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Ji-Woon was sitting on a crate, his back against the wall. They were at Gideon again. He wasn’t happy about that fact, and something dark and deep continued to claw at the forefront of his mind with each passing second.

He didn’t like that Danny kept coming back here, didn’t like that he had shown his face to the others, and he certainly did not like the way Amanda kept looking at him in that way Ji-Woon knew all too well. He knew he said he’d try, he really was, but it was getting harder the more Danny opened his circle.

Ever since the campfire, his lover had become quite social.

Danny loved the sound of his own voice. They visited the saloon on a regular basis now; the killers there had grown fond of the dark shroud. It wasn’t just Danny’s newfound charisma; he was more approachable now with the help of the Doctor. Another friend, whom they had also gone to see at Lery’s a few times.

He didn’t know how Danny did it with as much sleep he was getting, and trials in between, but he had to slow down soon right? Inevitably, that was the pause in this madness Ji-Woon was waiting for. Ji-Woon was starting to feel dragged down by it. He hated it. If he had things his way he would keep Danny in his room, locked away from the others, and only needing to leave to go do trials before coming back to him.

His thoughts displayed plainly on his face, he glared at nothing in particular. The sound of laughter near the workbench drew him out of his thoughts, and a frown graced his lips. Eyes coming back into focus as they shifted to see Danny and Amanda huddled around his fancy camera. Ji-Woon wondered if Amanda’s sense of humor ran in league with the Shroud’s, that would be another mark against her.

His simmering dislike for her had boiled into full blown hatred. He wanted, no, needed to kill her. He had to punish her for overstepping. He had warned her and all the others. Had staked his claim long ago. He didn’t need to speak it aloud; just his presence, a looming shadow that never left the man’s side, and a look to everyone telling them to back off…This, for the time being, had worked wonders. Mostly.

There were killers like The Doctor and The Huntress, who minded their actions around Danny when Ji-Woon was also there. But then there were others, like The Clown and the man they call Freddie, whose intentions were more sinister than Ji-Woon would have liked. Those two, with Amanda, continued to walk the fine line of his patience.

Danny’s favorite person to visit was Myers, who showed no reaction to Ji-Woon’s attachment nor Danny’s persistence in learning how to speak his silent language, which suited the brightly dressed man just fine. He couldn’t intimidate everyone, and that deeply unsettled him to the point where his violent tendencies had taken a sharp turn.

The survivors felt the brunt of it. His trials had been more ruthless, and he showed no mercy to any who came across his path. He didn’t stop when Yun-Jin gave him curious looks, or when Jake tried to stop and talk to him in the middle of the trial; not even when a new red-haired survivor with glasses suddenly appeared on his hook. His anger was as sharp as his blades, and he began plotting.

Ji-Woon entertained the thought of torture; his knives would carve Amanda up nicely. He could practically see it, as they carved designs made with a steady hand and precision. Shallow at first, so she would feel every stab of pain, before slicing deeper until his blade met bone, eliciting shouts of pain with every deep and bloody laceration.

She would fight him, of course, but even with the Entity’s strength she wouldn’t overpower him. Then with her strung up in intricate knots, slowly bleeding from her wounds, he would show Danny. Present her to him, a declaration of love he was sure wouldn’t need any words.

Danny would understand. Then he would kill her, and they could watch the red run down her neck as life slowly left her eyes. Amanda didn’t look like someone who would beg for their life, but he would get it out of her. He always did.

He would do it for his shroud, for them, because he loved him. He hadn’t found the right time to say it yet, but his Danny was smart. After the campfire they had talked about their relationship, how Danny liked what they had. It had been perfect, until they’d started on the topic of boundaries.

During this conversation, this absurd notion of this new ‘social’ Danny had emerged. Everything went completely over Ji-Woon’s head the second Danny admitted he also liked their relationship. He wasn’t going crazy, Danny wanted him too, and there was an unspoken connection that made Ji-Woon’s heart soar and validated his own feelings. Which brought him back to the current situation.

Why was Amanda still talking to him when she knew Danny was already his? The gears in his head continued to turn at the thought. The two were still standing together, but when the girl’s dainty hand came up to rest on Danny’s shoulder he’d seen enough. Jumping down off the box, he swiftly made a path towards them before forcing his way in between the two with a threatening look thrown her way, acting as a buffer to keep their shoulders from touching, effectively forcing the hand to remove itself.

