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writetomyheart2014-09-26 12:46 pm
goodbyelover.livejournal.com) wrote in writetomyheart2014-09-26 12:46 pm
[Team One] All he ever wanted.
I feel the need to introduce myself, even though I've been here for forevers XD;; UHM HI I'M RIN! \o/ I helped make the thing.
And this fic was entirely not what I set out to write, but someone apologized for possibly traumatizing me (hi specifically to you XD) and I told Joji this was going to end up happening because I was amused :( IT KIND OF GOT OUT OF HAND THO, SO
there's stuff like cannibalism, murder, murder for sport, death of an exo kid, catboys, bloodkink, polyamory/threesome, slight!daddykink(and d/s stuff), various sexual things implied, and I think that's all but lemme know if I should warn for anything else, idk???
(And EXO with Tao as a catboy because I literally can't stop doing this. Whoops.)
Spring and decay were Lu Han’s favorite scents.
He liked to think himself poetic, all birth and death, life and death, and the mixture of both being the essence of perfection, but in reality, spring was when it was finally warm enough to do his work outside. He loved Minseok, but he didn’t know why the man got so upset when the basement got a little messier than usual.
Setting up his table with a disposable cover and weights to secure it, Lu Han paused to check the time, wondering when Minseok was going to be back with Zitao. They’d only been gone for an hour, but Zitao was supposed to be assisting Lu Han and he couldn’t do that if he wasn’t actually there. He was going to have to scold the hybrid for that, but Minseok liked spoiling Zitao so they were probably lingering at breakfast or in the backseat of the car.
“I guess I’ll just start without them,” Lu Han murmured and set up the table with his knives, cutting board, and extra towels, plugging his phone into a set of speakers on the backyard patio so he could blast H.O.T while getting to work.
Their catch from their last hunting trip hung from the tree, the night having been cold enough for them to leave it out to bleed, and Lu Han soon had it spread out across the table, setting about skinning and gutting, all the waste going in a bucket to be left in the woods.
(Minseok wasn’t so particular about the backyard, but had been very adamant that “No, entrails don’t work for compost, Lu Han!”)
Having perfected the art of creating the perfect steak years ago, Lu Han didn’t really have to concentrate on his work, instead planning their next hunting trip while humming along to the music. They should let Zitao take out their next game, he mused. He was growing up fast, with better reflexes and silent when he wanted to be, and he was so eager to please. They could even hike further up the mountain and make a daytrip out of it. They hadn’t really spent much quality time together the past few months and hunting was their joint hobby, though Zitao usually played the role of bait, his kittenish appearances able to lure all sorts of prey in without trouble.
He passed the next half hour like that, the smell of fresh meat and damp grass mixing together in the most pleasant way. His hands were stained red and wet, wet, wet, but he liked how it felt, before it dried on his fingertips. He was working with the buttocks now, carving them into the most perfect roasts and he nearly kept the genitalia for Zitao to play with and then had a flash of Zitao on his hands and knees, wailing, and dropped it all in the bucket with intestines and stomach and spleen, frowning.
Carefully wrapping the steaks and roasts and stew meat he’d cut so far to be stored in their basement freezer, Lu Han heard the front door slam closed. There was the scampering of feet (Zitao) and a shout of “Take off your shoes!” (Minseok) and suddenly Lu Han’s better half and favorite pet appeared on the patio.
“Zitao, you can’t just run through the house with your shoes on, it’s been raining and you’ll get everything muddy,” Minseok said, quickly catching the hybrid by his collar before Zitao could jump on Lu Han, yanking him back in a way that Zitao choking and Lu Han completely distracted.
“But he’s awake,” Zitao whined, sinking down so he wouldn’t suffocate against his collar, tail lashing unhappily.
“Zitao,” Minseok said, voice harsh, hand firm, and Zitao stilled at his feet, silent, obedient, pliant. Lu Han grinned, leaning against the table, content to just to watch. Zitao’s feisty nature was what had drawn them to him in the first place, all bratty and needy to the bone, and while he was perfectly willing to go down on his knees to make Lu Han happy, Minseok was the only one who could get him like this, to put him in his place so distinctly.
“Say you’re sorry, Tao,” he called out, as Zitao’s eyes flicked from Minseok to him and then back again.
“I’m sorry,” Zitao said instantly, lips pouting ever so slightly as he stared up at Minseok through his eyelashes, sad and coy all at once.
It was all an act, being so repentant, but indulgence was a luxury they could afford and so Minseok’s fingers loosened on his collar, though he didn’t remove them completely, questioning Zitao with a soft, “Are you really sorry? Because we’ve had to go over this a thousand times already.”
“I’m really sorry,” Zitao breathed out, nuzzling against Minseok’s thigh, tail now lazily winding behind him and this kind of view was one of Lu Han’s favorite, he felt like he could watch forever. “I’m really, really sorry, Daddy.”
