Even in his wildest dreams, Yoo Sang-Chul never imagined it would be like this. He left Ulsan Tigers years ago to hone his skills in Japan, with Kashiwa Reysol alongside his friends Hong Myung-Bo and Hwang Sun-Hong. At that time, Ulsan was a mere struggler of a team, consisting of young hopefuls and dreamers who had little real skill or mettle to stake a claim in the K-League.

When he returned, he thought it would be much of the same-the players were young, talented, but extremely raw and inconsistent. Their position at the table told the story-eighth out of ten. He'd come back here after a disappointing failure to secure a contract to Europe-truth be told, no offer even came and it hurt his pride as well as his chances. He'd taken up Ulsan's offer as a last-minute resolution to his clubless status, having left Kashiwa months ago.

He'd gotten over Ji-Sung, he knew that much. The boy was now rumored to be well on his way to PSV Eindhoven, provided Kyoto doesn't stand in his way. He was happy for Ji-Sung. His return to Japan after the debacle of the Asian Games-not to mention all the trouble with Nam-Il-had resulted in a string of sparkly performances for Kyoto, which led to all the speculation of a possible move to the Netherlands.

Sang-Chul had pretty much resigned himself to fate-returning to his old home grounds to join a team that was struggling as much as it was when he left it, resigned to play out the remainder of the season trying to save them from ending up rock-bottom at the table, possibly sneak a piece of silverware with the FA Cup.

But this? He didn't expect this.

From the first match he played, there was a sense of change in the air. One goal came his way. Then two. Then three. Then four. Before he knew it, he'd gotten six goals in five matches, and the Tigers had never lost a match and never even drawn one ever since the season resumed after the Asian Games break. The media went on to lavish praise on him, on his successful return, but Sang-Chul knew there was another name that contributed just as much to the miraculous process that suddenly found them second, behind defending champions Songnam.

Lee Chun-Soo.

Ji-Sung's prediction had been eerily accurate-this was not the same Lee Chun-Soo he played with in the World Cup squad. This Chun-Soo had the same flair, the same attitude, the same speed and tenacity, but more than anything he'd become a team player.

Sang-Chul was almost surprised at how easily the balls came in for him, how the goals flowed from his feet from those accurate passes, and he could count on only one name being on the other end of those passes. Chun-Soo.

The boy had something to prove, that was obvious. He was not merely playing, he was playing to win, he was playing to show the world just how good he really was. He'd gotten his own share of goals after the Asian Games ended, and had shown no discontent when the spotlight was firmly fixed on Sang-Chul. The Chun-Soo of old would have baulked and pouted, demanding that he be recognized for his contributions.

He needn't ask for that now. It was readily given, by praise of the Ulsan management who'd previously been at odds with him concerning the whole Southampton thing, the coach who'd been frustrated with his attitude before, the teammates who'd long ago talked behind his back about how he was just making things more difficult for himself.

Now it was all praise and positive remarks. But did Chun-Soo care? He certainly looked like he didn't. He just went on playing. He was not going to listen to any bullshit, to take in honey poured into his ears by the management only to be turned into venom in the future when they tell him once again, no, sorry, we don't want to let you go just yet.

That was the impression Sang-Chul had been getting. He didn't know what had transpired at the Asian Games-or before-that had made this change, and honestly he couldn't care less. All that mattered to him now was working with Chun-Soo and the rest of the team to catch up on Songnam's points, possibly even steal the league title from them at the last minute. What had seemed so impossible a mere few weeks ago was now well within their reach.

Sang-Chul looked around the fitness facility at the Tigers' training base. Ulsan was a well-sponsored team, endorsed by Hyundai, and their facilities were top notch. A World Cup stadium, a training base that was used by Spain during the World Cup, a clubhouse to match anything in the continent in luxury and grandeur. They had all the resources, now it's time to make good on them and go for glory.

He ran a steady pace on the treadmill, watching the numbers tick away at the LCD device with a sense of boredom. He'd much rather do his training outdoors, but a snowstorm had hit recently and the club decided it was best for the players to train indoors, since the weather was so unpredictable and decidedly unfriendly.

The spacious fitness room held a multitude of equipments, all of them state-of-the-art, some of which Sang-Chul had never even seen before and wasn't quite sure how to use. He'd have to ask. Young-Min and Jin-Sub were being evaluated by their trainer as they did flexing exercises on a mat, while the Brazilian Eddy was lifting small weights in front of a mirror. This wasn't an officially scheduled training hour, so not all of the players were present at the base.

From the corner of his eye Sang-Chul saw a figure enter through the door of the fitness room, and saw that it was Chun-Soo. He was bare chested, with his training shorts and a pair of sneakers, and as always there was a flexible fabric brace over his problematic right shoulder. Sang-Chul found himself watching his every move, as he strolled casually sat down at one the equipments, directly facing Sang-Chul.

He'd grown up since the World Cup-no longer a boy but a full-grown man, his muscles well defined, his shoulders broad and his arms strong. Sang-Chul had felt the strength of him as he was wrestled down following one goal, ending up sprawled on the grass with Chun-Soo on top of him, while the rest of the team piled up around them.

There was something about that moment that triggered Sang-Chul's curiousity. While he'd known of Chun-Soo's penchant for mischief a long time ago, this particular contact seemed a whole lot more.personal. Chun-Soo had held his gaze, firmly, with a longing in his eyes Sang-Chul had never seen before. Even the multitude of bodies that came piling onto them just seconds later did not diminish the impression.

Chun-Soo was trying to tell him something.

And now, he'd picked the perfect spot to start sending him signals again-right in front of him. Sang-Chul watched as Chun-Soo set his body on the equipment-it was the kind that allowed someone to work the muscles of their legs by moving two padded weights from side to front in a circular movement. Chun-Soo sat down, leaned back against the seat and started exercising, beginning to move slowly.

Sang-Chul found himself unable to peel his eyes off him-damnit, but the boy had a nice body. He watched the stomach muscles ripple along Chun-Soo's contoured abdomen, the light sheen of sweat on his flesh highlighting every dip and curve. The shorts he wore left nothing to the imagination as well, draping trimly over his lower body. Sang-Chul found the sight oddly enticing-a word he would never have associated with Lee Chun-Soo a month ago.

And it didn't help that the boy's legs were moving in such a way, spreading and closing in a steady rhythm, and Sang-Chul had to remind himsel of what he was doing lest he slip up and fall on his face on the treadmill.

What are you trying to do to me, Chun-Soo?

He had to admit that the young striker moved his body well-he was smooth, controlled, and from what Sang-Chul heard he wasn't such a bad dancer, either. Hmm..dancing. He'd love to see Chun-Soo dance. Love to see that body move to the beat of the music, swaying and gyrating, the uninhibited twisting of hips and legs and..God, what was he thinking?

Sang-Chul tried to shake off the thoughts, but the fact that Chun-Soo was right in front of him didn't help any. He knew it would look asbolutely foolish to gaze at the ceiling while you're running a treadmill, so he decided to just pretend like Chun-Soo wasn't there. But how does one do that, really, while such a beautiful sight is present?

Sang-Chul let his gaze wander up and down Chun-Soo's body, watching as the toned legs moved against the weights, wondering if they felt as good as they looked, wondering what delights could be hiding between them, just underneath the flimsy fabric of those shorts. He let his eyes travel up the boy's torso, past the muscled abdomen, past the dark brown nipples and past the tiny golden cross hanging around his neck.

..and straight into his eyes.

Sang-Chul nearly tripped over himself with the sudden loss of feeling in his knees, and he wanted nothing more than to look away, but something in Chun-Soo's eyes made him stay and stare. And stare. And stare. If this was a contest, he wasn't sure who'd win. Their bodies kept on moving as if nothing had happened, but their eyes were firmly locked. Sang-Chul waited. Chun-Soo held on. Sang-Chul waited some more. Chun-Soo's small, dark eyes stared back at his.