“What is funny?”

“I sat in on a trial, after one of mine, and to my surprise it was that killer with the little one growing out of the side. Did you know the tall one is a woman? Apparently, they’re twins.”

“Medically, it’s insane, but seeing these photos it looks quite funny. Look at the little one, it’s ugly.” Amanda’s eyes never left Ji-Woon’s as she spoke. Challenging any threat, the taller man was making by staying where she was. She thought she was safe just because Danny was with them too.

She overestimated her importance.

Ji-Woon slowly took his eyes off of Amanda to get a closer look at the camera before him, He had to agree. Reluctantly. It was a little off putting. There was a massive opening running along her side, how she moved without being in pain was a mystery, and there was another little human inside the gaping maw, as if that was its home. Truly grotesque. He made a face at the screen as they continued to make jokes at the woman’s expense. 

Maybe if he stayed here then she wouldn’t make any more contact. He put his hands in his pockets and relaxed his shoulders as he prepared to stand for as long as needed between the two. Danny laughed at something Amanda said.

He was going to kill her.

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Danny, for the most part, had been enjoying his newfound freedom. He had found a perfect balance between Jed Olsen and Danny Johnson. He wasn’t sure it was possible anywhere else, definitely not back in the real world. There, one fuck up could mean the death penalty, especially if he’d stayed in Florida.

He wore his mask when it was time to kill, but when he wasn’t, then he wore it whenever he felt like it, which means to say he rarely wore it at all these days. It was exhilarating and right now he wouldn’t have it any other way. He thought he had friends, Legion, maybe Herman, and he’s got something with Myers. He was still working on that.

Michael did know sign language, but Danny didn’t, and that was his next thing to learn while he was here. Although the other white masked killer was not exactly a teacher, he had to learn on the fly just from watching the man make words and interpret. It was difficult, he’d admit, but Michael attempted to talk to him, of all people, and he wasn’t going to waste it.

Speaking of friends, he had another who wasn’t so much a friend anymore. More like a really good friend with benefits… boyfriend? Yeah. He never had a boyfriend before. Or a girlfriend, for that matter. Relationships like that didn’t fit his lifestyle all too well.

Ji-Woon was different though, he cared. A lot. He was clingy, Danny couldn’t take three steps without the taller man shadowing him, if such a brightly colored thing could be called that. The popstar was so possessive of him and his time. To many people he would’ve been a walking red flag back in the real world.

But to Danny, that would have stuck out to him as an opportunity to take advantage of. With him as the center, he would have had the power to manipulate and possess such a fragile mind. He had no reason to anymore, not here at least, but in a way he kind of already did unintentionally.

Ji-Woon shifted and Danny’s eyes wandered over to him. He had his head resting on the darker killer’s shoulder. He knew by the movements he wasn’t sleeping anymore, but Ji-Woon continued to stay where he was as a sigh of content left his mouth. They were currently in Haddonfield. When they got there Michael hadn’t been around. He assumed he was in a trial and decided to stay for a bit.

The house at the end of the street had a fireplace in it, so that was where they set up camp for the time being. Danny had removed his shroud already, with the heat coming from the fire, and was comfortable in just his black shirt, while the taller man wasn’t wearing any shirt under his long coat. As soon as they sat down Ji-Woon had immediately relaxed into his shoulder and fallen asleep.

Danny listened to his quiet breathing and remembered his own clock was different from the one the kid ran on. Maybe he should attempt to sleep more if only to lay near the warm body for a time. His thoughts were interrupted by the soft call of his name. He let out a questioning sound in acknowledgment but they both still stayed where they were.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Hm?”

The man continued to gaze into the small fireplace before letting out a deep breath, as if he had been holding it in for some time. “You know I love you right?” 

All movement in his body stopped. The question hung in the air between them. He was waiting to feel for any sign from the man that it was a trick question or a joke, anything that would be given away through body language.

Danny’s thoughts slowed down when he heard those words. Ji-Woon loved him. Love. Loved him? How did he know it was love? Somehow, the term didn’t quite fit. It could be adoration or maybe heavy admiration. But love? When he thought it though, he wasn’t too sure what love even was either.

The only example he had was his parents from long ago, and they definitely weren’t in love. It had seemed more like they tolerated each other for his sake. He turned to lay a soft kiss on top of the head on his shoulder. He liked what they had. He wasn’t sure if he loved Ji-Woon, not like that. Not yet.

