¤ Toxic Waste 2

@♤ Xiao Zhan Everything was overwhelming. Yibo's senses were overloaded. Even when he was set back on the ground, his body felt like it was still floating in thin air, leaning forward to get some support from Zhan. Yibo followed Zhan dazedly when guided, his puppy dog eyes fixated on the back of his lover's head. When Zhan placed him down on the bed, Yibo gave a soft whimper, eyelashes fluttering daintily as he was kissed. Being in bed with Zhan...this must mean he wasn't forsaken. His heart slowly began to unclench, and he could feel his breath getting lighter. Zhan was lying down next to him! And Zhan even told Yibo how much he loved him. His body finally felt a chill, and Yibo hurried to curl up against his lover, nuzzling his head gently against Zhan's sturdy chest, "I love you Gege." he whispered wholeheartedly. No matter what happened, Yibo knew that at the end of the day, he could only wish to be held tightly by Zhan just like this. No matter how cruel the outside world was, in Zhan's arms, Yibo was completely safe.

@♤ Wang Yibo Zhan let the younger down slowly, letting Yibo stand on his own. "I love you more," he said, though his gaze never softened and he watched Yibo with a cold, hard stare. "I forgive you. Let's go get rest." Zhan led Yibo back to their bedroom, laying his boyfriend down amongst the sheets, ignoring the mess between Yibo's legs. He wanted to show that he could be loving and caring when he wanted to. When Yibo was good and obedient and /deserved/ love. Zhan kissed Yibo's bruised lips gently once more before lying down beside him. "I love you. Don't forget that."

@♤ Xiao Zhan Yibo initially thought that last apology were the last words he would say to Zhan. Yibo was prepared to disappear from the older's sights and free him to live a happy, Yibo-free life once he was set back down on the ground. The last thing he could do for Zhan was to not cry as Zhan derived the only pleasure he could from Yibo. Yibo's thumb d Zhan's cheek with reverence and affection, feeling the freshly shaved, smooth skin and the outline of his boyfriend's tall nose. It truly was a miracle that someone as perfectly sculpted as Zhan would settle on him. Yibo's eyes were red around the rims, and he could feel that sensation of tears building up, but he pushed them all back down with a hard swallow, channeling all the distress into soft moans for Zhan. He felt Zhan's hot length filling him up, staking its claim as it painted the insides of Yibo white.

But once Zhan released into him, and he said such benevolent and loving words, Yibo's willpower caved and his selfishness took over once again. He wrapped his arms around Zhan, hugging him closely and almost wailing, "Gege, I'm so sorry I'm awful to you. I love you but I'm terrible at showing you...and...and I know I can never repay you." His arms tightened around the older's neck, "I love you, I love you Gege..." he repeated like a mantra.

@♤ Wang Yibo Feeling Yibo's hand on his cheek, Zhan jerked his head up to meet Yibo's soft gaze. Zhan slowed, though his hands still squeezed the younger's hips so tight he felt his nails digging into flesh. "I'm happy when you realize your faults," Zhan said, though he didn't slow his movements. His breaths became more laboured as his reached his release, spilling his hot seed deep inside Yibo with a husky whine. Only Yibo could elicit such a response from him, he thought. Only Yibo could turn him on so much, make him feel such a passion. "I love you so much," he said as he withdrew from Yibo, letting his flow down the insides of Yibo's thighs. "And I'm happiest when you know that. Everything I do, it's for you."

