silasignite

Title: Uninvited
Pairing: HenHae, one-sided SiRy
Rating: NC-17





I waited for the pain to rip through my back. I waited for the bullet that had pierced me, to make itself known. But I felt nothing.
 
There was no pain; there was no agony. I felt nothing.
 
I heard nothing.
 
There were no sounds except Donghae's breathing in my ear. I slowly uncurled my fingers from Donghae's shirt and lifted my head from his neck. I turned my head to look behind me.
 
"Donghae, what--?" I didn't get to finish because Donghae's hand on my hair pulled my head back around to face him.
 
"No," Donghae said into my ear, "You've already seen one mutilated body... I don't want you to see another," he said. Two scenes played in my head, one a memory, and the other a figment of my imagination.
 
"He... he...?" I muttered.
 
"... shot himself," Donghae finished for me.
 
"Oh..." I whispered, and I felt my stomach curl. I slowly turned around and looked at the dead body on the floor. The red blood was oozing into the grey carpet, creating a steadily growing puddle. Siwon's head had fallen behind the couch and I couldn't see anything other than his lower body, and the gun, which had slipped out of his hand and onto the floor.
 
I felt my stomach clench painfully and I tore my eyes away from the bloody scene.
 
"Wh-what do we do now?" I whispered, looking up at Donghae's face. Donghae's eyes were trained Siwon behind me, and he licked his lips and swallowed.
 
"I'm going to call the police," Donghae murmured and I gripped his arms hard, causing him to look at me.
 
"Is that a good idea?" I asked. Donghae searched my eyes for a moment before he looked back at the dead body.
 
"We don't have another choice," he said, and moved to walk away from me. I turned to look at Siwon's body again and my eyes rested on the puddle of blood again. I took a few steps closer to the body, and in the back of my mind I heard Donghae's voice speaking.
 
I inched closer to the body and peeked around the couch.
 
"Oh my God..." I whimpered as I took in the bloody sight before me.
 
I wrenched my eyes away and turned around. I wrapped my arms around my stomach, trying to will away the image of what I had just seen. I tried taking deep breaths to settle my upset stomach, but it wasn't helping.
 
Donghae came up to me and wrapped his arms around my shoulders. His strong, muscled arms held me close as I rested my head on his collarbone.
 
"C'mon," he said to me, "the police will be here soon," he said and led me around Siwon's dead body and we walked out the front door. Donghae and I stood on our front lawn in the cold, his arms around me. The nighttime street was quiet; all of the other houses were dark.
 
I felt about ready to collapse from exhaustion, but at the same time I felt wired, like I had stayed up all night and then downed a few energy drinks. My body hurt, and I was shivering from the cold. The orange juice and bread Donghae force-fed me was threatening to come up from my stomach; and I didn't want to stay still, but at the same time, I needed to lie down.
 
I felt disgusting in my own skin, and everything around me seemed like it could fall away at any second.
 
Donghae was no exception.
 
His arms were wrapped securely around me, and I felt his thumbs rubbing my back comfortingly, and I felt his warm breath pass over my ear.  But I felt like at any moment, he could let go, and I'd turn around, and he'd be gone. Like he had never been there at all, and I would be standing on my front lawn alone.
 
I gripped the hem of Donghae's jacket for support.
 
The police cars arrived, their lights flashing, and the commotion caused our neighbors to come out of their houses as well, wearing bathrobes and pajamas; everyone standing on the sidewalks looking on at the scene. Policemen and detectives entered our house and I just stood there and watched. One of the policemen ran up to us as well.
 
"Are you two the owners of this house?" he asked. Donghae took over. I didn't even want to talk. I just wanted to curl up in my bed with my lover and not wake up 'til next week.
 
"Is he going to be okay?" the policeman asked Donghae, and I looked up at him.
 
"He's going be fine," Donghae responded, "he's just in shock."
 
"We want to know what happened here," the officer said. I looked up at Donghae and he glanced down at me.
 