“You…do not love me.” He stared at the top of the lavender colored head, his gaze sliding down when the other turned to him and they made eye contact. Ji-Woon threw a leg over his waist, straddling his hips and settling the rest of his body comfortably in the darker man’s lap. The dancer rested his hands on the chest in front of him, his hands softly gripping the fabric of his shirt. He now looked down at Danny as he leaned over him and brought their faces close.

“I will ask again. Do you love me?” There was something in his voice that Danny heard but couldn’t quite place. Something of faint distress.

“...” He thought he saw a hint of pain in those eyes and mentally worked to salvage his mistake. “Have you ever been in love, Ji-Woon?”

“Yes-”

“I’m not talking about this. Did you love anyone back before you were brought here?”

“I… have relationships. Not like this. You are the first.”

“Then how do you know for sure it’s love? I’ve never loved before either, so I can’t say I do when I’m still trying to figure it out.” He went to wrap a hand around those muscled hips showing through his open yellow coat and brought the other hand up to brush away some lavender hair that fell out of its perfect hairstyle.

His voice dropped more into a whisper as he brought his lips closer to Ji-Woon’s. “For the record though, just because I don’t love you doesn’t mean I don’t have feelings for you. Like I told you before.”

Their lips made contact in a small kiss.

“I know it is love.” Another kiss. “And that’s okay. You do not have to right now. You will.”

Danny didn't like the sound of the implication. What was that supposed to mean? “Feeling confident then?”

“I am …mallep. You are unable to ignore it. How could you refuse this?” 

This time, when he lowered down for a kiss, Danny was ready with his eyes closed as he leaned his head up to meet those tempting lips halfway. When none came, he opened them to see that Ji-Woon had stopped just before their lips met with a self-satisfied grin.

“Pretty confident.” Ji-Woon said, copying his earlier words, as he saw the smug look leave those eyes. Ji-Woon couldn’t be bothered, fascinated instead by the small dusting of red that ran across the face below him. 

“Good one pretty boy.” Danny recovered quickly and smashed their lips together before the smartass could get another comment in.

The kiss was bruising. The Trickster had no patience this time around. Ji-Woon kissed like he was a man starved, forcing his way in and claiming everything he could get his tongue on. Danny wasn’t in love, but he wanted the other to know that he did care for him.

His hands began to take off the coat that had been returned to the singer not too long ago, receiving help as those lean arms shrugged out of it, dropping it to the floor, and Danny was met with heated pale skin. He felt hands return to his clothed chest to use, pushing him back against the couch, as he began a slow grind of his hips.

Danny’s hands shot back to grab Ji-Woon’s hips in an attempt to control the wild paced movements, his arousal showing a clear interest by the tent growing in his pants with each rub of the smitten body above him. They broke their kiss for air followed by Ji-Woon leaving hot open-mouthed kisses along Danny’s neck.

It felt like he was leaving hickeys with each pass, but then Danny let out a pained noise when a set of teeth harshly bit into his skin where his neck met his shoulder. It stung and ached as a tongue quickly came back in swipes at an attempt to sooth and stop the small dots of blood from welling up around the mark.

Ji-Woon gently blew on it, and Danny exhaled a breath and closed his eyes at the feeling. When he opened them, the other was staring intensely at him. Ji-Woon met his eyes with a challenging look, daring him to say something about it. 

On the inside he felt outraged that Ji-Woon bit him hard enough to draw blood, as if they were animals. But on the outside, he could only hold that golden gaze with half lidded eyes, showing his disapproval with a hint of warning by meeting the challenge head on. Something didn’t quite feel right about that look, and it wasn’t just the feeling of the pulsing ache on the right side of his neck. He heard the sound of a belt being undone and before he knew it Ji-Woon had stood up to take the rest of his clothes off along with his boots before he helped Danny take his shirt off and knelt down to start undoing his jeans.

Danny couldn’t look away from the sight of the hot popstar kneeling before him. His mind told him to ruin this man, more than he already was. The lover boy was aching for it and Danny was the only one who could satisfy him. None of the others were at his level, no one else had taken this man’s attention hostage like he had, no one was able to fuck this man like he was going to; he felt superior.

