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Thirst for Blood - Chapter 5

Fandom: EXO

Rating: Explicit

Characters: Baekhyun, Chanyeol, Original Characters, and EXO members.

Pairings: Baekhyun/Chanyeol but expect polyamory.

Status: Incomplete (work-in-progress)

Summary:  When the males of Seoul’s most affluent families reach the age of twenty-one, they are expected to compete in the Elyxion games. Only those who have dealt with the devil are aware of these games. The annual Elyxion games are upon us once again and as is tradition, the time for Byun Baekhyun to compete has finally arrived.

One (AO3/AFF) | Two (AO3/AFF) | Three (AO3/AFF) | Four (AO3/AFF)

Chapter Five: Parallels (AO3/AFF)

The murmurs of chatter and the sound of metal chains thrashing against steel flowed into one of Baekhyun’s ears and out the other. These voices belonged to men he had never met before. They were talking about something—something he couldn’t quite make out. They were too quiet, speaking in a dialect too difficult to understand.

Those voices, who are they?

Baekhyun tried to open his eyes but they wouldn’t budge. It was like his body was frozen in some sort of paralysis. His arms felt too heavy to lift or move. His tongue felt like a piece of sandpaper and there was nothing he could do to fix it.

What’s happening to me?

He tried opening his mouth once again, but it remained sealed shut. He wanted to yell at the people who were holding him hostage in the back of some sort of van. He wanted to scream at them when they began to laugh. What were they laughing at? He hadn’t a clue. All he knew was that he wanted—no, he needed to get out of there. But how was he going to manage that when he couldn’t lift an eyelash?

His curiosity was beginning to get to him. He mustered up all the concentration within him and tried to open his eyes again. To no one’s surprise, least of all his own, it didn’t work.

Was this it? Was this the end?

In an instant, everything stopped moving. The chains stopped thrashing against the steel and the hum of the vehicle disappeared. Not long afterwards, two car doors slammed shut and heavy footsteps followed outside. The sound of a padlock being unlocked was followed by a gust of icy, cold air entering the doorway of the van.

“Time to get out,” a gruff voice said as two calloused hands gripped his shoulders and dragged him out of the van, throwing him onto the cold ground.

The moment his body landed on the filthy pavement, a sharp intake of air filled his lungs. His eyes flew open but before he could move or register anything, another body was thrown on top of him. Too weak to do anything, Baekhyun focussed his attention on his short, shallow breaths.

“Only these two for this stop?” a hushed voice asked.

“Yep, we only have a few stops left after this one,” the other man replied.

The door slammed shut and their footsteps grew faint until they disappeared altogether. The rumble of the van started up again and no more than a minute later, Baekhyun was all alone with a complete stranger on top of him.

“Get the fuck off me,” he grunted as he wiggled underneath the stranger until they rolled off. Baekhyun sat up and looked around him. The sky was bleak, and it was absolutely freezing. The temperature had to be in the negatives.

Behind him was a brick wall with graffiti tags sprawled all across it and directly in front of him, he could see a glimpse of the road. Not only did they dump him in the middle of fucking nowhere but they had to dump him in an alleyway with two dumpsters that smelled like they were housing dead bodies.

This was absolutely perfect.

Not.

Baekhyun watched as the boy, who was only on top of him a few minutes ago, struggled to get onto his feet and walk along the alleyway toward the road with a hand on the wall, holding himself up. They’d both been drugged in their sleep and brought here—that much was clear.

With a deep sigh, Baekhyun carefully picked himself up and dragged his feet along the concrete until he reached the end of the alleyway, looking onto the road. Now that he was closer, he looked at the boy beside him and realised he hadn’t met him before. But there was no mistake that he was in the exact same situation as Baekhyun was—son to a wealthy family of the underbelly.

“Where the hell are we?” Baekhyun mumbled under his breath. It was a rhetorical question because he knew the boy hadn’t a clue either.

“I can’t read the sign over there without my glasses on,” the boy answered, pointing his index finger at the street sign across the road.

Baekhyun squinted his eyes slightly, trying to read the sign. If he knew what street they’d been dumped in then, he might have a chance of making his way to a place he knew well.

Se—

Seol—

Seolleu—

The piercing sound of a bullet cracked through the air and the boy who had been standing right next to him fell face-first onto the hard-concrete ground. With eyes as wide as saucers, Baekhyun slowly looked at the body whose head was slowly seeping with blood. The sight of blood was the least of Baekhyun’s concerns. He wasn’t a stranger to it after all.