And then..he smiled.

The smile was not mocking, nor was it friendly. It was feral, the sort of smile that sends shivers down your spine. Sang-Chul felt those shivers, but before he could find a way to respond the smile was gone, and so was Chun-Soo. He stopped working on the exercise equipment, standing up and casually walking away as if nothing had ever happened. Sang-Chul watched him go, wondering if he'd stop to look over his shoulder.

He didn't.

He disappeared out of the door and Sang-Chul felt like the air that had been sucked out of his lungs were being gradually returned, and warmth crept back down his spine. He stopped running, turning off the dial on the treadmill, his breath coming out hard from his nostrils and he knew it wasn't just because of the run.

The boy was trying to play mind games with him, he was sure of that. Chun-Soo wanted something from him.

November 2002
Ulsan Munsu World Cup Stadium
Ulsan Hyundai Tigers vs Suwon Samsung Bluewings

Lee Woon-Jae was Korea's number one goalkeeper. Nobody doubted his abilities between the posts, and he was also the prized asset of Suwon Bluewings, and the last barrier that stood between their victory and defeat. And on this day, it was defeat. Sang-Chul watched the wicked ball coast past Woon-Jae's shoulder, watched it slam against the back of the net, and flicked his head to see which of his teammates had scored the lone goal of the game.

Chun-Soo.

The Ulsan crowd leapt to their feet and Chun-Soo himself celebrated, pumping his fists into the air as the rest of the Tigers ran after him. Sang-Chul got to him first, grabbing him by the torso and wrestling him down. Chun-Soo went down almost a little too easily, as if expecting it to happen, and as the crowd roared and the others came piling onto them, Sang-Chul felt an odd sense of de ja vu. Except this time the tables were turned.

He looked straight down on Chun-Soo's eyes, watching the victorious smile light up the younger man's eyes, watched as drops of his own sweat came down on the boy's face and neck. The violent moving and shaking of other bodies around them, the screams that accompanied the noise of the crowd, did little do diminish the intensity of their eye contact. Chun-Soo narrowed his eyes, briefly, and then he tilted his head upwards and let out his tongue.

Sang-Chul froze. Chun-Soo licked the underside of his chin, a moment that couldn't have lasted longer than a fraction of a second but felt like slow-motion, how the boy's pink tongue dragged across his flesh, how the electric jolt he felt as a reaction to it traveled through his body. Heat ignited within him, beating even the prickly cold of the November night.

Before Sang-Chul knew it the moment was over, the darkness around them faded into light as the others disentangled themselves from the pile, pulling him upright along with them. Still shocked, he watched as Chun-Soo stood up and dusted himself off, as if nothing had happened, then walked off to center field alongside everybody. Sang-Chul could only hope that his excitement wasn't apparent to the rest of the team-or the TV cameras present on pitchside.

It was a good thing that the goal happened so close to the final whistle, because he could barely keep his focus for the rest of the match. And Chun-Soo didn't even bother to look at him, and Sang-Chul found himself questioning his own sanity. Had he imagined what had taken place? Was it real?

"Can you believe this?" Park Jin-Sub said enthusiastically as he toweled himself dry in the locker room. "Second place! And we might even win the title at the last minute!"

"Yeah, but it's gonna take some luck." Hyun Young-Min said from the bench. "Even if we win the last match, we need Songnam to lose theirs if we want to steal the title."

"I say we shouldn't think about Songnam." Sang-Chul said. "Just go ahead and play the best we can. Even if we end up second, we've made the story of the season by coming from behind so quickly."

"Yeah, and it's all thanks to you." Young-Min patted his back. "And Chun-Soo."

"And Chun-Soo." Sang-Chul said. "Where is he, anyway?"

"Showers, as usual." Jin-Sub muttered. "He spends a lot of time there.probably practicing his singing."

A few of the others laughed, but it was good-natured.

"I wonder if we can keep this going next year." Jin-Sub said. "I mean, with Chun-Soo rumored to be going to Europe and all."

Young-Min's face darkened. "Do you think they'd let him go?"

"I don't know." Jin-Sub said. "By all means, he deserves to go. He hasn't been talking about it much, though, has he?"

"No, not at all." Young-Min shook his head.

"Really?" Sang-Chul said. "I thought he'd be talking about it incessantly with you guys."

"When the whole Southampton deal fell through, yes, he talked about it. And we couldn't help but feel sorry for him." Jin-Sub said. "But this time around.he's been quiet. Strange, but it's good to see him so focused on the game."

"I think he just wants to show them." Sang-Chul said. "He just wants to score as many goals as he can and tell management to stuff them up their asses."

"Yeah, that'd be Chun-Soo, wouldn't it?" Young-Min smiled. "What about you, Sang-Chul?"

"Me?" Sang-Chul said as he zipped up his bag. "Look at me, Young-Min. The wrong side of 30. I don't see myself going to Europe at all at this point."

"But you're a good player!" Young-Min objected. "You've gotten us a lot of goals, you're experienced."

"I'm also very injury-prone, and old." Sang-Chul added. "Europe doesn't care how good you are in your own homeland. They want something new and fresh and young."

"They got Chong-Gug." Jin-Sub said. "Now they're moving for Ji-Sung. After this, who?"

"We'll just have to wait and see." Sang-Chul said. "The more of our players go, the better.time we show them that June 2002 was no fluke, right?"

The two young players smiled at him. "Right."

"You two go on ahead. I'll wait for Chun-Soo." Sang-Chul said.

The locker room emptied out quickly, leaving Sang-Chul alone as he put a sweater on over his shirt-the cold grows ever more vicious out there.

He still couldn't get the image of Chun-Soo out of his mind. Underneath him, gazing at him, reaching out with his delicate little tongue to lap suggestively at his chin. Just thinking about it made his blood run wild. Now, he thought, now he was onto something. There was definitely something there.

Right at this moment Chun-Soo came strolling into the locker room-wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. Sang-Chul repressed the urge to gawk, and focused instead on buttoning up his overcoat, with fingers that were trembling nonetheless. The younger man seemed oblivious to his presence, humming a tune as he proceeded to open his locker and retrieve his clothes.

Sang-Chul's gaze fell over the boy's smooth back, the rivulets of water that came cascading down upon the flesh, the smell of soap emanating from his freshly-showered body. A man with less self-control would have been drooling by now. Chun-Soo stood with his back to him, displaying his towel-wrapped backside rather blatantly, and as he bent over to pick up something he dropped-whether or not it was intentional only God knows-Sang-Chul had to remind himself to blink.

"What's the matter.." Chun-Soo said suddenly. "Like what you see?"

Sang-Chul, halfway fastening a scarf around his neck, froze in mid-movement. Chun-Soo glanced over his shoulder, head tilted in a most suggestive manner, and smirked deviously. Then he turned back towards his locker, as if taunting Sang-Chul.

Shaking his head, Sang-Chul decided that he'd had enough. He took the scarf off his neck and put it on the bench, stepping over it to get to where Chun-Soo was. Without warning he pulled the boy back by his shoulders, spinning him around to face him and backing him up against one of the lockers, none-too-gently.

"What the hell are you trying to do, Chun-Soo?" he asked darkly.

Chun-Soo glanced him over, his expression nonchalant. "Shouldn't I be asking that question?"

Sang-Chul's eyes narrowed into slits. "Don't go all innocent on me, now..you think I haven't noticed?"

"What?"

"You flaunting yourself in front of me, showing off your body like that..and what you did just now, out on the pitch? What do you think I am, stupid?"

