✗ asylum

@⌖ yangyang l. "I could and would have said yes, you motherfuc—" His words were cut short as he felt digits brush against his prostate rather roughly, making him arch his back unconsciously, once again his teeth digging into the flesh of his lips this time even harder than the last time. Yet, he didn't care if he'll get bitten by the obviously sharp teeth, because if the other was going to go crazy on him like that then might as well do it all the way.

He honestly couldn't tell what felt worse out of the three: him getting forced into submission, his permission not being taken into consideration, or the fact that his own gang member caused the previous two because he thought that he wasn't trustworthy enough and that he didn't have his back in a simple matter of . "you know what? you, Yang! This isn't being ing nice if you haven't noticed"

This was more like a torture if anything, because which person goes as far as the male went within the past few minutes, only to try and mess with him with the slow hard pressing against his prostate. But then again, at that moment Jeno wished he had more control over his body, as he felt himself embarrassingly hardening at the action, whimpers being left at the front of his throat begging to be let out.

@⌖ jeno l. Yangyang only scoffs in response, shaking his head in disbelief as he curled his fingers, pressing them even deeper until his digits brush up against the other's prostate. "Yeah? We both know ing well that that's not going to work," he barks through gritted teeth. "Even if I had asked, you would have said no and you know it."

It sounded almost like a joke to him, the possibility of some lowly member asking the mafia's second-in-command for a favor. It was a situation that seldom happened, unthinkable almost, no one in this line of work would ever give a deranged kid a listen. Yangyang knew that well, because back in his old gang, no one else but his adoptive father had listened to him, and so he didn't expect any better from a mafia family that wasn't familiar with him and his aggressive tendencies. He almost felt sorry for the man below him, but the other's struggle only made him even more feral, teeth bared and ready to bite.

"Now hush, you talk too much for someone who won't say the right things," Yangyang purred, pressing his fingers down onto Jeno's prostate, hard but so unbearably slow. "I suggest you shut it while I'm still being nice with you."

@⌖ yangyang l. Lack of fear, uncaring of their own lives, damaged beyond repair, and many more characteristics only the best of their gang members had. And Yangyang was one of the best, yet Jeno seemed to have forgotten about that for a moment, only to be brought back to reality in a harsh way. Being reminded that at the end of the day he and the boy who had a steel hold on him aren't that different after all, they just had different coping mechanisms with all the ery of this world, and his happened to be less obvious than the male's.

"oh, you!" he replied back to the threat of being taken dry, even though he obviously didn't want that to happen, knowing how much it will hurt due to previous experience that he wasn't that proud of. However, whatever more was going to come out of his mouth was swallowed right back as he felt fingers invading his insides one after the other, making him bite his lip in an attempt of not giving the male any kind of satisfaction of hearing his groans.

He once again tried pushing himself against the male, but that only resulted in the fingers slipping even deeper inside of him, making him go still within seconds. "couldn't you have just /asked/ me for help dealing with your rut, you ?" it must of have been funny to anyone hearing Jeno claim that the other needed to ask for anything, since it was well known that gangsters don't really /ask/ for anything, but they just take and take until they're either satisfied or there is nothing more to take.

@⌖ jeno l. "Do it, then. Kill me," Yangyang replied nonchalantly, his voice unwavering. "The sooner I'm gone, the better. Isn't always like that? Everyone wants me to die, your threats aren't special."

At this point, Yangyang had seen enough of the world to be completely over everything. The boy had no fear. After all, he had absolutely nothing to lose, nothing to live for besides the urges of his insanity, which by now had gotten him into places where he shouldn't be. No measly threat from the mafia's higher ups was going to deter him, especially when he wasn't even in full control of his senses. "Tell me when I care," he snarled, harshly pulling him back by the throat. "Another word from you and I'll you dry, you hear me?" Yangyang leans over the elder's back, merciful enough to slip one finger in at a time. "If you're not going to beg, then keep your mouth shut."