Minseok smiled, tugging lightly on Zitao’s collar before letting him go. “I know you don’t mean that, but you’re being a good boy, so off you go.”
Laughing, Zitao rolled away and onto his feet, making his way over to the table, leaning over from across Lu Han to examine his work. “Wah, he was a good one, wasn’t it?” he cooed, before yelping, jerking away when Lu Han leaned over to sharply pinch one of his white-tipped ears. “What the fuck was that for?”
“That was for fucking off when you were supposed to be helping me today,” Lu Han said. Zitao sulked, sending him a dirty look as he carefully massaged his ear. Minseok never marked him up like Lu Han did, mostly because he was several shades nicer than Lu Han.
(But Lu Han was used to Zitao being flighty and ducking out of things whenever he wanted to, so this was less about that and more to do with the fact that Lu Han wanted to yank Zitao closer by his tail and make him yowl his name instead. Make him cry as he took both him and Minseok because this hunting trip had made him angrier than usual.)
“My bad,” Minseok chuckled, arms wrapping around Lu Han from behind and propping his chin on and Lu Han felt himself calm. “I didn’t know. He was hungry and you were still asleep, so we went out for breakfast. You like to work alone most of the time, anyway?”
“He was a big one, it took ages to butcher him up,” Lu Han grumbled, though it was hard to be too upset with Minseok blanketing him. “And Zitao knew, so there’s no excuse for that.”
“They had Missing posters in town already,” Minseok said, a grin against Lu Han’s neck. “Apparently his name is Chanyeol.”
“Oh? Well he was in great shape,” Lu Han laughed, all light and merry and vicious as hell, as Zitao inched closer, feeling left out. “Help me clean up,” he told the hybrid and Zitao was on his knees again, tongue out to flick against Lu Han’s bloodied fingers with teasing licks, before sucking them into his mouth.
“He’s going to taste great, isn’t he?” Minseok murmured, beginning to kiss and bite his way along Lu Han’s neck and Zitao moaned around Lu Han’s fingers as they pressed deeper in his mouth, tail all stiff and ears flattened against his skull as Lu Han pushed and pushed and pushed. “He’s going to taste so good because you didn’t like how he was fucking Tao so nicely, did you?”
“Yeah,” Lu Han said, breathless as Minseok’s hands worked their way into his pants, but his eyes were on the mangled skeleton on the table. That fucker was dead and Lu Han had everything he wanted. “Yeah, he’s going to taste fucking awesome.”
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omoikkiri!)
And this fic was entirely not what I set out to write, but someone apologized for possibly traumatizing me (hi specifically to you XD) and I told Joji this was going to end up happening because I was amused :( IT KIND OF GOT OUT OF HAND THO, SO
there's stuff like cannibalism, murder, murder for sport, death of an exo kid, catboys, bloodkink, polyamory/threesome, slight!daddykink(and d/s stuff), various sexual things implied, and I think that's all but lemme know if I should warn for anything else, idk???
(And EXO with Tao as a catboy because I literally can't stop doing this. Whoops.)
Spring and decay were Lu Han’s favorite scents.
He liked to think himself poetic, all birth and death, life and death, and the mixture of both being the essence of perfection, but in reality, spring was when it was finally warm enough to do his work outside. He loved Minseok, but he didn’t know why the man got so upset when the basement got a little messier than usual.
Setting up his table with a disposable cover and weights to secure it, Lu Han paused to check the time, wondering when Minseok was going to be back with Zitao. They’d only been gone for an hour, but Zitao was supposed to be assisting Lu Han and he couldn’t do that if he wasn’t actually there. He was going to have to scold the hybrid for that, but Minseok liked spoiling Zitao so they were probably lingering at breakfast or in the backseat of the car.
“I guess I’ll just start without them,” Lu Han murmured and set up the table with his knives, cutting board, and extra towels, plugging his phone into a set of speakers on the backyard patio so he could blast H.O.T while getting to work.
Their catch from their last hunting trip hung from the tree, the night having been cold enough for them to leave it out to bleed, and Lu Han soon had it spread out across the table, setting about skinning and gutting, all the waste going in a bucket to be left in the woods.
(Minseok wasn’t so particular about the backyard, but had been very adamant that “No, entrails don’t work for compost, Lu Han!”)
Having perfected the art of creating the perfect steak years ago, Lu Han didn’t really have to concentrate on his work, instead planning their next hunting trip while humming along to the music. They should let Zitao take out their next game, he mused. He was growing up fast, with better reflexes and silent when he wanted to be, and he was so eager to please. They could even hike further up the mountain and make a daytrip out of it. They hadn’t really spent much quality time together the past few months and hunting was their joint hobby, though Zitao usually played the role of bait, his kittenish appearances able to lure all sorts of prey in without trouble.