@♤ Xiao Zhan Zhan's words from just moments ago rang loudly in Yibo's head. He was only a good once in a while, otherwise he couldn't do anything to make Zhan, who was the center of his life and the source that grounded Yibo's meaningless existence, happy. Yibo's gripped harshly at the older's shoulders as he tried to come to terms with this sad reality. His thoughts were crumbling as each from Zhan reached so deep inside of him that he could feel the bruises inside him start to form again, some of them only getting deeper since they had yet to heal from last time. "Gege-" he griped between pained grunts, daringly cupping his lover's cheek with one hand and drawing Zhan off of his shoulder so they could lock gazes. This was the longest Yibo had gone without crying to express his heartache, but maybe it was because he had finally run out. He shook his head, slowly, lower lip quivering as he finally settled on a decision, "I don't- want to be the reason why you're unhappy-" he groaned as Zhan's tip pressed against his prostate roughly, "I know you don't need me. I'm sorry...for taking advantage of you."

@♤ Wang Yibo With himself sheathed inside Yibo Zhan could grasp Yibo's other thigh, the younger's skin slippery smooth, and hooked it over his hip as well. He pushed forward to keep Yibo up against the wall, but it was on the younger to hang on to Zhan as well to keep himself upright. With their position stabilized Zhan began to up inside Yibo, his movements sharp and rough as he blindly pushed himself in and out without the intention of pleasuring the other. His lips found purchase over the back of Yibo's neck where it met his shoulders, and gnawing until each patch of skin turned red and raw before moving on to a clean strip of skin.

@♤ Xiao Zhan Frozen in place once more, Yibo's wide eyes stared fearfully at the plain wall behind Zhan. He couldn't even look the older in the eyes properly, despite being on the same eye-level with him. His arms flailed before he latched onto his boyfriend's shoulders, gripping tightly. Once Zhan lessened the pressure against his neck, Yibo inhaled sharply, trying to conserve his breath for the next time it would be taken away again. This time, he was unexpectedly calm as Zhan held him plastered against the wall. The light in Yibo's eyes seemed to be dimming as he entered a state of blankness, his surroundings becoming blurry and the sound around him getting fainter. It was better to stay in this state of nothingness than to think, since everything would just be wrong anyways. He only gave a soft grunt to acknowledge the older's length penetrating him once more, his cracked lips parted like he didn't even have the energy to hold them close anymore.

@♤ Wang Yibo "'But gege', 'but gege'," Zhan mocked with a drawl, his hand tightening around Yibo's neck. His voice rose with every word, until he was yelling. "Since when did you listen to gege so well? You decided to listen only when it benefits you? Wang Yibo, you really make me laugh!" Still, he didn't want to kill Yibo. He relaxed his grip so his hands could roam Yibo's lithe body, groping beneath the hem of his shirt to touch his hips. With one hand, Zhan pulled at his sweats, tugging his back out and stroking it to arousal. With his other hand, he gripped at the soft, fleshy underside of Yibo's thigh, hooking a leg up to Zhan's waist. The tip of his found Yibo's swollen entrance, and he pressed inside without giving Yibo a chance to protest.

@♤ Xiao Zhan The chilly air outside had barely seeped through the crack of the front door when Yibo opened it before it was slammed shut again, sealing the younger off from the outside like an airtight container. His body swayed with Zhan's pulling, straining to follow the direction of which Zhan threw him forward to lessen the pain on his scalp. His feet crossed over themselves and Yibo would've collided on the ground if he didn't lurch his right foot forward enough to steady himself. "B-but Gege-" Yibo blubbered, the confusion of a child given contradicting instructions spelled across his face, "Gege told me to-" he whimpered, taking fearful steps back and cowering when Zhan's voice rose so loudly and effectively drowned out his own. He let himself be backed against a wall, eyes bulging when Zhan's hand wrapped around his throat and squeezed. Yibo's hand gripped pathetically at the older's, his lips parted as he tried to explain himself, to catch a breath, to make a sound. None of that happened and he only pulled futilely at Zhan's hand, the panic he had gradually giving way to submission once more.