Now, an alpha in rut usually had little to no patience at all. But Yangyang had to remind himself that the person beneath him was human, a little more fragile than his own kind, and definitely not someone who was capable of producing slick. He had no idea why he was even considering being so nice, but pre-rut still left him some sort of clarity. At least, it did for now, while his rut hadn't hit full force. "Now be a good boy for me, yeah? You wouldn't want this to hurt, now would you?"

@⌖ yangyang l. Jeno should realize by now that he was probably screwed that and shouldn't have let the male free in the first place, but him being him, he just struggled as much as he can which didn't do much to his case, as yangyang seemed to get a rush of strength, overpowering him rather easily, and manhandling him into whatever position he wants him to be in, pressing him even more against the cold floor "I'll ing kill you, do you hear that? touch me and I'll ing kill you, yang" he really is trying to get his point through to the boy, but it seems like his voice was going into one ear and out the other within seconds.

"I'm your boss, not a god damn prey, you—" he took a deep breath, warm breathe fanning his neck as cold air hit his exposed skin which seem to be only bruising and breaking under the harsh treatment. And maybe, just maybe he would have been aroused and enjoyed this more if he was consented with this whole deal in the first place. "beg..." he snickered, wondering if the boy thought some manhandling and bruising will get him to beg.

"I swear to god, Yang" he pushed himself back against the boy trying to use strength even though he was obviously at the short end of that one, but he still had to figure a way out of this, and it certainly wasn't going to be through words, that was pretty obvious from the pressure he just felt against his hole.

@⌖ jeno l. The light flickers above their heads for a split second, growing a little more dim as the doctors eventually abandon the control room for the timebeing. He growls back even louder, the sound animalistic when it leaves his throat. He hoists the other up effortlessly, flipping him over and forcing him to his knees, tightening his grip over him when he manhandles him into a position he was satisfied with. With a firm grip over his throat and his claws digging into the other's side, he ruts his hips against him fervently, his movements rough and completely unrestrained.

"Maybe you should have thought twice," Yangyang purred in his ear, clawed fingers already busy at pulling down the other's jeans, leading red traces over his exposed thighs as he went. "What makes you think I'm going to let go of my prey so easily?" he taunted, breath ghosting over Jeno's neck. Shame that he didn't have a scent gland he could mark right then and there. Maybe he'd settle for digging his teeth into his shoulder later on.

With half of the other's clothes out of the way, Yangyang takes an experimental dip, pressing a knuckle over the other's puckered hole. "Maybe if you beg, I could be gentle on you. At least, as gentle as my rut will allow me."

@⌖ yangyang l. Jeno didn't know what he was expecting out of this whole situation, but it certainly wasn't him getting knocked down on the floor, breath leaving his lungs for a second from the hard fall, skin tearing under the pressure of the sharp claws the boy seemed to own. And for a second he felt discoordinated, losing control over his body momentarily, lips falling open in a silent scream of pain, and having the bare minimum memories of how he ended up like this, as all he remembers is red blood orbs staring right through his own dark brown ones before he ended up on the floor. His breath was stuck on his throat the moment he heard the word rut, seemingly having totally forgotten that the male on top of him wasn't exactly human when he released him.

"ing hell!" he cursed, finally regaining control over his body, feeling the pain running through his veins as the claws dug even deeper into him, but that wasn't his main focus at the moment. "Can you get the off me?!" he tried to struggle against the male, but it only seemed to do him more harm than good. And it didn't help that he never really got to deal with any werewolves in hand to hand combat, and he especially had no experience what so ever dealing with an alpha in rut. It made him wonder if he will be able to get this over with as easily as it is to deal with vampires.

"Yangyang" he growled back, trying to assort some kind of control and order between the two of them, even though his body was screaming at him to lay lax and just relax and groan in pain.

