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It happened on the nights Yangyang went drinking with Lucas, only a handful of times. Ten was asleep and alone, save Yangyang's presence. Ten woke up halfway through the first handjob. He woke up facing a naked Yangyang, his head tilted to the ceiling and his hand guiding Ten's around his erection. Panic struck Ten and he almost pulled his hand away but a moan from Yangyang stopped him. He closed his eyes again, unsure of what he should do.
Yangyang's breathing grew more rapid and he groaned, moving Ten's hand faster.
"Shit." He breathed "Ten… I love you– ah!" Ten nearly flinched when he felt Yangyang's cum spurt onto his face but he had been expecting that much at least, and hopefully, Ten didn't do anything to make it obvious to Yangyang that he woke up during that molestation.
He felt Yangyang sit on the bed and clean off Ten's face with a tissue.
Then he leaned over, pressing his lips to Ten's before he left the room. Ten opened his eyes, staring up at the ceiling in shock. Love? Yangyang loved him. It was so overwhelming, he didn't know what to think or how to feel. He teased them all the time, made inappropriate jokes, flirted more than he should but he never intended to give any of them the wrong signals. Yangyang, his baby Yangyang, was in love with him.
Ten inhaled and exhaled slowly, running a shaky hand through his hair. Trying to ignore the erection he had.
He wasn't a first time victim to sexual assault. It was common for him to deal with inappropriate touches and gestures with how feminine he was but this was an entirely new level. He had no desire for attention like this, despite his flirtation and joking. He was asexual, mostly. That wasn't to say he didn't get the urge every now and then and generally Johnny would see to those urges, in exchange for Ten returning the favor but that was casual. A mutual agreement between friends and, well, Johnny would never make it weird. Even with Johnny around, Ten never sought u physical intimacy unless it was absolutely necessary.
In other words, on the rare occasion he had the time and energy to pop a boner.
Like now.
No. No. No. No.
He wasn't going to get off after being molested . It was wrong. Sick even. For someone as innocent as Yangyang to do it made it even worse.
Ten flipped onto his stomach, burying his face in his pillow. He was just in shock that's why he wasn't angry. That's why he was hard. Simply because his body didn't know how to react yet, but tomorrow it would all come into perspective. After he fully processed it, he'd confront Yangyang.
Tomorrow came and went, leaving what happened in the back of Ten's mind as he went about his schedules. Dance practice, recording, lives, interviews, photoshoots, fittings. He was busier than usual, ramping up for a comeback. He didn't mind, it meant Yangyang was also busy and neither of them had the time nor energy to touch on the subject of how wrong it was to molest someone the way he did Ten.
Wrong.
Not something that should happen again.
Yet, every night before bed, Ten found himself wondering if Yangyang would come to his room again. He felt a wretched kind of excitement thinking about it but every time he fell asleep he woke up undisturbed, everything the way he left it the night before. He suggested they go out for drinks after a day of recording, only to bail when they were all getting in the car.
Maybe it was alcohol Yangyang needed to attempt something again.
"Can you do me a favor?" Ten asked, looking at the now empty pack of sleeping pills. Yangyang grunted, looking over at him. "Next time you go out can you pick some up?"
"What is it?" Yangyang sipped at the drink Ten suggested Kun make for him because
'Their baby had a long day and needed to unwind'
At least that's how Ten put it.
"Sleeping pills. I took the last ones just now. They really work wonders." Ten dropped the package on the side table and Yangyang reached for it, reading the label.
"Have you been having trouble sleeping?" Kun asked
"Not with those. Seriously, I slept right through the fireworks yesterday."
That was a lie. They kept him awake all night, but Yangyang didn't need to know that.
"I'm heading to bed. Ah Kun-ge I think the cats are in your room tonight. If they bother you you can let them in mine." Ten yawned, hoping his sleepy act was convincing.
Then he waited. Tossing and turning, counting down the full hour and a half it took for his door to creek open.
"Ten?" Yangyang's voice slurred. Ten closed his eyes, focusing on keeping his breathing steady. Yangyang climbed onto the bed, gently removing the blanket, revealing Ten's very tight shorts. Ten wished he'd been facing away from Yangyang but it was too late to change positions now. Yangyang's hand ran up his thigh, over his hip, and over his bare side. It took everything not to burst into laughter from the tickle of his fingertips.
"Ten-ge?" Yangyang breathed out, hand running back over his hip and down his thigh. When Ten didn't respond Yangyang removed his hand. Then he felt Yangyang's erection press against the seam where his thighs met. Ten shifted, accidentally. Just to get more comfortable and Yangyang sucked in a breath, his hands stilling.
