Psycho!Yibo

@X. Zhan Because of Zhan's insistence (if it could be considered that) for Yibo to attend his own graduation ceremony, the senior found himself standing back on the campus grounds with his boyfriend again, himself dressed in black robes and the matching black cap. He had his phone on him and nothing else, since he's need to separated from his boyfriend for the time being. He had no doubts that Zhan would stay the entire time and would give him no worries, but Yibo would like to reunite with the older male as soon as he could after the ceremony, especially since it was a tedious long one too.

Practice for graduation, unfortunately, had been mandatory, so Yibo had gone through all of the steps without any excitement or anticipation - not that there was much for him to begin with. This was his fourth time sitting through the graduation speeches and he had practically memorized the order that the names were being called in now. As he ascended the stage when it was his turn, he turned to look at the sea of people in the bleachers, clapping for their family and friends. In that one glance, Yibo didn't see Zhan, and so none of the applause was meaningful to him. The urge to hurry off the stage became even bigger. So, he shook the provost's hand, accepted his diploma, and headed off the stage.

When he was finally freed, Yibo checked his phone for Zhan's whereabouts. He received the text, and headed straight over to the statue, looking for a spec of white in a sea of black. Zhan's white shirt was clean and easily identifiable, not to mention that his boyfriend was on the taller end and his sharp looks contrasted everyone else's around him. Yibo flashed the older a smile, genuine albeit small. He was relieved to see his boyfriend amidst such a large crowd, the people's figures and talking blurring out as he focused in on one single person. Zhan's open arms sent his heart racing, and without thinking much into it, Yibo made a dash for the older male, enveloping himself in Zhan's embrace. The next moment, he heard himself saying, "Thank you for coming. Zhan-ge. I'm glad you could come for me."

Yibo was once again captivated by this very same smile, the one that had intertwined their paths together and that he had been searching for all this time. He finally found it, and it was here to stay.

@W. Yibo Zhan was, in fact, not sure if he believed Yibo completely, but with the younger's intimidating figure between him and the door, all Zhan could do was nod. He leaned backwards until he was lying flat against the mattress, their combined weights dipping it down. "I know," Zhan answered quietly, letting himself relax so his body filled Yibo's hands. "I trust you."

The day of Yibo's graduation was sunny, without a cloud in the sky. Yibo had to go ahead first into the convocation hall, leaving Zhan to go through the guest entrance on his own. It had been long, much too long since Zhan had last set foot on university campus, but Zhan's steps were automatic like they recognized the path they stepped on. Zhan let them guide him, his head lowering when he passed the administrative building and the residences. There were thoughts that kept trying to surface, but Zhan did not give them a chance too manifest. He kept his mind busy by examining every little detail he could like the smell of fresh cut grass in the air and the warmth of the sun sinking into his skin rather than the white fabric of his dress shirt.

The ceremony was long, Zhan thinks when they're finally released. Two hours of sitting for a fleeting glimpse of Yibo. He smiled when the younger went upstage to receive his honours, waving with the hand that wasn't holding the camera. Zhan's heart swelled with an unidentifiable emotion watching his boyfriend.

Once the ceremony was over, Zhan went out into the courtyard first to wait for Yibo. He let Yibo know he was standing beside the statue at the west end, his fingers trembling as he typed out the message. All fo a sudden, he was very anxious to see Yibo. He kept a keen eye out for the younger in a sea of black heads and robes. It had been maybe three hours since he parted ways with Yibo, and it felt like too much. He needed to feel Yibo's arms around him again, feel their bodies pressed flush together in a promise of eternity. His searching eyes became more frantic, until he whirled around and stopped at Yibo's approaching figure. He was fighting his way through a sea of students and friends and families. Zhan opened his arms, a smile lifting the corners of his lips hesitantly at first, then broadly for the man he loved. "Yibo!"

@X. Zhan Yibo had to remind himself every now and then that the male in front of him was wholly, totally, and utterly his now. His and his alone. No one would be able to take Zhan away from him, and Zhan himself would never think of leaving. That was all the reassurance Yibo needed.

He closed the bedroom door softly behind him, the little notch falling into place securely with a click. Yibo sauntered over to the bed at leisure, seeing the older male situated at the edge of the bed, his eyes lowered ever so demurely. Yibo bent over, just slightly so he could tip Zhan's chin back and make their eyes meet again. "Do you want me, Zhan-ge?" he asked his boyfriend, his question only bearing one correct answer. Yibo held Zhan's gaze, the faintest outline of a smile on his lips as he stepped forward, pressing the older male back...and back..and back until Zhan's back met the mattress, Yibo hovering above him. A hand ran imposingly down Zhan's tense sides, stroking as if that would somehow calm the other's nerves. "Relax." Yibo reminded him again, moving Zhan's hand away from the hem of his sweater and Yibo's own hand taking its place there instead, "You know I'd never hurt you, don't you Zhan-ge?"