"I too would like to know what happened," he murmured to me. I saw the reassurance in his eyes and I sniffed.
 
"Can you tell us what happened, son?" the policeman asked. Donghae's fingers squeezed my hand and I cleared my throat.
 
"L-last Friday, I was supposed to go to this college party with Siwon--"
 
"Siwon is the name of the dead boy inside?" he asked. I nodded slowly.
 
"He and I go to Berkeley together, and we were going to this party--"
 
"So Siwon was your friend?" he asked.
 
"Will you let him finish?" Donghae snapped, "He doesn't want to relive this just yet, and you’re making him uncomfortable," Donghae said and I placed a hand on my boyfriend’s shoulder. I took a deep breath, my stomach flipping again.
 
"Siwon...was my friend..." I said, "He lives in that house over there, across the street," I said and pointed to Siwon's house. The policeman ordered some of his men to go over to the house to check it out.
 
"We were going to this party," I repeated slowly, "and sometime in the night, he slipped roofies into my drink while I was in the bathroom, and I woke up naked in bed next to him. At his house," I took a deep breath, my stomach threatening to empty itself.
 
"I knew by the feeling in my body that I had been raped, and I ran home, and when I got inside, Do-- Aiden and I got in an argument, because I had hickeys all over me, and I was shirtless, and I had been out all night. We fought, and he left the house," I said.
 
"You're Aiden, right?" the policeman asked and turned to Donghae, "Where did you go?" he asked.
 
"I drove in one direction for a really long time to sort out my thoughts, and after I got over my anger, I came back to get some answers. It was three days later, just an hour ago, actually," Donghae said.
 
"What happened in those three days?" the man asked me.
 
"I-I was home and then Siwon came and he told me he loved me and I tried to turn him down nicely. But he drugged me a second time before telling me that he had drugged and raped me the night before. I grabbed a knife to protect myself because he was advancing on me, and I ran to the hall bathroom and locked myself in it."
 
I took a few deep breaths before continuing.
 
"I was barricaded in the bathroom for three days until Aiden came home, and made Siwon leave," I said, "He got me to come out of the bathroom. I have been drinking sink water for the last three days and so he made me eat bread and juice," I said and took another deep breath, "Aiden and I were talking about what happened when Siwon came back into our house holding the gun," I said.
 
"Where did he get the gun?" the policeman asked. I shook my head.
 
"I don't know," I answered, "he was holding the gun, and I was standing between him and Aiden, because Siwon was threatening to kill him, and Siwon kept telling me that he loved me and that he could save me if I would be with him," I murmured, "He was insane, and when I refused to step out of the way, so he could shoot Aiden, he shot himself," I said, “in the head."
 
As I finished, another policeman walked up to us with some notebooks in his hands.
 
"Is your name Henry Lau?" he asked. I nodded, and he continued, "You might want to take a look at these then. We found them in Siwon's house," he said. Donghae reached forward for one of the books and opened it. He flipped through the pages and I felt my stomach churn again.
 
"September seventh. 9:47 AM. Henry is wearing his Muppets hat and dickie shorts. September eighth. 9:53. Henry was running a little late today. He was wearing skinny jeans and a jacket, no hat today..." Donghae read aloud, "... He was stalking you," Donghae said. I raised my hand to my mouth. My stomach flipped again.
 
"Oh my god..." I mumbled.
 
"The journals date all the way back to mid-2010. We also found a bunch of pictures of you, Henry, and a pair of binoculars on his desk. He's been watching you for a while now it seems," the policeman said.
 
With that piece of information I ripped myself away from Donghae's arm and stumbled in the direction of the bushes, where I threw up everything in my stomach. Donghae came over to me and placed a hand on my back, asking me if I was okay. When I could throw up nothing more, I stood back up and tipped my head up towards the night sky, taking in a much needed minute to breathe.
 
Siwon was insane. Clinically insane.
 
That made a lot of sense.
 
