Strip Club

*Jeon

Hyosung walks in and looks around with a smile. Slowly,she took off her jacket leaving herself in her bra and shorts.She walks to the pole,with her round moving in sync with her steps. She gt up the stage and bows,revealing her cleavage. "Hello everyone, Jen Hysung imnida~" She said introducing herself with a y smile.

*wakls in* nobodys here? Humm
*turns on y music*
/starts walking around the pole and starts pole dancing/

@Alex Pettyfer A part of the boy was relieved, another part of him was filled with dread as the moved down those in a pace that was torture. Already when the thing was above his abdomen, Ren's breath hitched and he felt himself twisting his hips to the side as a natural reflex. The vibrations were easily transferred through the cloth covering his groin, teasing him and he knew his was growing harder and harder by the second. And then Royal pressed down and a load moan so full of lust rang through the room, it almost came as a shock. Ren was whimpering as he bit his lip harshly in a failing attempt to suppress more cries and he felt his hips bucking up against the thing, as if they had their own will. This was torture. He wanted more. He NEEDED more. "A-aah~", came another airy, broken mewl that sent their audience into another fapping frenzy. "Please... s-stop teasing..", he begged the man through glazed, half-lidded eyes.

The teasing was making Ren fidgety, but he was no where near as desperate yet as he gave himself off to be. He was used to it and had developed a high tolerance. It would take more than a against his to make him beg. Something like, for example what Royal was doing eight now: half inserting the and then taking it out.. slowly.. and finally inserting it completely and letting it wreck havoc there. And boy it did. Ren didn't know if the bastard had done it on purpose, but the was just missing his prostate, barely grazing it when he squirmed. Now that was hell. Ren was panting, writhing, pulling at his restraints, gasping. And as he obediently opened his mouth - what else could he do? - to take in the ring gag, he couldn't help bit think that Royal was being far nicer than he'd let on he'd be. And so the e lay there, cuffed and taped, with a teasing the most sensitive part of his body and gag that made it very hard - basically impossible - for him to swallow. He was going to start drooling pretty soon. But for now, the only thing that came out of his mouth were sporadic cries of delight.

@Ren It was interesting to watch Ren's body react to the teasing and it was gratifying, to say the least. It was always gratifying to watch someone helpless to your actions, shivering and whimpering at your very touch. And that was exactly what it was with the . He almost forgot that there were about five men touching themselves at the moment. Slowly, teasingly, Alex moved the down the pale stomach of the younger to right above his crotch. There, he pressed down a little bit harder than before with a small smirk.

Part of him, a very small part of him, felt bad for the kid. He probably grew up ually abused and came to terms with it. He read a few things about babies born into brothels and they spend most of their young years there, unaware that what they're living in is wrong. It was a sad fact of life, but not once tonight, has Alex even seen a flash of sadness, unhappiness, or anger from the boy. Then again, he could've just been putting on an act since he was on the job. That would make more sense.

Once Alex decided Ren had enough, he lifted the skirt a little and moved the down to the puckered rose bud of his . Unlike most idiots, he knew that all holes- s and asses - are normally tight and only stretched when aroused. Once was done, they went back to being tight. So he teasingly prodded the into Ren and pulled it out, bit by bit, until the toy was fully swallowed up by his walls. He grabbed body tape, wrapping it around the boy's ankles and the in order to keep it inside. "Open that pretty little mouth for me, baby." the blond chuckled and grabbed the circle gag, fastening it around Ren's head before centering it perfectly in his mouth.

@Alex Pettyfer Ren wasn't even surprised when the clients vocally confirmed his thoughts. He saw the expression on Royals face and just smiled, more in defeat that in pleasure. Ok, fine. Ren did like it rough truth to be told, but there was a limit to everything. Probably. His own eyes were busy raking up and down the man's body, taking in every shape that was displayed before him and when the other removed his pants.. Ren caught himself biting his lip in excitement. To be fair, it was more than rare to /get ed by a guy that well built. Oh the small joys ion came with~ ... Ren would have been put in a moderately decent mood by now, if he could only forget that the person standing before him despised and looked down on him. Trying to get that teeny fact out of his mind, he instead concentrated at the task at hand.