@W. Yibo Zhan grunted softly, pressing forward whenever Yibo receded and pulling back when the other came forward. A low whine built up at the base of his throat at the sensation of Yibo's teeth scraping over his mouth. They stood, together, before breaking their kiss. Zhan pulled away with his eyes a little wild, his hair mussed, chest heaving. It took everything in Zhan not to bolt, though even if he decided to run he knew his stamina was not nearly enough to last him a block down the street. Besides, why would he run, he thought as he followed Yibo's swaying silhouette as the younger led the way through the dimming halls to the bedroom. Their bedroom, since that was where Zhan had been sleeping every night now.

He knew what was coming. Even a blind man could see that. Zhan sat at the edge of Yibo's bed, fidgeting with the hem of his sweater. He did not make a move, only shifted up higher on the bed slightly before sitting stone still, as if he were an offering for Yibo. It was evident that he was barely scraping by 'relaxed', his muscles tight beneath the soft material of his jumper as he watched Yibo, like an animal ready to spring away.

@X. Zhan Hearing his name roll off of Zhan's tongue, ever so gently, ever so demure, Yibo couldn't help but yearn to hear it once more. He hummed softly in acknowledgement and reached a hand out to take one hand from Zhan that was resting on his shoulder, lacing his fingers with Zhan's as he brought the older male closer to him for another kiss. Yibo was a little bit more forceful this time, more pressure between their lips that required Zhan to reciprocate if he didn't want his head to be pushed back. Theirs lips that were once very familiar with each other re-introduced themselves, getting familiar once again without much thought. Zhan's lips were softer now that he was better hydrated, and they were the same thickness as before, leaving Yibo a little sense of satisfaction as he was able to leave a little nip on the lower lip to tease. He pulled away only moments later, eyes clouded as he gave his boyfriend a little tug, "Bedroom." he commanded softly, voice firm but unassuming, without any intentions of scaring the timid male. Yibo even smiled a little, letting go of Zhan's hand and giving a little flick of his chin for the older to go wait for him inside.

@W. Yibo Zhan felt himself freeze up when Yibo's lips touched his. It couldn't have lasted very long, but he was startled nonetheless. The last time Yibo had properly kissed him, Zhan was pressed into the mattress and spread apart forcefully. Instinctively, he closed his eyes and braced for a blow. It never came, and when he opened his eyes again, Yibo's face was simply inches away, as if waiting for Zhan's reaction or reciprocation.

Exhaling slowly, Zhan's fingers curled around the back of his chair and the edge of the table as he inched forward to close the distance between their lips. He kissed like a chaste maiden, clumsy and unfamiliar. The initial press of his mouth against Yibo's was stiff and unpracticed. Slowly, Zhan massaged his lips against Yibo's, rolling the flesh of their mouths with varying degrees of intensity as he struggled to find a happy medium. His hands found their new purchase on Yibo's shoulders, steadying himself more than the younger. "Yibo," he said quietly when they parted, his lips moist with a layer of saliva. He paused, lost and bewildered in the moment. Zhan's eyes were wide with an innocence of sorts, but they held an unmistakable hint of longing for what he and Yibo could have been long ago.

@X. Zhan Zhan's nimble fingers still danced across the keyboard of Yibo's keyboard as if he had never left a day in the life of being administrative secretary. Zhan knew where to input the information, and attended to every detail with precision. Unlike him, Yibo's eyes were not fixated on the screen. Rather, the younger found that he enjoyed kissing his boyfriend like so. It had been a while since Yibo had tried to do anything, since Zhan was so demure and skittish nowadays he didn't want to send the older into a panic attack with unnecessary intimacy. The fact that Yibo could hold the male in his arms every day to bed was already more than he had expected.

When Zhan obediently turned the laptop screen slightly so Yibo could see the completed form and the confirmation popup window, Yibo smiled. It was a small one, just the flicking up of the corner of his lips. His gaze flickered at the screen before he nodded his head, reaching a hand out to fold the laptop in half. "Thank you, Zhan-ge." he hummed, the low buzz coming from the depths of his throat. He noticed the timid expression on Zhan's face, the way the older's eyes wouldn't be able to hold his before they were cast downwards. Gently, Yibo pressed two fingers under Zhan's sharp chin, tilting the older's head back just slightly. Their eyes met, Yibo's full of intent as he leaned in to kiss Zhan. It wasn't forced like times before, but rather a gently lingering peck that allowed Zhan to adjust before Yibo captured his lips in a full kiss - it was the first one in a while, just like the ones they shared when Yibo first began to fall for Zhan.

@W. Yibo "You would?" Zhan asked, almost in disbelief. He had barely said anything convincing, only that he wished to be there as Yibo's family when he graduated. Hesitantly, Zhan took Yibo's laptop and slid it in front of him, clicking through the links with Yibo seated at his side, watching his every movement. He did not doubt that Yibo wouldn't hurt him, but there was something that told him to be careful all the same. Zhan startled when he felt lips press against his neck, his heart picking up in pace at the unexpected moment.