I felt Donghae's hand massaging the back of my neck, and I turned and wrapped my arms around him, trying not to cry. Donghae pulled me away from the bushes where I had vomited, and the policeman came back over to us.
 
"Do you have a place to stay for the next couple nights or so?" he asked us. I shook my head, and he continued, "Okay, I'll call a hotel for you and get you two a room for the next few nights. You're house is going to be quarantined for a while, while detectives check out the scene. We're also going to have the carpets deep cleaned," he said, "If there's anything from the house that you need, clothes, cell phones, please go get them now," he said.
 
Donghae let go of me, to go into the house and panic shocked my body. I grabbed his arm.
 
"No!" I said and Donghae turned around to coax me to let him go, but I didn't let him start, "You can't leave me again!" I cried a little. I saw Donghae's eyes darken with sadness and regret, and he put his hand on my arm.
 
"Henry, I'm just going to go get some clothes, I'll be right back," he said, "I want you to stay here, can you do that for me?" he asked. I hesitated, "I'll be right back," Donghae repeated and after a second, I slowly released his arm. Donghae moved to step away from me, and a thought struck through me and I grabbed him again.
 
"The box in the bathroom," I whispered to him, "Get the box in the hall bathroom for me?" I asked. Donghae pulled my hand off his arm and brought it to his lips.
 
"I'll get it," he answered, and he kissed my hand comfortingly, "I'll be back in a minute. Two minutes tops," he said before he let go of my hand and walked away from me. I watched him take the porch stairs two at a time and enter the house. I wrapped my arms around myself to get warm, keeping my eyes trained on the open door, where people were walking in and out. After a very long minute, Donghae walked out with a bag on his arm, and the box in his hands; some of my clothes on top of all the sacred items hidden at the bottom of the box.
 
Donghae jogged up to me and handed me my jacket. He told the policeman that he and I were leaving and he got directions to the hotel we would be staying at. Donghae led me to the car; he opened my door, put our stuff in the trunk, and got in next to me.
 
"Did you get everything?" I asked him, as he started the car. Donghae put the car in reverse and backed out of the driveway.
 
"Yes," he said as he switched to drive and drove down the street, "The letters, the articles, the recorder, the handcuffs, and the DVD are all under your clothes," he said and he grabbed my hand comfortingly while he drove.
 
There were a few moments of silence as he drove, holding my hand softly, and I stared out the windshield.
 
I was enjoying his hand in mine again and the comfortable feeling he gave me when he was near. I trusted him completely, but I wasn't sure if he trusted me yet.
 
"I would never cheat on you," I stated, breathing the silence, "you know that, right?" I asked him in a small voice. Donghae squeezed my hand.
 
"Henry," he started, "a half an hour ago, you jumped between me and a loaded gun," he said, "the willingness to give your life for someone is the ultimate show of love to me. I have seen the light leave someone's eyes. I have watched countless people die. I know more than most people how precious a life is to someone. And when you put your life on the line to spare someone else's, that shows how much devotion and love you have for them," he said, and he squeezed my hand tighter, "I know you would never give your life for anyone other than me," he said. I swallowed thickly.
 
"I don't want to give anything to anyone else," I said, "I'm yours."
 
"Yes, you are," Donghae said, "Mine until the day you die," he added and he raised my hand to his mouth so he could kiss my fingers.
 
I sighed into the seat yet I couldn't quite fully relax yet. We got to the hotel and got our stuff out from the back of the car. I noticed that there was dirt all over the trunk floor, but I didn't ask about it.
 
The hotel was rather on the nice side, but Donghae said the police would cover the expenses. The valet took our car, and the receptionist gave us our room key. Donghae and I rode the elevator to our floor and we got to our room.
 
The room was nice, with browns and greens. Donghae dropped our clothes off in the corner of the room and he handed me my pajama pants. I took off my shirt and pants and changed into the soft pajama bottoms, leaving myself shirtless. Donghae changed into pajamas as well, and pulled me onto the queen sized bed with him.
 