He passed the next half hour like that, the smell of fresh meat and damp grass mixing together in the most pleasant way. His hands were stained red and wet, wet, wet, but he liked how it felt, before it dried on his fingertips. He was working with the buttocks now, carving them into the most perfect roasts and he nearly kept the genitalia for Zitao to play with and then had a flash of Zitao on his hands and knees, wailing, and dropped it all in the bucket with intestines and stomach and spleen, frowning.
Carefully wrapping the steaks and roasts and stew meat he’d cut so far to be stored in their basement freezer, Lu Han heard the front door slam closed. There was the scampering of feet (Zitao) and a shout of “Take off your shoes!” (Minseok) and suddenly Lu Han’s better half and favorite pet appeared on the patio.
“Zitao, you can’t just run through the house with your shoes on, it’s been raining and you’ll get everything muddy,” Minseok said, quickly catching the hybrid by his collar before Zitao could jump on Lu Han, yanking him back in a way that Zitao choking and Lu Han completely distracted.
“But he’s awake,” Zitao whined, sinking down so he wouldn’t suffocate against his collar, tail lashing unhappily.
“Zitao,” Minseok said, voice harsh, hand firm, and Zitao stilled at his feet, silent, obedient, pliant. Lu Han grinned, leaning against the table, content to just to watch. Zitao’s feisty nature was what had drawn them to him in the first place, all bratty and needy to the bone, and while he was perfectly willing to go down on his knees to make Lu Han happy, Minseok was the only one who could get him like this, to put him in his place so distinctly.
“Say you’re sorry, Tao,” he called out, as Zitao’s eyes flicked from Minseok to him and then back again.
“I’m sorry,” Zitao said instantly, lips pouting ever so slightly as he stared up at Minseok through his eyelashes, sad and coy all at once.
It was all an act, being so repentant, but indulgence was a luxury they could afford and so Minseok’s fingers loosened on his collar, though he didn’t remove them completely, questioning Zitao with a soft, “Are you really sorry? Because we’ve had to go over this a thousand times already.”
“I’m really sorry,” Zitao breathed out, nuzzling against Minseok’s thigh, tail now lazily winding behind him and this kind of view was one of Lu Han’s favorite, he felt like he could watch forever. “I’m really, really sorry, Daddy.”
Minseok smiled, tugging lightly on Zitao’s collar before letting him go. “I know you don’t mean that, but you’re being a good boy, so off you go.”
Laughing, Zitao rolled away and onto his feet, making his way over to the table, leaning over from across Lu Han to examine his work. “Wah, he was a good one, wasn’t it?” he cooed, before yelping, jerking away when Lu Han leaned over to sharply pinch one of his white-tipped ears. “What the fuck was that for?”
“That was for fucking off when you were supposed to be helping me today,” Lu Han said. Zitao sulked, sending him a dirty look as he carefully massaged his ear. Minseok never marked him up like Lu Han did, mostly because he was several shades nicer than Lu Han.
(But Lu Han was used to Zitao being flighty and ducking out of things whenever he wanted to, so this was less about that and more to do with the fact that Lu Han wanted to yank Zitao closer by his tail and make him yowl his name instead. Make him cry as he took both him and Minseok because this hunting trip had made him angrier than usual.)
“My bad,” Minseok chuckled, arms wrapping around Lu Han from behind and propping his chin on and Lu Han felt himself calm. “I didn’t know. He was hungry and you were still asleep, so we went out for breakfast. You like to work alone most of the time, anyway?”
“He was a big one, it took ages to butcher him up,” Lu Han grumbled, though it was hard to be too upset with Minseok blanketing him. “And Zitao knew, so there’s no excuse for that.”
“They had Missing posters in town already,” Minseok said, a grin against Lu Han’s neck. “Apparently his name is Chanyeol.”
“Oh? Well he was in great shape,” Lu Han laughed, all light and merry and vicious as hell, as Zitao inched closer, feeling left out. “Help me clean up,” he told the hybrid and Zitao was on his knees again, tongue out to flick against Lu Han’s bloodied fingers with teasing licks, before sucking them into his mouth.
“He’s going to taste great, isn’t he?” Minseok murmured, beginning to kiss and bite his way along Lu Han’s neck and Zitao moaned around Lu Han’s fingers as they pressed deeper in his mouth, tail all stiff and ears flattened against his skull as Lu Han pushed and pushed and pushed. “He’s going to taste so good because you didn’t like how he was fucking Tao so nicely, did you?”
“Yeah,” Lu Han said, breathless as Minseok’s hands worked their way into his pants, but his eyes were on the mangled skeleton on the table. That fucker was dead and Lu Han had everything he wanted. “Yeah, he’s going to taste fucking awesome.”
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