@⌖ jeno l. If he hadn't been trying to keep up this facade of his, he would have scoffed. It was apparent that none of his own gang members really knew his personality, or the fact that threatening Yangyang with a knife did nothing but please his unusual liking for sharp objects. He was a well designed bomb, only wired to explode under certain conditions, proceeding to piece itself back together after it had done its damage. He had not expected the other to be so clueless, a mistake so easily made the moment he decided to fit the key into the lock.

When Yangyang's wrists were freed, he stood up, stretching out his limbs and feeling his blood finally circulate properly. But the second he stood, he immediately hunched over with a low growl, feeling an unbearable amount of heat consume his lower half, rapidly climbing up to his shoulders and neck like wildfire. He feels primal aggression clouding his vision, his eyes flashing red once more, but this time the color stays, and it looked as though he were about to tear through the door. Unfortunately, Jeno was in his path, and the target in his head immediately switched, locking in place.

Yangyang becomes feral in the blink of an eye, spurred on by the effects of his biology. He tackles the human to the floor with ease, knocking his only weapon away from him. An almost sinister chuckle leaves the boy's lips as he held him against the floor, fangs bared in warning and claws slightly hooked into the other's skin. His pheromones were suffocating in the small space, but he doubt Jeno could even sense it anyway. "Funny how they didn't tell you I was in rut," he tsk-ed, shaking his head and digging his claws in further, "otherwise you would not have done something so stupid."

@⌖ yangyang l. Jeno hummed in thoughts, wondering if anyone around here knows what they're doing at all, because the boy in front of him is obviously not getting any better as he keeps coming around every other day. "They don't know what's wrong" he repeated the words, paying extra attention to the simple phrase. "You seem totally aware of what's wrong.....I see" nodding, he contemplated taking a seat on the bed, because even though it looked completely untouched, he was still sure that some poor soul must of have been chained to this exact same bed at some point, even though they seemed to go with the floor for his fellow gang member.

To be completely honest, he expected the situation to be way worst than this, the male seemed to be in his right mind, he was talking, making sense of himself and he seemed awfully calm on top of it all, so this meant one of two things. Either the ers outside aren't doing their job properly and they just wasted his time, or the male in front of him was putting on a perfect act of being the poor victim here. And knowing how the world works, the second option seemed to be more likely than the first one.

Moving closer to the male, he got down to be on the same eye level as him, pulling out the key he was handed earlier by one of the doctors in one hand, while the other reached for his pocket knife that had his name crafted on it. "Listen here" he started off, pointing the sharp side of the knife towards the boy's pretty face "I'll remove the cuffs because you asked nicely, but just know that I will ing slaughter you if you try anything funny on me, okay?" he made sure that his tone and expressions showed exactly that he wasn't in the mood to play any games, and hopefully the male knows better than to try and mess around with him, because at the end of the day he was still ranked higher than him and can make his life a living hell if he wanted to. "we can talk it out, and I'll see if we can get you out of here and convince them you're okay again" he explained, placing his knife back into its original spot before starting to work on the boy's cuffs.

@⌖ jeno l. Humans were rather oblivious sometimes, but he couldn't really blame them for their lacking senses. Sure, it was a given that Yangyang wasn't exactly right in the head to begin with, but his recent show of aggression was not at all induced by his insanity. His doctors were all human, nothing more than a bunch of overconfident professionals always trying to make sense of something they didn't understand. It was probably the main reason why Yangyang had yet to feel any better despite their therapy sessions and instructions. Simply put, they just didn't work anymore. But that didn't matter now, this problem of his was much more different.

Yangyang's eyes flashed a faint red as he met the other's eyes, the dim lightning above him making it seem like a harmless orange color. He sat motionless on the floor, but his eyes were busy looking around, studying the figure in front of him. "No , I've been through four room transfers today," he replied, glaring at whoever was on the other side of the window, "They don't know what's wrong."