Laying there on the floor, bound, with eyes on him from all around and the familiar sound of fapping in the air, Ren couldn't help but feel just a little stimulated. As Royal's large hands, glided along his torso, the boy couldn't surpress a light tremble run through his body. He couldn't deny it.. he was anticipating the stripper's actions. Ren's breath hitched, a gasp leaving him at the first pinch. His s were sensitive little ers. his lips, he looked Royal straight in the eyes: "I'll be as loud as you make me be~", he purred with an amused smirk. It was a challenge. Certainly not the smartest thing to do in this situation, but hey. What could happen? At the very worse he'd loose the capability to serve as a . He and his boss already discussed which ocean he should drown himself in then.

Just kidding.

Little whimpers and moans kept flowing out of him. First rare, then more and more frequently as Royal continued to toy around with his s. The man was getting plenty of noises out of the smaller; even some purrs and mewls that begged for more. But he was nonetheless pretty quiet at the moment. He was slowly getting hard, gosh he really was a . Ren's gaze eagerly followed Royal's hands and he instinctively bit his lip as the found it's way to his hardened nub, making him squirm and writhe. It tickled and sent small waves of pleasure into his body, with very short intervalls. By now his breathing had increased to a light pant.

@Ren Once Ren was cuffed nice and snug, Alex stood up and glanced at the customers. Unsurprisingly, they were which caused a smirk to appear on his lips. "Gentleman, should I give this boy here rough treatment?" He asked, to a response of hell yeahs from the men. He looked down at Ren with a look that read "You know what that means." Before he worked his leather pants off and threw them to some other man. Which one, he didn't know and he didn't care. Alex crouched down next to Ren, running his hand along the corset and swiftly working it off until he could see the boy's smooth, pale chest. This kid seriously needed a tan because damn, he was pasty. That didn't matter and he started to rub Ren's s, pinching them harshly. "And don't think of holding back. In fact, I want you to be loud." He nodded.

It was crazy just how much he was enjoying this. It was like beating someone up, but instead, it was ual torture and it felt amazing. It would be a stretch for him to outright hate the kid, but he just hated his life choice. Who was he to talk, though? He's a former drug seller turned stripper. Alex was no better. He wanted to be, however. And he would be, if he could do anything about it. He tugged on the small s, twisting them and flicking them with the hopes of getting a noise out of Ren.

After teasing the s with his fingers long enough, Alex leaned back on his heels and grabbed the , turning it on low before pressing it up against one of the boy's dusty pink s. It was obvious the men wanted him to the smaller, but he figured just teasing Ren until they came all over- probably on both of them- would be the best situation for both of them.

@Alex Pettyfer It only took a moment for Ren to comprehend how completely ed he was. Metaphorically.. for now. . So that was why Royal seemed to hate him. No, not seemed. He did hate him. He disliked that he was giving his body willingly and enjoyed it. It was an emotion Ren genuinely could not understand. Upon 'awakening' he learned from the people around him that there was absolutely nothing wrong with it and that is how he felt to this day. It was like working at a construction site to him. Eyes wide in surprise, even a flash of fear could be seen in them as his feet suddenly lost contact with the ground. A soft groan escaped him as he collided with the wall and Ren had to really concentrate not to frown and try to get away from the other as he kissed and d him. It was an odd situation really. Neither wanted it, but still they did it. It was also a situation, which Ren wasn't used to at all. This was supposed to be a normal bachelor party! How did it get ed up like this?!

But a job was a job, he told himself. He had to tell himself. Repeatedly.

Ren gave a disappointed whimper when Royal pulled away and watched his every move with eyes that burned with lust for the other male. It was an easy thing to do. The line between lust and hate was quite thin. his lips nervously, he bit down on them and watched the stripper pick out three basic toys: handcuffs, a and a ring gag. He took Royal's words as a rhetorical question, since he felt no desire to speak to him. Following along with the man's movements, Ren lay down on the floor, legs spread slightly and let himself be restrained. He rather liked restraints anyway and there were very necessary if he wasn't to shove the other off half-way through. Which was quite plausible at this rate.

"Be good and this'll be quick."

Should he? Go along with everything like a nice little pet? A glance at the clients told him otherwise. Clearly, they were greatly enjoying the not-exactly-gentle treatment Ren was getting. They liked it rough. Well... for now he'd see which way this was going. Maybe he didn't have to risk any bruising after all.

