Malevolent

14."Fire on Fire"

Now the interrogation went oh so as planned. Taehyung's cheeky comments, Jin's eye rolls, the assistant officers having the time of their lives. But most importantly, Taehyung feeding them lies.
Seokjin threw his head back in disbelief, sweat gathering along his neck. His face red by now, boiling with anger.
"Leave all of you." He commanded to the panel in B3, monitoring them.
"Turn off the com link and the cameras on your way." He gritted his teeth, and the officers knew better than to disobey.
"...Jin hyung, the morning shift ends in an hour, remember that, okay?" Jimin told him. Seokjin just nodded in return.
Once he was sure everyone had left, Seokjin got up from his seat, shutting down his laptop.
Taehyung smirked.
Finally, the good shit.
"I know you unlocked those cuffs, the moment you were brought here. So quit the act." He stated, coldly.
Taehyung's laughter echoed through the room as he freed his hands from the hold of the meaningless metal around his wrists. Like a child's play. The metal hitting the ground with a clank.
Seokjin closed his eyes, pursing his lips.
He kicked back his chair which doubled over making Taehyung wince.
He hadn't ever seen Seokjin this mad. Infact, no one ever had.
He leaned on the table, supported by his elbows. Jaw and fists clenched. Staring into Taehyung's soul and the boy could swear he felt chills run down his spine.
"The shift ends in 50 minutes, the door is locked from inside and cameras won't work until the next morning shift." Seokjin growled in a low voice.
Okay, maybe Taehyung's hard.
"Do you know what that means, Kim?"
Taehyung gulped.
"It means no one from the night guards knows we're here." Seokjin leaned further in, their faces so close that Taehyung could feel Jin's breath fan his lips.
He smirked.
"So if we have sex no one-" He started smugly but was cut off by Seokjin's lips on his.
Fire on fire.
Taehyung was swift to react as his mouth kissed Seokjin back but no one could keep up with the pace his mouth was working at.
He raped the boy's soft lips, hungrily, desperately, angrily. Biting, sucking, bruising them as he pleased.
The table and chair somehow disappeared, or were kicked away by Seokjin, Taehyung wasn't sure.
The only thing he was sure of was that he was against the wall with Seokjin pressing hard against him, every sensory neuron in his body, in action. His mouth dominating along with his body and the euphoria Taehyung felt at the exact moment was unparalleled.
Seokjin parted after what seemed like hours and Taehyung swore he would've collapsed if it wasn't for Seokjin's arms pinning him to the wall.
Taehyung's eyes were shut tight as his Adam's apple dipped as he gulped.
"Look at me." Seokjin demanded with authority, so much authority that even Taehyung couldn't rebel.
He slowly opened his eyes to come at level with Seokjin fiery eyes, resembling a rumbling storm in a dark night while a volcanic eruption was taking place.
Taehyung gulped, again and It was Seokjin's turn to smirk.
His shirt was discarded as unwanted debris in a heartbeat and Seokjin's angry mouth bruised the boy's body, not caring about the consequences it may lead to.
And Taehyung? Let's thank that the room was soundproof.
The boy was a moaning mess, his deep whines filling up the room every second.
But Seokjin's mind wasn't working rationally, he just did not care.
Sexy much?
"J-Jinnie my h-hands atleast ahhh atleast let me mmm TOUCH YOU." Seokjin had sucked on his sweet spot.
"Shut. Up." Seokjin commanded, throwing Taehyung on the rather forgotten chair, getting on him. Bodies colliding together.
"FUCK SEOKJIN PL-"
Seokjin attacked his mouth again, getting rid of the boy's remaining clothing.
"Call me daddy or I spank you, pup." He turned him over.
The night at the club, If Taehyung was thinking of dominating this beast? He was so wrong. Because Seokjin was in all his glory today, and Taehyung swore he saw galaxies.
His eyes turned over in sheer pleasure and the unholy sounds escaping his mouth had no bounds.
Was Seokjin loving it? Let's say a little too much, because the room wasn't filled with only one person's voice you see? Skin slapping against skin, mouths moulding together, voices creating a beautiful melody none of them had ever heard before.
To say that this was the starting of an epic love story won't be wrong, but to say that it'd be a tragic one? Won't be wrong either.