@♤ Wang Yibo When Zhan heard steps heading towards the front door he was quick to react, chasing after the younger quickly. He reached Yibo just as the door opened, slamming it shut again once he was sure Yibo's fingers wouldn't be caught in them. Zhan wrenched Yibo away from the door by a fistful of his hair, letting hi stumble. "What the is wrong with you?" Zhan roared, advancing menacingly on Yibo, herding him deeper into the house. "You're going to run out for everyone to see?" His hand closed around Yibo's narrow throat, pushing him until the back of his head hit a wall, and lifted with enough force for Yibo's feet to slightly leave the ground. "Do you want me to kill you?!"

@♤ Xiao Zhan To his great disappointment, Zhan didn't let him continue. Not even that, but Yibo was suddenly pulled up onto his feet, which had gone numb since he had been kneeling for so long. "Gege-?" he asked confusedly, but unable to get a full question formulated before he was backhanded across the face so hard his teeth shook and his head snapped to the side from the force. Yibo stumbled back, almost tripping over the coffee table as he landed back on the floor. He cupped his right cheek, peering up at Zhan fearfully. Just great, he had messed up big time. Again.

"Go. Go anywhere, I don't want to see you."

He cried and got onto his knees once more. Yibo really wanted to crawl back to Zhan's side, hug his leg and beg to not be forsaken like this. Yet he knew he didn't have the right to ask anymore. This was the most upset he'd ever made Zhan, and now it seemed there was no way to ever plead for good graces to fix the situation. Slowly, he pushed himself up with both hands, his tears blurring his vision. "Gege, I'm sorry." he sobbed once before taking rapid steps for the front door.

@♤ Wang Yibo "Get off," Zhan growled when Yibo tried to continue where he'd left off. He pulled his pants back up, standing and hauling Yibo up by his elbow. Once Yibo had straightened up, Zhan struck him across his cheek, hard enough that his knuckles stung and the back of his hand smarted a slight pink. Before Yibo could recover, Zhan gripped his face and struck him across the other cheek, this time hard enough to send Yibo staggering. Zhan knew even if Yibo ran, he wouldn't run far. "Go. Go anywhere, I don't want to see you."

@♤ Xiao Zhan Zhan was strong, and the hairpulling almost lifted Yibo onto his feet from how much it hurt, but the younger was determined to do something right today. He fought back the prickling tears and continued to bob his head along the erect length. Hearing the phone ring while Yibo was supposed to be servicing Zhan in bed was not out of the ordinary. Sometimes the older had to pick up calls for work or reschedule an appointment he had, so Yibo just let him continue without questioning. This time was no different, he thought it was just another business related phone call and continued to bob his head, a startled whimper coming from him when Zhan pulled him off, hurling the phone at him. Yibo caught his lover's phone and held it close so he wouldn't drop it. He sat back onto his legs and peered at the screen. It was Yixuan. Now that Zhan let Yibo call him from Zhan's phone, Yixuan could keep calling Zhan even if Yibo blocked him. With a heavy heart, Yibo declined the call. He made sure to show Zhan every button he pressed on the screen, first tapping "Options" then "Manage phonecalls" and "Block this number" before depositing Zhan's phone back by his side, Yibo's parted lips and slightly lolled out tongue obvious expressing how much he wanted to continue getting Zhan off.

@♤ Wang Yibo With each gentle slurping motion from Yibo, Zhan grew increasingly vocal. He was already leaking into Yibo's mouth, and he was so close to finishing any moment and letting Yibo off the hook for the rest of the day. With another bob of Yibo's head, Zhan moaned loudly, his eyes screwing shut. "Oh, yeah, that's right." His fingers tightened their hold in Yibo's hair, pulling it so tightly he was afraid for a moment he would take Yibo's scalp off with it. As he was about to release into Yibo's mouth, the younger's phone rang again, and Zhan gave a shout of frustration. He picked the phone up, seeing red at Yixuan's name flashing across the screen. "Get rid of him!" Zhan roared, pulling off his .