@Ren [] I wasn't going to haha

Alex raised an eyebrow at the request of the smaller and he leaned down to whisper back "I'm sorry, I take requests from clients and my boss, not s." He smirked faintly before biting on his ear. Good thing this kid looked like a girl, so this would be a little more tolerable. With ease, he picked up the boy and pressed him hard into one of the walls nearby with a flash of almost annoyance in his eyes. He began pressing hard kisses against the other's neck, harshly and nibbling along his veins. His hands crept up the skirt to his bare , massaging the globes roughly. No lie, though, his was oddly smooth and soft-- for a guy.

He pulled away with a small grunt and picked up the bag Ren brought with him. "Now what did you bring for us today, hm?" Alex tilted his head, emptying the contents of said bag onto the floor. There were various toys and he hummed in thought on which ones to use. Handcuffs, ...maybe that fancy gag that'll keep his mouth open too. The stripper selected those three, lightly kicking the others aside and he pulled Ren down onto the floor to lie down. Alex leaned down as he began cuffing the other's wrists together "Be good and this'll be quick." He whispered and leaned back to take in the sight before him. It almost aroused him. Almost.

@Alex Pettyfer Ren continued to do his thing, occasionally purring in feigned delight as the client attempted to pleasure him as well. Honestly, he'd always found that to be a drag. He was there to make them feel good, not the other way around. Not to mention he always felt awkward when he had to fake getting . At least when he was ing or getting ed, he genuinely felt a bit of pleasure. Meanwhile, Ren was very much aware of how "Royal" felt about him. Not very positively. What a . Ok, so maybe he was being oversensitive, maybe he was just imagining things. Actually, he was probably imagining things... But it really looked like he was being despised and looked down upon. He was used to it from customers occasionally, more then used to it from commoners that new about his occupation.. But a college (so-to-speak) from the entertainment industry?! That was just not fair, in his humble opinion.

And then it happened. He was told to stop, so he did and unconsciously followed the strippers lead in standing up. The next thing he knew, he had been shoved harder than he thought was necessary to make a point towards "Royal", barely managing to stop himself from falling into the other's arms. No way was he doing that. "Why don't you two put on a show for us?" And now it dawned on him. The s had planned this. No wonder they'f chosen a 'girl' and a guy. And there went another chip of his manliness. Well.. He was wearing a corset, so he wasn't sure if he had any at all, at the moment. Ren froze for a moment, but then relaxed and an almost innocent smirk (if that was even possible) found it's way on his lips. It almost transformed into a frown, when that arrogant of a stripper 'ordered' him to basically just come to him so that he could get this over with as quickly as possible. Charming.

Well, at least Royal wasn't lacking in the looks department.

Ren stepped closer to the taller, one leg finding it's way between the man's out of pure habit and one hand down the front of his pants. As his fingers d that covered , his thumb grinding lightly against Royal's slit, Ren's lips found their way up the man's neck to his earlobe. Nibbling on it gently, he took the time to whisper something into the man's ear. "You clearly dislike me, but please don't take it out on my body.", he asked, making sure that none of the clients heard it. Ren wasn't begging, there had been no desperation in his voice. It was a simply request, from one person to another. [OOC: please don't go easy on him haha]

@Ren As he performed, Alex zoned out and did as his body wanted and first he yanked the tie off, throwing it aside. Once he got back to reality, he had thrown his vest to one of the men and he couldn't help but notice all the clients were aroused-- that and the e all over three guys. Ironically, the blonde tended to frown upon , but it would be understandable if this kid were forced into it. However, he seemed to be doing it willingly, so he was already disgusting Alex. He glided away from the pole and got down on his knees in front of two of the customers. They weren't that much older than his 24, probably late 20s and early 30s, but they weren't in shape. He pulled out their throbbing s from their pants and he started to give one man a while pumping the other's .

These customers were a tad forceful, ing harshly into his mouth and pushing his head down...probably in vain attempts to make him gag. Joke's on them, though, he didn't have a gag reflex. Alex pulled off and switched , humming as he continued. This went on for about ten minutes before a man told the two-- presumably the stripper and the e-- to stop. He pulled back once more before standing up with a curious look. The host chuckled as he looked between the guys, shoving the e to Alex. "Why don't you two put on a show for us?" The men laughed. Oh hell no. Alex would gladly a guy off, do a lapdance, hell he would be okay with , but ing this tramp? He would be sure to quit after tonight- after ing the drag queen. "You heard the man, bend that sweet over." He ordered to the younger.