The TV was on, but neither one of us were watching, Donghae just wanted the background noise. Donghae was lying on his back and I was lying on top of him on my stomach, my head on his chest. We laid like that for a long while; Donghae's hands were massaging my scalp and my shoulders, as I listened to his rhythmic breathing and heart beat.
 
"Are you hungry?" he asked me.
 
"No," I replied. Donghae pushed my hair out of the way and he looked down at me.
 
"You have to eat something, Henry," he sighed, "I'm going to order room service, and you're going to choose something from the menu," he said.
 
I wasn't hungry at all, but I didn't want to argue, so I ordered some soup, and Donghae ordered something as well. The food came and Donghae made me sit at the little table in the corner of the room with him and eat.
 
I ate more than half of the soup. It tasted good, but I wasn't that hungry, and I didn't know if I would be able to hold it down or not. After we ate, Donghae curled up in bed with me again.
 
Donghae told me about what happened while he was gone, when he killed that homeless man, and how once he killed and tasted flesh again was he only able to think clearly about the whole Siwon situation. I smiled at the end of the story and Donghae stroked me cheek with his thumb.
 
"There's one of those smiles I like so much," he said, "I haven't seen one in a while," he added. I stared into his eyes for a moment, before I leaned up and kissed him.
 
My whole body unwound as his familiar lips met mine and I reached up to touch his face and hold him as we kissed. After a minute of slow kissing, I felt tears drip out of my eyes and I pulled myself away from him, only to burrow my head into his neck and start crying.
 
Donghae's soft words and shushes as he pulled me closer to him made me cry even harder.
 
"I missed you so much!" I cried over and over again.
 
"I'm not going anywhere, Henry," Donghae tried telling me, "I'm not leaving again," he said. I pulled myself away from him and stumbled over to his bag and my box in the corner. I opened his bag and started tearing through it, looking for something.
 
"What are you doing?" Donghae asked me, just as I found was looking for. I closed my fingers around the metal object and walked back to the bed. As I crawled up to Donghae again I pushed the pocketknife I had gotten from his bag into his hand.
 
Donghae stared down at the knife in his hand before he looked back up at me. I looked him in the eyes and took a deep, shaking breath.
 
"I want you to scar your name onto me," I said to him. Donghae's eyes flicked to the knife then back to me.
 
"Henry..." Donghae said and I shook my head.
 
"No," I stated, "I don't want what happened tonight to ever happen again. I don't want someone coming into our lives and shaking us like Siwon did. I want your name on my body, so you, and I, and everyone else in the world can see your name carved into my flesh, and see that I belong to you," I said, "I love you, Donghae. And I'm ready to be yours permanently, 'til the day I die." I said.
 
I saw Donghae's eyes flick back to the blade once more, then back up to me.
 
"Are you sure?" he asked.
 
"If you won't cut your name into me with that blade..." I said, "... I'll go down to a tattoo place tomorrow and ink your name into me."
 
I watched Donghae's eyes darken at the thought, and he gripped the blade in his hand, before pushing me back onto the bed.
 
"We'll need to put a towel down," he said and he got up off the bed and made his way to the bathroom, "we don't want you bleeding all over the bed sheets," he added. I heard the water running for a minute before Donghae came back into the main room with one of the fluffy hotel towels in his hand, the knife in the other. He came back to the bed, he laid the towel down and I laid down on my back, on top of it.
 
"I cleaned the knife while I was in there," Donghae added as he set the knife down and moved up to my face where he helped me get comfortable. With a pillow under my head, and Donghae slowly rubbing my hipbone with his free hand, Donghae kissed me slowly again and I let my eyes slip closed as I melted into the kiss. Donghae pulled back after a minute he slowly kissed down my neck.
 
The slow, pleasing plucks of his lips as he trailed down my chest and stomach to my hip were exciting to me. I looked down and I saw Donghae lower the waistband of my pajama pants before he grasped the knife in his hand again. His eyes flicked up to mine.
 