@♤ Xiao Zhan Yibo relished in the praise and the gentle along his head and neck. Knowing that he was the one making Zhan feel this way inexplicably floored him with humility, never thinking that he'd be so lucky to draw such hearty sounds of pleasure from Zhan. He didn't take his lips off the older's for the entire duration, only pausing briefly to take deeper breaths. When commanded, Yibo began to bob his head faster. Little popping and squelching sounds filled the room, and Yibo could feel the salty bitterness of Zhan's precum along the insides of his cheek. His lips were a dark red color and coated in a mixture of his saliva and Zhan's juices.

@♤ Wang Yibo Zhan's moans were soft and breathy, a good sign for Yibo. He relaxed into the soft back of the couch, his hand stroking Yibo's head and his neck. The wet heat around his that was Yibo's mouth bought about a certain coziness, good enough that Zhan tilted his head back against the top of the couch and closed his eyes. "Good," he moaned again, his chest rising and falling slowly with deep breaths. "Faster, Yibo, stop making me tell you every single little thing." Yibo's phone rang, and Zhan reached out to decline the call without looking at who it was. "Oh, god, that's good."

@♤ Xiao Zhan Yibo could feel Zhan's pulsating getting bigger in his mouth, posing an even bigger challenge for him to take it deeper. He swallowed around Zhan's , his tongue rubbing against the underside to pleasure the older. Yibo began to bob his head, finding a consistent pace for him as he tried to take a little bit more of the length each time. The corner of his lips pooled with saliva, his throat constricting every time Zhan's mouth invaded.

"Good." was all Yibo needed. His body felt lighter instantly. "All of it, baby. Now."

Eager to please Zhan, Yibo held his breath as he opened his mouth all the way, pulling his lips back and letting the tip of his boyfriend's slide against his throat. His throat itched, making him want to choke, but he held it in and stayed locked into position, enduring the stretch and forcing down his gagging reflex with all his might. He managed to go all the way down, his nose nuzzling Zhan's pubic bone and buried in the dark patch of hair. Yibo made a warped garble around the big , closing his eyes as he tried to hold on as long as he could.

@♤ Wang Yibo Watching Yibo with immense focus, Zhan was gentle as he cupped Yibo's face before the younger got started. He bent to kiss the top of Yibo's head, inhaling deeply the sweet scent of his lover's shampoo, before lying against the couch back again. His hand still held Yibo's face delicately, though, rubbing his baby-soft cheek as Yibo worked to figure out how to fit Zhan's in his mouth. When he pressed, Zhan could feel the outline of the tip of his pressing to the inside of Yibo's cheek, and it pleased him immensely. "Good," he breathed softly, angling his so it pushed deeper into Yibo's mouth. "All of it, baby. Now."

@♤ Xiao Zhan Before Yibo could even become acclimated on Zhan's lap, he was back to kneeling on the floor once more with another thud. His fingers trembled as Zhan guided them to his crotch. His fingers hooked at the hem of the sweatpants, pulling them out timidly without any more arguing. He shouldn't make things worse by talking back, seeing how angry he already made Zhan with a simple phone call. His fingers guided the sweatpants down, then Zhan's boxers followed. Obediently Yibo lowered his head to take the head of Zhan's into his mouth. He made sure to sheathe his teeth with his lips, not wanting to scrape and hurt the older accidentally. Yibo wasn't good at taking , he really only ever had practice with Zhan. As opposed to the rest of his stiff body, his tongue lapped at the older's lenth and slicking it up within moments. Zhan's was big, so big that Yibo's jaw had to work to fit around the girthiest part. His hands were wrapped around the base of Zhan's , carressing the member gently while his mouth struggled to reach the bottom.

@♤ Wang Yibo "You only know how to say you're sorry," Zhan hissed, pulling a crooked finger out of Yibo roughly to scrape his insides. "But you never change after you apologize. Show me instead." He spread his legs so Yibo slid off his lap, letting the younger fall back to kneeling on the ground again. Taking Yibo's hand, Zhan pulled it over his crotch, pressing it down over the soft material of his sweatpants. "You know what? I think you've had a lot of practice Yixuan's while I'm at work. Why don't you show me if you learned anything?"