@Alex Pettyfer While he waited for the other entertainer to arrive, Ren took his time to get acquainted with the clients, exchanging names and kinks and limits and such. But when the stripper did arrive... Well that was definitely a surprise and it caught Ren completely off guard. He was expecting an androgynous person like himself to show up, but instead.. it ended up being the complete opposite. Tall, caucasian, buff and very ... masculine. Clearly, the customers today enjoyed a wide range of things. Ren felt a fragment of his own masculinity chip off and fall to dust as he caught himself getting mildly jealous over the other's build. After taking a glance around, he confirmed that indeed all attention was on the stripper that had just claimed the pole. And so, he just decided to lay back against the guy-who-was-currently-feeling-him-up's chest and watch. This was no competition and the client did come first, so he didn't feel like robbing the bachelor party of... "Royal"s performance. Although admittedly, he had snickered at the stage name. Quietly, of course.

After a minute and a half, Ren began to feel the customer's crotch stir and harden. The other customer's were in no different state and they drooled over the stripper's every move. There were only 5 people in total. As such not a lot, but he did begin to wonder why the hell they had only hired one . was nice and all, but it tired even the best of the best out. It would have been smarter to hire more people and Ren didn't think the stripper was going to bend over any time soon. But maybe he'd be the one bending over a client.. Hmm~ yes, that was more likely. Anyway. Taking note of the people's growing s, Ren began to grind his against the man's while his hands found their way to the crotches of the people sitting to his left and right. It took a moment to get into the right rhythm, but then he was rolling his hips against one man and massaging two other's through their jeans. He made sure to take it slow. There was no need for things to escalate too quickly.. He got paid by the hour after all.

@Ren Sitting in his room, Alex blew out some smoke from his cigarette as he sat on his mattress and stared blankly at all the damn boxes. Boxes he had spent the past week unpacking. Boxes that held memories of England and boarding school. Memories that he would honestly rather forget, if he could. He still had some drug money hidden in one of the boxes, but he had no idea where to hide it. Perhaps he'll convert it into won and become a million or billionaire here. With a chuckle, the blonde tossed the cigarette into the ashtray and headed to the bathroom.

As soon as he moved here, he was fortunate enough to get a job at the stripclub. During his first night, he was given a whole run down of what goes on there. Please the customers, do some y dances, prepare to lose clothing. But the big thing was that strippers and es hated each other with a deep passion. They saw each other as competition, which he didn't exactly understand. He assumed it was like when someone else was selling drugs on your own territory. You see them as competition and want them out because you're starting to lose profits. That happened to him once before...and he handled it with his fists.

After shaving and grooming himself, Alex took his motorcycle down to the stripclub and parked it outside. It was assumed to be an average night, but he had heard that there was to be a bachelor party inside. But there was no way in hell that they would want him, right? Besides, he didn't really like the idea of stripping for a bunch of men. He only did this job for the ladies, really. The blonde went backstage, putting on leather pants and a white vest along with red tie, normal attire for stripping. That and he oiled up his body so he was glistening. Not to mention, the outfit gave plenty of people a chance to look at his various tattoos, especially the tantalizing writing of his name in Japanese right above his crotch. That was a favorite.

Alex was about to head onstage until his boss pulled him aside, rather harshly, by the arm. He crouched down to listen to the short older woman. "Pettyfer, you're going to be in the VIP room all night. Don't ask, because I'm telling you." she hissed at him. He normally had no problem with the woman and she's the one who came up with his stagename Royal...but everyone adds Pain at the end because he can sometimes be a bit too much to handle. "There's this bachelor party full of rich guys. They wanted you specifically, but I'm not sure why. They brought a rather pathetic looking e here too, so be on your best today." He was flabbergasted that he was being pushed to such a huge gig, or it seemed that way. He had only been working there a week and wasn't even sure of what he was supposed to do. Why not choose one of the ladies here who has been working for a year or more? They would be tons more pleasing to a bunch of old rich guys. But he couldn't complain.