No one else held a candle to Danny because it was Ji-Woon who put him on a pedestal. Ji-Woon who held onto every word like it was gospel. Ji-Woon, with that crazed look in his eyes, who would kill for him. If he asked. He felt like he could get away with anything when Ji-Woon was around.

Danny may even be his God.

He felt a subtle tightening in his throat, as if his neck was being grabbed in a firm grip, an invisible force reminding him how vulnerable he could be anywhere and at any second; accompanied by a sharp sting through the back of his head. A warning from Her. He didn’t want to think about it anymore, not with the ever-present presence combing over his mind right now for similar thoughts.

“Danny,” The voice seemed far away. Danny saw that Ji-Woon’s face was inches away from his proudly standing cock. The image only added fuel to the growing self-ascendancy, but he couldn’t be worried about what the Entity thought, when he had a gorgeous man between his legs. A tongue darted out to lick the head in a teasing gesture and Danny couldn’t stop the shiver of pleasure that ran through his body as his eyes followed that tongue all the way until it disappeared into a smirking mouth. “Hyung, pay attention to me.”

“All eyes are on you babe.” 

Ji-Woon wasted no time once he had Danny’s attention and immediately took him into his mouth. Danny had been given head before, he was pretty good at giving it himself even, but Ji-Woon had a confidence unmatched like any he had seen before. He bobbed his head with a hum and Danny placed a hand on the couch to keep himself grounded while the other cradled the back of the man’s head. He wouldn’t force him down unless he wanted it.

He felt the flat of his tongue on the head of his cock again where the tip of his tongue would make teasing dips. When Ji-Woon swallowed him deep, almost testing how far he could take him, Danny’s head fell back, and he moaned. He thrust up on instinct drawing a choked sound from the man on his knees.

His hand on the couch was taken and placed firmly in soft hair to join the other. His gaze slowly focused on golden eyes. Ji-Woon squeezed the hand in his again before letting go, and Danny understood. With no other warning he thrusted up and brought that warm mouth down to meet in the middle and was rewarded with more lustful noises as he abused that beautiful throat.

Ji-Woon’s lips parted in a moan, and Danny felt the vibrations run through him and he shook with pleasure. He was lost watching himself move between those lips as he aimed for the back of the man’s throat. He wanted to bury himself deep and hear the strangled noise of a man choking but was disappointed and impressed he didn’t have a gag reflex.

His eyes were glazed over before closing again, and the blush Danny was accustomed to seeing was a full-on flush of the face. Danny hadn’t realized how hot it was in here until just now, he could feel the heat all throughout his body. His breaths turned harsher and he couldn’t stop himself from letting out pleasure filled sounds the more he continued to fuck that pretty face.

He was getting close and wanted to warn the other man, but then he made a thrust so deep he felt the singer’s throat constrict around him and he began a sucking swallow. The feeling pushed him over the edge. The sudden hands on his hips held him in place so he couldn’t pull out, it was too much. Danny’s hold on the lavender hair tightened as he came with a groan and quick breaths.

Ji-Woon pulled off and he heard shifting before the man straddled his lap again. Danny’s eyes opened when he felt lips on his and he flinched away on instinct, not quite wanting to taste himself. His silent protest was ignored when the man’s head followed him and forced a way into his mouth, tongue pushing in what he hadn’t swallowed. And Danny shouldn’t have liked it, in a way he didn’t, but the fact that it was Ji-Woon made it hotter than it was. Before he knew it, he was getting hard again.

Ji-Woon took notice, having moved a hand to lend help. His dick was still wet with spit, and Danny had a brief sense of worry that Ji-Woon hadn’t been prepared at all. All thoughts of hurting him left his head and was replaced with a fuzzy haze of heat. Ji-Woon had maneuvered the tip to his entrance before he slowly began to take him in with a moan.

“Fuck, give me a moment.” 

Ji-Woon continued to slide down until he was fully seated and had taken Danny to the hilt. The hands that clutched his shoulders started pushing until he was fully leaning back into the couch again with Ji-Woon leaning over him. The man wasn’t that much taller than him, sometimes Danny barely even noticed it at all, but now in this position he felt like Trickster towered over him. 

He lifted himself up before abruptly slamming himself back down, drawing a moan from both men. Danny’s hands used the moving hips to try to keep a steady pace for them. The only thing that could be heard in the house was the sound of skin slapping accompanied by feverish breaths, drowning out the noise of the fire. Danny’s whole field of view was crowded, and he could only think about the man fucking him.