@♤ Xiao Zhan Following the trajectory of Zhan's swinging hand, Yibo was raised from his position without a warning as his body flew to a side and he was met with an instant, sharp pain. His vision blurred and he only saw white as tears naturally formed in his eyes without understanding what happened. Then the searing, cutting pain hit him and Yibo clutched his head in absolute agony. "Sorry Gege-! I'm- I'm sorry!!" he whimpered out, collapsed onto his side. His head spun as Zhan picked him back up, and his bottom was exposed to a cool breeze, his legs quickly being spread and he felt a small intrusion again. His arms flailed as he tried to find something to grip, to stabilize himself on, "I'm sorry" he continued to gasp out, his body curling up on Zhan's lap as much as he could. It was difficult though, for Zhan's finger knew where to go, and Yibo's body writhed and spasmed with every rough motion.

@♤ Wang Yibo Zhan took his phone back before Yibo could say anything else. His brow twitched in anger. Who did Yixuan think he was? "You can't even do one little thing I ask you right," he said through gritted teeth, exhaling roughly in his frustration. " off. Just off. I don't want to see you right now." His hand fisted Yibo's silky black hair up, gripping it hard enough to manipulate Yibo, and slammed the side of Yibo's head against the coffee table. "Yeah. That's right. Can't even do one little thing right. You're better off dead sometimes, you know that?" Though he asked Yibo to leave, Zhan's gaze fell to the hem of Yibo's shirt that barely fell past his bottom. He reached down, pulling Yibo up so the younger lay with his stomach pressed over Zhan's lap. Hiking up Yibo's shirt, Zhan pressed a finger roughly into Yibo's swollen hole, all the way until his knuckles touched Yibo's skin. "Only good for a quick once in a while. Even then, you only know how to lie down and take it. What the is wrong with you?"

@♤ Xiao Zhan It was such a relief to have Zhan feeding words into Yibo's mouth, since the younger felt like he was going to cave already. His voice eas low, but he managed to utter, "It's me...I want to cut you off." Yibo took a deep breath, trying to identify with this new statement as his truth, "I wish you would respect my relationship, Yixuan-ge. I really love my Zhan-gege."

Yixuan responded incredulously, "Yibo I can hear him spoonfeeding you these words! You realize you don't have to listen to everything the guy says right?" Yibo was silent, so Yixuan continued after careful thought, reciting his phone number as many times as he could, "Remember my number Yibo. If you need me, you just need to get to a phone to call me."

@♤ Wang Yibo Hearing Yixuan's concerned voice, Zhan's stomach tightened. He watched Yibo intently, listening carefully to the conversation. He wasn't happy with the way Yixuan tried to poison Yibo's mind, and he was especially unhappy with the way Yibo was falling for it. "Tell him," Zhan said, not caring if Yixuan heard him or not. "Tell him /you/ want to cut him off. This is /your/ choice." Zhan leaned in a little, his lips brushing against Yibo's temple. "You don't want to talk to him anymore because he doesn't respect your relationship. With me. The only one you love. Tell him the truth, baby."

@♤ Xiao Zhan Zhan's warm hand was like a guiding light to Yibo's mothlike tendency to follow it. He rested his cheek on the older's lap, owlish eyes looking up at Zhan with all the adoration and respect he had within him. Yibo just had to be reminded that this type of love and care was all he needed, and nothing else mattered in the world besides it. He gingerly reached a hand out to take Zhan's phone when the older told him what to do next. Yibo's mind agreed to it immediately, but his heart was hesitating. He hated being so cruel to Yixuan, hated knowing that his childhood friend might call him ungrateful and a traitor...but he had to do it. Dialing Yixuan's number, which he knew by heart, Yibo held the phone up to his ears.

Three rings later, he heard Yixuan's voice. "Hello?"

