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Cheol woke in the morning, out of breath from a dream he couldn't remember. He couldn't tell if it had been a nightmare or a dream; he never could. He lay still, hand over his chest, counting his pulse. As his breaths slowed, he registered the tight grip he had on the knife that lay under his pillow. Cheol sighed, releasing the grip on the blade in favor of pushing himself up in bed to view his surroundings.
The fireplace at the back wall dimly lit the rest of the room. He surveyed the dark woo, the black drawn curtains blocking out the morning's light, his desk on the right side of the room still messy with papers from the night before. He paused, his eyes lingering on the bed in the opposite corner of the room. His angel's blond hair was messy against his porcelain skin. Hannie's visage was one to behold, and Cheol could spend all day watching the rise and fall of his lover's chest.
However, Cheol could not do that today because he had meetings to attend. Cheol's mafia was one of the largest in the Rain System's Central Realm. He was always busy with meetings, his workers, or other families in the realm. Today was just like any other: a meeting with Kwon Soonyoung and after with the Lee Family. Luckily, the meeting with Mr. Kwon will go smoothly; there are barely any hiccups when it comes to meetings with allies. They have been friends and family before either of their families were established in the Realm as prominent figures.
Both of their families had been run by one Taemin Lee. The bastard was at the top of the food chain for years and forced all mafias to begin through his own. Both Kwon and Cheol had been so unlucky as to begin their time in this realm when his reign was in full swing. Cheol had escaped first, as well as protected Kwon through the torturous hell hole that was Taemin's training grounds. Cheol cringed a bit at the memories of that place. He had done his best to protect Kwon and his angel, but he always felt it was never enough. His heart hurts now, looking at Hannie, but his mind rests easy now, knowing he is safe in his own house. Safe from Taemin and safe from Cheol's past self.
Cheol ran his hands through his hair. Now fully sat up, he swung his legs off the side, standing and stretching his muscles. He quietly went to the ensuite bathroom and took off his boxers, throwing them in the hamper. He turned on the hot water in the shower before pulling out his shaving kit and making sure everything was set. He stepped in under the water, letting the hot steam and water roll down his body. His muscles relaxed under the heat, and he allowed himself to stand under the shower for a few minutes before washing down. When finished, he did his skincare before exiting the bathroom to change into work clothes in the walk-in closet. Luckily, his choices for working days were very simple; mostly black, brown, gray, and beige suits and white button-downs made the choice easy.
Cheol chose a black suit, white shirt, and black accessories. He checked his obsidian-crafted watch to make sure he was still on time. He looked through his selection of cologne bottles and chose one that was outside his normal day wear. Hannie loved this smell, and Cheol wanted to surprise his angel when he returned home later. Smiling at himself and shifting his hair around slightly, he turned the lights off in his closet and to the main room.
The room was as dark as he had left it, with only the fire’s flicker shifting the light occasionally around it. Cheol secured his shoes and paused only once before leaving; he leaned down to look at the beauty of his resting Hannie. Cheol watched the rise and fall of his chest and smelled his angel's natural scent as he leaned down to leave one soft but lingering kiss on Hannie’s lips.
Exiting the room, he blinked quickly as the bright hallway lights and open windows lining the hall were a stark contrast to the dark peace of his room. He could smell food cooking and walked past several rooms to get to the double doors of the kitchen. Pushing open the white wood, he was welcomed by the sight of Moon, Jisung, Minho, and two of the kids. Celeste and Ollie sat in high chairs, eating and babbling with Jisung. The white quartz was sticky with syrup from the pancakes and juice spilled by the littles.
Moon was cooking on the stove, nearly finished. He was dressed in a black button-up with a dark purple vest on top of it and black slacks; Cheol admired Moon as he walked up behind him. Cheol was nearly hit in the face with Moon’s silver hair as he whipped around. Cheol set his hand heavily around Moon’s waist and raised his eyebrow at the slight panic on Moon’s face, but returned the smile that Moon’s pretty face melted into upon seeing it was his boyfriend. Cheol’s hands would have dared to wander if the kids were not in the room; so instead he chose a quick kiss and a coy whisper of “Nice ass hun.”