Zhan was very careful with the details as he filled out the online form with Yibo's name and contact details. He gave everything a once over before pressing submit, letting the laptop angle so it stayed in full view for Yibo the entire time. "It's all finished," Zhan announced once the confirmation page appeared, the text assuring the tickets would be mailed well before the convocation date. Zhan turned to Yibo, finding their faces within inches of each other's. He felt very shy all of a sudden, his gaze dropped quickly to Yibo's lap. "I'm looking forward to it."

@X. Zhan Public displays like this were never Yibo's style - in fact he'd choose to avoid the crowd where necessary. Besides, even if he did choose to go, Yibo wouldn't know anyone there, and it would be a waste of his time. Time that he would much rather be spending with Zhan anyways. Yibo was balancing his statements, glancing up and down from the records in his hand to the records on his computer screen, his tongue ing outward in concentration.

"You should go," Yibo suddenly heard Zhan saying again, causing him to look up. He noticed the Convocation paper was in front of the older male again, and Zhan was eyeing it timidly.

"Hm?" Yibo asked, leaning forward to inquire further.

"It's a one-time thing. And I would like to go... for you."

Well...that didn't sound so bad. Yibo smiled upon hearing the suggestion, reaching forward and swiping the slip of paper out from under Zhan again, re-examining it. "You'd go for me?" Yibo asked, pursing his lips and considering the suggestion. "You know...I think I'd like that." he said, typing up the small blue link from the card onto his computer, "Let's book tickets then." he agreed, turning the screen over to his boyfriend, "Let's do it together." he said, getting up to stand behind Zhan and letting him choose the tickets. While watching his boyfriend's demure movements, Yibo couldn't help but to press a chaste kiss against Zhan's neck.

@W. Yibo Zhan watched Yibo's facial expression as he examined the paper from peering through his lashes. His hands folded together in his lap, and for some reason Zhan was beginning to feel rather nervous. Why didn't Yibo think that it was important? Zhan was genuinely proud of the younger, watching him work away so hard for the past few months, and he remembered being happy at his own graduation even if his parents only showed up half-way through and missed when it was his turn to receive his diploma.

'Am I not your family?' Zhan thought as he watched Yibo return to his work, sliding the paper back in front of him and examining it carefully. He didn't move for a few minutes, reading the fine script of the paper advising for students to request convocation tickets for the upcoming Spring graduation. He knew Yibo was definitely graduating, as he had met all his requirements and had even mentioned once a long time ago that he'd already submitted the request to graduate. When Zhan first began to date the younger, he had always assumed he would be there for Yibo when he walked across the stage. "You should go," Zhan encouraged quietly, his head bowed still. He had become a lot more soft-spoken these days, and he had never wanted to push Yibo to do anything he didn't want to. "It's a one-time thing. And I would like to go... for you."

@X. Zhan From one month to the next, Yibo was beginning to embrace the feeling of being depended on by someone else. He could pinpoint a feeling to gratification - one where he could come home every day to his brightly apartment where Zhan was waiting for him. As Zhan began to readjust to the previous lifestyle they had before, in which he would wake with his arms around Yibo in the day and fall asleep in Yibo's arms at night, the younger finally began to lose a genuine interest in doing anything else but repetition of this same routine. There was color in Zhan's face now, enough so that the little upwards curving of his lips into a small smile made his face glow. Yibo had been waiting long to see that smile again - semblance to the one he had seen when they first met. It wasn't exactly the same, but knowing that Zhan was smiling because of Yibo, this smile was prettier to the younger.

The first few months when Zhan had been in captivity, Yibo had dedicated more time to the older male than he did at school, obviously finding no incentive to be on campus when the person occupying his mind was at home. It was only when Zhan began to show signs of improvement did Yibo begrudgingly resume his study habits, doing minimal work to get by. He indulged himself by spending most of his time with Zhan, and when the older male was willing to go out more often, Yibo made up for the days Zhan was inside by bringing them to quiet date locations - places that they could enjoy the scenery, maybe some food, and each other's presence.

Even at night, when Yibo was simply paying the bills and submitting his half-assed homework, Zhan was sitting by his side, shuffling through stacks of letters and advertisements so helpfully. Yibo had never asked Zhan to help, he simply wanted his boyfriend's company while doing tedious work, but when he saw long fingers moving through the stacks of letters and sorting through the different statements, Yibo found satisfaction in watching too, eventually getting distracted with the beauty in front of him.

"What's this?" Zhan suddenly asked, causing Yibo's gaze to shift upwards.

"Hm?" he replied, reaching out to take the small slip of paper from Zhan, "Let me see..." he said, reading it once over before throwing it to a side, "Nothing important," he assured the older male, focusing his eyes back on his dimly lit laptop screen. Zhan knew what a Convocation was, since he had worked in the administration for so many years, so Yibo assumed the older wasn't asking about that. "It's for all the family and friend celebrations anyway. I don't need to go." he said, exhaling as he completed his transaction for another statement.