Walking to the VIP room, some of the ladies were screaming for him to come over and he gave his signature charming smile before shaking his head. Wow, this was definitely weird as hell. If his family could see him now, they would surely have a heart attack. Alex ran his fingers through his hair and relaxed, checking to make sure he looked presentable before stepping in with a smile proceeding a smolder. "I believe you gentlemen asked for me?" he chuckled as who appeared to be the host smirked and nodded at him. His blue eyes scanned the room and he noticed a drag queen sitting on one of their laps. Must've been the e. "You're in the presence of Royal now. Anything you guys need, I'll provide." Alex nodded and smoothly made his way to the pole on a platform.

@Alex Pettyfer "So what's up with today boss? I feel lonely~", Ren asked one of his superiors, leaning over the counter to play with collar of the man's shirt. He was at the brothel of course, where he worked, slept, lived and ate. It had become his home after waking up three years ago without a shred of memory. His boss - not the one he was talking to at the moment, but the one who'd picked him up - had decided he was 18, so that he could legally employ him. How old Ren really was, nobody knew. As the years had gone by, he learned the tricks of the trade. Selling himself was like breathing to him now, a completely natural process he didn't object to. But today was odd. Ren was in full garment, in accordance with today's theme: Moulin Rouge. Deciding to trick a few people, he was wearing thigh highs, a garter belt, a corset and a skirt that just barely hid his otherwise unclothed crotch. He'd even bothered to get himself a matching choker, but the bosses wouldn't let him take any customers. Yes, bosses. The in this establishment called all their pimps/superiors, boss. It was also policy to not tell the merchandise the specifics of their job until necessary, so Ren was completely in the dark about what was to come.

The man on the other side of the counter just smirked, smoked and tolerated the younger's fiddling. Ren was comparatively liked around here. He was uncomplicated, relaxed and didn't kick up a fuss when he was requested to do something more unconventional. Of course, he'd been "raised" that way after all. From the clueless kid to an easily manageable and well-behaved e. Ren was also fun to be around, at least for fellow employees and their employers. They often said he was a cool kind of cute. Only one thing greatly bothered them about him. His occasional headaches that ended in him blacking out. Or so Ren thought. In actuality, he switched identities with the ones living inside him and simply didn't remember any of it later on. His boss had witnessed it once and from then on, Ren was locked and tied up in his room whenever those migraines hit him again. Naturally, he had to make up for the money they lost, for in the meantime he could have been ing customers.

Finally, after about an hour of simply lounging around like a bum, his boss(es) decided to enlighten him. "You were hired for a bachelor party. It starts in an hour. Their car will be arriving in half an hour. You can just stay as you are, but pack some toys. They requested it. Oh, and these are big fish so be good, ok Ren?" The simply nodded, furrowing his brows and then tilted his head slightly to the side in thought. Just a bachelor party? Then why was he supposed to not screw anyone else for the entire day? Even if they payed a lot, his boss wasn't the type to try and preserve him in a good condition just for a bachelor party. There had to be more to it. "Soooo...", he began, "what's the catch here?" His boss eyed him for a moment, frowning. "...." ... "You're not the only one they hired for the party." This statement just confused him more, what did that explain exactly? "So who's coming along with me? Jerry? Luise?", Ren asked, a hint of curiosity in his voice. "Noone from here is accompanying you. The bachelor party is in the strip club downtown."

And now realization dawned on him. No. ing. Way. His mouth fell open in astonishment and his face took on one of dismay and horrification. A dry chuckle escaped him. No wonder boss was making sure Ren was all nice, tight and unused for the bachelor party. There was competition. It was more than rare for two people from different establishments to be working together and strippers were known to be a pain to deal with. All they could do was take their clothes off, but the brothel kept losing customers to the strip clubs. The latter was more accepted and a lot cheaper after all. To summarize, they weren't exactly liked in these areas. Nevertheless, Ren packed a few things together and half an hour later, he was sitting in the car, on his way to the strip club. By the time they'd arrived at the illuminated club, he'd begun to question whether his attire was suitable. After all, not everyone liked cross-dressing, but the boss had told him to leave it on, so.... Ah well. He could always take it off later.

With a smile in his lips, he approached the room he'd been pointed to, ignoring all the looks he got from other customers and strippers. He was kind of curious, what was the guy - was it a guy? - he was working with like? Ren opened the door without knocking, poking his head inside first. Immediately, his trademark smirk appeared on his face and he winked at a random person. "Hello dear customers~ I'm Ren.", he said casually, but the flirtatiously teasing undertone couldn't be missed as he entered the room. He was welcomed with some whistling, a cheer and the request that he should make himself comfortable on someone's lap. He did exactly that. No stripper to be seen yet.