Ten grumbled something incoherent, turning around. Hoping it looked like him just shifting in his sleep. The position was better too. After a moment he felt Yangyang's hand cup his ass and Ten bit his lip. Face half buried in his pillow shielded it from Yangyang's view. He felt Yangyang inch closer, so he was flush with Ten, his dick pressed right up against his ass.
"Ten…" Yangyang sighed, grinding the head of his dick against the seam of Ten's thighs. After a few minutes of grinding Ten felt it slip between his legs. The precum lubricating it enough for it to be an easy slide.
Then Yangyang's arm wrapped around him, hand cupping Ten through his shorts and he was hard. So hard it fucking hurt.
"Shit." Yangyang pressed his lips to Ten's nape "Are you dreaming about me?" He whispered. Ten wanted to take Yangyang's hand and show him how he wanted to be touched, but if he told Yangyang that he was awake now, it would probably cause a huge rift between them and Ten wanted him to come back after tonight. His thrusting was slow but his breathing more ragged with each thrust and Ten felt himself nearing climax every time Yangyang's hand dragged over his clothed dick. He didn't allow himself to moan. Only let his breathing indicate his arousal as he came in his shorts, his muscles tightening, forcing a moan from Yangyang. A handful of thrusts was all it took for Yangyang to come apart over Ten’s thighs, his cum probably staining Ten's new shorts.
Not that it mattered. He bought them for this anyway.
Yangyang did minimal cleanup tonight. He wiped Ten's thighs with a tissue, murmured his 'I love you' into Ten's ear before leaving. Ten loosed a breath, his hand running over the wet spot on his shorts, gasping from the sensitivity.
Yangyang most certainly wasn't a baby anymore but he was still Ten's.
"Well uhh…" Johnny cleared his throat. Ten saw Yangyang shuffle across the doorway, glancing into the room. It had been an entire two months since Yangyang came back to Ten's room, despite Ten’s attempt to set it up again but Yangyang was always too tired. He always went to sleep before Ten could even offer him a drink. He couldn’t really complain, now that the comeback promos and stages had ended they were all taking advantage of the brief respite.
"Are you trying to ask me on a date, Hyung?" Ten chirped, far too loud for Johnny’s comfort. His eyes snapped up to Ten's, shock on them.
"What? No I was asking you to help—" Ten smacked his arm giggling when Yangyang walked by again. Johnny glanced over his shoulder at the door and Yangyang looked away, disappearing from view.
" Oh. " Johnny turned back to Ten and also laughed, he never missed a beat. "Is this you finally making me pay back that favor?" Johnny asked under his breath. Ten gave him a small shrug, leaning to look at the door.
"Yangyang!" Ten called. No response. "Baby! Come here!"
"I'm not your Baby!" He called from somewhere distant. Probably his room.
"Don't you want to get into a compromising position first?" Johnny laughed
"Oh! Yeah that's a good idea… take your shirt off." Ten hissed tugging at Johnny’s shirt. "Hurry before he gets here." Johnny obeyed, amused smirk plastered on his face. Ten grabbed Johnny’s neck and yanked him down onto the mattress. "Okay kiss me."
Johnny laughed, leaning in for a kiss but Ten changed his mind.
"No wait. My neck. Kiss my neck."
"What? You hate that—" Johnny started but Ten yanked Johnny’s face to his neck and called out for Yangyang again.
"Oh my god! What the heck do you want…" Yangyang froze in the doorway and Ten exhaled, tilting his head with a small moan of Johnny's name.
"Ten!" Yangyang snapped "What do you want?"
"Hm?" Ten rolled his body up into Johnny's, turning his head to see Yangyang. "Oh. Can you feed the cats for me?" He smiled. Yangyang groaned, pulling the door mostly closed on his way out.
Ten shoved Johnny away, wiping the saliva on his neck.
"Ugh ew gross. It's so wet." He grunted. Johnny clicked his tongue in irritation and smacked Ten with his pillow. Ten grabbed the pillow and shoved it in Johnny’s face.
"That didn't seem to have the effect you wanted did it?" Johnny asked. It was hard to tell, honestly. Yangyang was hard to read these days. Ten rolled onto his stomach, opening the calendar on his phone with a sigh.
"What day was your thing?" He asked. "I'll put it in my calendar and talk to manager—"
"Ten." Johnny hummed, crawling over. "When did you get these shorts?" Johnny asked, pulling at the hem of the shorts and releasing it with a snap. Ten hissed, smacking Johnny’s hand.
"When is your thing?" Ten repeated but Johnny straddled Ten's legs, reaching under his shirt and holding onto his slim waist for some leverage.