Chun-Soo looked around at the way Sang-Chul's arms were braced on the lockers at the sides of his head, as if assessing his predicament, then he turned to look at the older man straight in the eyes and smiled. "No..just a little slow."

Hearing this put a smile on Sang-Chul's face. He laughed deeply in his chest, shaking his head in amazement. "So I was right..you have been doing this on purpose."

"I was wondering whether your radar had gone on the blink, old man.." Chun-Soo said.

"Hey, watch what you say." Sang-Chul jabbed a finger threateningly at him, but the boy seemed unaffected. "It surprises me, though, that you weren't more direct with things."

"Oh, never mind that.." Chun-Soo said dismissively. "I was just practicing the art of being subtle. I haven't been really good at it in the past."

"Don't I know it.." Sang-Chul snorted. "So tell me, Chun-Soo..what is this all about?"

Chun-Soo straightened up his posture, looking up at his taller teammate with their faces mere inches apart. "I have an offer to make you.."

"An offer?" Sang-Chul said thoughtfully. "What, some sort of business deal?"

"I guess you can call it that." Chun-Soo nodded. "An arrangement that will be, shall we say, mutually beneficial.." he said this deliberately, rolling each word out of his silky tongue and hinting at unmentioned suggestions beneath. Sang-Chul decided to play along. This might be fun.

"Mutually beneficial, huh? I like the sound of that.." he said. "Would it have anything to do with what you did out there on the pitch tonight?"

"Oh, you mean..this?" Chun-Soo reached up and dragged two fingers on the older man's chin. Sang-Chul fought not to shiver at the contact. "Bet you liked it a whole lot more when it was my tongue doing it, huh?"

Sang-Chul swatted his hand away. He was not about to let the boy dictate him and win the upper hand. "You weren't exactly 'subtle' with that, you know.."

"I got tired." Chun-Soo said petulantly. "Subtlety isn't always fun."

"You prefer it the hard way, then."

"Oh, yes.." Chun-Soo's voice became a silken purr. "The very hard way."

Sang-Chul smirked at the suggestion. "Would you care to inform me on the details of this..arrangement?"

"I'd love to, but.." Chun-Soo looked around. "I'd rather do it somewhere more..private."

Sang-Chul had to agree. As much as he wanted to get down to business right then and there, he appreciated the game that Chun-Soo was playing. A game that he, Sang-Chul, had every intention of winning.

"Very well, then.." Sang-Chul said.

"Shall we make an appointment?" Chun-Soo offered.

"Okay.but before that, there's one more thing I want."

"What?"

"A preview." Sang-Chul said. "I think I'm entitled to that."

Chun-Soo smiled at him, then leaned his head back against the lockers. "In that case, go ahead and try.."

Sang-Chul took the invitation and surged forward, capturing the boy's lips in a kiss. Before Chun-Soo had time to react his arms went around his body, hands travelling down to fondle the towel-encased backside possessively. Chun-Soo tasted wonderful-his lips were very responsive, his tongue hot and lively. And Sang-Chul could only imagine the beauty that lay hidden underneath the flimsy towel, delighting in the lewd, muffled moans coming out of the boy's mouth into his as his hands kneaded the firm ass.

When he pulled away from Chun-Soo, with much effort, the boy was panting hard. He leaned back and blinked several times, smiling dreamily.

"Not bad.." Sang-Chul commented. "Not bad at all."

Whether Chun-Soo heard any of this he couldn't tell-the boy seemed rather lost, struggling to bring himself under control. Sang-Chul had the distinct feeling he'd been the more reluctant to let go.

"Well..I'm glad you liked that." Chun-Soo spoke over his laboured breathing. "Now..do we make an appointment?"

Sang-Chul nodded. "Do you know where my apartment building is?"

"Yes." Chun-Soo said. "I don't know your floor, though."

"Sixteenth floor, suite L72." Sang-Chul said. "Tomorrow afternoon, 5 p.m sharp."

"Five." Chun-Soo repeated. "Got it. I'll be there."

"You'd better.." Sang-Chul muttered. "Oh, and Chun-Soo?"

"What?"

"Do you have any clothes made out of leather..or vinyl? Preferably black?"

Chun-Soo nodded, his expression for once puzzled. "Uh..yeah. A pair of trousers. Faux. And a jacket."

"Wear them." Sang-Chul said. "And dress nicely."

Chun-Soo arched his brows. "Why?"

Sang-Chul leaned closer and got in Chun-Soo's face, breathing down on him. "Because if I'm going to bring a whore into my private domain.I want one that looks good."

He waited for his words to sink in, and got the response in the form of a thin smile on Chun-Soo's red, kiss-swollen lips.

"Then I think you won't be disappointed.." he whispered.

"Good." Sang-Chul said. "I'll see you tomorrow."

He stepped back towards the benches and grabbed his scarf and his bag, taking them both and walking towards the door. He didn't bother to look back. This was his game now. He was calling the shots. And if the preview had been any indication, he was going to have fun indeed.

It was fifteen minutes to their scheduled appointment, and Sang-Chul uncorked a bottle of wine on the pantry of his apartment suite. The suite was large and spacious, elegantly decorated with just enough luxury to hint at his level of income. He liked to consider himself as having mastered the art of splurging without looking like a senseless spender. He had good taste, he knew how to manage his money, and he allowed himself to enjoy the fruits of his long, hard years of labour out on the pitch.

Sang-Chul had only been staying here for a short time, but he'd spent a considerable amount of effort and money to make it feel as comfortable as possible-and luxurious enough to suit his tastes. He'd selected pieces of furniture that blended well with the surroundings but stood out enough to be considered special, and chose a colour scheme of off-white and icy blue to accentuate the space, giving it a wide, open feel.

The main attraction of the suite was the gigantic, floor-to-ceiling window in the living room area that gave him a full, uninhibited view of downtown Ulsan, and at night the lights of the city and the traffic as it sped along the twisting, interlacing highways were spectacular to behold. When he wanted privacy, a simple touch of a button would draw opaque blinds over it, technological benefits of living in the computer age.

The view at this moment was of the wintery Sunday afternoon, an orange sun steadily sinking behind the tall buildings, people bundled up against the cold marching along the sidewalks like tiny ants viewed from this height.

He poured the wine into two glasses and set it back on the pantry, taking a tentative sip out of his glass. Beautiful. Just perfect. He looked up at the clock hanging on the wall and saw that it was now five minutes until Chun-Soo was to arrive. He only hoped that the boy had the sense not to drive his easily recognizable, eye-catching yellow Hyundai Coupe and opt for a more inconspicuous form of transportation.

Five minutes later he heard a soft knock coming from his door, and smiled. Right on time. He walked towards the door, in no particular hurry, and looked through the peephole. Just the person he was expecting.

Sang-Chul undid the locks and opened the door, smiling at Chun-Soo. "You're right onw time. Do come in.."

Chun-Soo stepped inside, casting a glance around the suite. "Very nice.."

"Thank you." Sang-Chul said. "Here..let me take your coat."

Chun-Soo unbuttoned his long overcoat-black and fur-trimmed, no less-and handed it over to Sang-Chul. As promised, he wore his faux leather black jacket, and the trousers to match it. It looked beautiful-hanging onto his body at just the right places, accentuating his legs and riding a little low on his hips. Chun-Soo unbuttoned his jacket, revealing a silvery-gray V-neck sweater that clung tightly onto his body, leaving nothing to the imagination.

The only thing Sang-Chul objected to was the tacky pair of sunglasses, but he decided against commenting.

"Leave your jacket on.." he said. "You look good in it."

