¤ Toxic Waste

@♤ Wang Yibo Figuring he could hold Yibo until the younger went to sleep so he could go clean the mess in the living room, Zhan continued to little circles into Yibo's skin, rubbing over marked patches. "That's good," he said, withdrawing his hand so he could lay it over Yibo's head, running his fingers through the younger's dishevelled hair. "Sleep." Brushing his lips over Yibo's, Zhan allowed himself to succumb to his sleepiness, too. "Don't leave me. I'm the only one who can love you like this." Tomorrow would be a new day with Yibo, who had surely learned his lesson today and convinced Zhan enough the he only had the older in mind. "I love you. Night."

@♤ Xiao Zhan Relieved by Zhan's promise, a light smile took over Yibo's swollen lips. "I'll behave, Gege." he promised earnestly, like a little child who had just been praised and shown immense affection. He changed into his sleepwear without any hesitation, even ignoring the burning sensation between his legs as he slipped into his pants. It was always Yibo's favorite thing to be in Zhan's arms, just tucked under the older male at night. And so once Zhan went around the bed and got into his side, Yibo eagerly laid down, lowering himself so his body would fold perfectly against Zhan's. His eyelids were still heavy with exhaustion, but Yibo made the conscious attempt of staying awake further. Upon hearing his lover's concern for him, Yibo shook his head, "Doesn't hurt..." he mumbled, making sure that his expression didn't change. Zhan would not be happy if he could see Yibo trying to lie again. Thus, the only way to make sure that he didn't lie was to tell himself that it wasn't painful. He gave a nod of his head, smiling once more as he finally allowed himself to close his eyes, "Gege always makes me feel better."

@♤ Wang Yibo Moved by the rather convincingly display that Yibo put on for him, Zhan lessened their distance, covering Yibo's plush mouth with his own. He kissed the younger tenderly, washing his tongue over the swollen bit of flesh in his way of soothing the angry redness. This was what he needed - Yibo /needing/ him. Breaking their kiss to shuck off his clothes, picking up their sleepwear off the foot of the bed and hanging Yibo's to the younger. "Of course I'll stay," he said, as if he were doing Yibo an enourmous favour. "I won't leave, so long as you continue to behave, baby. You know how much it hurts me when you don't." Once Zhan was dressed more comfortably, he joined his boyfriend on the bed, the mattress dipping beneath his weight. Pulling the comforter back, Zhan eased Yibo into his arms as he laid down to rest a while, exhausted from the ordeal he had to put Yibo through. His hand slipped under Yibo's shirt, his warm hands rubbing over the forming bruises. "It doesn't hurt, does it?" Zhan whispered, his lips moving against the skin over Yibo's forehead as he spoke. "I make you feel all better, don't I?"

@♤ Xiao Zhan How could Yibo want to get rid of Zhan? Zhan was Yibo's everything! Yibo shook his head fervently, a hand reaching out to take Zhan's hand in both of his own, holding on without any intent of letting go, "No, please stay Zhan-ge." he asked softly, shifting uncomfortably on the bed as the older male . He still couldn't stare too long into Zhan's eyes, regardless of how the older tilted his chin back. Whimpering softly, he asked, "Please don't leave. Will you stay...with me?" he asked. Yibo just wanted to be in Zhan's arms, away from scrutiny of anyone or anything. He didn't feel like he was in any position to be asking for anything right now, but the thought of Zhan leaving Yibo to himself in this big room, to self-reflect on his faults, the younger was already panicking at this posibility.

@♤ Wang Yibo Zhan liked to see Yibo like this. Exposed. Vulnerable. All for Zhan. He could not run like this and was looking so remorseful Zhan considered letting it all go and forgiving Yibo completely for around behind his back like that. "You can be so sweet when you want to be," he said when Yibo commented on how he hadn't eaten yet, reaching out to grasp Yibo's chin and tilt his face up. He dragged his thumb over Yibo's red lips, the tip of his finger resting on the inside of Yibo's lower lip. "Or are you trying to get rid of me?"