@W. Yibo Zhan was surprised to find that he didn’t oppose his own recovery after his recent change in mindset. He let Yibo feed him, clean him, and brush his hair without putting up a fight. He wasn’t sure why he hadn’t learned this before - stop fighting, and Yibo would treat him well, as he always had. Slowly, over the course of weeks, Zhan began to regain his strength. He was able to stay seated upright for longer and longer each day. The strength in his jaw returned and he was beginning to stomach more solid foods. The patches of bruising on his cheek faded away and the cuts Yibo inflicted on him had healed neatly, turning into thin, pale lines.

It took another two months after that for Zhan to willingly utter words again, his voice thin and shaky. He asked for Yibo to stay when the younger seemed to be about to leave the room. It felt good to touch Yibo, the man he loved and loves, without feeling the need to flinch and hide away. It felt good for Yibo to touch him back without feeling like the younger was going to hurt him again in any way. It felt good to pretend the past few months had never happened. Zhan would be lying if he said he didn’t miss it. He craved to curl up beside Yibo like they used to, hold hands with him in the privacy of their own space, kiss him with the innocent approach Zhan only knew.

Another two months passed, and Zhan went out with Yibo for the first time in half a year. When they passed by a shop window, Zhan glanced at his blurred reflection for a lingering second. He was skinnier than he used to be, his shape less filled out and his cheeks more sunken in. But his eyes weren’t void of life anymore, and he looked like he could be happy when he lifted up one corner of his lips. Maybe he /was/ happy. He tore his gaze away from the window and back to Yibo, who looked the same as the cheerful and innocent boy who would incessantly pester him with calls each day in the office.

That night, Zhan organized Yibo’s bills for him while the younger worked on his laptop. When Zhan moved to jot down a few numbers, he noticed the way the cuff of the sleeve of his shirt no longer fit snugly around his wrist anymore. It jarred him like a bad dream. He didn’t think he could recall the details of what had happened. It felt like a long time ago, or just a traumatic nightmare. But the longer he stared at his wrist, the more he seemed to be able to recollect the pangs of hunger he suffered, the way his skin tightened over his bones when the little fat he held on his body melted away. Over the past few months, the memories had ebbed away as easily as the bruises that once marred his skin. Zhan did not want to remember them, and he supposed his consciousness knew that.

Shaking his head, he reached for the next envelope in the pile of letters. It was emblazoned with the Chongqing University's seal on the front, and Zhan slit the end open without a single thought of what Yibo would have liked him to do with it. A single, stiff piece of paper the size of a phone fell out when Zhan shook the envelope. 'Convocation', it read. Zhan held it up, waving it to get Yibo's attention from across the dinner table. "What's this?"

@X. Zhan When Zhan's arms weakly wrapped around his waist, Yibo froze in place. He hesitated for a moment, the suddenly rapid thrumming in his heart making him feel slightly weak, slightly queasy. Was Zhan reciprocating Yibo's advances now? Unknowingly, a little smile appeared on the younger's lips as the hold around him stayed for a moment. He allowed himself to move, still a little terse in his actions but eventually holding Zhan around his shoulders, pulling the older close and lean himself against Yibo. "I love you, Zhan-ge." Yibo heard himself saying, starting to the older's rough hair. His voice came out in a hushed murmur, very deep and erupting from the back of his throat. He didn't know what ticked in Zhan, but whatever it was, it gave Yibo a sense of satisfaction. It felt like he had finally won a game. He stayed there for a while, crouched in that position and holding the older male in his arms, rocking slowly and enjoying the moment.

For once, it wasn't the act of scaring someone that excited Yibo, it was the sense of feeling Zhan lean on him, give in and not show any indifference, disdain, or contempt for Yibo. Was this acceptance? Did this count as acceptance? The younger's hold tightened slightly around Zhan's slouched shoulders, thinking that maybe Zhan's acceptance meant that Yibo had finally won at his own game.

@W. Yibo Zhan heard the click of the door opening and then swinging open, and he managed to flit his gaze up for a second to meet Yibo's eyes before dropping it back towards the ground. He heard the soft sound of something being set down beside him, but remained still. When a touch cupped his face, though, Zhan surprised himself by jerking. It wasn't an obvious motion, but the most subtle flinch when Yibo's palm touched his cheek. But there was no blow, no suffering that came with the gentle pressure against his face. Zhan moved no further from it.

How much longer, he thinks. How much longer was he supposed to fight it until it stopped. Would it ever? He swallowed, his throat throbbing when he did. Yibo cared for him, still, he thinks. Yibo wanted him alive, for some reason. Maybe, just maybe, if Zhan got better, Yibo would get bored? Finish him? Zhan didn't know. He was just /tired/. Slowly, he leaned forward, into Yibo's touch, until his chin rested on Yibo's shoulder. His arm shook as he lifted them and settled them around the younger's waist. It felt /good/. When he closed his eyes, he could almost imagine the time when everything was /fine/, and he could hold Yibo whenever he liked without having to feel like what he was doing was /disgusting/.