Chun-Soo nodded, taking off his sunglasses and stuffing them into the pocket of the coat, which Sang-Chul then hung on the vintage wrought-iron rack near his door. "Come on, I'd like you to join me in a little drink."

He led Chun-Soo to the living room area, allowing him to sit on the plushly upholstered sofa that faced directly at the view window. He went to the pantry and returned with the two glasses of wine and the bottle, settling it on the coffee table in front of the couch and offering the full glass to Chun-Soo.

"1973.." Chun-Soo said as he read the label on the bottle. "Going retro, are we?"

"I appreciate quality." Sang-Chul said as he sat beside the younger man.

They both drank, Sang-Chul watching Chun-Soo's every little move out of the corner of his eye.

"Nice.." Chun-Soo said as he set his glass back on the table. "Must've cost you a fortune, though..and I can say the same for this place."

"A worthy investment, in my opinion." Sang-Chul said. "What do you think?"

Chun-Soo took a look around, eyes wandering over the spacious suite. "I like it. Elegant, luxurious..but not too showy. The colours are a little 'cold' for my tastes, to be honest..but very, how you call it, personal."

Sang-Chul smiled. "I see that you also have an eye for the good stuff."

"You've done a great job with this place in such a short time." Chun-Soo commented. "I've had my house since last year and I still haven't finished furnishing it."

"A house is always a greater challenge." Sang-Chul said. "Say, you didn't drive your yellow car here, did you?"

"No..I took my black one. The Audi." Chun-Soo said.

"I didn't know you had an Audi."

"It's new. I just bought it."

"Oh." Sang-Chul said. "Endorsement money starting to come in?"

Chun-Soo nodded and took another sip of his wine. "Something like that, yes."

So..not only good-looking but with great taste, too. And a sparkling conversationalist as well. Sang-Chul had a sense he was going to enjoy Chun-Soo's companion a lot. He'd love to have a long, relaxed conversation and watch the sun go down together, but he knew there were other matters that needed to be discussed and taken care of, so to speak.

"So.." he said as he poured more wine into their glasses. "Now can we discuss this deal you're offering me?"

Chun-Soo took a drink and leaned back against the sofa, looking very comfortable with himself. "I suppose I should give you the background information first.."

Sang-Chul shrugged. "Go ahead."

"First of all, I'm not looking for a 'relationship'. I'm not looking for love. As far as I'm concerned, I've found it. Lost it, yes, but I have no interest in such things right now. So I expect the same from you."

Sang-Chul nodded his head slowly. "Fine by me."

"You do know who I'm talking about, don't you?"

"I do." Sang-Chul said. "Far away in the land of windmills and picturesque bridges, on a quest for glory."

Chun-Soo nodded. "So you noticed."

"Hard not to." Sang-Chul said. "Don't bother with the details, I'm not interested. I'm more interested in what you have to offer me now."

Chun-Soo put his glass on the table and stood up, walking slowly towards the window. Sang-Chul gazed at him as he walked, how the fabric of his trousers clung to his body, how the sunlight accentuated the curves and painted long highlights on him.

"I have a need.." he said as he looked out the window. "A need that's gone unsatisfied for too long."

"Biological?" Sang-Chul tempted a guess.

"That..and emotional, as well. No, not that kind of emotional, don't worry." Chun-Soo said.

"Psychological, then." Sang-Chul suggested.

"Yes, that's more like it." Chun-Soo agreed.

"Indulge me."

"It's not a simple matter of getting my rocks off, you see." Chun-Soo explained. "If that were the case I'd just go get a girl and fuck her to oblivion..Lord knows they'd line up for it if given the chance."

Sang-Chul snorted. "Your fans have always been very..obsessive."

"And I've had the offers, believe me." Chun-Soo said. "I can't count how much fanmail I've received that offered me sexual favours-complete with lipstick signatures, perfumed letters, and pictures."

"Nude pictures?" Sang-Chul arched his brows in amazement.

"Some of it, yes." Chun-Soo said with a smile. "But that's not what I'm looking for."

Sang-Chul watched as Chun-Soo slowly turned around to face him, presenting his shilouette as he leaned back against the window, his expression coyly solemn.

"You want to be fucked, don't you?" Sang-Chul said lowly.

"Correction.." Chun-Soo said. "I *need* to be fucked."

Sang-Chul tried to hide the devilish smile that was tugging at the corners of his mouth. This is getting better all the time. He took a long drink out of his glass and put it down on the table, standing up to join Chun-Soo at the window.

The boy's eyes followed him as he drew nearer and nearer, ending up standing right in front of him, breaching into his personal space, mimicking their encounter yesterday in the locker room at Munsu.

"And you've picked me to help you with this..need." Sang-Chul said.

"Yes."

"Why? Why me, specifically?"

"Well..I know you, for one thing. You're also not new to this." Chun-Soo explained. "You're older, you're experienced..and most importantly, you're a fine physical specimen."

Sang-Chul smirked at the remark. "Thank you."

"And..you're unattached." Chun-Soo added. "At least, not anymore."

"Correct." Sang-Chul nodded. "So you assume I'd also be with a similar need."

"Well, I don't think your need is as 'urgent' as mine..hormones, you know. At this age, especially." Chun-Soo said. "But I do feel that you'd appreciate a good time."

"As a matter of fact, I would." Sang-Chul said. "But tell me..what benefits do I get? What's my reward for helping you with this..need of yours?"

"Reward?" Chun-Soo's eyes widened slightly.

"Surely you don't think that the act itself is reward enough, do you? I'd need something more than that." Sang-Chul said.

"Ah..of course." Chun-Soo nodded. "I can only offer you this one thing, though..but I think you'll like it."

"Tell me."

Chun-Soo looked straight into his eyes, his expression serious. "Once the doors are closed..you get to do anything you want."

Whoa. Sang-Chul had to admit he wasn't expecting that. He expected something towards those ends, yes, but not so obvious an offer as what had just been said.

"Anything?"

"Anything." Chun-Soo repeated. "Anything you want."

"You do realize the implications of what you just said, don't you?" Sang-Chul asked.

"I do."

"You realize how much power you're handing over to me, the risks you're taking?"

"Yes."

"You realize that what I want may not always be what *you* want, but that I will expect your obedience nonetheless?"

A positive nod.

Sang-Chul's mind was already starting to explore the endless possibilites-all of them emanating from his darkest fantasies, but he held his thoughts in check. If anything, he got the distinct feeling that this was exactly what Chun-Soo wanted, what he needed, even. A sense of surrender, a sense of letting someone else have power over him. Whether or not Chong-Gug had been given such power he'd never know, but he was planning to use his to the fullest.

"Then I believe we have a deal."

"I just need to mention one more thing, though.." Chun-Soo said. "..before we seal it."

"Sure. Go ahead."

"As far as my body's concerned, you can do anything you want with it. You have a fantasy you want to act out, some kinks you've been dying to try but never got a chance to do with Ji-Sung or anybody, I'll be willing to indulge you." he said. "Hey, you can even mess with my mind if you want, fuck up my head, because I accept that as part of the game. But this.."

Chun-Soo lifted one hand and pressed it against his chest, indicating his heart.

"..this you leave alone. This you don't mess with. This is off-limits."

Sang-Chul took in the boy's serious expression and nodded slowly. "I understand."

"Aside from that, pretty much anything goes.." Chun-Soo's face relaxed a bit as his hand fell back to his side. "So tell me, Sang-Chul..what do *you* want?"

Sang-Chul slowly put one hand on each side of Chun-Soo's head, pressing his palms against the glass. "I want to be in control." he said. "I want to call the shots, do things my way..and I want you to do whatever I tell you to."

"You can have that." Chun-Soo said.

"Good, because right now.." he moved to cup the boy's face in his hands, drawing it near until their noses brushed against each other. "..right now, Chun-Soo, I don't want to play *with* you. I want to play..you."

