The Cleave [MarkHyuck]

9

"Isn't Mark........A little messed up in the head?" Jaehyun gestured his men to light his cigarette. "So you say they've dated eachother back in highschool?" He chuckled with a dark look.

"Yes sir. He's Physcotic as per records and according to CCTV footage Haechan had always had bruises and was in pain." The man said making the blonde nod, his jaw stung and it angered him alot.

"Oh dear! He's nothing to worry about, file a case against him and he'll be kicked out if my son's life. He would have thought he'd due rich. I'll deal with the case you recover and prepare to marry Haechan." Mrs Lee wore her sunglasses and left the hospital room.

Even though Mark was a falling off vessel with hallucinations he knew at the back of his mind that this boy beneath him was real, he warm and he wasn't imagining it. Haechan had always been his safe haven, the light to his darkness, the one he always ran to when things were going downhill. Hyuck was the first to fall in love but he fell harder, he wasn't completely crazy, he could differentiate between his Haechan and the voices screaming inside his head.

"He doesn't love you!"

"You are a fucking monster!"

"You abuse him now are you going to abuse him sexually?"

"What a bastard!"

"I love Donghyuck!" Mark screamed plucking at his hair.

"You don't!"

"Baby I love you and you love me more. Please stop listening to the voices in your head. Just keep looking at me, your Teddy Bear." True he needn't have to listen to those nasty voices whispering sinister words about his life.

"M-May.....I? Teddy this......I'm on drugs it's wrong. No." Mark sat up, he mumbled incoherent sentences, "You'll get affected." He shook his head.

"So you don't want to do it?" Whispered the younger, his lips trembled, his abalone eyes watery. "I don't care what you are on. I just want you. You missed out on my wedding night, you weren't there on my birthday and now.......is it a crime to want your husband to love you?!" He snapped.

The older was getting angry as he clenched his jaw and balled his wrists trying his hardest not to let his demons rule him he avoided Hyuck's eyes. Those eyes that had him captivated like a moth drawn to fire. He held the soft delicate arm, as he pushed him on the bed, discarding his clothes. A pang fell on his heart, heavy with force.

"You'll regret this. I'm a fucking Physcotic monster that abuses you and you just........" He trailed off, for Haechan was smiling.

"You were made into one. My baby lion is still alive right here." A stubby finger poked Marks core. "You'll come back for me. You love me Mark, more than anything in your life. I'm here, your family." He whispered.

Though their lives were dancing on a thin line of flickering hope, Mark did as he was told. Though a wild lion with a mind scattered and unleashed his Teddy knew just how to tame him. Perhaps it wasn't the perfect time to make love but the brunette had a gut feeling that maybe just maybe it would help Mark realize he still loved him deep down and that Haechan wasn't dead. That he was physically there in the olders arms.

As Mark trailed down the canvas ladened with moles, on a golden fleece like skin, from lips to collar bones to the pastel pink candy like nipples to the smooth stomach to the throbbing dick to his inner thighs to his puckering wet hole to his flawless limbs he loved him just so preciously. The bruises stung and burned but it was soon replaced with pleasure, a moment it felt like his highschool lover was back. The goofy idiot who was super awkward and sweet. It faded out in seconds as the younger screamed into the falling darkness, his hole literally tore when Mark pushed in, after all he was no where close to gentle. The younger let him do as he pleased, he let the older destroy him that night. Again and again until he was bleeding and passed out.

When morning dawned Haechan was in bed, naked, raw, wasted and ravished just like he wanted to. His heart chipped a little when he found the side next to him empty and cold. He'd left before he woke up? As he sat up he sneaked a peek under his blankets and giggled. He was clean and was dressed with a boxer, without thinking much he decided to head to school.

"You left without telling me?" Hyuck found his lover at the locker rooms, he leaned up to kiss his cheek. "You didn't shave today?" He pouted cutely at Mark.

"Y-You were sleeping." Mark mumbled, he turned around to face his beautiful wife. He was tired yet managed to smile the brightest at him. "T-Teddy I-I.....You.......did you?!" He lifted the younger's jaw up to see his blood shot red eyes.

"I wanted to feel what it is like to consume drugs.......Ahhh......Mark you're hurting me." Hyuck whispered whimpering.

"How dare you?! What us fucking wrong with you!!! Are you going to kill yourself?!" He started shaking the younger, as he held a tuft of hair and smashed Hyuck's head on the locker door. He kept banging it until he dragged Hyuck to their room.

"Now what?!" Haechan fell on the bed with a bounce. "Will we have sex everytime you get mad at me?! Fine if that that makes you show me any ounce of love!" He screamed at the older, a tight slap fell on him, that's just what happened. They had sex until he was unconscious. But the next time Hyuck woke up he saw Mark beside him. He was spooned inside his frame as he lifted himself up on the olders chest.

"Next time......if you want to do it. Just ask me or tell me you want it Mark. It's okay not to be okay and it's okay to want your wife! Stop being so violent! It hurts me mentally more than it hurts me physically." He started crying, Mark regret his whole existance. What had he done? Did he just........hurt the only person who genuinely loved him?