@♤ Xiao Zhan Yibo nodded his head once more, agreeing to Zhan's suggesting seeing how much it pleased his lover. "Yes, tomorrow." he promised. As he stood, he glanced over at the spilled mess at the floor of the dining table, noting softly while he was being dragged into the bedroom, "Zhan-ge, you didn't eat yet..." He hoped the older wouldn't be hungry tonight because of Yibo's insolence. As Yibo's bottom met with the bed, he lifted his legs making it easier for Zhan to pull his pants off. Hesitating momentarily, he then tugged on his hoodie, lifting it up and over his head, despositing it to the side of him as he looked up at the older male with owlish eyes. Was Zhan getting into bed with him? Yibo desperately hoped he wouldn't be left alone.

@♤ Wang Yibo With a gentle hand, Zhan rested his palm against Yibo's cheek, thumbing over his blotchy skin. "There we go," he murmured, bending to press a kiss to Yibo's forehead, the younger's skin hot against his dry lips. "That's my good boy," he praised before guiding Yibo to stand with him, ignoring just how much he might have hurt the younger just now. “Let’s go rest, it’s been a long day, right? And tomorrow, we’ll go tell Zhou Yixuan to stay away, right?" Zhan was nearly hauling Yibo along at this point from the younger's slow and careful pace, swinging him to sit on their bed. He pulled Yibo's pants off of him completely, then motioned for Yibo to take his shirt off with an air of a man with little patience.

@♤ Xiao Zhan Zhan's words comforted Yibo, in more ways than the younger thought possible. He had learned his lesson, he wouldn't make that mistake again. As Zhan shuffled around him, Yibo was slowly flickering in and out of consciousness, so worn out today that he was ready to fall asleep, but also trying to not lose this battle, wanting to stay awake and keep his lover company until it was actually bedtime. Looking up at Zhan, Yibo easily took in the older's handsome face, nodding his head in agreement. He made it difficult on Zhan all the time, but the older was always so benevolent, forgiving him time and time again, "Gege...I won't do it again." Yibo whispered, inexplicably having another round if tears welling up out of gratitude, appreciation.

@♤ Wang Yibo Zhan let Yibo hold him closer, returning the nuzzle he felt press against his cheek now that he was in better spirits. It seemed that the younger learned his lesson now, and Zhan did not see the need to punish or teach Yibo any longer. He did, however, pull his softening length out of Yibo's clenching hole without holding back, pulling a tissue off the coffee table to catch his trickling down Yibo's skin, lest it stain their couch. Crumpling the tissue up and tossing it into the wastebasket under the table, Zhan pulled up his pants and returned to Yibo, cradling the younger up in his arms. He kept the younger lying on his back, resting Yibo's upper body over his thighs. "Gege loves you," Zhan said quietly, completely calmed as opposed to what he was only a minute ago. "That's why I'm upset. I just want to look after you, but you have to make it so difficult for us."

@♤ Xiao Zhan From a crying mess, the younger had been reduced to a whimpering one. When Zhan began to focus on his s, his groans getting louder and then starting to pamper Yibo with the little kissing ministrations that the younger always loved, Yibo dared to reach out, wrapping his arms around Zhan's neck to stabilize himself. "nngh!" a high pitched whine was elicited from him when he felt a warm substance filling him up after a while. He clutched onto Zhan tightly, dutifully clenching around the older's length to milk him of his release. As Yibo's body succumbed to the weight over him, he mewled softly against Zhan's ear, closing his eyes as he pressed his cheek against the other's head. The pain and soreness was starting to settle in, but knowing Zhan did not do this intentionally, and was only teaching Yibo he went wrong, the young male gratefully hugged his lover tighter, murmuing meekly, "I'm sorry, Gege. I love you..."