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Thirst for Blood - Chapter 4

Fandom: EXO

Rating: Explicit

Characters: Baekhyun, Chanyeol, Original Characters, and EXO members.

Pairings: Baekhyun/Chanyeol but expect polyamory.

Status: Incomplete (work-in-progress)

Summary:  When the males of Seoul’s most affluent families reach the age of twenty-one, they are expected to compete in the Elyxion games. Only those who have dealt with the devil are aware of these games. The annual Elyxion games are upon us once again and as is tradition, the time for Byun Baekhyun to compete has finally arrived.

One (AO3/AFF) | Two (AO3/AFF) | Three (AO3/AFF)

Chapter 4: Family Affair (AO3/AFF)

Looking down on the streets of Seoul, people seemed so small. They looked like tiny ants shuffling from one end of the road to the other. They truly did seem like a spec of stardust that could vanish within a second. People were so insignificant in the scheme of things. Whatever made them anxious and whatever brought them happiness meant nothing at the end of the day. But even knowing that they still went to work each day, they still paid their bills on time, and they still followed the laws of the land created by specs of stardust that existed decades ago. For all his life, Baekhyun just couldn’t understand their way of life.

Perhaps, it was because he’d grown up differently to most people. His life was, by no means, normal. Being the son of one of the most influential men in Asia was a pretty big deal, and normalcy was a luxury that not even their dirty money could buy. However, there was a slight difference in his influence. It wasn’t exactly what one would call legal – actually, people with a sound mind found it disgusting and unforgiving. To say the least, sex trafficking wasn’t looked upon lightly by other people. Just by association, Baekhyun was ostracised from various groups. It wasn’t easy growing up.

An image of Ohara Minami standing in his father’s cell flashed through his mind. She’d been on his mind all the time as of late. He couldn’t understand how or why she was captured by his father’s men. If she was anything like her sister had been, she would’ve been able to fight them off. He quickly dismissed that thought because, after their brief encounter the other day, it was clear that Minami lacked something. Only time would tell what she lacked, but in a game of life or death, it was apparent she wouldn’t belong. She was going to be used, killed, and tossed aside for the dogs to eat. Contrary to what his father had said Minami wouldn’t be an asset to Baekhyun. He would be an asset to her.

There were three loud knocks on the door of his bedroom. They didn’t startle him in the slightest – he’d been expecting them. He knew he was late to dinner and he also knew who his father would send to fetch him. Unmoving, Baekhyun didn’t say a word. Whoever wanted to speak to him pounded on the door again. They were louder this time – a sign of irritation. Perfect. That was just how he wanted him.

The door creaked open a tiny bit and a head popped through.

“Baekhyun,” the person bit out, “did you honestly forget about dinner?”

He kept his eyes trained on the streets of Seoul and lifted his glass in the glass.

“I’m in need of a refill, Chanyeol.”

The frown lines on Chanyeol’s face deepened. He thought about whether entering Baekhyun’s trap would be worthwhile for a couple of seconds and then pushed the door wide open. He didn’t forget to fasten the lock as he walked in.

Chanyeol made his way to the mini bar that was inundated with expensive alcohol. He picked up a glass off the top shelf and picked up Baekhyun’s most luxurious whiskey. As he poured a bit into his glass, and then Baekhyun’s glass, Baekhyun hadn’t said a word. Right off the bat, he knew something was wrong because Byun Baekhyun always had something to say.

“So, the games are tomorrow,” Chanyeol mumbled, trying to fill the awkward air between them. The Games was the elephant in the room, and they rarely spoke about it because it was against the rules to work with another participant. That made Chanyeol even more nervous, but Baekhyun never conveyed such emotion. “Are you scared?”

Baekhyun scoffed at the mere suggestion. “Why on earth would you think that?”

He gave him a half-shrug even though Baekhyun wasn’t looking in his direction at all. “Well, you’re not acting like . . . like you,” he finished off lamely. He didn’t want to say the truth aloud.

Baekhyun tossed his head toward Chanyeol, his eyes lowered a bit. “You’re telling me that you’d rather be strapped to my bed knowing that my sister is only a couple of rooms away?” He jerked his finger over to the king-sized bed behind him. “Surely, we can have a conversation without my cock in your mouth.”

Chanyeol pressed his lips into a thin line and nodded. That was exactly what he didn’t want to say aloud. He was worried something might hear them, worried that someone had a mic on them. But even so, he didn’t expect anything less from Baekhyun. That man had no filter.

“Let’s just cut the chase then,” Chanyeol said. “What’s wrong with you? You’re hiding something from me.”