"Y-Yixuan-ge..." Yibo responded quietly, his eyes still trained on Zhan's cold stare. His body shrunk a little as he continued, "I...can't contact you anymore."

"What? Is this Yibo? What's going on? Why are you not calling from your own phone?" Yixuan replied with a flurry of questions.

"I have to block you...its better for the both of us." Yibo said weakly.

"No way, this is something that boyfriend of yours told you to do isn't it? Yibo don't you see? He's insecure and hates that you have friends! If he truly loved and trusted you, he'd give you your freedom! You need to get away from him, Yibo. He'll abuse you to death someday if you don't leave him now."

@♤ Wang Yibo Zhan brought Yibo's chin to his knee, stroking his boyfriend's cheek. "Do it now," Zhan said, his voice dangerously calm. He didn't yell, didn't hold Yibo too tightly, but his narrowed gaze spoke volumes. Offering his own phone, Zhan passed it to his boyfriend and watched carefully to make sure Yibo didn't pull any dirty tricks. "Call him now, and tell him to never contact you again, because you're blocking all his contact. And we're moving."

@♤ Xiao Zhan The kiss brought immense relief to Yibo, since his gege was still willing to touch him to this extent. His sore and abused body seemed to be revitalized from that one gesture alone. He shuffled up to Zhan's side, dropping onto his knees at the older's feet like a puppy would its master when beckoned. Yibo's childlike mind couldn't think too far ahead to the consequences of the promises he'd make now, nor could he think too much about how awful of a friend he was being to Yixuan in the moment. He could only focus on his boyfriend, his protector, his everything. Yibo pressed two lightly balled up fists to his heart, looking up at Zhan with reverence. "I promise Gege, I won't ever talk to Yixuan-ge again. I won't think about him again." Complacent with his spot on the floor, Yibo ponderd: how could he be so lucky to have such a kind boyfriend, who gave him chance upon chance to redeem his stupid self?

@♤ Wang Yibo "I want you," Zhan groaned, exasperated. If Zhan didn't want Yibo, why would he go so far and do so much for a man he didn't want. He drew Yibo into his arms, kissing the younger to reassure him before pushing him away. It didn't mean all was forgiven. Zhan sat back down on the couch, at a loss for what to do. "Do you know how you will regain my trust again?" he asked lowly, gesturing for Yibo to sit at his feet. "Never talk to Yixuan again. Never think about him again. Come here and promise me that."

@♤ Xiao Zhan Yibo was pliant in Zhan's hold, his pupils trembling when Zhan questioned him. He didn't know why he had been so sure asking that favor from Yixuan would've been reasonable, and he wasn't even sure why he picked up the phone to begin with. "I...I didn't want Yixuan-ge to keep telling me things..." he said, shaking his head as new, hot tears dripped onto the carpet floor, "I don't believe his words, but he's my closest childhood friend...so I thought it wouldn't be nice to tell him to not call forever..." Yibo explained, though his reason sounded unconvincing even to himself. His narrow shoulders trembled from how hard Zhan was gripping him, a fresh wave of pain washing over his already sore body. "Gege...do you not want me anymore?" Yibo knew that everyone had a limit. Zhan had always been tolerant, but maybe this was the end. He knew that once Zhan threw him out, his life was as good as over. And he had no qualms about ending it all himself.

@♤ Wang Yibo 'Damn right, you do,' Zhan thought bitterly as he packed everything away in their kitchen, not bothering to be gentle as pots and pans banged against each other. He was angry. So angry at Yibo, angry at himself for falling for such a ridiculous guilt trip. /Every/ damn time. When he returned to the living room to find Yibo still kneeling, a hot flash of fury sparked in him. Did Yibo think he could be so easily forgiven? Zhan grabbed him by his elbow, yanking him up roughly. It wasn't hard. Yibo was ridiculously skinny. "Why did you tell Yixuan to not call for this period."