@♤ Wang Yibo When Yibo wasn't talking, Zhan found his mind much more at ease. He shifted his hand from Yibo's face, turning his hold into a rough caress as he rolled his hips ruthlessly into Yibo. His release built up easily again from the sight of his Yibo before him, open and bared just for him and no one else. Zhan pressed his lips to Yibo's neck, wanting to reward his silence with a bit of comfort. His lover's long and breathy moans were like music against Zhan's ears. His own little noises and grunts of pleasure were muffled by his mouth moving against Yibo's skin, the slapping of skin against skin drowning out everything else to Zhan. His release came without a warning and Zhan hips jerked uncontrollably into Yibo's, spilling deep inside the younger with a long, drawn out groan. A soreness washed over him, and he lowered himself till he crushed Yibo with his weight, his breaths shallow and hot against Yibo's skin.

@♤ Xiao Zhan Yibo's body was pliant, easily manipulated by his lover into any position without much resistance. His frame shook as Zhan respositioned them, lewd moans starting to replace the ones that were previously caught in the back of his throat and mixed in with his sobs. And when Zhan gave him a hard kiss, Yibo tried to reciprocate this time, giving a little whimper to express that he understood the older male, silencing himself despite the tears that streamed down his face. He wanted to be good for Zhan. Those two words gave him hope, knowing that the older male still had expectations for him. But not crying was hard. It seemed as though he had triggered a response from his body tjat he did not know how to control. So, when Zhan covered his face and cut off his breath, Yibo held it all in, the stimulation from below and the lack of oxygen finally getting to his brain, something along the lines of a sensory overload. He could only agree silently with Zhan, that the other had deigned to want someone as ugly as him.

@♤ Wang Yibo When Zhan felt Yibo touch him, he took his hand off Yibo's thigh to knock it aside and off his stomach. Gripping Yibo by his hips, Zhan hoisted them to angle up, bending over the younger's frame so their chests bumped together and Zhan could use his weight to keep Yibo still as he ed into him relentlessly. Each harsh movement reaffirmed and reassured to Zhan that Yibo was here, in his arms, not anyone else's. "Now you want to explain?" Zhan husked, groaning between words when he felt Yibo's soft insides convulse around him. "Shut up. Just shut up, you're damn annoying, hm? Be good, just show me." Giving Yibo a hard kiss, Zhan tried to ignored the way the younger's tears that ran down his cheek were beginning to dry up, leaving faint tracks on his skin. His annoyance got the better of him - it was killing his . "Don't cry," he muttered, placing the palm of his hand square over Yibo's face so he wouldn't have to see it anymore, effectively smothering Yibo from breathing, too. "You're ugly already, even more when you cry. Why would anyone else want you?"

@♤ Xiao Zhan Pain on pain did not equate to more pain. Instead, Yibo was just starting to feel numb, his head dizzy and vision blurring in and out as he gripped at Zhan's shirt like it was his last lifeline, his body riding up on the couch from every . Yibo was aching, but nowhere as much as his heart, which could only express its grievances through tears. By now, his eyes were puffy and red from the ceaseless crying, and when interrogated, he could only squeak, "N-no...I didn't!" which Zhan could and probably take out of context. He moaned, voice strained when yet another sharp was delivered. Yibo had a bad habit of never being able to talk properly, which was why Zhan didn't believe him. It was his fault. As his thighs also purpled from Zhan's squeezing, Yibo pulled them back, a hand that was previously gripping Zhan's shirt now pressing at the older's abdomen, giving weak pushes, "Pl-please...gege, let- ngh! Let me explain...Please!"

@♤ Wang Yibo Yibo's cries and pleas were all blending into a blur of words that entered Zhan's mind from one side and left just as quickly the other. Zhan's brows drew together in an intense concentration as he into the hot and soft flesh wrapped around his arousal, /needing/ to show Yibo /just/ who he belonged to. Not Yixuan, not whoever, just Zhan. The older d at Yibo's soft thighs, enjoying how thin they looked wrapped loosely around his waist. "Now you're sorry," Zhan spat as his nails dug into the skin of Yibo's thigh, hard enough that he felt them break skin. "You're sorry because you got caught, you little ?" He emphasized his point with a sharp upward of his hips. "Is that why?!"