"But whatever, just take these off, will you? My wrists are getting ing sore," Yangyang mumbled, raising his hands to reveal he had been cuffed prior to Jeno's visit, with a long chain keeping it attached to the wall behind him. He mutes his expression with faux discomfort, to hide those intentions behind a facade he had grown used to having up front. Pre-rut was a horrible season to be going through while he was in the asylum, but unfortunately none of the doctors were ever brave enough to get within three feet of him, at least close enough to reach. So of course, he would now have to settle for a different victim.

@⌖ yangyang l. Looking through the small room, Jeno wondered how no one felt completely trapped inside of here, being sure that he would lose himself if they locked him inside of here for a few hours even if he was sane, and maybe that's exactly what's happening to the male in front of him. Maybe he wasn't really crazy after all and everyone just lacked enough understanding of his situation so they just labeled to the next closest thing which sadly happened to be /craziness/. So by the end of the day, he might need to have a word with their kingpin about the boy after all.

Running his fingers through his hair, he simply shrugged at the comment knowing that his visit wasn't exactly an expected one. "Yangyang....Man" he sighed, not sure how to address the whole situation, because he just can't be like 'stop acting like this' knowing that the male himself is most likely not able to control himself and isn't doing this on purpose. "you good? did they hurt you?" he questioned as his eyes landed on the scratching marks on the boy's pale skin unsure if it's self inflicted or if they're from one of the doctors being too rough. "you kind of look like right now, I'm not gonna lie" he added as he went back to looking around the room even though he memorized every corner of it already.

It would be a lie to say he knew what he was doing right now, but he kept a neutral expression not wanting to seem as lost as he felt about this whole situation, as the last thing he wanted to happen was for the male to smell a weakness and use it against him.

@⌖ jeno l. Control had always been something Yangyang had very little of. He grew up with too many restrictions, left with no room to breathe, and as a result every fiber of his being was resorting to recklessness in order to feel free. This was his tenth visit to the asylum with the current month, and needless to say, the doctors have already had enough of him and his inability to listen to their orders. He had been strapped to a chair, chained to the wall, locked in solitary confinement for a whole day, given drugs, and yet none of those attempts had worked on easing his aggression. If anything, it only seemed to make it worse.

Now here he was, in a dimly lit cell at the end of a very long hallway, where only the most difficult patients ever stayed. The lights were a warm faded orange instead of a blinding white, illuminating a thinly padded floor and a much thicker padded wall, bouncing off of the one-way mirror at the front. There was a simple bed in the corner, but it was clean and untouched, the young man seemed to prefer sleeping on the floor than anywhere else. But that was the least of their problems, especially now that Yangyang had started to become feral in the past several hours of his stay due to reasons that the doctors could not seem to figure out.

So in a turn of fateful events, Yangyang found himself coming face to face with one of Ares' second-in-command, eyeing the poor soul who had to most likely force himself out from headquarters just to come see him. "What a surprise," he purred, lips curling into a toothy smirk, "didn't expect to see you here."

@⌖ yangyang l. Jeno asked for one peaceful day within this place, just twenty four hours free of he has to clean up, but it seems like that's too much to ask for as the moment he saw the unknown number calling him, he was already aware that his once chill day was going to be turned upside down. "ing hell" Mumbling into the phone, he let out a deep sigh knowing that he will be missing his comfy seat in the office. "I'll be there, just—" picking up his car keys, he already felt an upcoming headache "keep him under control and make sure he doesn't kill anyone" and with that he hanged up.

The car ride was short just as expected from the speed he was driving with, and before he knew it he was standing beside some /doctors/ who were explaining to him exactly what happened to his fellow gang member, and how the boy just has been acting extra violent to the extent that no one was able to step a foot into the room he was locked in, all afraid of the consequences of what will happen if they did, and yet for some reason they thought suggesting for him to check on the male was the best idea for now.

"" was the only word he could think of as they basically pushed him inside the room before re-locking it as fast as possible, making it seem like they were keeping in some kind of beast.