"Tuesday." He stated. Ten rolled his eyes, typing in his reminder while Johnny adjusted, his hardening dick pressing right into the cleft of Ten's ass, grinding against him.
"Comfortable?" Ten snorted, responding to a message while Johnny hummed in affirmation. "No penetration. I don't want to deal with the mess."
"Won't need it with those shorts." Johnny chuckled.
"I thought they'd have more of an effect on Yangyang if he saw me in them again but…" Ten sighed, letting Johnny adjust his hips so Ten's ass was angled higher. The creak of the bed made Ten grin, hoping Yangyang could hear what was going on.
"He's not a real man if he doesn't like these." Johnny's hand slid down his side and to the small of his back, pushing gently so Ten arched his back.
"Spare me from your alpha male bullshit." Ten groaned. Johnny clicked his tongue in annoyance and slapped Ten's ass, forcing a yelp from him and a hiss. Ten reached back, trying to blindly smack Johnny but Johnny grabbed his wrist, pinning it at Ten's side. Johnny bore down on Ten, short, shallow breaths tickling Ten’s ear.
"What exactly are you trying to achieve with Yangyang?" Johnny huffed in Ten’s ear.
"I want him to sneak into my room and fuck me when he thinks I'm asleep." Ten grunted, Johnny thrust a little too hard, forcing Ten's face into his pillow. He let out a muffled, surprised, noise and Johnny ceased his thrusting for Ten to readjusting. When he shoved the pillow away, Johnny picked up his movement again, more enthusiastically this time.
"You mean you want him to rape you?" Johnny's breath came out labored and his hips faltered again. Ten smirked, cocking one eyebrow. He knew Johnny liked it a little rough but he never thought he'd have a kink like that .
"Does the thought of Yangyang raping me turn you on?" Ten laughed. Johnny groaned, dropping his head on Ten's shoulder, not kissing him. Because Johnny knew he hated the mess saliva made. He nodded, whimpering and panting against Ten’s sweat slicked skin.
"He's molested me twice already." Ten purred. Johnny cursed, stretching Ten's shorts so he could slip his cock onto the smooth skin underneath.
"He snuck into my bed and fucked my thighs—" Ten started but Johnny interrupted, reaching around Ten to shove fingers into his mouth.
"Where's Leon's treats—" Yangyang asked from the doorway. Johnny didn't seem to hear, or maybe he did and just didn't care, because he thrust harder. Ten's face warmed when he saw Yangyang's frame in the corner or his vision, frozen in the doorway, watching them. Watching Johnny’s aggressive humping, hearing the noises he made with every thrust.
"You're thinking about it right now, aren't you?" Johnny whispered "About being used like that."
He wasn't really. This much from Johnny wasn't enough to get a rise out of Ten, but he nodded, regardless. Johnny's hips sped up and he thrust a handful of times before moaning, loudly, and his movements stopping, save for the small thrusts with every pulse of his cock. Ten's eyes wandered to the door, seeing it open just enough to see Yangyang staring. His eyes were wide and innocent but there was lust behind them and Ten smirked, realizing the plan to make Yangyang jealous might just work after all.
Ten smiled to himself when Yangyang crept into his room that night. He'd purposely left one of his toys out with a bottle of lube on his nightstand.
Yangyang picked it up, looking at the label before placing it back down and climbing onto the bed. Ten was on his stomach, one leg folded up and blankets half off himself, with only a thin t-shirt as pajamas. Yangyang pressed himself against Ten’s ass, his lubricated hand moving between his cheeks, teasing at Ten's asshole. Ten shifted, causing Yangyang's fingers to pop inside him. Yangyang let out a small gasp, working his fingers deeper. Ten's entire body was on fire, if he didn't get Yangyang's dick inside him soon he would lose his damn mind.
Yangyang pulled his fingers out, and he expected to feel Yangyang pressed up against him. Hard. Instead, it was painfully obvious that Yangyang wasn't even the least bit aroused.
"This is what you wanted, right?" Yangyang breathed, hand finding Ten’s cock, stroking it. "For me to rape you?"
Ten bit his lip, unsure if he should respond or not. He could feel Yangyang's hand trembling and a strange tension hung in the air.
"Open your eyes." Yangyang demanded. Ten sighed, his eyes fluttering open, turning his head to give Yangyang a sidelong glance. Yangyang's lips were pulled into a frown.
"Yes." He reached down and grabbed Yangyang's hand, holding it to his chest. Yangyang buried his face in the back of Ten's neck with a whimper. "Baby?" Ten asked.
"Stop calling me that." Yangyang groaned, his voice shaky. Ten flipped over, taking Yangyang's face between his hands.
