Lured [Yuwin]

「EIGHTEEN」

Winwin glanced at the male under him, who had fainted again because of the blood loss and his fever, the fight he just had draining his energy. How easy would it be, to just stab him like this, and return to the ocean? How easy would it be, to just get rid of the peacefully sleeping japanese in front of him looking innocent, and return to his beloved fiance? But he didn't.

He instead picked Yuta up, and carried him downstairs, putting Yuta on the couch and wrapped his bandages, making Yuta take his medicine. "Why do you have to make my life so damn complicated, Yuta? Why couldn't the both of us be normal? Why couldn't you be a siren, or why couldn't I be a human? If we were, then we could be together..."

The Japanese finally woke up, and it was noon, his headache disappearing. "Sicheng?" He called, instantly worried, because of his near death experience. "I'm in the kitchen, hyung." Yuta stumbled into where Sicheng was, smiling when he saw the chinese.

Winwin was wearing an apron, and standing in the kitchen, attempting to fry eggs. Yuta nearly cooed at how beautiful Sicheng looked as he stood there, sweating slightly as he focused on the egg, and put them onto a plate. Yuta stepped over, and hugged him from behind, burying his face into the crook of Sicheng's neck. "You really like doing that, don't you, hyung?" Winwin teased, with a smile on his face. "You smell amazing."

The chinese blushed, and picked up the plates, putting them on the dining table. "Stop it with your flirting and eat something-" "No. I only want you."

The blush only got darker on Winwin's face, and Yuta smirked for a second, gently kissing Sicheng's neck. "Hy- Hyung- not now.." Yuta pulled away, smiling innocently as he sat back down, flashing his innocent and flawless grin at the younger. "You don't need to call me hyung, Sicheng." "The-then what do I call you?" Yuta thought about it, teasingly getting closer to Winwin. "You could call me oppa.." "Wh-what?" Sicheng had started stuttering, and Yuta stood up, smirking.

"Don't worry, Mark calls me that already so you don't have to." Winwin felt a surge of jealousy in his chest as the Japanese mentioned Mark, that boy had kissed Yuta on the boat, and the japanese didn't even say anything about it. "You... I would like to hear you call me.."

Sicheng was getting impatient, and rolled his eyes, stepping closer to Yuta, making a big mistake. "What. What do you even want me to call you?" "You sure you'd like to know? I mean, I would like you to call me this every night.." "Just spit it out!" Winwin was getting annoyed now, and he was certainly curious. Yuta stood up, his smirk widening. "I'd like you to call me daddy in bed.." 

Winwin panicked, and flailed, falling backwards, and Yuta quickly grabbed his hand, pulling him back. "Yuta you dirty-" "Do you not like it.. Baby boy?" The chinese's face grew even redder, if that was humanly possible.

"Yuta let go-" Sicheng's head wasn't working properly because of his burning emotions, and he blurted something out. "Daddy let go!" Yuta let go in surprise, his smirk returning immediately. "So I guess you agreed, huh." "YUTA I SWEAR TO GOD I AM GOING TO KILL YOU-" The japanese grinned, and ran for his life, bolting towards the door.

The door opened at the exact same moment Yuta ran towards it, making the older stumble out and trip, crashing onto the male standing outside, and rolled down the porch, Yuta's eyes widening and he quickly pulled the man into his arms, shielding his head as they rolled down the stairs. They finally stopped rolling, the two clutching onto each other for dear life, Yuta panting slightly.

"Markie, you okay?" the young canadian blinked vigorously, seeing stars as he put his hands on the floor, not realizing he was trapping Yuta as he tried to get up. The pins on his jacket had gotten caught on one of Yuta's buttons, and Mark didn't notice it until it was too late. 

He was pulled back onto Yuta, and their lips crashed together. The japanese's eyes flew open as Mark got more immersed into the kiss. "Oppa..."

Yuta's face turned red, and Mark's eyes opened as well, finally seeming to notice what was happening. "Oh- my god Yuta I am so sorry I didn't mean to-" "It's fine, Markie. Not the first time you've kissed me-" 

Winwin stormed over, a jealous fire burning in his heart, clouding his head and judgement. "Oh so you two have kissed before, huh? And what the hell was that moan, Mr whatever the fuck your name is- Oppa? You bloody fucking call him oppa?"

Yuta was still on the floor, but Mark had gotten up, and Winwin was taller than him, intimidating him. "Yeah, I do, and he likes it. You're the guy who nearly made him drown last time."

Sicheng was extremely near punching Mark now, his fists clenched. "What do you call him then?" And this time, the chinese could not think straight at all. (duh since he's gay jkjk but hell im bi and i can't think straight because of all these gay fanfics i write and read and love)

He pulled Yuta up from the floor, making the Japanese wrap an arm around him, and lean down, placing gentle and teasing kisses on Yuta's neck. "I call him daddy." Yuta had frozen in place, as did Mark, but their moods were the peak opposite. Mark was questioning his life choices and why the hell did he have to have a thing for Yuta, when the damn fisherman was so bloody kinky, and this chinese in front of him was scary.

Yuta, however, was shocked out of his mind at what Winwin had called him, and what he was doing. The chinese's touch just got bolder, teasing and nearing Yuta's control line. And poor Mark was still watching.

"Daddy... Do you really want to do this in front of a stranger and not in the bedroom? I could pleasure you much better there.." the chinese whispered seductively, at the same time knowing Mark could hear everything.

"Right. Um-" Mark grabbed Yuta, pulling him away from the Chinese. "Oppa, I came to ask you for a favor~" Yuta smiled at the canadian's cuteness, and ruffled his hair, distracting himself from the chinese that was just begging to be pounded into, whimpering and looking at him like that with his innocent and beautiful eyes wide. "What is it, Markie??" Mark coughed slightly, trying to ignore Winwin. "Um, as you know, my parents are coming into town tomorrow to meet up with me, do you mind pretending to be my boyfriend?"

Winwin's eyes widened, and he attempted to cover Yuta's mouth, knowing what the kind-hearted Japanese would answer.

"HE DOES MI-"

"Sure, I don't mind."