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The rumours were true.
Rang first noticed a foul odour, then the complete mess of the room that surrounded him. It was barely a home, reminiscent more of a monster’s den. Almost fitting, if he was honest. Could this really be the state in which his brother had been living in recent years? He’d heard the stories of the hated gumiho living here, of how he was unruly and violent— sleeping all day and drugged out of his mind by night.
It left a sour taste in his mouth.
This wasn’t the future he’d always envision in his mind. For both himself, and for his brother. He’d always imagined they’d live together in their village, happy and thriving, being there for each other for years to come. But then Yeon had to be the one to throw that away, to threaten Rang’s life and all but leave him to die as if he’d never meant anything to him.
Staring at the sorry mess of a man sleeping before him, in such a dingy place— Rang was disgusted to no end. He’d always been by Yeon’s side, for as long as he could recall. Ever since he was a child on the brink of death. They were always going to be together; a whole life ahead of them, waiting to be seen. So why? Why would Yeon throw away their life, their home, their contentment, just for some human? To wait endlessly for a reincarnation that might never come? It made no sense to Rang, which only further fueled his hatred for humans, for his brother, and for everyone else in between.
Rang might wish for Yeon to be free from torment, but as the scar on his chest throbbed at the painful memory of their last encounter, he enjoyed seeing his brother suffer like this.
He should be happy, and yet, the ache in his heart persisted. Love was a fickle thing; something most had no control of. It was worse for gumiho, considering their inability to let go, or love another. It was practically a death sentence should it be unrequited.
Another reason why Rang hated him.
But seeing Yeon like this… he struggled to recognise him.
How could this be the same man he fell in love with? Rang couldn’t understand it. A fox only ever had one love, and it had to be this man, this gumiho, this— pathetic excuse for a creature, on a downward spiral, no doubt leading to his death any day now. Rang’s hatred only grew being this close, so near to his beloved who rejected him, who abandoned him for a human— so all he could do was cause Yeon the same level of suffering as he’d experienced all these years.
Their past and present continued to haunt him. Rang would be impossible to be loved again, nor would he ever find another soul in this life that would connect with him the same way Yeon once had. He was destined to be alone, abandoned, hated and forgotten. All because of Yeon. All because of that dead human. All because… he let down his guard, and fell in love with the only person who had ever treated him with kindness.
Rang shook his head, fists clenching by his sides. He squashed down those feelings, that remaining love in his heart, and the desire that remained to be held and loved by his brother. He couldn’t allow those feelings to get in the way of what he was about to do. Yeon deserved to be punished— and what better way to destroy his heart than to give him the one thing he longed for— only to tear it away before his very eyes?
Yeon rolled over suddenly, momentarily startling Rang, who tensed where he stood. The elder gumiho settled again, and remained asleep, thankfully, but was now facing Rang’s direction. He was snoring, chest rising and falling rhythmically, a hand lazily strewn over his stomach. The clothing he was wearing appeared old and dishevelled, his hair a mess of knots and uneven lengths. How had this once been the beautiful and powerful mountain god? It was pitiful, to say the least.
Yeon had never taken notice of him. Once he was no longer an innocent, whimsical child, it was as if he no longer existed. His brother had gone to such an extent to risk his own life. Rang was going to prove himself. He was going to make Yeon suffer, as he had suffered. There was no time like the present.
Rang took in a breath, holding it for a moment. There was hesitation in his mind. This wasn’t something he would do willingly on a normal circumstance, but tonight was different. Closing his eyes, he focused.
Within the blink of an eye, Rang’s entire form changed. He was slightly shorter now; his muscular areas now leaner and softer, and even his skin was gentle to the touch. Long hair flowed down his shoulders, touching his chest, where breasts now resided— causing him discomfort as memories of his younger days came back to mind. He hated how these curves reminded him of a time he’d long since repressed, that had been buried far back in his mind, as if they belonged to an entirely different person.
His usual attire was replaced with a traditional hanbok, one that the woman he was pretending to be would have probably worn. Beneath left little to the imagination— the usual undergarments that were to be expected. Not that it mattered. His presence would be enough to rouse his brother from his sleep, and bring forth a flurry of regretful, exhaustive tears, and eventual heartbreak.
“Ae-um…”
Rang stiffened for a moment. That name still remained so spiteful to his ears. He had to forget that, for now, ignore it, for what he had in mind. And so Rang relaxed his shoulders, smiling softly to himself, and walking over to the man who called for him.