@X. Zhan The successful installation of the IV drip had given Yibo a sense of relief. Relief led to conviction, and Yibo became even more resolute to find his Zhan back again. He had tried to get closer to Zhan, tried to touch the older male without being repelled in the same distant manner of all the previous attempts before it. That afternoon, when Yibo came home, he deposited his belongings by the couch, only a small plastic bag containing a take-out container filled with soup in hand as he made his way to Zhan's bedroom. The IV was doing its job perfectly well, but Yibo had gone the extra mile today, wanting to see if there would be any progress with his boyfriend.

Upon clicking the door open and swinging it aside to reveal the dark bedroom inside, Yibo saw that Zhan was no longer curled up in the bed, the blank expression on his face. Instead, there was blood trickling down the male's arms, his tattered shirt and pants starting to look baggier by the day as his body thinned. What was most surprising to Yibo though, was that Zhan had collapsed on the floor, looking so utterly helpless that the younger immediately set the soup down on the table and went over to help the older male up.

Crouching at the side of the bed to Zhan's side, Yibo gently reached a hand out, cupping the older's cheek and raising Zhan's face to meet his own. Zhan's lips were dry and cracked, deprived of a smile for weeks. His eyes looked watery and tear stains seemed to be caking on his face. Yibo sighed softly, stroking the other's cheek with his thumb, a moment of silence between them as he stared ever so deeply into the older's unreadable eyes.

@W. Yibo Zhan came to one day to a sharp prickling in his elbow. He opened his eyes to the sight of a needle sliding in his skin, right at the joint of his elbow, and a tube resting against his forearm. He tried to laugh, but only a soft wheezing sound could be produced from his dry throat. It looked so ridiculous, he thought, and it was even sillier that Yibo thought that could keep him fed. He closed his eyes again, and made a mental note to rip the horrid thing out of his arm when Yibo left.

He never did get around to taking it out of his arm. Zhan found that he lacked the energy to even twitch his fingers or open his eyes again. He let the stupid thing bring him his energy back, until he was conscious enough to blink and move on his own. It was a weird feeling, to be able to have the energy to move his limbs. His hand seized as he jerked at the needle in his arm, jerking it out at a rather odd angle. It elicited a twitch in his facial muscles, but he barely felt the pain or blood beginning to trickle down his forearm from the opening. Instead, he flung his legs over the bed, collapsing when his fatigued muscles could not bear his weight.

Yibo was trying to keep him alive, Zhan thought. Truly, for some reason. When he could just give up and dispose of Zhan like he'd done to his mother, Meiqi... Zhan knew Yibo did not have to waste all this time and resources on him, no matter how much he wished the other did.

@X. Zhan Ever since Zhan had tried to impale himself on Yibo's knife, the younger had a new duty in cleaning the wound that came with the attempt. He had just gone out to buy more bandages and ointment, not wanting there to be a scar on Zhan's abdomen. The older male had twitched at the beginning when the iodine solution seeped into his fresh wound, but even now when Yibo was dressing it, he got hardly any reaction from Zhan. Something in the younger just refused to let this shell of a man die.

The majority of his days were now spent tending to Zhan, whether it be cleaning the older with a warm wet towel since Zhan had long stopped responding to any means of getting him to shower or feed himself. Yibo had also being doing some online research for a portable IV that he could install in the older's room, since the puree mouth-feeding process was getting harder and harder when Zhan was letting more of it spill each time. Yibo could sense that the older male sometimes wanted to just die from suffocation, and so the nose-pinching technique didn't work as nicely as the younger had hoped anymore.

Regardless of how tiresome it was, Yibo still perceived of the captive male as his boyfriend. He had long discarded the evidence that pointed to all his murders of the past, and now, he didn't seem to have an interest in doing that anymore. This was perhaps the first time he successfully got to break someone, and there were no external obstacles in his way anymore. Zhan's refusal to acknowledge Yibo was the only obstacle now, but no violence or threats could solve that, Yibo understood now.

@W. Yibo The next few days? Weeks? They all passed in a blur. Each minute was torturously slow, yet in the blink of an eye, Zhan had gone through several meals of puree being forced down his throat and several long sessions of sleep that he woke groggily to. It was hard to tell whether it was day or night anymore, since thick curtains had been set up and Zhan never bothered looking out of it anyway, even when Yibo took off his shackles.

Yes. His restraints were cut, he realized. He didn't even know since when he had been freed - it just came to him one day that he realized he could move his legs without the sound of chains accompanying his movement. The first thing he did with this newfound knowledge was try and impale himself on the knife Yibo often threatened him with. It didn't work, though he did end up giving himself a nasty cut across his abdomen. That was the last he saw of the knife, and there was nothing else in the room that he could use to just wake himself from this horrid nightmare. He tried to stop eating, but Yibo would simply pinch his nostrils shut and slide pureed food down his throat, which he reflexively choked on before swallowing what little made past his throat.