He had a sense that Chun-Soo was struggling hard to control himself-difficult for someone with such an intense desire and longing for intimacy, but the boy held his gaze firm and managed a smile on his quivering lips.

"I guess that makes me your new fucktoy, then.." he said tremblingly.

"Yes, I guess it does." Sang-Chul nodded.

"Care to make it official?"

"Gladly."

He pulled Chun-Soo in and kissed him, finding his mouth willing and ready, pressing his body against the glass. He let his hands wander down the boy's legs, delighting in the exquisite feel of leather under his palms, hands gripping at the back of his thighs and kneading them forcefully, causing Chun-Soo to moan and squirm.

Chun-Soo's hands encircled his torso, holding onto him with only minimal strength-a good sign to show that he was already starting to slip into his submissive role. Sang-Chul pressed their bodies close together, bringing their groins into full contact and loving the muffled squeal it produced, the jolt that went through the younger man's body.

He wanted, more than anything, to just lift Chun-Soo off the floor, throw him onto the sofa, strip him naked and fuck him senseless. But sense told him he could do much better than that. An opportunity like this should not go to waste.

He pried his lips loose from Chun-Soo and let his face hover over him, their hot breath mingling in the air, Chun-Soo's eyes half-lidded with barely controlled lust.

"Bedroom's over there.." Sang-Chul said, gesturing with his head towards a door just off the living room area. "Go there and wait for me. Take off your shoes and socks, and your jacket-but nothing else."

"Okay." Chun-Soo nodded meekly, and Sang-Chul watched as he walked away, opening the bedroom door and closing it behind him.

He took this moment to take several long, deep breaths and fetch his glass of wine from the table, drinking what was left in it. As he licked the sweet residue of his lips Sang-Chul finally allowed himself the wicked smile that had long been wanting to come to the surface, as outside his window the sun sank ever further into the cold winter night.

After he'd managed to calm himself down considerably, Sang-Chul made his way to his bedroom door. He stepped inside and closed it, aware that now he was the one in control if the situation. The door had been closed. Chun-Soo was sitting on the bed waiting for him, his shoes and socks neatly placed at one corner of the room, his jacket draped over the back of a chair. Sang-Chul pulled the chair and positioned it in front of the TV cabinet, directly facing the bed. He sat down on it, contemplating what he should do next.

"Come here.." he said.

Chun-Soo stood up and walked towards him, standing in front of the chair. Sang-Chul gestured at him to come closer, spreading his legs a little to accommodate Chun-Soo between them. The boy complied, stepping up to him until his knees were pressed against the seat of the chair.

Sang-Chul slowly set his hands on the slight curve of his hips, leather rubbing against his palms. His touch was exploratory, almost evaluative, as if assessing the body of its worth. And if the casually objectifying treatment bothered Chun-Soo, he certainly didn't show it.

"Take off your sweater."

Chun-Soo nodded and pulled it up, along with his undershirt, revealing skin as he drew his clothes over his head. The movement gave Sang-Chul a first-class view of his muscled torso, the well-defined abdomen and the pair of dark nipples, the cleanly shaven armpits and the graceful neck.

"Just throw them aside.." Sang-Chul said when Chun-Soo had finished taking off his clothes. He did just that, throwing them to the corner of the room where his shoes were.

Sang-Chul's hands moved up to feel the boy's stomach, finding it soft and pliant, moving further up to pinch his nipples lightly, causing Chun-Soo to close his eyes, biting down on his lips.

"Open your eyes." Sang-Chul commanded. "Look at me."

Chun-Soo slowly complied, looking down on him expectantly. Sang-Chul's hands traveled back down to his waist, carressing the leather-encased curves.

"You look good in these.." Sang-Chul said. "..but I think you'll look even better without them."

He accentuated his words by moving his hands towards the clasp of the trousers, undoing them swiftly and starting to work it down the boy's hips. Once he caught side of the dark gray underwear Chun-Soo was wearing he tugged it down also, revealing a fine trail of hair that started just below his navel.

Sang-Chul continued to work the garments down off Chun-Soo's body, who helped by stepping out of them carefully, until he stood fully naked, his half-hard cock hanging within a bed of dark curls from between his legs.

"Nice..very nice." Sang-Chul said thoughtfully, looking up and down Chun-Soo's body several times. "Come here.."

He pulled Chun-Soo in until he was sitting on his lap, facing him. The chair had no armrests, which allowed Chun-Soo to dangle his legs freely over its sides as he was brought in close, Sang-Chul's arms clasping around him. The hardness stirring underneath the fabric of his pants came into contact with the boy's own sensitive regions, and Sang-Chul felt a collective shiver go through both of them. He reached up to grab Chun-Soo at the back of his neck and pulled him down, kissing him fiercely.

It was better than anything he expected. Chun-Soo's naked body in his arms, fully exposed, squirming on his lap as he tongue-wrestled him,his roaming hands traveling up and down his torso to explore all his charms. Chun-Soo's hands got busy also, going from the back of Sang-Chul's neck to grasping at the front of his shirt, urging him to take it off.

Sang-Chul decided he didn't like this-he was the one dictating their actions, not Chun-Soo. He broke the kiss abruptly and took Chun-Soo's hands away from his body, holding them by the wrists.

"Wait, wait, wait.." he said. "Did I give you permission to use your hands?"

"Sorry.." Chun-Soo said a little sheepishly. "Got a little too excited, there."

"Yeah, well I don't blame you.." Sang-Chul said. "But I think a little restraint is in order."

Before Chun-Soo had time to question what he meant Sang-Chul had unbuckled his belt, sliding it out of the loops on his trousers and pulling it loose.

"Put your hands behind your back." he said.

If Chun-Soo hesitated at all at this command, he certainly did a good job of hiding it. He obediently did as he was told, putting his hands behind his back. Sang-Chul reached behind him and bound them together with his belt, looping it between and around his wrists several times before fastening the buckle. He pulled it tight, a little tighter than necessary, perhaps, but he wanted Chun-Soo to know who was boss. Chun-Soo winced a little, but made no effort to protest.

"Now, this is better.." Sang-Chul said after the job was done. "Much, much better."

He pulled Chun-Soo down to kiss him again, this time unhindered by any flailing limbs, and his own hands continued their thorough exploration of the younger man's body, mapping out each curve with the pads of his fingers.

His kisses then traveled lower, flicking at the pale flesh of Chun-Soo's neck, sucking briefly at his collarbone, his arms holding Chun-Soo at the smooth flesh of his back. It wasn't long before his lips found their way to one of the boy's nipples, delighting to find it already rock-hard, working it slowly into his mouth. Chun-Soo held back a moan as the tender nub was manipulated between Sang-Chul's experienced lips, nibbled genlty by his teeth and given long, torturous licks by his tongue.

Chun-Soo wasn't going to let him win that easily. But Sang-Chul would break him, he was sure of that. He'd break him even if it took all night. He gave up toying around and sucked hard all of a sudden, feeling a jolt go through Chun-Soo's body as his nipple was thoroughly molested, twisted mercilessly between two tormenting lips. Sang-Chul had to remind himself that there was another nipple awaiting similar treatment-he was enjoying this immensely.

The boy's left nipple seemed to be the more sensitive of the two-the reaction he got was more immediate, more intense. Chun-Soo let out a strangled moan that seemed to die halfway in his throat as Sang-Chul sucked on it, as hard as his mouth would allow, allowing his tongue to swirl around it, delighting in its taste and texture.

Chun-Soo's cock had grown to full hardness, rubbing against Sang-Chul, soiling it with pre-cum but he didn't mind it at all. His own cock, though, felt like it was ready to break free of its restraints out of its own will, so intense was the desire he felt. Sang-Chul decided it was time to move on to other things.