"How do you want me to do this?" he asked, "My initials 'LDH', or 'DH', or my whole name?" he whispered, "In Korean or English?" he asked. I swallowed.
 
"There's already a small line there from the first time we tried to do this," I said, "Use it to make an 'L'. 'Lee Donghae' in English," I said. Donghae nodded and he kissed my hipbone lightly.
 
"It's going to hurt," Donghae warned me.
 
"I know," I answered, and I moved my hands up to grip the pillow behind my head. There was a few moments pause.
 
"I'm going to start," Donghae warned me, and I nodded.
 
The first cut of the sharp blade hurt a lot, but I was prepared and after the fourth cut or so, I stopped feeling it. Donghae kept stopping periodically to lick away some of the blood from my hip. I saw his muscles tense and relax as his tongue dipped into the bloody mess on my hip again and again and I gripped the pillow hard.
 
After a minute or so, Donghae's deep, dark chuckle broke the silence.
 
"You're getting hard," he drawled out teasingly and I felt heat warm my cheeks at the thought.  Donghae moved my pajamas again, but this time he grabbed the cotton pants and my underwear and dragged them clear off my legs, leaving me naked to his gaze. He made a slow, long lick to my bleeding wound, and Donghae raised the knife again.
 
I felt the pain as he started to slice me again, but I stopped reacting to it with small whimpers, instead I just took it like a man and allowed Donghae to mark me.
 
I watched his shoulders rise and fall with his breath, and I watched the rapture in his eyes as he finally did what he wanted to do to me for four years. Donghae raised his head to meet mine after a minute and we locked eyes. Donghae teasingly licked the bloody tip of the switchblade before he closed it and tossed it aside.
 
I felt his hand move to my hard member and I moaned softly at the contact. I let my head fall back onto the pillows as Donghae softly licked my bleeding cut, and lightly stroked my shaft. He stilled his movements after a moment and Donghae raised his head to look at me. I stared down at him; his eyes were blazing with lust and hunger. I swallowed and let my gaze fall to my hip.
 
The area was pink, and the wounds were a striking red, most of the cut was already clotting and I could easily read 'Lee Donghae' etched into my hip.
 
I will forever have his name written on me. I now have a scar that proves that he is mine and that I am his. This beautiful bloody wound that will now bind me to him forever.
 
 Donghae shifted and I looked at him. He crouched over me and raised his head so he could kiss me again. The kiss was heated and forceful on Donghae's part, and I submitted to him willfully.
 
In no time, Donghae was as naked as I was and he was sucking on my neck as I dug my fingernails into his back.
 
"Do we have lube?" I whispered to him and Donghae moaned softly into my ear.
 
"It's in my bag," he purred. I pushed him off me and I sat up, ready to go over and get the lube. Donghae pushed me back onto the bed, and he got up and got the small bottle of lube himself. He returned to the bed and I moaned as he locked eyes with me and pulled me to sit up in the bed with him.
 
One of his hands teased my hard shaft while the other gripped the back of my neck, pulling me in for a kiss. I blindly took the lube bottle, and poured some of it onto my hand, prepping Donghae's hard, thick cock. I broke the kiss after a minute and Donghae's deep breathing in my ear, as I softy jerked him, made me even hotter than I already was.
 
"I want to try a new position," Donghae spoke out. I swallowed.
 
"Be gentle, please," I whispered, "please?" I repeated, knowing Donghae could get very rough when he was in the mood. I felt Donghae kiss my shoulder.
 
"I'll be gentle," he promised and I sighed with contentment.
 
Donghae was lying on the bed on his back, and I was lying on my back on his chest. His legs were bent up, and so were mine; his shaft was buried in me and I was moaning softly as the two of us thrust together.
 
My head was falling over his shoulder, and my mouth was right at his ear. Donghae's hands were on my waist, holding me as we gyrated and moved together, as one.
 