Zhan /thinks/ it's been a month. He started scratching little notches into the wall to mark down how many times he's waken from what he /thinks/ is a longer sleep, but he wasn't sure at all. There was a weight that settled over his bones and plagued his mind that did not allow him to move or function much. He fell out of bed, his knees pressing into the hardwood floor. 'God?' He asked silently, because he could not seem to trust his voice. 'Why me?' It felt stupid, since he was never even religious in the first place. But it was the only plausible explanation to why he'd been thrown into this situation now. Zhan must've done something terrible in his past life. When nothing came in response, not a sign or a message, Zhan sat up, his hands pushing feebly against the floor to aid himself, an exhaustion washing over him as he conceded to defeat.

@X. Zhan Since the day Yibo had so forcefully taken Zhan, it almost seemed as the older male had changed into yet another different person. What was once a man hiding in his shell now appeared to be an empty shell of a man, whose attention and energy were completely gone and departed from his body. Yibo had come in to clean Zhan up a few more times, trying to get the older male to speak to him. And when that didn't work, he had forcefully ed Zhan under knife point at least three more times, but it didn't seem to change the older male's new aloof personality.

He had wondered if maybe Zhan had been so broken to the point that this game would no longer be fun anymore. Yibo was thinking that maybe was where the cycle would repeat itself once again, and he'd have to get rid of Zhan just like he did the rest of the ones before him. However, when he entered the room a few days ago, knife in hand, Zhan had lunged forward, trying to impale himself on the object. It was a striking action, one that Yibo did not anticipate. And since then, he had simply ditched the knife when going in. In fact, he had removed the older from his shackles that connected to the bed post. Now, he just left Zhan in a locked room, no way in or out. And just a part of him then refused the notion to kill Zhan. No, since he wanted to die, Yibo would most definitely not let him. The game had to go on.

@W. Yibo Zhan was screaming at one point, he thinks. He /thinks/ because he couldn't hear anything else for sure other than the ringing of his ears and Yibo's satisfied grunts as he slammed into Zhan. The tip of Yibo's length never failed to hit this one sweet spot of his, and it would send waves of pure ic bliss through him. But Yibo's hard member was also such an intrusion to the rest of his soft hole, abusing the insides without abandon. Zhan wept harder, incoherent begs and pleas spilling past his lips.

Zhan wanted to vomit at the sensation of Yibo filling him up. It was foreign and too /warm/ inside him, seeping into the cuts that had opened inside Zhan. His legs convulsed, his fingers twitching when Yibo pulled out of him without warning. Zhan cried out once more, his voice sounding unfamiliar to himself.

The door shut behind Yibo. The click of the lock was what seemed to bring Zhan some form of coherent thought. He felt disgusting, all of a sudden, the way fluids leaked out his abused entrance and smeared between his thighs in a mess of a metallic and salty smell. The way a thin layer of sweat covered his skin and matted hairs to his forehead. The way he cried so much and so hard his cheeks were still damp as he lay there, shivering and shaking from the stimulation. It was /disgusting/, and Zhan would do anything to rid himself of this sensation.

@X. Zhan A struggle from Zhan was long overdue, and so having this reaction from the older male now, when Yibo was trying to get off the most, was actually quite arousing. Having Zhan struggling underneath him, helpless and completely at Yibo's whim seemed to pump adrenaline through the younger's veins, and his paced s increased both in quantity and power, slamming so mercilessly into Zhan that if he were not shackled to the bed and held in place, his head would probably be bumping into the short headboard behind him now.

After what seemed like a long while, Yibo's long-awaited finally came. Without any regards to Zhan's readiness or feelings, and without any warning to the older (what was he going to do with it anyways?), Yibo released deep inside, a long, low-pitched groan coming from his throat as mixed with blood, filling Zhan's abused entrance. Yibo rocked his hips, riding out his and closing his eyes to let the euphoric feeling settle over him. "Look at you, Zhan-ge." Yibo hummed softly as he pulled out of the older male swiftly, letting Zhan's legs down and watching as the older male crumpled against himself on the bed, "You made such a big mess." Yibo chuckled, sliding off the bed and picking up the blade from the floor, pulling his pants back up and shoving it into his back pocket. "I'll be back to clean you up." he murmured, capturing a moment of Zhan's broken body in front of him like a screenshot, wanting to revisit this, "But you were quite a good boy. You'll get better at it, I'm sure."

@W. Yibo The feeling of rough lips against his was terrifying. Zhan had still not come to terms with the fact that Yibo was /inside/ him, and now were aggressive lips nipping at his, Yibo's hot and wet tongue pushing into his mouth. 'Why me?' he thought again, his knees pressing into Yibo's sides inadvertently as he was ed unceremoniously. Something warm trickled down between his cheeks, and the air was beginning to fill with a salty and metallic tang. Zhan lifted his hips reflexively when the viscous thing trailed further along his skin, but Yibo's animalistic s put him back down into the mattress.

Zhan was not going to feel any pleasure, and he was certainly not going to act like he was. When's Yibo's hand touched his cheek, he cried even harder, kicking out his leg despite Yibo's arms coiled around the underside of his knees, keeping him bent and folded. His begging was incoherent even to himself, his mind blank and filled with pain, fear. He was so /afraid/.