He took his mouth off Chun-Soo's body and looked up to gaze at his face. The boy's expression bore no effort to preserve his dignity-he was downright begging with his eyes, his lips quivering slightly.

"Get off..get down on your knees."

Chun-Soo slowly slid off Sang-Chul's lap and landed on the floor with a thud. He looked perversely delicious the way he was, with his hands bound behind his back, his hard cock hanging between his legs, his nipples raw and swollen, chest heaving rapidly with each breath, his mouth halfway open.

Sang-Chul unbuttoned his trousers and worked them slightly down his hips. "Now..let's see what else that mouth of yours is good for."

Chun-Soo took the invitation eagerly, crawling on his knees until he was in front of the chair, his face just inches away from the older man's groin. Sang-Chul tugged down his underpants, letting out his hard cock. It popped out eagerly, nearly whacking Chun-Soo in the face, and he could tell the boy was impressed by its size, if not intimidated.

"What are you waiting for?" Sang-Chul said. "Suck it."

Chun-Soo opened his mouth and took the large head into it, eyes widening as he seemed to contemplate whether he was going to be able to take it even deeper. He began sucking at the head, letting his tongue play around it, rubbing against the slit and gladly swallowing any precum that came out.

Sang-Chul felt his body going on fire, but he wasn't about to give Chun-Soo the satisfaction of knowing it.

"Oh, come on.. you can do better than that."

The taunt urged Chun-Soo to take him in deeper, slowly inching forward on his knees, his mouth seeming stretched to its limits, until he at last had most of the length inside his mouth, his cheeks hollowing with the effort.

"Now.you do look pretty with my cock in your mouth." Sang-Chul commented. "Looks like you were made for this."

Chun-Soo's eyes shot him a dark look, but he was in no position to protest. Sang-Chul's hands were at the back of his head, urging him to move. Chun-Soo began bobbing his head, working Sang-Chul inside his mouth, allowing Sang-Chul's hands to dictate his pace. Sang-Chul closed his eyes and leaned back, focused on the intense pleasure of having Chun-Soo's lips sealed tight around him, the wet glide of his mouth, the soft sucking noises he made.

Jolt after jolt went through him, pushing him ever closer to the edge of climax. He had to give the boy credit-he knew how to suck cock. Years of practice, maybe? Sang-Chul didn't know. He didn't care. It didn't matter. Right now, Chun-Soo was his.

He felt the base of his cock start to hum with his impending orgasm, and he allowed Chun-Soo to pull back until only the head of his cock was in his mouth.

"Swallow it.." Sang-Chul said. "Don't spill any."

Chun-Soo weakly nodded his compliance, and soon Sang-Chul felt himself exploding. It was long and intense, and he watched Chun-Soo's throat convulse as he struggled to swallow everything. He blinked his eyes several times, as if trying hard not to gag, his mouth still sucking, still trying to get every last drop out. Sang-Chul threw his head back and moaned aloud, gushing into the boy's mouth, his fingers tangled in the sweat-damp strands of blonde hair.

When it was finally over Chun-Soo gave his cock several last, clean-up licks and then let the head slip out of his mouth, his throat still convulsing. He swallowed hard several times and licked around his own lips, the look on his face overwhelmed.

Sang-Chul laughed at the expression, folding his arms in front of his chest again. "What..was I a little too big for your pretty little mouth to handle?"

Chun-Soo's eyes shot him a fiery glance. "I've had bigger.." he muttered icily.

"Oh, really?" Sang-Chul snickered. "You sure do get around, don't you?"

"I'm not new to this either, I'll let you know.." Chun-Soo spat.

"A little whore like you? I wouldn't be surprised." Sang-Chul said mockingly.

"Whatever." Chun-Soo said. "But I'm pretty sure I've seen a lot more action than you have all your life, old man.."

Damnit, but the boy was just asking for it. Sang-Chul growled deep in his throat and reached down, yanking Chun-Soo off the floor roughly. He ignored the loud yelp of surprise and proceeded to fling the naked body sideways over his lap, his legs dangling over one side the chair while his head hung over the other. With his hands bound, Chun-Soo had no chance to escape, no leverage to ease himself off.

"You watch what you say." Sang-Chul whispered darkly, leaning in close to his ears. "I don't appreciate your insolence."

"It's genetic." Chun-Soo countered. "Not much I can do about it."

"Shut up!"

"Make me."

Sang-Chul shook his head, thoroughly irritated. "You're a bad boy, Chun-Soo..a very bad boy."

"You're not the first to say it."

"I'm gonna have to punish you." Sang-Chul said, and before Chun-Soo said anything else he lifted his right hand and brought it down hard against the boy's exposed ass, the impact creating a sound that drowned out even the pained scream.

"Ooowww!!"

"Does that hurt?" Sang-Chul growled.

"Yess.." Chun-Soo hissed through gritted teeth.

"Good." Sang-Chul said darkly. "It's supposed to hurt."

He spanked Chun-Soo again, harder this time, hard enough to feel the pain in his own hand. Chun-Soo squirmed and tried to break free, but Sang-Chul's left hand held him across his back and kept him firmly placed right where Sang-Chul wanted him. His hand came down on the boy's ass over and over, Chun-Soo screaming and groaning with each impact, and Sang-Chul found himself getting hard all over again, aroused by the sounds Chun-Soo was making and the sheer power he was experiencing.

He spanked Chun-Soo until his hand lost feeling in it, until the younger man's ass was coloured an angry shade of crimson and his screams had dwindled down into whimpers, resigning himself to fate. Sang-Chul paused briefly to knead at the sore globes of his ass, causing Chun-Soo to moan out loud, his bound hands squeezing into fists.

When Sang-Chul felt like he'd done enough he roughly pushed Chun-Soo off his lap, letting him land unceremoniously on the floor in a messy heap. With no hands to steady himself Chun-Soo fell awkwardly, almost hitting his head at the foot of the bed. He rolled around, trying to keep his sore ass from coming into contact with anything, and looked up at Sang-Chul, tears of pain glazing his eyes.

"You're mean.." he muttered weakly.

"Only to naughty little whores like you who deserve it." Sang-Chul said. "Now get up."

Chun-Soo got to his feet slowly, struggling to steady himself without the help of his hands. Sang-Chul noticed that the boy's cock was still rock-hard, still leaking-apparently the pain had not diminished his arousal any, or even added to it, perhaps.

"Looks to me like you enjoyed that almost as much as I did.." Sang-Chul muttered with a smirk, flexing the fingers of his right hand. "Sit on the bed."

Chun-Soo looked like he was about to protest-his ass must be in a great deal of pain after the spanking, but he bit down on his lips and sat down, wincing and closing his eyes as the tender flesh was pressed against the mattress. He sat at the edge of the bed, feet still firmly planted on the floor to ease some pressure off his backside.

"Lie down." Sang-Chul commanded. "And spread your legs."

Chun-Soo did this slowly, wincing as his ass was forced to bear the bulk of his body, his back propped up on his bound hands. He moved his legs apart, exposing himself, giving Sang-Chul full view of his leaking erection, the pouch of his balls and the tiny pucker of his entrance, a sight that Sang-Chul took in with great delight.

He stood up and undressed himself in no hurry, allowing Chun-Soo the agony of waiting. He kicked off his trousers along with his underpants, then removed his shirt. Stepping out of the puddle of fabric at his feet, he stood looking over Chun-Soo, the boy's eyes fixed on his, lying prone and exposed to him.