@Jaejoong Heechul sighed as he looked beside him and Jaejoong was gone without a trace he groaned hating the fact he left he grabed his coat and began walking the night streets as he tried to speed up getting away from the club guard. He never had explain to anyone he hated what he does but he had to do it. He needed to support himself and sense he never had gotten affection love or care for anyone is why he tolerated his job.. The beatings the raps it filled up his empty hole some what.. Some one actually paying attention to him even thou it was in the wrong ways .. But with Jaejoong it was quite a difference it felt the other actually cared he wasn't sure but to Heechul or was hard to believe Ofc he felt that he wasn't enough to be love by anyone there for he endure his pain yes indirect it more like enjoy it because it was a sigh of affection from others .

@Heechul Jaejoong really did want the best for Heechul, but he wasn't the type to insist on things several times. He didn't want treatment? Fine. Then he wasn't getting any. But he also wasn't going to get to play with him. Because he'd only weigh Jaejoong down. Hesitantly, he got up as well, silently observing the club guards behaviour. Heechul really was the victim for everybody. The doll one could beat up as they liked and Jaejoong did not understand why he put up with it. But if he did… maybe he liked it? Then Jaejoong could play with Heechul too. Eyeing the other, he decided he'd do just that. Eventually. For now… his neighbour was calling. And just like that he vanished without a trace.

@Jaejoong Heechul groaned as he tried to get up and stand straight he hissed at the pain as he bit his broken lip .." Why did you call I'm alright " he asked turning around to look down at the other as he pulled on his hand to make him stand up with him .." Let's go" he said softly as he smiled looking up at the full moon he rubbed his side standing there .when he saw one of the club guards standing on the light .." What do you want er?" He gazed at him and walks forwards.." Stay away from me for tonight would ya? I don't want your money tonight im not in the mood as you can see " he snapped out the beaten divs rolled his eyes

@Heechul No way in heaven or hell was Jaejoong ignoring broken ribs. And what was that about being ? Why Heechul didn't want to get out of there was a mystery to him. It must be awfully suffocating. Well, maybe the other was a mental masochist? He seemed like one. Hmm~ "No one would ever call me a hero, but you.", he said honestly. Jaejoong wasn't sure what he thought of the new nickname but in the end, did it really matter what he was addressed as? It did not. Pulling out his phone, he speed dialled the ambulance and then just sat there with Heechul, waiting for it to arrive.

@Jaejoong Heechul tilted his head and chuckle softly .." I'm alright it does but I have deal with this before surprising he didn't me" he shrugged as he still somehow held onto the other.." No don't Jae I'm fine let's go have our fun time " he smiled almost darkly as he gazed up into jaeioongs dark lidded eyes .." Again..thanks for saving me" he hummed .." I'm calling you hero for now owm no one else is allowed to cal you that " he sighed.." Is my name for you" he smiled not that he cared if he herd others call him that right is not likened get jelouse or anything

@Heechul Jaejoong smiled in content and pet the other gently. However, Heechul's next words turned his smile in a big old frown. The neighbour would have to wait. "That's not good.", was all that he could bring out. "Does it hurt?", he asked, curiosity mingling with the little concern he was capable of feeling. It's not like he didn't care about his friend, but his empathetic side was close to non-existent. "We should call an ambulance.", he hummed thoughtfully. Moving around with a broken rib was not a good idea. He knew that, because he'd broken a man's rib once and then he'd stumbled away and in effect he'd punctured his own lung. And then he died. So Heechul shouldn't move around.

@Jaejoong Heechul smiled as he gazed down.." I'd love to " he was being serious again something about this man before him draw him to do things he wouldn't think of doing and he was fine with the feel of it .." If his a bad man he should be punished" he hummed throwing his head back groaning in pain resting his head against jaeioongs shoulder again breathing in deep.." I think that er broke my ribs" he stated as he buried his face on jaeioongs shoulder

@Heechul Jaejoong smiled to himself and looked to the side at Heechul. Should he.. take him with him? Allow him to join him in his fest? He himself didn't mind. Okay, maybe he was just a little reluctant. His playtime was very… personal and private and "No, I like to do it alone.", he stated matter-of-factly and with a slight purse of his lips. A moment later he'd changed his mind. Maybe it would be fine? Maybe it would even be more fun with Heechul? "I'm going to play with him first, do you want to help? He's a bad man." Well, yeah his neighbour was no angel. In fact he was an abusive, chronically drunk father but everybody had sinned in one way or another. So Jaejoong and his spirits labelled all their victims as bad people.