“You’re here…” Yeon mumbled, eyes open enough to make our Rang’s disguised figure. He gradually sat up, his voice hoarse and quiet. “I missed you,” Yeon confessed, awkwardly reaching out towards the other, beckoning him closer.
Rang did just that. He allowed Yeon to wrap his arms around him, until his face was nuzzled against his waist. Yeon was so gentle, sighing into his clothing, clearly remaining in a tired and drugged state of mind. He was mumbling more, holding on to the back of his hanbok to keep his arms in place, making all manner of indecipherable sounds and requests.
That’s it, Rang thought to himself with an imaginary smirk. He’d allow Yeon to hold him close like this, think for a moment that his love had returned to him, only to lose his mind with misery again when Rang revealed himself. It was such a simple plan; almost pathetic for someone as magnificent as his brother to have fallen so low as to be fooled by suck a trick.
With that in mind, the tables were about to turn— and not in his favour.
Rang hadn’t noticed at first that his brother’s form had changed until he felt claws digging in to his back. He gasped as a reflex, suddenly held so firmly in Yeon’s arms that he was afraid he might break. There was no escape. But then those claws dug deeper, breaking through the fabric of his hanbok, and tearing it away from his body. Cool air kissed his skin, and Rang could only freeze in surprise, stunned that he’d not been injured in the sloppiness of his brother’s attack.
Then the world spun out of control. Rang yelped as he was thrown upon the bed, crushed under the weight of the other as Yeon held him tightly. Arms encircled his chest, pressing his naked body against his brother’s, and Rang had never felt so startled and conflicted all at once. He had to free himself, before the situation grew worse by the second— but then Yeon pulled away with a soft breath, staring at Rang on the verge of tears.
Rang swallowed thickly, unable to deny the regret that began welling in his chest. In truth, he wanted to see Yeon smile, to once again see the man he’d fallen in love with all those years ago. The times they’d spent living together as a family were the best of Rang’s life, and he cherished those memories so fondly that he rarely allowed himself to recall and enjoy them. But he could tell something was off.
Yeon’s entire demeanour shifted within the blink of an eye. A growl turned to a snarl. Rang panicked, powerless beneath a man who was acting on instinct, as if he had nothing left to lose. And before Rang could reveal himself, or protest his brother’s violent handling, Yeon’s lips were against his own— stealing his breath and his very first kiss, in a way sure to bruise. It was rough, lacking love, and yet Rang was melting, moaning into his brother’s mouth as the previously unknown sensation when right to his head.
“Hyung—” Rang barely mouthed the word before his voice was filled with involuntary cries.
Yeon pushed him down further onto the bed, and claimed Rang’s mouth far more passionately than before, devouring his lips, swallowing his every cry and gasp for breath. Rang was startled, only more so when his brother’s hands caught in the fold of his legs, directly behind his knees, and pushed them towards his chest— practically folding him in half. He was suffocating under their weight, and the moment he felt something hard pressing against his thighs, Rang began to panic.
“Stop!” Rang cried, dropping his disguise within the blink of an eye. His true form was revealed, scarred chest on display, naked beneath the man he once called his brother. “It’s me!” He shouted, again and again, barely holding Yeon at bay, his strength no match for the other’s.
Yeon had to see him, had to recognise him, and had to stop his advance before he made a regretful mistake.
There was a moment of clarity, or at least, Rang hoped that was what was happening. Yeon had paused, remaining impossibly close, hips pressed against hips. “There’s no need to be startled,” Yeon said, panting between breaths. “I know it’s you, Rang-ah… It’s always you. Even in my dreams, I can’t deny you.” He nuzzled into Rang’s neck, nipping at his skin. “She’s not here. She never really is,” Yeon whispered against his ear. “You are. You always are.”
Rang couldn’t understand what he was saying, or why he wasn’t stopping. Thoughts clouded his mind, so noisy and insufferable. He’d failed to take note of Yeon’s wandering hand until his underwear had been torn away. A finger slipped inside him suddenly, and Rang threw his head back in shock. “Hyung—!” His voice failed to express his ample fear, overwhelmed with newfound sensations that scared and excited him into a mixture of conflicting emotions.
“My dear, sweet dongsaeng… why do you always act so innocent?” Yeon was growling now, possessively, voice a commanding tone. Fingers twisted and turned inside him, sinking deeper, fucking into him— urging Rang to open himself further. “It’s been so long since I last held you, I don’t wish to waste time before I wake…”
Rang’s eyes flew wide open. He understood; his brother was convinced this was a dream, a moment without consequence, a fantasy— and it was clear the years of drug abuse had in turn corrupted his mind. Rang had fallen into a trap. Yeon couldn’t be convinced this was real, that it really was his little brother held within his grasp— and that Rang was unbearably vulnerable, caused by his own hand.