Slowly, Sang-Chul sank to his knees at the foot of the bed, between Chun-Soo's dangling legs. He put one hand under each of the younger man's legs and lifted them up, hanging his knees over his shoulders. He then used his hands on Chun-Soo's hips as leverage to pull him in closer, dragging him across the mattress.

Chun-Soo's eyes were alight with anticipation, knowing what was to come next. Sang-Chul looked at him, holding him down by his hips firmly to stop him squirming.

"Now..let's see if this tastes as good as it looks." He said, and began licking along the underside of Chun-Soo's hard length.

Chun-Soo let out a whimper as Sang-Chul teased and toyed with his cock, running his tongue along its length, sucking briefly at the tip but never going down on him in earnest, always tempting, always torturing. His head thrashed wildly on the mattress, his body rendered immobile by the strong grip Sang-Chul had on his hips.

"You're so easy.." Sang-Chul said as he planted several little kisses on the head of Chun-Soo's cock. "So cheap. You don't even bother making me work for it.."

Chun-Soo didn't respond to these taunts-Sang-Chul wasn't sure he'd heard them, given his condition. Sang-Chul let his mouth wander lower, starting to nuzzle at the dark nest of hair against which the younger man's balls rested. He had an alluring scent-the perfect mix of a grown man's musk and a boy's milky innocence, and as Sang-Chul took one warm ball sac into his mouth Chun-Soo let out a piercing wail that made him glad his bedroom was not directly adjacent to the apartment next door.

He lifted Chun-Soo's legs further up and apart, allowing his mouth better access. Chun-Soo moaned and whimpered as Sang-Chul ravished his sensitive areas with his mouth, leaving no patch of flesh untouched, his tongue exploring every crevice and fold, stopping here and there to lavish attention on one particular spot before moving on to the next. He ignored the way Chun-Soo's cocked dripped furiously near his face, as if demanding attention.

Instead he moved even lower, finding himself right at the rim of the Chun-Soo's puckered entrance. Smiling wickedly, he surged forward and rammed his tongue against the tiny hole, and the scream he heard was the confirmation he needed.

He'd broken Chun-Soo. The boy was completely at his mercy now.

Sang-Chul continued to play his tongue at Chun-Soo's entrance, even sneaking the tip inside briefly and teasing him there. Chun-Soo was nearly in tears, sobbing and crying out his name in a manner that made him only want to prolong the boy's torture. Sang-Chul then replaced his tongue with an index finger, jamming it deep and hard into the Chun-Soo's hole as he screamed once more.

He loved to hear Chun-Soo scream like that. Sang-Chul fingered him intensely, rubbing and nudging at his prostate, Chun-Soo's eyes dilating and looking like he was about to pass out. As his finger worked the boy's ass Sang-Chul's mouth returned to his cock, once again teasing and playing him around, delicately licking the trails of pearly liquid but never giving him the pleasure of a long, hard suck, ignoring the barely coherent pleas that came his way.

Chun-Soo would come if he continued doing this, Sang-Chul knew it. Sure enough, it didn't take long before he felt the boy's cock starting to throb in preparation of release. Sang-Chul was quicker to react-he quickly pulled his finger out of Chun-Soo and used his hand to clamp at the base of his cock, stalling his orgasm.

Chun-Soo let out a choked scream at his abruptly halted release, his mouth and eyes both flying open. Sang-Chul gripped him strongly, willing the bloodrush back from his engorged veins, shaking his head.

"Sa-sang-Chul.." Chun-Soo said haltingly. "Please.."

"No."

"Please, please.." Chun-Soo begged him. "Please let me come.."

Sang-Chul shook his head, taking his hand off Chun-Soo's cock when he was assured that his orgasm had been quelled. "Not yet."

"Please, oh please.." Chun-Soo persisted. "I want it so bad, please let me.."

"Didn't you hear? You're not gonna come until I decide it's time." Sang-Chul said sternly, ending the boy's protests. "You're going to have to earn it."

"I'll do anything.." Chun-Soo whimpered. "Anything.."

"Of course you will." Sang-Chul smirked, then he crawled on the bed, moving on hands and knees up Chun-Soo's body until his face hovered above the younger man's, looking down on him. He used his arms and dragged Chun-Soo up until his legs were no longer dangling over the edge of the bed, his entire body now placed on the mattress with his head resting against the pillows.

Chun-Soo's entire body was covered in a sheen of sweat, his breathing hard and his eyes glassy. Sang-Chul laid his elbows on either side of his head and smiled down upon Chun-Soo's expectant face, feeling each hot breath that came out of the quivering lips.

"Hmm..what should I do with you next?" he said thoughtfully. "So many things.."

Chun-Soo just looked at him, wet blonde strands pasted against his forehead.

"I think..I'm going to fuck you now, Chun-Soo. Would you like that?"

Chun-Soo nodded enthusiastically. "Yes..fuck me.."

"Say 'please'."

"Please, Sang-Chul..please fuck me."

"Say you need it."

"I need it..I need to be fucked. I need you to fuck me. Please fuck me.." the words rolled effortlessy out of the boy's tongue, with no difficulty at all. Sang-Chul snickered.

"See? You'd say or do anything if it gets you what you need. So fucking easy." He shook his head. "You really are a whore, aren't you?"

Chun-Soo closed his eyes and nodded.

"Say it."

"I'm..I'm a whore."

"And whose little whore are you?"

"Yours." Chun-Soo said. "Yours, Sang-Chul. I'm your little whore."

"Good." Sang-Chul tapped a finger against his nose. "Now, from the top.."

Chun-Soo shook his head in dismay. "Why do you do this to me?"

"Because it's what I want, Chun-Soo. And that's all that matters." Sang-Chul said. "Now come on, make it as easy for yourself as you've made it for me.."

Chun-Soo swallowed hard and opened his mouth to speak, his voice raspy. "I need..I need you to fuck me, Sang-Chul. Please..fuck me. I'm your little whore. Please..please fuck your little whore."

"Very good."

Sang-Chul leaned back until he was kneeling between the Chun-Soo's spread legs. He took them and wrapped them around his waist, his hard cock instantly pressed against Chun-Soo's entrance and making him whimper in anticipation.

Sang-Chul decided to end the games and get down to business. He grabbed the boy by his hips and thrust inside, burying himself to the hilt with one mighty effort. Chun-Soo let out a squeal that was probably a combination between pain and pleasure-he was only minimally prepared. And damn, but he was tight. So very, very tight. And to think, he wasn't even a virgin. Sang-Chul envied whoever had been the first to fuck him. Must've had the time of his life.

He allowed Chun-Soo several moments to adjust to his girth, just to make sure he retained his consciousness, and then Sang-Chul began moving in and out of him. He didn't even bother to start slowly-pretty soon he was banging into Chun-Soo deep and hard, thumping the bed against the wall with each thrust.

Beneath him Chun-Soo moaned and whimpered, totally lost in the heat of the moment. His eyes were shut tight and his mouth hung open, and Sang-Chul took the invitation to bend down and kiss him, his hands moving up Chun-Soo's chest to tease and tug at his swollen nipples. Chun-Soo mewled into his mouth, his body going slack as Sang-Chul continued to pump into him, taking liberties with his body.

He knew it couldn't last forever-this being the most intense, insanely satisfying fuck he'd ever had in his life. Prolonging the process made the climax that much sweeter and when he finally came, he came hard. Chun-Soo's choked sob accompanied the gushing of white hot liquid that poured into his body, filling him up.

Sang-Chuld held still as he came and came, his entire body feeling spent as he emptied his balls into Chun-Soo's little ass. He threw his head back and allowed himself a satisfied smile, glancing back down to inspect the result of his handiwork.