Moon tried to hide his blush, but the way his lips pursed as he tried to hide his smile, Cheol knew he had succeeded and proceeded to round the middle island to where his two other boyfriends were sitting. Cheol smelled Minho’s cologne, gave him a quick kiss on his neck, and stayed longer with Jisung. Cheol nudged Jisung’s head to the side, cradling the back of the puppy’s neck with his hand. Cheol breathed deeply, taking in Jisung’s scent, and gave him slow kisses and a small bite on his neck; this went on till Cheol could feel Minho’s eyes burning into the back of his head, and when he heard Celeste and Ollie giggling and Celeste saying “Appa ew das so gross.”
Cheol pulled away and gave a warning look back to Minho, who rolled his eyes in turn. Jisung was a blushing mess and covered his face, hiding his signature toothy grin as he giggled. Cheol quickly made his way to the two littles and hugged Celeste, who was in her school clothes. Celeste quickly wrapped her hands around her dad’s neck, giggling uncontrollably as Cheol spun her around. “How’s our Celeste? Getting enough food before school, hm?”
Celeste calmed down from her giggles as Cheol set her on the stool, nodding and hopping down from her chair. She spun around. “Look, Appa! Daddy dressed me all pretty in my school clothes!” Cheol smiled, picking her up again and holding her with one arm; he smoothed her hair with the other before setting her back down in the chair. “You look so pretty, my love! Have a great day at school!”
He turned to Ollie, kissing the two-year-old’s head, making the baby giggle and hold onto the only thing he could reach on his Appa: Cheol’s ear. Cheol exclaimed in surprise before moving the grip on his ear to his finger, smiling at his son before one last kiss. Cheol carefully freed his finger from Ollie's hand and reinterested him in his pancakes before grabbing himself a plate of Moon’s cooking. When he finished, he looked back at his watch, and just on schedule, his phone rang from one of his subordinates, Yachae, letting him know that his ride was ready.
Cheol smiled and gave everyone one last kiss before heading to the door. Pulling on the golden handle, he nearly ran into another of his partners. Ry stood in the doorway, looking surprised, their hand suspended in the air, clearly about to push it open. Cheol chuckled and carefully put his hand behind Ry’s neck and pulled them in for a kiss. “Well, hi there~,” Cheol said in a sultry voice. Ry unfroze, giggling gave Cheol a quick kiss and wished him a good day at work. Ry bounced into the room, their purple nightgown swishing with their movements; their immediate B-line was to Moon, who swept them up into a long kiss that Celeste was giggling at again.
Cheol took a last look and carried it with him as he walked towards the black staircase that led into the main foyer. He briefly checked on the activities of his employees busing themselves on the lower floors and went to his office to grab his gun on the way to the front door. Cheol tucked it away on his waistband and opened his front door to the cool morning air. Yachae was sitting by the open back door of his car; all of his papers were in a neat stack in her hands, and his briefcase was in the car.
“Well done, Yachae,” Cheol said, taking the stack of papers before sitting comfortably in the back seat. Yachae bowed in respect and thanked him before closing his door and rounding the car to the front to drive. Cheol frowned, focusing in as he reread the treaty documents in his hands before they arrived at the Kwon household. Yachae cleared her throat as a subtle reminder that the car was stopped before exiting and opening Cheol’s door. Cheol carefully placed the documents into his work briefcase, set his gun on top, and exited the car. He was greeted by several of Kwon’s underlings whom he was familiar with and greeted them by name and politely bowed his head in acknowledgment as they bowed to him.
“Appa! You’re here!” he heard his eldest son’s voice ring from down the hallway as the door was opened. Cheol smiled brightly as his son, Jihoon, stood with his boyfriend, Mr. Kwon. It seemed like there was some attempt to coordinate, as the handkerchief Kwon wore in his all-black suit was a shade of blue that matched Jihoon’s tee shirt. Jihoon was dressed inappropriately for the occasion, but he often wasn’t when Kwon knew it was only the Choi family coming over to visit. “Come here, JiJi bug,” Cheol said, smiling as Jihoon ran to hug him.