@♤ Xiao Zhan But Yibo didn't sleep with another man behind Zhan's back. He /really/ didn't. "I didn't, I didn't." he repeated over and over again, those words not showing the slightest sign of being noticed by Zhan. Even when Zhan pinned him down and Yibo could only rinse and recycle various stresses and tones of the same two words, Zhan paid him no mind. But soon after, with the breath pushed out of him, Yibo was gasping for low, shallow breaths, his words failing him too and leaving Zhan to consider him a . When Yibo was flipped over, his hands grappled in front of him, gripping the material of Zhan's shirt as the hard length slid back into him, a breathy whimper coming from his throat. In between his chortling, he blubbered, "N-no I'm sorry Gege...I'm so sorry, so so sorry!" Maybe Zhan was right, maybe he was a .

@♤ Wang Yibo "You're not?" Zhan repeated, slamming into Yibo hard enough to jolt the younger up against the back of the couch. He leaned into Yibo's back, keeping him pinned low with his weight. "You another man behind my back and you think you're not a ? !" Drawing his length out of Yibo's swollen entrance in a jerky movement, Zhan wrenched the younger off the back of the couch and pressed him to lie on his back over the length of the sofa, settling himself between Yibo's legs again. His was slightly damp with pre- as Zhan guided it back into Yibo, ignoring any signs of pain from his lover if there were any. "Wang Yibo, I have half the mind to kill you later. Are you still going to ing test me?!"

@♤ Xiao Zhan The rocking motion of Zhan's hips against Yibo's body did nothing to divert the younger's attention away from the pain that he was feeling. It wasn't the rhythm that he could accustom to, since each was so dry and unsmooth. Zhan's hands around his hips dug into Yibo's skin, marking the spots where previous bruises had just healed from and replacing them with fresh new ones. Yibo let out a strained, broken gasp when he felt the entirety of the older's pressing into him, the other's balls seemingly trying to penetrate his cavity too with how deep the was. Pathetically, he clenched around Zhan, shaking his head as he pulled his hand away from his mouth to protest softly, "No...I'm not a -" Yibo choked, though somehow his words didn't even come off that convincing to himself.

@♤ Wang Yibo Zhan was happy Yibo made a noise, not happy that it sounded so pained, His hands gripped with the intention of leaving his handprints in the form of bruises all over Yibo's body, He wanted Yixuan- no, everyone to know that Yibo belong to /Zhan/, and the older could do whatever he damn well pleased with his own boyfriend. "You're pretty tight for such a little ," Zhan quipped rather casually, as if he were not taking Yibo in the most forceful way from behind. "What? Nothing to say? Is that- ah- that Yixuan so small he can't even loosen you up a little?"

@♤ Xiao Zhan When Yibo had heard the sound of a zipper coming undone, it finally let him connect one and one - Zhan wasn't checking to see if Yibo had slept with someone else, he was intending to have with him! Yibo panicked, jerking his exposed bottom away when the older male began to himself. While Zhan had penetrated Yibo many times with little preparation, at least the older male had given little lubrication or let Yibo coat it in his saliva before the actual process. His face paled the tip of the older's length came dangerously close to him and Yibo whimpered, having half the mind to beg Zhan not to, that it would hurt and he would bleed.

But he caught himself, pressing his lips together when he realized that Zhan was simply loving him, showing Yibo that he was truly the only one in this world who cared for him and wanted him. "Ahhhngh!" Yibo cried out as the tip forcefully breached his entrance, dry and making him feel a searing pain from his waist down. Hot tears began welling up again and Yibo brought a hand to his mouth, biting to the point of almost breaking skin. It hurt, it burned, but he didn't have a word of protest in response. If this would make Zhan trust him, he'd accept it all.