A hand brushed his cheek and he tried to focus; Ji-Woon was speaking to him. He saw his lips moving and he heard a sound come out, but he couldn’t understand. He tried to shift as much as he was allowed with the restricted movement and was able to shut the man up the next time he came down, letting out a whine when he dropped right on the spot he was desperately craving to hit.

“Naega neoleul soyuhaeo~” Danny looked at him and felt a sense of satisfaction rush through him seeing the complete wreck Ji-Woon had become; he did that. It was short lived though as Ji-Woon’s attention went to his neck again, leaving love bites as he went lower.

Danny started to tense up as lips brushed the red and darkening skin from earlier. His hand shot up from its hold on the man’s waist to put it on his forehead, keeping him from making any more contact and slightly pushing him from the area to no avail. He wouldn’t budge.

His lust filled head cleared up just enough to see the same look in those golden eyes from before, only this one was more intense, desperate even. In response the only word Danny could think of was “Don’t.”

Ji-Woon let out a cry that quickly turned into a moan followed by a rush of words “I have to, do you not see?” He was looking down at him as he continued to chase his pleasure. “They do not respect my claim. But I will show them, they will understand.”

No, no he didn’t understand. It didn’t make sense to him, was he talking about the other killers, his friends? Michael? Amanda… Frank? Ji-Woon saw Danny’s hesitation and quickly seized the opportunity to pin his arms to the back of the couch. The positioning was different then the first time so when he felt a new bite added just above the other one, skin pulled and tugged at the previous mark.

His mouth opened to say ‘stop’ but all he could get out was a small whimper as the intense feeling kicked in combined with the pleasure. He couldn’t stop it; he was going to come.

Danny bucked in an attempt to move the man and let out a pain filled moan when all Ji-Woon did was move with him. With one last attempt his thrust was met halfway before he couldn't move anymore. Ji-Woon released a moan, his only warning before coming all over Danny’s stomach and held the man in a vice as Danny soon followed after.

He felt eyes on him and opened them to Ji-Woon a breath away from his face, watching him come down from his orgasm. The look was followed by a kiss that Danny could hardly find the focus for while also trying to catch his breath. For the moment the pain had faded away as the endorphins kicked in and he felt overwhelmed all of a sudden, crowded, not enough space. He turned away from the kiss and was thankful Ji-Woon didn’t follow him for another.

He tried to move his arms again and when Ji-Woon let him up all he could think about was removing the man. He began by pushing him back until he could breathe properly again, not seeing the curious eyes that lingered on the hand pushing him. They were both still breathing fast but as soon as Danny was able to, he started to take deeper breaths.

“Are you okay?”

The ache from his neck was coming back and he was pissed. It was most likely going to bruise. Would the Entity heal it? He was not sure. He had experienced pain before, multiple times. Incidents in his line of work had taught him harsh lessons on how to properly subdue victims with the least amount of resistance. 

Alex from the video store taught him how to pop a shoulder back into place by himself, Heather from the shitty coffee shop taught him how to stitch a knife wound. He began to read more books about anatomy after that one, and whatever the public library had to offer in medical aid shortly after that. He needed to be prepared, to be able to identify what was hurt and how he could fix it himself without having to go to a hospital. Pain was not a stranger.

He hadn’t been punished yet, he experienced nothing less than death in the Entity’s realm and maybe some soreness from things out of his control. The bite stung but the fact that Ji-Woon did not stop when he told him to, hurt more. It made him nervous.

The first one was low enough he would have been able to cover it with his shroud, but the second mark was higher. It would peek over the collar in a mess of purple and yellow, showing off indents of perfectly straight teeth he was sure more than a few people would be curious about. 

His frustration was palpable. “That fucking hurt, I told you not to bite me.” 

Ji-Woon caressed his face and continued to gaze into the attractive eyes that caught his attention long ago. His hand finally made it to the mark as Ji-Woon ignored the slight push on his chest. He gently ran his thumb across the wound, admiring his work, and not paying any mind when the man rolled his shoulder in discomfort. “It will pass. Now, my love will be seen by all.”

Danny’s uneasiness came back and slowly rose to the surface. Somewhere in the back of his head, warning bells started to go off.

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Naega neoleul soyuhaeo (I own you/ you’re mine)