Cheol reminisced briefly on the first occasion Jihoon hugged him. Newer recruits of Kwon’s pulled their guns out swiftly as if Cheol was about to rob Kwon of his favorite treasure. It wasn’t as funny at the time, but it is now a fond memory Cheol enjoys whenever he gets to hug Ji. Kwon invites him in, and they talk at length about the treaty and its details; time passes, and they begin talking about home and just enjoying their time before Cheol has to go to his meeting with Taemin. Cheol gave hugs to Jihoon and Kwon before getting back into his car. Yachae gave him his second set of papers to brief over before they got to the Lee family house.
Cheol sighed, already sensing a headache coming on from the meeting he was heading to. He pinched his nose and rested his head’s weight onto his fingers. They were stopped at the border of the Lee territory; Cheol’s car bearing the crest of his family, they were always stopped going into unfriendly and neutral territory, and sometimes even into friendly territory as well. Cheol didn’t mind and was calmly reading in the back of the car as Yachae conversed with the guardsmen. His only small seconds of interaction were him giving a slight wave to the guards as they looked into the car to see who all were passengers. The guards conversed more; this slightly annoyed Cheol, but it did give him more time to scan the documents and rehearse the details. Yachae was quick to route to the Lee house after they were given the go-ahead by the men. Yachae again followed her routine of clearing her throat and opening the door for Cheol.
The Lee family house was looming as ever, the matte gray architecture with black accents was a style Cheol enjoyed, but this place housed many terrible memories from his past. Cheol took a breath and checked his watch before approaching the door. He gave the same short bow to the underlings as they greeted him and allowed him into the house. Cheol bowed deeper to match the bow Taemin gave, showing him mutual respect when really, he had none. The act Cheol and Taemin put on was purely for business and was more hostile than an outsider could see.
“You didn’t bring any of your pretty pets,” Taemin noted as he led Cheol back to his meeting room. Cheol could feel anger set in his bones but only hummed as an acknowledgment of the question. His chest felt tight looking at the rooms around him, and his blood boiled as Taemin started talking casually about Cheol’s boyfriends casually. Taemin knew how Cheol’s brain worked from the nearly two years he had spent breaking Cheol down. Taemin couldn’t threaten him and turn him back into that though; Cheol’s sheer power and influence in all of the middle realms stopped that. However, Taemin still liked to see his competitors suffer.
After they were both seated, Cheol refocused fully on the matter at hand. “Let us settle this land dispute, hm?” Taemin said with the same air of confidence that once terrified Cheol of his next actions. He breathed deeply once again, nodding, and handed his papers over to Taemin, who read through them. Cheol poured himself a glass of water and set it in a tester, which came back negative for poisons and drugs, so he drank it slowly, scanning Taemin’s face and body for reaction. Taemin nodded while reading, making notes on a pad he had off to the side. Taemin stood pacing momentarily before walking to the edge of the meeting table near Cheol. Cheol’s muscles tensed, ready to grab his gun as he set the crystal glass down slowly.
Cheol turned his head to look up at Taemin. “Yes, Mr. Lee?” Cheol asked, attempting to sound poised. Taemin smiled, leaning closer down, and Cheol forced his muscles to remain still as Mr. Lee leaned in closely. “Is that Hannie’s favorite cologne I smell, Mr. Choi?” Taemin coyly smirked, setting his hand on the back of Cheol’s chair for balance as he asked.
Cheol tensed and untensed his jaw muscle almost unnoticeably; he held himself back from punching Taemin in the throat. Cheol turned to Taemin with a nearly bored look on his face and briefly took in the features of the man in front of him. Taemin’s sharp jaw, gold-rimmed irises, slim nose, and dark hair were all things that he’d seen hundreds of times in hundreds of memories, always moments before he received scars that he still has today. “I feel that is a bit off topic, don’t you, Mr Lee?” Cheol frowned as he tried to steer the conversation away from his husband.