The worst part of this situation was believing Yeon’s words. If they were to be believed, then Rang had always been the one of his brother’s affections. That women had been an excuse, perhaps, or something else entirely. Rang’s feelings could possibly be more mutual than he’d realised, but the thought of them being together in reality began to feel terrifyingly real.
Rang’s heart broke in more ways that one—
This wasn’t how things were supposed to go!
Rang should want this, want Yeon, want the man who stole his heart. He should want to take advantage of this chance, as it might be his only opportunity to hold Yeon close. But the state of mind his brother was in was far from what Rang wanted. Yeon thought this was an illusion, a game, something to be done with as if it occurred every night in his dreams. A fantasy. And yet even with reality in plain sight, Rang struggled to deny his own passionate desires, losing the strength to push his brother away.
Even knowing that, Rang knew this might be his only chance to feel what he’d always dreamt of experiencing.
An odd sensation caused Rang to panic further. Yeon was moving faster than he could comprehend. Fingers retreated, and Rang shuddered, feeling uncomfortably empty. Then he felt it— a cock nuzzling against his own. Yeon rubbed it between his thighs, and Rang couldn’t instinctively close them no matter how hard he tried. His brother’s strength kept him pinned in place, at his mercy; and Rang felt his entire body shudder each time Yeon’s cock slid against him, eliciting sparks of pleasure unlike anything he’d experienced before.
Then Yeon took himself into his hand. He pressed his cock firmly against Rang, biting against his neck as if to hold the younger man in place. Rang’s eyes were wet, tears breaking free, unable to hear anything other than his heart thumping so loudly in his chest. A growl vibrated against his skin, and Yeon pressed his cock to Rang’s entrance, the tip threatening to sink in, hesitating to the point of teasing. The slightest pressure and inch of his hips was all it would take for them to join.
Rang was scared, unsure of what he wanted. His deep, dark desires to be ravaged by his brother had long since been buried for his own sanity, and now, this was the situation he found himself in. He was powerless to stop his brother, and for a moment— he wasn’t sure he wanted to.
“Rang-ah…” Yeon breathed out. There was a tender moment, quiet an unmoving, eyes meeting eyes. Rang felt as if he’d stared into his brother’s soul, understanding each other on some level, but— that moment was short-lived.
Yeon growled again. A switch had flipped. He was no longer playing nice. He forcefully caught Rang’s flailing hands, pinning them down above his head. At the same time, he pushed Rang’s legs further apart, closer to his chest, almost entirely immobile, and then—
He fucked into Rang in a single, gliding thrust, making no sign to be gentle.
Rang cried out in surprise. It was unlike anything he could ever have expected. The pain shot through him first, causing him to violently shudder, struggling to adjust to the sudden stretch and burn that accompanied it. His brother’s cock was entirely buried inside him, and it hurt more than he’d anticipated— but Rang couldn’t deny it was something he’d always thought about in his dreams.
But this was different. His brother’s cock was huge. Rang wasn’t surprised, but he remained unprepared. His insides were filled to the brim, impossibly so, sparking pain as he was stretched wide open, and making no signs to stop. And yet, the moment he thought it was over, Yeon retreated ever so slightly, only to sink in deeper at the next thrust— to the point where Rang thought he’d go insane from how close they were connected.
Rang couldn’t deny that he’d dreamt of this, touched himself to the thought of joining with the man he both despised and loved. But this was entirely different - this was rough and absent of love - and Rang had lost his voice and strength, now more vulnerable that he’d ever been in his life, of which was in the hands of Yeon— who in turn was too high to understand the gravity of their situation.
Rang could admit he was terrified, struggling to breathe amongst the panic. Through the fear, through the discomfort, he wasn’t sure if his tears were caused by that, or the sheer bliss of being joined with Yeon after so many restless nights dreaming for this to become a reality. But this wasn’t the kind, loving Yeon he’d fallen for— the one who would treasure him, who would be slow and gentle, and hold him like one would hold their beloved partner. This Yeon was feral, and animal in need of comfort, a man whose head was scrambled and muddled between reality and fiction.
Whether it was seconds or hours, Rang couldn’t tell. Yeon dug his hands tightly into his hips and began to fuck him at an unbearable pace. He couldn’t protest, he could barely speak. Rang could only focus on his breathing and accept the cock buried inside him as he was mercilessly bred. At times, Rang felt himself losing sight of Yeon, losing his mind, losing his self— and each moment he was on the cusp of unconsciousness, his brother would kiss him, coaxing him back to reality, only for the pain to remind him of what was happening.