@X. Zhan Since Zhan was already gasping so pathetically to breathe anyways, Yibo thought he'd save the older some of his struggle, deciding to entirely cut off Zhan's airway as he leaned in and roughly pressed their lips together, also wanting to shush the older male up if he had nothing useful to say. And in the midst of his little groans and threats, Yibo wondered why he had never done this sooner. This feeling of owning the older male, having him at Yibo's mercy - it was thrilling. Sure, going the traditional romantic route probably would have required a little more time investment, but considering that Yibo waited until today to do anything, this was quite the patience he exhibited.

Yibo was actively chasing his , wanting to spill inside Zhan as a reminder to the older that this was the reality he'd have to accept now. With controlled s, Yibo made sure to shove his length all the way inside, then pulling out halfway and then harshly repeating the motions once more. Zhan couldn't do much to resist him, but he also showed no sign of caving under knife point, and since he posed no threat, Yibo deposited the blade behind him, off the edge of the bed. Grinning, he reached a hand out to roughly cup Zhan's cheek, wiping away the tears that were newly collecting at the older's cheeks and chin. "Relax Zhan-ge," Yibo chuckled as he felt the entrance tighten around him, "You'll learn to love it when you let yourself feel the pleasure."

@W. Yibo Zhan let out another crying moan, his head tilted back into the mattress beneath him to expose his neck. The cool metal of the blade kissed his skin, but even that was not as jarring as the burning sensation that spread through his bottom and his lower back. His spine dug into the mattress with each and lifted slightly off with each rough action Yibo did pulling back. Zhan couldn't pace his his gasps and groans of utter and absolute pain to breath. He ended up choking on his moans, feeling his skin flush from the inadvertent self-asphyxiation. "No- no, please," Zhan begged, clenching tightly around Yibo in his panic. He was being scraped /raw/ - no sensation he had ever felt was so- "Stop!" Zhan cried, the words tearing and cutting at his throat. "Don't love- don't want-"

@X. Zhan Oh, to get such a reaction from his Zhan-ge was quite refreshing. What may have hinted at boredom for Yibo as the older male slowly shelled himself away from the rest of the world had been worrisome, but now, a grin spread across Yibo's lips as he realized that he had nothing to be concerned about. "You will want this, Zhan-ge." the younger simply replied, holding still momentarily as Zhan writhed underneath him. A cold hand pressed against the other's exposed abdomen, and Yibo pushed Zhan back down on the bed, keeping him in place so easily with this simply action.

He then hooked his arms around Zhan's legs, spreading them apart as he began to . It was a tight process, but Yibo was getting himself off with the sound of Zhan's pleas beneath him, such that he was easily able to accustom himself to this feeling. The s were hard and timely, but they were also paced carefully so that Yibo could still catch every expression that appeared on Zhan's face. Eventually, as his length began to get more coated by precum and painting Zhan's walls, the ing motion became slightly easier. Yibo grinned, finally dropped the older's legs as he leaned in, knife readily pressing against Zhan's throat again, "Zhan-ge, you love this don't you? You love this. And you love me." he snarled menacingly to his boyfriend, each word enunciated with a .

@W. Yibo Zhan jolted when Yibo's cold hand touched the soft inside of his bare thigh. He barely had to time struggle before something hard pressed against his bottom. Zhan protested with unintelligible words, his voice shaking when the tip of Yibo's length began to breach his entrance. Of course, he had no reason for anything to be put /up there/ before, so the deeper Yibo pushed himself, the louder Zhan's long, crying moan got. Zhan's back arched off the mattress in his tension, and each time he inadvertently shifted his hips he would feel the large, intrusive object brush against his soft insides.

It stung so much. Zhan's tears filled with the heat of unshed tears as his toes, held up in the air, curled in response to the intrusion. "Stop," he gasped, his voice breaking with each tiny movement from Yibo, tearing at his insides. His bound hands pushed at Yibo's chest, his heart thumping alarmingly fast when it hurt so much he could do no more than shove feebly at Yibo. "No no no- I don't want this- Yibo, Yibo-"

@X. Zhan Feeling how Zhan was actively trying to kick him off, Yibo could only tsk at disappointment at the male, who couldn't see the situation clearly yet. "No?" he asked, voice as calm and collected as ever, "I've been hearing too much of that from you recently, Zhan-ge." he taunted, "Time to change things up." Zhan's weakened state only served to rile the younger up even more. Well, since the older already so graciously helped him by lifting his knees up, all Yibo had to do was push them apart.

A hand s between Zhan's inner thighs, forcing the legs apart as Yibo ran his hand along the exposed nether regions. He didn't even need to look to know what he would feel later - pure, unmarked tightness. Shifting in his place, Yibo paused his ministrations to undo his pants, only sliding them down such that he could release his from its confines, the length already erect from the sight of his helpless Gege struggling underneath him.

"Zhan-ge, you know I planned this out to be so romantic for you." Yibo husked, shaking his head to express disappointment, "I've never had to Baidu how to properly organize a romantic date before, but because of /you/, I did." Yibo sighed at the waste of time, "And so if you didn't bring this upon yourself..." Yibo spread Zhan's legs forcefully again, the tip of his length running along the crack of Zhan's dry entrance, "Then I could have given you so much more. But you've left me no choice." Yibo whispered, adding pressure to force himself into Zhan, his gaze on Zhan's face unwavering as the older male squirmed in pain under him, "Love is so difficult sometimes." he mused to himself.