Taemin’s smile darkened, leaning in more, but Cheol didn’t move an inch as he whispered, “Mmm, what? You can’t handle me remembering things about your pretty little pet. You know, he used to be mine. I remember lots of things about him. The look of fear he always had in his eyes, the way he would smell your skin just to relax, the tremble that always ran through him, and,” he paused looking into the distance as a smug look overtook his features “and the way his insi-” his sentence went unfinished as Cheol decked Taemin who recoiled in pain.
“You little bitch!” Taemin yelled in anger, spitting blood from his mouth and looking back at Cheol. The familiar clanking of several guns being drawn as Taemin took up his, aiming it at Cheol, followed by his men doing the same. Cheol didn’t tense.
He felt more relaxed than he had this whole meeting. “Don’t you ever fucking think about him in that way again Lee. I'm warning you. I am being generous with this treaty, but you could have next to no land with a single word from me you fucking vermin.” Cheol spat, each word dripping with venom. Taemin stared at Cheol with shock. Mr. Lee didn’t want to look weak in front of his men and swiftly backhanded Cheol across the jaw with the barrel of his gun, muttering something about his family being dirty mutts. Cheol recoiled similarly to Taemin with the pain but returned with the grace of a saint. “Tell me if it is a deal or not before I walk out of here and make good on that threat,” Cheol said with an even voice.
Taemin struck him again, sending Cheol back to the left. Cheol pushed his tongue against the inside of his cheek and then his teeth, assessing for damage, knowing that he was probably already bruised. When he returned upright, he was greeted with signed papers from Taemin and everyone sitting civilly again. Cheol stood and bowed, Yachae copying him as they made their way out of the house, papers in hand, and got into the car.
Cheol could taste blood in his mouth, but his mind was focused on Taemin’s words. Jealousy bubbled in the pit of his stomach as he remembered the way Taemin caressed Hannie’s skin and then bruised it with such force that Angel still had the marks now. His anger festered and subsided as he drowned out Yachae’s worries about his face.
He was pulled away from his brooding as Yachae opened his car door. He brushed Yachae off, mumbling about seeing Tadori, the doctor, or someone about it later. His mind now was focused on getting to his husband as soon as possible. His anger and lust mixed with it as he dismissed other workers who approached him and turned to Yachae for answers about their boss’s mood. Cheol couldn't care less as he climbed the steps to the upper floor, and his feet fell heavy on the tiled hall. Cheol saw Nijiro poke his head out of the door to greet him, but gave Cheol one look over and decided against the possibility of suffering whatever wrath Hannie was going to get.
By the time Cheol reached his bedroom door, his chest was not only tight from his anger, but his pants were, too. His vow now was to mark Hannie and make sure Taemin knew whose angel he was at their next meeting. Cheol knocked from habit and entered the room, the black wood cold against his burning skin. The room was better-lit than it had been. The circular light fixture that hung down from the ceiling lit the room but was dimmed. Cheol scanned the space, noting that it had been organized since he was away, before fixing his eyes on Hannie, who sat in the far left corner of the room, back to Cheol, drying his wet hair at his dressing table.
Cheol removed his socks and shoes, then loosened his tie, stalking over to Hannie, who had yet to notice him. The dew on his angel’s skin from the shower and the lights from the ceiling made him look heavenly. Cheol could see the goosebumps form as his breath ghosted over Hannie’s neck. “Baby? You’re home early.” Hannie giggled, leaning his head backward to meet Cheol’s eyes.
The beautiful blue irises and the red in his lips were a perfect balance that Cheol admired whenever he got the opportunity. Cheol’s own olive-tinted eyes studied Hannie as if trying to memorize every detail. Cheol watched the slow bob of his husband’s throat as he swallowed, the way his eyes fluttered shut as Cheol placed a hand on his cheek. The rise and fall of Hannie’s chest mixed with the heartbeat Cheol could feel under his fingers brought him back to reality. Cheol blinked away the haze. “I had to get home to see my love.”