It was a very comfortable, romantic position. With his arms around me, and my fingers intertwined with his. I was moaning softly in his ear, with every thrust as his cock brushed past my prostate with every movement.
 
I heard his soft whispers of my name in my ears and his hand moved to touch my shaft. He stroked me, fueling more fire inside me and I thrust against him faster. Donghae's grunts and my moans escalated and I knew we were both reaching our peaks.
 
I came first, and when I did, spilling my seed all over me, every muscle in my body clenched. Donghae let out a sultry groan as I tightened myself around him.
 
I melted into his broad form as I felt his hot semen filling me, and I let out a satisfied, tired sigh.
 
Instead of pulling out of me, Donghae rolled us both over and he spooned me, even though we were both very hot from the sex. I didn't complain; I wanted him all over me tonight. I never wanted to break the physical contact with me and we lay together as we caught our breaths.
 
I looked over at the clock and saw that it was past midnight. I snuggled into Donghae's embrace and brought our linked hands in front of my face, where I kissed his knuckles.
 
"Donghae?" I whispered, and Donghae moaned out a response, "It's the 5th," I said, "Happy anniversary," I mumbled. Donghae held me tighter in response.
 
"Happy anniversary, Beautiful," Donghae spoke into my ear. With that I fell asleep in his sticky embrace.
 
That night, I had no nightmares.
 
~
 
The article that was published in the newspaper a few days after that night with Donghae was very to the point. The article was on the front page of the newspaper and was titled:
 
Uninvited House Guest Drugs and Traps Neighbor
 
The article went on to explain the three days I was trapped in the bathroom, as well as Siwon's private life of stalking, mine and Donghae's fight, and how Siwon may or may not have been clinically insane.
 
Donghae suggested I should cut out the article and keep it, and it took me a few weeks to decide if I wanted to or not. In the end I did, and I placed the article in the box with all of Donghae's cannibal articles.
 
Donghae and I moved homes. Being in the hall bathroom, or standing in the living room freaked me out too much, and I was uncomfortable living there. Donghae and I got an apartment just outside the college and he and I have been living there for almost a month now.
 
I like the new apartment. It's a two-bedroom/one bath, and we're using the extra bedroom as an office. It's cozy, and the carpet is a lot like the carpet in my old apartment in Seoul. The one where Donghae and I first started out in together, when he was still just a killer, and I was just a high school boy.
 
The scar on my hip healed beautifully, and I always catch myself admiring it in the mirror, and I sometimes catch Donghae kissing it softly in the early morning when he thinks I'm not awake.
 
The small act of cherishment makes me smile, and there are days when I find myself thinking of him, and my heart will flutter. It's amazing how after four years, I still find myself blushing at the thought of him.
 
Donghae still goes through waves of possessive domination, and then he goes back to sweet, protective, and gentle. I don't think the waves will ever stop, and I don't want it to. I want the cycle of the killer and the lover to never end for us.
 
I still call him Aiden when we're in public, and he still calls me Beautiful when we're together.
 
I am still his rock, his peculiar creature, and his sense of humanity.
 
He is still the world beneath my feet. He is still the pillar that keeps my castle standing. He is still the sword I wield to defend myself.
 
He is still my everything.
 
And I never intend on losing him again.
 
~
 
'Home' was a word I used as a child. It meant warm food, and smiling faces; it meant relaxation, security, and familiarity.
 
When I moved away from my hometown to feed and satiate my deepest, darkest obsession, I lost that childlike home. When I met my rock, I found a home again. A home I called 'mine'. When I had to leave my rock for three years, to escape my deepest, darkest secret, I left my home, but I always knew where it was. When I found my rock again, after the three longest years of my life, I found my home once more.
 
When my faith in my home was shaken, we fixed the problem. When my rock needed me, I came to him. When Henry stepped in front of that gun for me, I knew he was still mine.
 
He is still my home and my rock. He is still the peculiar little creature I let live. He is still my connection humanity. He is still mine.
 
And I never intend on losing him again.
 
    ~ Fin ~