@W. Yibo Zhan startled when Yibo move suddenly, wrestling him to lie beneath the younger. Though Yibo used to seem so small and perfect for being held in Zhan's arms, the older felt so tiny now, trapped beneath this man. There was a malicious glint in Yibo's eyes that held Zhan frozen as the younger tore at his worn clothes. Zhan yelped, helpless against the assault. For the first time since he'd been held, Zhan moved with desperation as he pushed his bound hands against Yibo's chest, fighting back at whatever touched him.

A hand that touched his bared length froze Zhan. His teeth clenched so hard together Zhan thought they might break as the hands continued to explore and touch with aggression. Zhan winced at particularly painful squeezes of his sensitive regions, wondering again if this was just an extra long and horrid nightmare he just couldn't wake from. Despite the nausea that ran through him, Zhan could feel reacting to the touch, hard and strained in Yibo's hands.

Whatever Yibo was trying to say, it sounded like crazy-talk. Zhan cried out in surprise rather than pain when the sharp blade of Yibo's knife cut into his skin, twisting to get as far away from it as possible. "No!" he yelped, his legs trembling with adrenaline as he brought them up in an effort to jam Yibo from groping him in such a sensitive area again. His knee touched Yibo's stomach when he did, and he tried to knee the younger away though he was so weakened, it came off as a mere push against Yibo's abdomen.

@X. Zhan "Love you? You /killed/ people I actually loved, you lock me up, how am I supposed to love you? Now that you know I don't, just stop, Yibo. I don't care how, just stop, please-"

Those words, though Yibo was sure that Zhan was just doing his best to be honest, they were infuriating to say the least. Rejection upon rejection upon rejection. Yibo had been patient enough, he'd like to think. Seeing Zhan pull away from him was maybe the final straw, the one action that caused his patience to snap, and the predator within him to give in to his inhibitions. The blade of the knife pressed a little harder against Zhan's skin, threatening to break it at any given moment if the older male were to thrash. "I can't stop. Not until you know that you're mine." Yibo rasped against Zhan, a hand sliding down the side of Zhan's lithe body.

Yibo pulled away for a brief moment, leaving just enough space for him to grab Zhan's ankle, and with all his might, pulled the younger back down to lie on the bed, tussling until he had Zhan pinned under his body and was hovering over his boyfriend, knife returning to its original place at Zhan's throat. There was a look in Yibo's eyes, one that conveyed thirst. He wasn't sure what the exact thirst was for yet - it could be blood, it could be lust, it could be both. Swiftly, he gave a tug at the scanty clothing that covered Zhan's nether regions, a hand rubbing against the older's length, squeezing his balls harshly and without consideration from how intrusive that might have felt.

"If you won't be mine when I use my words nicely, then you leave me no choice." Yibo snarled lowly at Zhan, giving a particularly hard squeeze of Zhan's member when he felt the male underneath him trying to fight back. "Only then will you realize how much I love you." The knife eventually did break the skin, but not enough to draw copious amounts of blood. It was just enough to give Zhan a jolt of pain, to put him in his place. Yibo's brows were tightly knit together, the sight of the mark on the older's otherwise unmarked and flawless skin made him even more hungry to see Zhan defiled under him - in more ways than one.

@W. Yibo "You don't want me?" Yibo asked, his voice sounding far away, as if Zhan were hearing it through underwater. "But I'm all you have left."

"No," Zhan murmured in his denial, his fingers taut and stiff as he raised his hand to fend Yibo off, his smooth features scrunching up into a wince when he pushed with his feet to sit up a little higher in bed. No matter how many times Zhan had tried to convince himself to give up, that death was the only way to escape this nightmare, there was a fighting instinct in him that wouldn't let him sit still whenever Yibo neared him. "I don't- you don't have me. You-"

Zhan was cut off by a kiss with a crushing force, squirming when Yibo's still soft scent invaded his senses. It brought back almost a semblance of comfort before Zhan realized he wasn't supposed to feel /safe/ or /comforted/ around this man. "Don't touch me," Zhan said again, his voice hoarse and scratchy. His legs were given considerably more range than his arms, and just as Zhan was considering using the last of his energy to kick Yibo in the chest, the latter's blade sliced through the fabric of his shirt as if cutting through butter before resting against the side of his neck.

"Say you're mine."

Zhan shook his head, his gaze so unfocused he closed his eyes for a moment, wondering when would be the last time he was allowed to close them.

"You love me Zhan-ge, you just won't admit it to yourself."

"Love?" Zhan laughed. It was a strange noise, reverberating in his hollow chest and mind. "Love you? You /killed/ people I actually loved, you lock me up, how am I supposed to love you? Now that you know I don't, just stop, Yibo. I don't care how, just stop, please-"