@♤ Wang Yibo Zhan just couldn’t figure out why Yibo was so limp in his hold for the life of him. Like a kitten hauled around by its mother, Yibo conformed into whatever position Zhan put him in. Whatever the reason was, Zhan did not want to stop and think about it. He ran his hand over the smooth skin of Yibo’s backside, pinching the flesh there in what he wanted to convey as affection. Wordlessly, Zhan undid his belt with one hand, the other pressed over the small of Yibo’s back to keep him still. He wasn’t thinking as he to life, gripping it straight as he pressed the tip to Yibo’s exposed entrance. The lack of lubrication made the process of intrusion harder, but /tighter/, hotter. Zhan grunted at the sensation, taking it as his reassurance from Yibo. Without waiting for Yibo to adjust or get used to the feeling, Zhan pulled back and pushed back in with abandon, settling into a torturous quick pace that filled the room with the sound of skin and muscle and flesh slapping against each other.

@♤ Xiao Zhan "Why aren't you saying anything?"

"I'm sorry..." Yibo squeaked, in which that response seemed to ellicit an even more unfavorable reaction from the older male. He didn't know what more to say, mind having already lost track of all the accusations thrown his way, only wanting to convince Zhan, to /please/ him. When grabbed and redirected on the couch, Yibo gasped as his knees met with the cushion underneath and his upper body was pushed forward. His body trembled as the older male rounded in on him. His lower back felt a chill as the material of his hoodie was hoisted up, exposing him. Yibo whimpered, nodding his head once. Though he was more that willing, Yibo continued to sob, too ashamed to turn his head anywhere behind him to look at his lover. Yes, if Zhan looked, he'd see that Yibo would never do such thing as betray him. Everything that Yibo had, he only wished to give to the older, and the only pity was that it would never come close to what Zhan had given him.

@♤ Wang Yibo Zhan's palms explored the expanse of Yibo's skin, his thumbs tweaking over his s roughly. "What is it now?" Zhan growled lowly against the outer shell of Yibo's ear, his teeth nipping at the fleshy earlobe. Yibo couldn't do anything right, and Zhan was feeling his frustration rise again when the younger lay limp in his arms. "Why aren't you saying anything?" It must've been because Yibo was /guilty/. Zhan put the younger back on the couch, turning him around so his back faced Zhan. Zhan pushed up the thick material of Yibo's hoodie halfway up his back, just enough to reveal the milky strip of Yibo's lower back for Zhan to hook his fingers beneath the waistband of Yibo's pants, yanking them down to the younger's knees in a swift movement. "If you're not going to tell me, I think you can show me."

@♤ Xiao Zhan When pulled to his feet, Yibo felt his legs on the verge of giving out from under him, weak like jelly. He wanted to hold onto Zhan, but was so /terrified/ of being pushed off again, that when Zhan's hands slid into his hoodie and gripped his sides hard, Yibo braced himself for another push, prepared to fall to the ground.

"You want me, right?"

Incoherent, desperate "mmm!"s came from Yibo's throat in between his shallow breaths. When Zhan's lips came crashing against his, Yibo felt himself tensing again but he did his best to return the aggressive kiss, completely dominated as Zhan's tongue and teeth administered their actions without waiting for him to properly respond. Wanting so desperately to convince Zhan, to gain back his trust, Yibo choked back another sob and instead closed his eyes, parting his lips to let Zhan's tongue in.

@♤ Wang Yibo "When have your promises ever meant anything?" Zhan spat. It was a game they played, Zhan noticed. When he moved closer to Yibo, the latter would try and put more distance between them. When Zhan didn't want the other in his space, the younger would plead and beg and cling. With that thought resting in the back of his mind, Zhan bent to fist up the front of Yibo's shirt, pulling him to his feet. "You want me, right?" Zhan's hands slipped under the hem of Yibo's shirt easily, his palms sliding up the younger's sides in a possessive grip. "Convince me." Closing the distance between their lips, Zhan crushed his mouth against Yibo's with a bruising force, ling on the pillow-soft lips with a vigour.