Hannie opened his eyes, smiling up at his lover who leaned in closer. Cheol slid his hand to the back of Hannie’s neck, tangling his fingers in the blond hair. Cheol’s lips met Hannie’s, the same ones that he had kissed time and time again, and he was given immediate access. Cheol danced his tongue with Hannie’s, but his real focus was on his free hand. He ran it up Hannie’s bare thigh; both Cheol and Hannie internally were glad that he hadn’t gotten dressed yet. Cheol allowed his hand to move higher, feeling the soft skin of his husband prickle with new goosebumps that followed his hand movements.
Cheol picked up Hannie mid-kiss, making the smaller yelp in surprise. “Baby, I’m delicate,” Hannie teased, tilting his head as he wrapped his slender legs around Cheol’s waist. Cheol mumbled softly against Angel’s skin, “I hope it bruises.” He then leaned into Hannie’s touch and began sucking dark circles into Hannie’s neck. The smaller threw back his head in pleasure, every kiss sending a wave of lust straight to his cock. Hannie allowed Cheol to maneuver him as he pleased, happy to be a doll here for Cheol’s needs.
Cheol enjoyed the moans coming from his lover and the tightening of Hannie’s grip when he began the kissing. Cheol bit Hannie harsher than normal, trying deliberately to leave marks. He felt desperate and feverish, like an animal just escaped from a prison. He felt Hannie’s cock harden against his stomach and took that as a sign to lay him on the bed.
Hannie looked like the pinnacle of grace as he was splayed naked on the bed. His skin was glowing a blushed pink and his cock bobbed above his chest beautifully. Cheol stopped to stare for only a moment before falling ungracefully to his knees to pull Hannie’s hips to his shoulders. He set out to bite and kiss Hannie’s thighs till they were full of hickeys, reminding anyone who saw Hannie he was owned.
Hannie moaned, gripping the sheets above his head. He looked down at his husband, who was obviously in a fit of passion. Hannie fell more in love with him at this moment. The feeling of love was overwhelmed by lust seconds later. “Baby, please! Stop teasing me~” he whined, trying to get Cheol to give him anything more.
Cheol looked up and couldn’t deny such a pretty sight and the need in Hannie’s voice sent electricity through Cheol’s body. He sat higher on his heels and took the head of Hannie’s cock in his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the tip and bathed in the sighs of pleasure coming from Angel. He took Hannie’s cock as far as he could go, bobbing his head to keep the whole shaft moist.
Cheol gripped Hannie’s hips with such strength they both knew there would be bruising along with the hickeys tomorrow. “W-what’s got you like this, baby?” Hannie’s shaky voice cut through the tension. Cheol looked up as reality set in softly. “Taemin said something about remembering you…” he said quietly, letting the anger burn in his chest, “but he can’t have you. You’re fucking mine and he’ll know it.” Cheol gritted his teeth before swallowing Hannie fully again.
Hannie threw his hand over his mouth, moaning loudly in surprise, already feeling himself close from all the teasing. “B-baby can I cum? Please, baby,” Hannie softly asked, looking at Cheol, who frowned in return. “Who are you?” Cheol posed to Angel. Hannie responded immediately, “Yours,, baby! I’m yours, every part of me.” Cheol smiled “damn fucking right you are” He moaned taking Hannie’s tip in before saying “cum for me, my everything.” Hannie didn’t have much time to even process the words before he could feel it building in his lower stomach “f-fuck cumming” he barely whispered as his body trembled and his muscles tensed.
Cheol pulled up slightly at the words, allowing the seed to fill his mouth. He swallowed it messily as he bobbed his head the last few times to help Hannie through his high. Cheol pulled off finishing all he could before breaking down on the floor.
As soon as Hannie returned to reality, he heard the thud of Cheol sitting back on his heels and the huffs of Cheol attempting not to cry. Hannie bolted up, looking down at his strong yet fragile husband. “Oh, baby you don’t have to worry… I know I’m yours and so does everyone else. You don’t have to prove it… but I’m always happy to do this if that’s what it means.” he chuckled as he petted the weeping boy's hair. Hannie stood urging Cheol with him by tapping his shoulders. “Come on, I need to clean up… and maybe I can help you relax in the shower,” Hannie said and winked as he leisurely walked to the shower, looking back at Cheol.