar, that he had to have him. And he always made sure to get what he wanted, by any means. The man was willing to pay any price for a taste. It wasn’t like he was short of cash -- his bank account was full from deceiving many gullible businessmen and even more gullible families.
Sauntering over, he discreetly palmed the jacket pocket, feeling his wallet bloated and fat with bills. Experience has told him that these kinds of boys, especially one this beautiful, were selective and often played hard to get. The man felt heat pool in his gut as he saw flashes of pale thigh peeking through desperately shredded fabric. The boy’s long neck curved delicately as he turned his head.
It seemed though, that his experience has proven him wrong that night. As he drew closer, this boy seemed to come alive. No sooner did the man introduce himself with offers for a good time, did he feel a slender hand crawl up his knee and the flicker of agreement flash through the other’s eyes.
Nobody gave them a second glance as the pair left the bar and towards hotel elevators. The boy smiled as he was tucked possessively under the man’s heavy set arm, making sure to brush his hands and body against the elder in teasing ways.
The man laughed at his own good fortune, happy that he was getting what he wanted. With millions of won to his name, an attractive body next to him, and a VIP room reservation in place, it was his night.
It was a beautiful suite, posh, elegant, and luxurious. One could easily tell that every person that has ever checked into the room were certainty part of the elite, or at least procured the cash to pretend to be part of the elite. Silk sheets lined the single master bed, cool to the touch. The pillows were stuffed with the finest of down feathers, ensuring a comfortable rest for all inhabitants. And the view was the best, the sweeping lights of the Seoul skyline never looked so inviting.
However, the richness of the suite certainty did not capture the attention of the room’s occupants.
Bitten curses and quiet suckles filled the room as the man curled thick fingers into the other’s long hair. The boy, all milky limbs and red lips, peered up at him through his fringe. A pair of dark wet eyes blinked teasingly up at his customer, eager for approval. The man groaned and not-so-gently slid the plush mouth off his cock; his fat thumbs brushed bruised lips, wiped at stray droplets of precum before eagerly flipping the boy over on his stomach.
The boy moaned softly, feeling the older man’s hands flutter and smooth all over his body before resting on the dimples of his lower back. One, two, three fingers were quickly inserted into him, wriggling slightly before being replaced by the man’s length.
An appealing cry escaped a red mouth as the man took him roughly. The boy panted and clawed at the sheets, a thousand creases formed as silk was crushed between his fingers. A sinewy back was presented to the man as the boy’s torso was forced downwards, as the slim body molded into new deliciously interesting ways. The younger huffed before obediently raising his bottom infinitesimally higher, allowing the elder to thrust in even deeper.
Eager kisses were pressed onto the outlines of the boy’s vertebrae, the elder lapped at the soft skin between shoulder blades, before continuing further down. He snapped his hips sharply, drowning in the tightness of the body below him, at the wonderful heat surrounding his cock, at the boy’s perfection.
‘Something this perfect should only belong to me,' thought the man as he wrapped fingers around his boy’s length.
Lines of black ink captured the man’s attention -- a small key tattoo was branded behind the boy’s ear. The man felt the flames of jealousy course through him, wondering who had placed the tattoo there, what was the name of the asshole that marked his beautiful boy.
The man harshly thrust his hips again before biting and whispering nonsensical filth into a delicate ear, suckling at the small tattoo. He groaned as the other tightened, lost in the sounds of skin on skin. Calloused hands found purchase on sharp hips, pressing bruises into iliac crests as the man came.
Coming down from his high, the man pulled out and draped himself possessively over the warm body. The boy chuckled he pushed the man off, eyes gentle and seemingly innocent as he brushed at his mussed up tresses. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to the corner of the man’s mouth, before placing whispered words into the man’s ear.
“Round two in the bathroom? I’ll take you for a ride in the bathtub.”