@♤ Xiao Zhan When Zhan's fingers went to pry his off, Yibo gave some resistance, but it was ultimately futile as his smaller frame went crashing on the floor, his head barely avoiding the edge of the coffee table when Zhan shoved him aside. His tears blurred his vision and Yibo gasped from shock when the coffee table skidded across the hardwood floor. He flinched once more, propping himself up with the arm that Zhan had tugged early, a little grimace on his face as he exclaimed in a flustered manner, "I didn't! Zhan-ge, I really didn't!" he pleaded his case. He would take everything else that Zhan threw at him, but Yibo never cheated. He had never even thought about it. "I love you. I only love you." he gasped, shying away as Zhan approached him, "I promise, I only want you."

@♤ Wang Yibo As much as Zhan loved to hear Yibo beg for him, want him instead of anyone else, he couldn't seem to get over the anger of seeing Yixuan and Yibo together at all. Closing his hands around Yibo's that fisted his shirt up, Zhan pried his fingers to unfurl from his shirt, pushing him him hard in the direction of the coffee table. Zhan stumbled too, from the force, but he regained his balance quickly before he fell. "Make up your mind!" Zhan yelled, kicking aside the coffee table by its corner to round on Yibo. "If you're going to screw someone else behind my back how do you think I'm supposed to want you? Wang Yibo, they will turn around and leave you on the street without a word once they're done with you! I take care of you, I want you, I love you, this is how you treat me?!"

@♤ Xiao Zhan While he know he did something wrong, Yibo didn't know where he went wrong this time. As Zhan kissed him, his entire body tensed up, eyelids fluttering shut in genuine confusion, but adoration for his boyfriend. However, as he pulled away, Yibo felt a sudden force against his cheek, sending his entire upper body hurling to the side from the impact of Zhan's palm against him. If not for Zhan being right in front of him to block his body, Yibo may have fallen off the couch from the sheer impact of the blow. He whimpered under the bigger male, turning as he desperately clutched onto the hem of Zhan's shirt, balling up the material in his fists as she shook his head again, his voice cracking as he blubbered, "No, don't go! Don't go, please-! I want you, I want you, gege!" As tears streaked down his face, they only served to irritate the stinging sensation on his skin, but Yibo didn't take his hands off Zhan's shirt to wipe his face, in fear that the older would truly go.

@♤ Wang Yibo "No? Really?" Zhan repeated, shoving at Yibo's hands when they tried to deflect his own. Kneeling harder into the couch, Zhan dipped so he could close the distance between their lips, kissing Yibo. He nipped with his teeth, relishing in how sweet Yibo still tasted, and wondered if Yixuan had tasted these before. "No, what? You don't want me now?" Zhan's voice hardened, and he raised a hand above his head to strike hard over Yibo's cheek, the resounding /smack/ almost reverberating through the room. His palm stung from the impact, but no more than Yibo's surely, who's cheek was tinting pink already. "Should I go? Is that what you want? So you don't have to Yixuan behind my back anymore?!"

@♤ Xiao Zhan "I don't know if I can trust you anymore."

Empty promises, white lies. The prospect of one day being accepted by someone who would love him unconditionally and who he could love back without the fear of abandonment, Yibo once had those hopes, only to be crushed with unfulfilled words. He was familiar with the feeling of having his trust broken, and when he heard those words from Zhan, the young male was just felt like /dying/ on the spot. Because not only was Zhan the one who gave Yibo the one thing he had desperately been praying for all his love, but Yibo was scared that he'd never be able to fully recompense Zhan for his benevolence. Once Zhan's trust was broken, Yibo would never be able to win it back, and that was enough to make him lose hope in life altogether.

His panic was only further heightened when Zhan, his eyes piercing and unwavering, locked with Yibo's, and a hand began to rub between Yibo's legs. "No, no-" the younger choked out, struggling as he didn't want Zhan to think Yixuan would do this to him. Yibo would never betray the older like that, "Please no..." he begged, words reduced to a whisper.