"My baby Yangyang." He cooed, running a hand through his hair. "You'll always be my baby."
"Not in the way I want to be, though." Yangyang deflated, likely because he thought that meant Ten didn't see him as a grown man that wants a physical relationship. That was partly true, Ten didn't want Yangyang to be capable of such complicated relationships but he also wanted Yangyang for himself.
"Is that why you did this ?" Ten asked. Yangyang squeezed his eyes shut, burying his face in Ten’s pillow.
"I know it was bad. I… I made a mistake, I was drunk and—" Yangyang sniffled and Ten felt panic rising. He wrapped his arms around Yangyang, cradling him in the way a mother might comfort a child.
"Oh, Baby…" Ten cooed "It's fine. Its okay, Yangyang. I know. You're not a bad person, don't cry."
Yangyang shook his head, wedging his face between Ten's and the pillow, wrapping an arm around him, gripping the back of Ten's shirt. Ten hadn't even thought about the guilt Yangyang would be feeling. All he was worried about was baiting him. Getting him back in here to feel that rush and arousal again. He'd been too selfish.
"Look at me." Ten demanded, lifting Yangyang's face. He kissed Yangyang's forehead, then his cheek, wiping the tears from them. "It's okay, people do things they shouldn't do all the time. Look at yourself, the fact that you feel like this now means you're not a bad person. I know, you just made a mistake okay? Don't cry, Baby." Ten placed another kiss on his nose and Yangyang nodded.
"I'm really really sorry."
Ten sighed, letting Yangyang settle again, tucked under Ten's cheek while he ran his fingers through Yangyang's hair, over and over again until Yangyang stopped murmuring his apologies.
"You know, I want this too." Ten finally told him. Yangyang didn't react and Ten pulled away to look at his face. He'd fallen asleep, tears still staining his face. "I love you too, Baby." He whispered, kissing Yangyang's cheek. There would be time for confessions later, when Yangyang didn't feel as guilty. So he pulled the blanket over them, rested his cheek on Yangyang's head and found a restful sleep.
"Breakfast is here!" Ten shouted, Kun emerged from his room, sleep still evident in his eyes.
"Where's Yangyang?" He grumbled, lazily grabbing the bag Ten handed him.
"Slept in my room." Ten smiled, arranging the food on a plate. "Still sleeping."
"He feeling better?" Kun yawned. Ten grinned, nodded and hurried back to his room, breakfast for both of them in his hands. Ten placed the plates down, chasing away the cats that closed in on them before kneeling by the bed.
"Wake up, Baby." Ten kissed Yangyang's temple. Yangyang groaned, slowly opening his eyes, voice hoarse as he grumbled his confusion. "I had breakfast delivered." Ten climbed on the bed and placed the plate in Yangyang's lap. He took a few minutes to adjust his eyes before he began eating in silence.
Ten watched, eating his own food while he waited for the right time to reciprocate Yangyang's feelings. Finally, after what felt like hours, Yangyang finished eating and had dragged one of the cats onto him as he sank back into the bed and pillows.
"Can we talk about last night?" Ten asked. Yangyang sighed, burying his face in Louis' fur.
"It's fine. I know even if you did want to we can't." He murmured.
"What?" Ten laughed "What makes you say that? Being idols doesn't mean we can't have romantic interests, it just means we can't let the public know about it."
"China." Yangyang huffed "You're leaving again and we live together."
Ten blinked at Yangyang, utterly confused by his words. He didn't think things like that would be a big issue for Yangyang, not when that line had already been crossed.
"Is there something wrong with living together?" Ten asked.
"Yeah. That kinda stuff is too serious too fast. Its not good for relationships if you don't take the proper steps. You date first then you live together then you get married."
Ten laughed again, startling Leon who was creeping up to Ten's empty plate. Of all the things for Yangyang to say. He didn't expect such an old fashioned approach to relationships.
"Your always so busy too. I get know what your going to say already. Its just too complicated, that's why…" Yangyang released Louis, another sigh escaping his lips. Ten snorted, understanding now what Yangyang was doing. Shielding himself from rejection. Ten crawled forward and Yangyang sank further into the pillows.
"Don't even try that shit with me, Baby." Ten scoffed "I'm going to love you and you're going to love me."
"Heh?" Yangyang's eyes widened and color had finally returned to his cheeks.
"You're still such a baby." Ten laughed, bumping his forehead to Yangyang's brow. Yangyang let out a huff and whined in protest at the pet name. "I think both of us have plans today, but I'll see you tonight when I get home, okay?"
Yangyang nodded and Ten caught his lips in a quick, small kiss.
"If I fall asleep before you get home feel free to sneak into my bed again, Baby. "