Chun-Soo, his own release still held within him, panting and heaving, sweat-soaked at the top, cum-soaked at the bottom. His bound hands made his body arch slightly off the bed, leaving nothing uncovered. Between his spread legs Sang-Chul's release was starting to leak out of him, staining and smearing his thighs.

It was beautiful.

Sang-Chul let his body fall back onto the bed, going face-to-face with Chun-Soo once more as one of his hands reached down to tease at the boy's swollen cock.

"Beg me.." he said. "Beg me to let you come."

"Please.." Chun-Soo said, his voice a bare whisper. "Please let me come."

"I can't hear you.."

"Please, Sang-Chul!" Chun-Soo mustered every bit of strength he had. "Please let me come..I need it. I need it so bad."

"How bad?"

"I've wanted it..ever since I came in here. I've wanted it ever since you touched me. Please, let me come."

Sang-Chul smiled and gave Chun-Soo's cock a light squeeze. "Then come for me. Come in my hand."

Chun-Soo moaned at the words and his cock began shooting, coating Sang-Chul's hand with his slick, hot release. He came long and hard, his head falling back against the pillow and his eyes shut tight, whimpering over and over. Sang-Chul helped him along by milking him with his hand, his mouth busy licking at the flesh of Chun-Soo's throat.

Finally, the boy's cock went limp in his hands and he released it, allowing it to fall back against the matted pubic hair. He pulled his hand up and thrust it in Chun-Soo's face, still dripping with his release.

"Lick it clean.."

Chun-Soo didn't have to be told twice. He reached out with his tongue and began licking, cleaning up Sang-Chul's hands, lapping everything up into his mouth, even gathering the sticky drops from between his fingers. Sang-Chul watched his face intently as he did this, watched the expression on his face as he concentrated on the task at hand, loving every moment of it.

When his hand was clean Chun-Soo's head fell back against the pillow and lolled to one side, obviously exhausted. Sang-Chul leaned in and kissed him, slowly, in what could be his first tender gesture of the entire evening, wordlessly signaling his appreciation.

He reached behind Chun-Soo and unbuckled the belt that was holding his wrists together, loosening it and tossing it over the side of the bed. Chun-Soo brought his hands forward and rubbed at the raw flesh of his wrists, and Sang-Chul took them into his hands to examine them. No blood or scratches, but the skin was red and very sensitive.

"You know.." he said. "I think you're the first person to actually make me consider investing on a good set of handcuffs."

Chun-Soo gave him an exhausted little smile. "I have one. Standard issue police force, made of stainless steel."

Sang-Chul returned the smile. "Bring it with you next time."

"Sure." Chun-Soo said. "Uh..Sang-Chul?"

"What?"

"Can I..can I go and wash myself up a little?"

Sang-Chul thought about this, and shook his head. "No..I want my essence to stay on you a little longer."

"Oh."

"And besides.." he pulled Chun-Soo closer by his waist. "I'm not done with you yet."

Chun-Soo eased into his arms, pillowing his head on his chest. "I'd be very disappointed if you were."

Sang-Chul laughed, in genuine amusement, and stroked through Chun-Soo's damp blonde hair with one hand. "Hey, Chun-Soo.."

"What?"

"You're good." he said. "You're a good fuck."

Chun-Soo tilted his head up to look at him. "And you fucked me good. That was beyond my expectations."

"You like it?"

"I loved it."

"Good.." Sang-Chul said. "..because that was only the beginning."

"Hmm.." Chun-Soo muttered dreamily. "Listen, I know you probably want to do it again sometime later tonight..but can I, you know, take a nap first? I'm so tired.."

"Of course." Sang-Chul said.

Soon Chun-Soo was asleep against his chest, Sang-Chul's fingers still twirling absent-mindedly at the blonde strands, his eyes gazing upwards at the ceiling and smiling to himself-that had been a good time, indeed. He decided that he should go ahead and take a little nap, too..surely his body would tell him when it was ready for some more action.

When he did close his eyes it was Chun-Soo who filled his head, filled his dreams, blurring the lines between fantasy and reality, the beautiful body, the pretty little mouth, the look on his face as he was penetrated, as he was brought over the edge..

Sang-Chul woke up not long after, heat once again building within him, and the feel of Chun-Soo in his arms only served to heighten his need. He nudged Chun-Soo awake, gently rocking his shoulders, and when Chun-Soo opened his eyes and looked at Sang-Chul's, he instantly knew what was required of him. Chun-Soo rolled aside until he was flat on his back again, and Sang-Chul got on top of him, thinking of how he was going to proceed this time around.

They did it late into the night, stopping and starting several times, seconds ticking by without a care as Sang-Chul thoroughly tested the boy's limits, pleasantlhy finding him meeting his every expectation. Chun-Soo did whatever Sang-Chul asked of him-he fought and struggled when Sang-Chul wanted him to, lay completely motionless when he was told to, gladly playing along to whatever Sang-Chul said, slipping into one role after another effortlessly.

Sang-Chul allowed him the use of his hands at times, ordered him to keep them quiet at others, watching as Chun-Soo gradually learned the game, becoming more proficient in it with each moment. Sang-Chul held control over his release, allowing it only when he thought the boy had earned it. He rewarded Chun-Soo when he saw fit, punished him when he misbehaved, using the power the boy had given him to the fullest.

When finally, he pulled his satisfied cock out of Chun-Soo's body one last time, knowing that he'd gotten enough for the night, Chun-Soo was nearly unconscious with exhaustion, though on his lips was a small, faint smile.

"I don't think I can walk tomorrow.." he groaned.

"Well, you'd better." Sang-Chul said. "We have training tomorrow."

"Oh, shit." Chun-Soo said. "Monday, is it?"

"Yes..and we have a match Wednesday. Bucheon."

"Hmm..Bucheon." Chun-Soo muttered. "I think I can score in that match."

"You do that, and I'll reward you." Sang-Chul said.

"Really?"

"Score twice, and I'll reward you really well."

Chun-Soo smiled. "Should I bring my handcuffs, then?"

"By all means." Sang-Chul said. "Now come on..let's get you cleaned up a bit."

"Uh..I gotta get some feeling back in my legs first."

"You don't need that.." Sang-Chul said, then he casually scooped Chun-Soo off the bed and into his arms, carrying him. Either Chun-Soo was too tired to protest or too stunned, he couldn't tell, but the boy remained quiet as Sang-Chul carried him to the en suite bathroom and set him down inside the tub.

He took the shower from its perch and turned on a spray of warm water, and Chun-Soo remained still as Sang-Chul washed his body, getting all sorts of bodily fluids of him, soaping his legs and thighs. He winced a little as Sang-Chul washed his backside, still feeling the effects of the spanking hours ago, and squirmed as Sang-chul cleaned up his entrance.

"Hurt?"

"No.." Chun-Soo shook his head. "Just a little sore."

"If it starts hurting badly, you've got to tell me. How's the shoulder?"

"It doesn't hurt at all, don't worry." Chun-Soo assured him.

Sang-Chul turned off the shower and grabbed a towel from the rack, pulling Chun-Soo up to sit him at the edge of the tub. The boy barely had any strength left in his limbs as Sang-Chul dried him off, and when he was done he took him back into his arms and carried him again back to the bedroom, setting him down on the bed.

He walked towards a corner of the room and adjusted the heating system, turning it up one notch, before walking back towards the bed and pulling the blankets up over Chun-Soo's body, joining him underneath it.

By the time he'd pulled Chun-Soo back into his embrace, the boy was already in deep sleep, exhausted to his bones. Sang-Chul smiled and kissed his cheek lightly, pressing his chest against his back.

"My own little fucktoy.." he muttered. "Who knew you had it in you?"

He had the sense that, given the chance, Chun-Soo would never cease to amaze him. And he had every intention of making those chances happen.

~FIN~