The man quickly got out of bed and all but ran towards the bathroom. As he reached the doorway, he turned to look at his conquest, confused to as why the other hadn’t moved from his spot. His could feel his lust growing again as he saw the nude figure still sprawled on the bed, absently wiping at the cum that was trailing down his thighs.
The boy pouted coquettishly before adding, “Why don’t you get the tub ready? I have a surprise for you.”
The man settled down into the bath, eagerly waiting for his boy. Drunk with thoughts of what the youth could do with his body, he didn’t notice the interesting scent coming from the other room. The door creaked and he looked up confusedly to see his boy, fully dressed.
The marks made on the youth’s collarbones were already starting to purple, darkening a vivid shade of red. He remembered making the marks while in the elevator, as if he could relive the sounds that escaped his boy’s mouth, as his pliant body was devoured by a stranger’s hands and mouth.
The boy laughed as he brandished a gun. “I hope your blood is just as rich and fat as your wallet.”
Despite the bloodlust in his eyes, the boy smiled angelically before pulling the trigger.
A flaxen haired male stood in the kitchen, chopping up meat for dinner. The soft sounds of classic jazz and the TV played in the background, his sole company. He looked worriedly at the clock, as if waiting for someone.
The boy sighed and wiped at an itchy spot near his eye, absent mindedly smearing blood on his creamy cheek.
Seeing that his dinner was nearly ready, he washed his hands and went to watch the evening news. The current popular story was of a murder at an expensive hotel. According to guests, they heard a gun sound before a fire spread from the room to the rest of the floor.
The blond stared at the screen, eyes unfocused as he took in the blur of colors and words. A soft click broke him from his stupor; he turned and cautiously walked towards the source of the sound.
A long haired boy stood in the doorway, fumbling with his bag and shoes as he struggled to catch his breath. The blond stood still, taking in the other’s appearance, making note of the large splatters of red gracing his clothes and skin. He tsked disapprovingly.
“I told you that strangling would be better, at least it’s not noisy.”
The other pouted before wrapping blood stained hands around the blonde’s waist. He nuzzled the pale flesh of his blonde’s neck, huffing as he smelled the unfamiliar scent of another man.
“Mm, but strangling can take so long. I wanted to get back to you.”
The blond chuckled as he felt teasing fingers slide down the curve of his bare ass, thumbs wiping at the leftover white fluid. “Now? But I have dinner ready; I made ladyfinger stew tonight…”
“But I missed you hyung. And I was so good today, you would be proud of me.”
“How good were you,” asked the blond, eyes glittering with glee. “Did he die yearning for your warm lush mouth? Or,” he gasped, catlike eyes closing as the brunette slid a slick finger into him. “Or were the last beats of his heart spent thinking of your tight, tight heat? Tell me, Taemin-ah. Tell me.”
Taemin chuckled as the other pressed against him wantonly, writhing as fingers continued to lightly scissor inside. He hummed as a soft wrist was pressed against his lips, the delicate skin purpled and raw from handcuffs. Tucking a kiss to the small T tattooed on the wrist, he moaned as the other ground his hips against his.
As the pair lost themselves in their desire, hands wandering and thighs spreading eagerly, the bag lay forgotten on the ground. Inside the bag, placed away securely, was an ordinary large jar. This jar would eventually be placed with twenty two other ordinary jars, each marked and categorized for display.
They didn’t dare tell anyone about their collection, because nobody would understand. They wouldn’t understand the thrill of the chase, the beauty in their art, the pride of a victory.
To most people, they would be called cruel, monsters. Heartless killers, they would be branded. And yet, as the two kissed tenderly, they possessed plenty of hearts.
a/n: um. i don’t know why this came about, or even what inspired me. so if anyone was confused, taemin and key kill people and collect their hearts in jars. yeah. :D? also if anyone was wondering, taemin seduced and killed a swindler and key a policeman. key strangled the policman while handcuffed.
a/n part ii: key's tattoo is in this shape: † it can refer to the T in taemin or a religious cross.
i hopelinnhe — appreciates serial killer taemin (and key) as much as i do. ♥!