Hell Hole

Chapter Nine.

Chris came trudging back up the stairs, pushing the heavy roofy door open with a groan. He strode closer to the younger male who stood by the railing, just. Smiling.

"Thank you," Jeongin had whispered, taking the beer from Chris's hand once He had outstretched his hand to him, "Is this the same kind as last time?" He questioned, snapping it open.

"Of course, I like that this kind isn't as bitter as other brands."

Jeongin hummed, looking up at the male sweetly, "You're so great, Chris." He twirled the can around in his hand before tilting his head back and letting the liquid slide down his throat, the stinging sensation dull.

Chris chuckled as He looked at the Boy in the luminosity of the rooftop's lights, his pretty baby-pink hair falling over his narrow-eyes. He could just feel a twinge of something in his heart, and He was trying to figure out if He, himself, had gone mad.

Because as He held the can of beer in his hand, He just had to fight the urge to just set it down and take the Boy by the shoulders. He had to fight the urge to slam him against a shuttered wall until they both felt the vibrations ringing throughout their bodies.

It was bizarre to him that He suddenly wanted to hear his bones rattle, He desired the feeling of the softness in his flesh. A strange craving to hear him gasp out as his hip bone slammed into the Younger's.

The Man had wanted to yank his head back by his pink locks until He was able to mark his flesh with beautiful purple and red marks, to rip his hands through his hair until his breathing was labored.

God, He wanted to just make him cry and then lick up the tears. He just wanted to take his mouth to the Boy's, to devour him alive, to fucking transmit all the things he couldn't understand at that moment.

Yet, Jeongin stood there prettily, sipping on the drink Chris had given him, craving the same sensation from the Male He had grown close to.

After all, He was his only friend in Seoul.

"After I'm gone do you think people would be left with any good memories, or will it only be me left with them?"

Jeongin turned to Chris, leaning back against the railing. He looked up into the starless, polluted sky. Fairy lights hung around him in strings upon strings, the shapes glimmering in his misty eyes, "I'm not sure," He whispered, flicking his gaze to the Male's, "I'll be left with good memories though, Hyung."

Suddenly, the feelings became too unbearable for Chris to just stay put.

"Jeongin.." Chris swallowed, closing in on the Boy. He set the can on the edge of the railing and snapped his hands down to enclose him between himself and the railing, "Don't be too sure of that." He leaned down edgingly, his lips dragging over Jeongin's bare collarbone as his shirt had drifted in the wind.

Jeongin quivered at the advance, circling his fingers in the comfort of Chris' shirt. He traced up and down his arms, "Chris," He exhaled, his head lolling back. He limply looked back up into the discolored void, swearing to himself that He could see stars.

"Doesn't it feel just right when you do the wrong thing?" Chris asked, leaving no time for the boy to answer as He suddenly bit down into his rosy skin, sucking, color bursting from his blood vessels to stain his skin purple.

A throaty moan passed the Boy's lips. His voice reached higher eyes closed in pleasure, whispering the only thing on his mind, "Chris Hyung.."

Chris trailed his fingers up Jeongin's side, tearing his shirt off of him in haste tugs. He traced his lips downwards, the tip of his tongue lapping against his skin. He Left his chest glossed over with saliva, the substance glimmering in the moonlight, and the dazzling lights that surrounded them.