Black Swan

No. 9 Finale: Sujet Andante

I don't know what I expect when I walk into the dance studio, but it's not this. This is something completely inconceivable. This is something that only happens in my worst nightmare.

Why? Why is this happening to me?

A solitary ceiling light flickers overhead, its brightness bathing the walls in an eerie glow. When I reach the end of the long corridor, shivering as all I can hear is the echo of my footsteps, I find the last dance studio, the light from its doorway hitting the concrete like a laser beam. I find myself before the doorway, hand clenching against the doorframe, as I take in the strange sight before me.

There are only two people there, Kai and Sehun. Kai is in my clothes, dressed as I am supposed to be dressed. He is the Swan Queen. His white feather headband sits contorted, out of place on his head, his leotard is pulled as high as it will go, bunched and stretched up away from his crotch as fingers are thrust in and out of his entrance, with hungry moans filling the room. There's a deep groan and I think his clouded eyes meet mine, but I can't be sure.

"No," I whisper to myself.

Sehun is the instigator of this passion. Heavy strobe lights seem to come up from the ground, their beam directed to the two figures pressed against the barre. Kai is standing, his arms wrapped around the wooden bar, one leg up and perched against it, perfectly straight, his back arched. And it's almost a ballet pose, but not quite. His legs seem to wobble as he tries to balance, not caring as breathy moans leave his lips. Sehun is kneeling beneath him, back towards the door, towards me. I can see his tongue move, his teeth nipping at Sehun's thighs. He is groaning too, but deeply, more animalistic. If Kai is the deer, Sehun is the lion that has already pounced.

Kai's head falls back as he moans. His voice catches in his throat as he directs Sehun's movements, tugging at his hair, in charge but at the same time placid, pliable. Sehun's fingers go in and out, and in out, ridiculously long and thin, and I watch as Kai pushes back on them, eyes rolling into the back of his head.

"More," he says with a smirk, and Sehun is happy to comply, but not without first thrusting his tongue in boldly, swirling it about as Kai gets louder. He pulls himself up, using the bar as support. He places his lips to Kai's ear, just as he did with me when I first auditioned for the part. He whispers something I cannot hear and Kai moans, and Sehun kisses him roughly, then pulls back. And this time I can hear what he says.

"Give me head, and then I'll think about fucking you."

Kai makes for the floor, but Sehun holds him in place. He picks up Kai's other leg and tosses it over the bar, and then Kai is hanging upside down, the bar under his knees as he swings back and forth. Sehun grabs his hands, forces them to hug him close, and then pulls his pants down, letting his member spring forward.

I don't know what to feel or how to think. My breathing becomes rapid as I watch Kai get to work, his tongue working its way around Sehun's length, swallowing him whole right from the beginning. Sehun thrusts into his mouth experimentally, but quickly gives up the façade and forces himself in. Kai can barely breathe. He chokes, tears mixing with his eyeliner and running down his cheeks. I hear the rough sound of Sehun hitting the back of his throat repeatedly and watch as Kai attempts to suck in air with his nose. Sehun laughs and pulls away, running a soothing hand through Kai's hair, brushing his fingers against his cheeks.

"It's a good thing you're a masochist," Sehun chuckles, his voice rich and dark.

Kai only manages to nod, mouth open wide, attempting to suck in breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Sehun grabs his chin, tilts it upwards, and forces himself down Kai's throat again. This goes on for a couple of minutes, and despite the rising bile in my throat I can't turn away. The only sounds that fill the room are Sehun's grunts, the sucking sound of Kai's parted wet lips as they move around Sehun's length, and the occasional choking noise Kai makes as he hacks up a mixture of saliva, precome, and blood.

Sehun finally releases him, letting him down from the bar. Kai stands on shaky feet, licking his lips as he smirks at Sehun. I can see the bulge of Kai's erection trapped in his leotard, ready to spring forward.

"You'll come without me touching you," Sehun breathes.

Sehun quickly turns Kai around, so both of them are facing away from me. He grabs Kai's hands and leads them back to the bar, reaching into his pocket and pulls out some ribbon from the ensemble's costumes. It's white, pure, and untainted. He ties it around Kai's hands and the bar, holding him in place. He then ties the remainder around Kai's neck, pulling it tightly to cut off his breath slightly, but not tight enough to choke him. He takes Kai's hips in his and pulls him back so Kai is resting his torso parallel to the bar, his behind up in the air.

Sehun smacks him a few times with the back of hand and I hear Kai cry out in surprise. I then see him spread Kai's cheeks apart, watching as Sehun moves a finger in and out of his entrance teasingly. He pulls out a finger, leans over Kai, and holds his sides, drawing him back towards him as he thrusts in.

Kai chokes as Sehun tightens the ribbon around his neck as he pounds into him. Kai's legs tremble under the weight of his impending orgasm, his hands clutching the bar for support and Sehun's hands and the ribbon around his neck the only thing holding him up. Kai whines and writhes, but he can't move too far without choking himself, tears pricking in his eyes.

"Sehun," he pants, voice cracking. Sehun lets out a guttural chuckle, loosening the ribbon around Kai's neck as he comes inside of him. Sehun pulls out immediately, and I gasp as Sehun leans down and laps at Kai's entrance, the sticky substance he ejaculated now on his lips.

"I taste good," he says to himself, clearly pleased at the result. Kai whines wantonly at the loss of contact, still unable to move. He tugs at the ribbons and looks up at Sehun, needy. Sehun simply shrugs.

"Oh no, I told you I'm not going to touch you," he tuts, watching as Kai writhes, moaning in distress. He sits himself underneath Kai, lying with his back pressed to the wooden floorboards as Kai stares down at him, arms behind his head, like it's all just a big show.

"Please, Sehun," Kai groans. He tries to wiggle forward but Sehun kicks his feet back, eliciting a whimper.

"I told you I wouldn't touch you, so I won't. You're just going to have to come on your own. I'll talk as dirty as I have to - to get you in the mood - but I'm not letting even a single swan feather brush against your dick."

My breathing falters. I try to listen to his abusive words but my head pounds louder and louder in my ears. I shiver, take a few unsteady steps back down the corridor I came, and break into a run.