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Thirst for Blood - Chapter 3

Fandom: EXO

Rating: Explicit

Characters: Baekhyun, Chanyeol, Original Characters, and EXO members.

Pairings: Baekhyun/Chanyeol but expect polyamory.

Status: Incomplete (work-in-progress)

Summary:  When the males of Seoul’s most affluent families reach the age of twenty-one, they are expected to compete in the Elyxion games. Only those who have dealt with the devil are aware of these games. The annual Elyxion games are upon us once again and as is tradition, the time for Byun Baekhyun to compete has finally arrived.

One (AO3/AFF) | Two (AO3/AFF)

Chapter Three: A Lethal Arrangement (AO3/AFF)

1 ½ Years Ago

Baekhyun’s head pounded with every beat that came out of the loudspeakers. He hadn’t touched alcohol in two days but the instant he entered the nightclub, he had a headache. He knew he should’ve bailed the moment he received the invitation but not attending was out of the question. Every action and inaction a person did had a consequence, and he did not want to face the wrath of Kim Jongdae when he found out he didn’t go to his birthday party.

His eyes scanned the area in front of him, trying to see if any of his friends had arrived yet but he couldn’t see fucking shit. The entire room was practically pitch black except for the stream of light that occasionally flashed in his direction. If he kept his eyes opened any longer, he was going to have an epileptic episode right there on the dance floor.

On the opposite side of the club, there was a long bar with three bartenders behind it. On the right side, there were a set of stairs leading up to the second floor. Tilting his head upwards, he squinted his eyes to survey the floor above. He could spot various booths situated along the balcony which were already occupied by parties. There were also a few circular platforms where the strippers stripped and danced around the pole under a colourful strobe light. There was only one thing this club was missing: his friends. How fucking typical.

Throwing in the towel after one whole minute of looking, he decided to turn around and head straight out the door. He’d already done his years of clubbing and these days, it was more of a chore than anything else. He much preferred having little ‘parties’ at his own apartment. Jongdae, on the other hand, practically lived at nightclubs. If you asked him, he would call them his second home.

He ran his fingers through his hair from the hundredth time that evening and huffed. He probably should check the VIP booths upstairs before leaving. Realistically, he should’ve checked those first because that was the only place they’d ever sit in a club like this. Baekhyun crossed the dancefloor as quickly as possible. After only being groped twice, he walked up the stairs that led to the second floor.

The moment he reached the top of the stairs, his eyes landed on a few familiar faces. Some of the other people who were also invited to the party had already arrived and were fully enjoying the services provided by the dancers he’d grown to know over the years. But his focus wasn’t on them. No– it was on one person.

Sitting there, huddled into Chanyeol’s arm was his fucking sister.

Like a predator seeking its prey, Chanyeol’s gaze found Baekhyun’s before anyone else had even noticed him. A smirk popped up on Chanyeol’s mouth as he pulled Jihyun even closer to his body.

“Son of a bitch,” Baekhyun muttered under his breath as he took long strides toward the booth.

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Thirst for Blood - Chapter 2

Fandom: EXO

Rating: Explicit

Characters: Baekhyun, Chanyeol, Original Characters, and EXO members.

Pairings: Baekhyun/Chanyeol but expect polyamory.

Status: Incomplete (work-in-progress)

Summary:  When the males of Seoul’s most affluent families reach the age of twenty-one, they are expected to compete in the Elyxion games. Only those who have dealt with the devil are aware of these games. The annual Elyxion games are upon us once again and as is tradition, the time for Byun Baekhyun to compete has finally arrived.

Chapter One: Secret Meeting (AO3/AFF)

Chapter Two: Monster

Baekhyun stormed out of the kitchen and down the elaborate hallway that led to the east wing of the house. This house wasn’t his home anymore. He may have spent his childhood here, growing up with his sister among several nannies. But he wouldn’t call it his home. It felt more like a hotel in a foreign country than a place where his immediate family resided. Nothing would ever change that.

These days, he didn’t come to his father’s house often unless he was summoned by the man himself. In the past, Baekhyun would stop by on the weekends to catch up with his little sister but he stopped doing that two years ago. And there were plenty of reasons for this. For starters, he didn’t want precious, little Jihyun to see him on a bender week after week. Another reason being: the house was that fucking big that walking to the kitchen from his allocated bedroom constituted a workout in itself.

Oh, and she also started dating Chanyeol two years ago.