@Jaejoong Heechul blinked as he looked up at Jaejoong.." Your w-what" he bit his lip shaking his head.. Why would that some what fascinate Heechul.. He knew Jaejoong was like this they've know each other about quite sometime and he was the only male he can feel protected with along the other lines where he had spurts of growing feelings for the raven hair man." Kill your neighbour".. He hummed lightly as he caressed the others hair lightly trough his finger tips .." Can I go with you? As in witness " he asked he was being quite serious too

@Heechul Savouring the taste on his lips, Jaejoong took a moment to the red droplets up and then turned to stare at a random moving object on the street. Still sitting on the bench, legs crossed and arms resting on his thighs a wicked and quite common (for him) smirk appeared once more. The spirits were quite and nothing stopped him from openly admitting his homicidal intent. "I'm going to kill my neighbour~", he hummed quietly, his voice dripping with excitement.

@Jaejoong Heechul blinked when he felt the kiss but at that weak state he allowed this.. He felt the others lips on his and responded to the kiss breathing lightly between the others lips as he tilted his head his blood dripped anti on jaeioongs lip due to his broken lip.." What kind of fun.." The other whisperd as he layed his head on the others shoulder

@Heechul Jaejoong was completely immersed in his trance-like imagination of seeing his neighbour in a deliciously lethal state. His eyes stared right through the other and he subconsciously his lips, already looking forward to the blood fest that awaited his new victim. Only when Heechul nuzzled into him, did he begin to awaken and finally noticed that he was breathing heavily. A sinister grin cracked on his chiselled features and his eyes flashed dangerously. "I'm going to have a lot of fun.", he chuckled darkly and then leaned forward, pressing his lips against the corner of the other's mouth in a quick peck.

@Jaejoong Heechul tilted his head as he let out the smoke and trew it on the ground after a few pumps of it it relaxed his pain and odd Toughts he had about the other..damn it he still felt him there'll he blinked as he still tasted blood on his lower lip unconsciously he sootch closer to the other and grabbed his face.." Are you alright?" He whisperd runing his nails trough his raven hair..deeply he gazed into jaeioongs dark orbs in his eyes and lean in close nuzzling him .." Calm down.." He whisperd ..

@Heechul Jaejoong growled softly at the response, partly because he could never get used to being called 'sweetheart'. It was interesting and piqued his curiosity about the character before him every time. Silently he watched Heechul smoke his way into the good life. It unsettled him a little, because those drugs always made the spirits go wild and Jaejoong couldn't suppress a flinch as his head started to pound again. Groaning the picture of a man who lived near him appeared in his mind, accompanied by a chorus of the usual. Oh wait, not the usual. Waah! He got to have some fun this time! Jaejoong was chuckling to himself before he noticed it himself. Drugs really were no good for him.

@Jaejoong Heechul gasp slightly as he moaned softly again at the feel .." I have to do what I have to do don't I? No ones going to do it for me sweetheart" the diva chuckled holding his side . He felt the others warm tounge on his skin still. It was on his mind he wonderd why he most deffently tried to get out out. The only man that can make the diva like this was Jaejoong non other and he's been trying to keep this odd weird feeling away from him self specially when being near the other .." Do I love it? Ofc I love the attention is the only affection or attention I. Get in my ty life" he snap softly as he took a pot cigar from his coat and began to smoke till drugs were his escape to avoid reality and real feelings

@Heechul Jaejoong showed a rare smile at the sounds Heechul gave from him and hummed in content. Leaning forward to the wound once more, he wondered if he could make him do that again. "Do you like this job?", he suddenly asked, now sitting cross-legged on the bench. His eyes continued to wander across the male's body and Jaejoong made no attempt to hide his ogling. "Do you like people drooling over you as you dance on the stage and take your clothes off?" His words came out sharp and he sounded very much displeased. Why? Jaejoong wasn't really sure why. Oh, right. Because Heechul wastes his blood in there. That's definitely the only reason.