Abruptly, Yeon paused after one particularly deep thrust, curling his arms around Rang and holding him close for a moment. Rang could only muster a pathetic sound as he was crushed, unbearably hot and flustered, so full of his brother he could barely speak. Then he heard the other’s voice, and couldn’t understand what to make of it.
“Why do you haunt me, Rang-ah? Why do you tempt me like this?” Yeon spoke softly, biting his lip around what could only be called a sob. “I cannot escape. My desire for you is so difficult to control. Cutting you down and running away was all I could do. Drugs are my only escape. So why… why do you do this to me?” Within seconds, the soft, tender Yeon was replaced once more but the angry, feral Yeon. “I can’t escape you even in my dreams!” He wailed, heartache echoing throughout the room, as he resumed the fucking he’d started.
Rang couldn’t handle it any longer. He gave up. He gave in. He was tired of fighting, of denying his body what it wanted. Yeon’s hand released him, and Rang melted beneath his touch. He cried out in pleasure, becoming pliant and willing, allowing Yeon to have his way with him any way he sought fit. Every thrust felt like it was going in deeper, to impossible depths, to the point Rang was going insane with need. A newfound desire awakened, and he wanted more. He wanted Yeon to fuck him senseless, to bite him, mark him, to breed him—
“Rang-ah…” Yeon whispered beside his ear through a stifled sob. “I wish you were here…”
Rang gasped, snapping to his senses. Any conflict in his mind had no chance to make itself known as their positions were drastically shifted. Yeon had fallen backwards in a sudden change of pace, pulling Rang with him until he was practically straddling his brother’s hips. His hands fell forward, awkwardly purchased on Yeon’s chest, unable to find balance or grip. Yeon’s claws broke flesh, digging so deeply into his hips that Rang was all but numb to the pain now, barely noticing the blood. Yeon was thrusting harder, faster, erratically, and Rang hoped this was the end— feeling the world around him spinning, energy dissipating from his body, consciousness threatening to leave him if this went on any longer.
With a cry from his lips, Yeon’s hips lifted from the messy bed— coming hard and deep inside Rang with all the force his body allowed. He pulled Rang down against his chest, moaning and thrusting shallowly through the aftershocks of his orgasm, filling his beloved brother to the brim with come. Rang felt sick, the sensation so strange to him, like a pressure deep inside his stomach, increasing by the second. He could only whimper once Yeon’s cock finally slipped free, and the realisation began to come back to his coherent state of mind.
Rang wasn’t the only one in tears; Yeon’s expression mirrored his own, confusing his feelings even further. For a moment, there was only breathing, horse and laboured, the loud sound filling the empty void. Yeon struggled to form words, instead, he raised one of his hands. Rang watched, as if in slow motion, as it approached him, and he couldn’t help but shudder. A mere inch before it would reach his face, Rang whimpered, and Yeon’s arm fell back to the bed. Confused by his actions, Rang hazarded a look at his brother, only to discover he’d passed out completely.
It was over, and Rang was finally free—
For better, or for worse.
Rang was conflicted, barely able to stifle another sob as reality came crashing down.
He’d gotten what he wanted, but at what cost? This Yeon was nothing like the man he remembered, like the man he yearned for. He was in no shape to win back Rang’s affections, nor give him the relationship he wanted. He swore to himself, struggling to redress himself as blood, sweat and come stuck to his skin. He needed to leave, to get far from here, and find any reason to force this memory to fade away—
And never see his brother again.
Rang didn’t want to admit that he regretted coming here, on this night, and causing nothing but his own anguish instead of inciting that pain to his beloved. He tried not to focus on the discomfort that lingered, or how he was struggling to walk in a straight line without whimpering. He could smell the lingering scent of sex all over his skin, eliciting another shiver down his spine.
Rang bit his lip, gritting his teeth. Each step caused more blood and come to seep from his insides, travelling down his thighs against his will. He held back a cry with a hand to his mouth, struggling to reach the door, stopping momentarily only to steady himself. He’d fucked up and only had himself to blame for this. It would be just another experience to stab at his heart and remind him just how much he hated himself and what his life had become.
Rang left the gumiho’s domicile with the intention of forgetting the events that transpired tonight. Yeon would assume this was all a dream, and be none the wiser. Rang would move on with his life, carrying the memories, whist his brother continued to deteriorate in his mindless bliss.
Little did Rang realise that he’d taken a piece of his brother with him; something that would soon turn into a disease he’d be unable to cure.