Taking a sharp turn around the corner, Baekhyun released the breath of air he was holding in. Seeing his father was one of his least favourite things to do and that said a lot because he hated a lot of things. If he had to pick between seeing his father or ripping his own nails off, he’d choose the latter. Unfortunately for him, he didn’t have a choice. He never did and he never will. That’s just how their family worked.

The shocked expressions on the servant's faces as he walked past them told him that they weren’t expecting him today. He wasn’t surprised in the slightest. Baekhyun didn’t even know he was going to be paying a visit to his father until 8:00 that morning when his father’s butler called and invited him over. It had to be an important matter for such a late notice. Actually, it had to be important because the last time they met up for anything was when his father signed the entire payment for Baekhyun’s own apartment three years ago.

Luckily for Baekhyun, his presence was enough for the servants to shut up and do their own thing. He could feel their eyes on him but that didn’t irritate him as much as their constant chatter and squealing. He’d heard enough of that from his sister and unlike his sister, he wouldn’t hesitate to snap their necks if they did the same.

As he neared the end of the hallway, a lone figure stood in his path. He squinted his eyes, trying to make out who dared to stand in his path. As recognition came over him, Baekhyun unclenched his fists and smiled.

“It’s lovely to see you once again, Baekhyun,” the man said in a fatherly tone. “It has been too long.”

Baekhyun’s gaze dropped down the man as he took in every feature. From the wrinkles on his face to the scars on his hands, nothing about him had changed since the last time he’d seen him and that was over three years ago.

Lee Minsuk was his name and not only did he practically raise Baekhyun and Jihyun from the moment they came into the world, but he was also his father’s right-hand man. He was more than a father to Baekhyun than his actual father had ever been and for that alone, Baekhyun held nothing but respect for the man. Because let’s face it, Baekhyun was no angel and the man before him was a goddamn saint who put up with him for 15 years.

“You know you’re always welcome at my apartment,” Baekhyun said as he extended his hand.

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Thirst for Blood - Chapter 1

Fandom: EXO

Rating: Explicit

Characters: Baekhyun, Chanyeol, Original Characters, and EXO members.

Pairings: Baekhyun/Chanyeol but expect polyamory.

Status: Incomplete (work-in-progress)

Summary:  When the males of Seoul’s most affluent families reach the age of twenty-one, they are expected to compete in the Elyxion games. Only those who have dealt with the devil are aware of these games. The annual Elyxion games are upon us once again and as is tradition, the time for Byun Baekhyun to compete has finally arrived.

Chapter One: Secret Meeting

Tragedy doesn’t discriminate by age or by wealth. Baekhyun learned that the hard way when he found his mother’s lifeless eyes staring straight into his soul ten years ago. When tragedy strikes, it doesn’t care if there are things left unsaid or issues unresolved. It most certainly doesn’t give a fuck if you’ve been too much of a pussy to face the hard facts of life in order to move past the pain and get over it.

Time becomes irrelevant when tragedy occurs. It’s a luxury that is too often ignored. Something you’ve more than likely wasted and don’t realise until it’s too late. It wasn’t until Baekhyun was leaning against the countertop in a pantry larger than the size of a modest apartment, waiting for him when he realised this. Their time was coming. It was coming real soon.

The large, wooden door of the pantry creaked open and Baekhyun’s head whipped around to watch the dark figure slide in. He came after all. Albeit, late but he came.

“Were you waiting for long?” he asked as a small smirk graced his lips.

Baekhyun wanted to wipe that smirk off his face with a fist right there and then but he couldn’t. For more reasons than one but the most important one being, he loved those lips. So instead, he shrugged. He had been waiting long enough to contemplate the meaning of his life, but he wasn’t going to say that aloud. Not to him. A sign of weakness would be bad for him – especially, with the games being so soon.

Two strong arms appeared on either side of Baekhyun’s body, palms leaning on the wooden countertop behind him. A broad chest, only inches away from his own, exuded warmth that mingled with his own and set his senses ablaze.

“If I wanted moody, I would’ve stayed with your sister,” he whispered so closely that his breath tickled the thin skin of his ear.

As his pearly white teeth approached Baekhyun’s ear to latch on, Baekhyun turned his head and looked at the door.

“How is my little sister these days?”

Baekhyun could feel his eyes staring at him and after a few seconds, the warmth that he felt left him and a deep chuckle filled the room. He folded his arms across his chest and flicked his hair away from his eyes.

“Fine,” he replied. “But I didn’t come all this way to talk about your sister.”

“And I didn’t tell you to meet me here at 10:30 only for you to arrive 40 minutes late with the scent of my sister’s fucking cum all over you, Chanyeol,” Baekhyun spat.

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