Smut chapter

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San checked on Hongjoong's passed-out frame, which no longer posed any danger while Wooyoung fetched his bag. When he passed Yunho, he jabbed a finger at the kitchen, the sole adjoining room with no other entrance. They hadn't secured that door, but it could be locked from the inside.

"You want to listen away for a while. I doubt we will be too loud, but I don't want to take things somewhere it might be dangerous," Wooyoung commented. He wanted to be nonchalant about it, but his cheeks heated. Even if it was barely visible in the dark, Yunho's smirk was raunchy.

"Oh? I'll tell the others not to bother you two. Don't let it get too late," Yunho advised.

Thankful for his support, Wooyoung threw him a wink. He marched ahead towards the kitchens and San followed, if with a ducked head. He wanted this, but it was clear to the entire group what they were up to. Mingi chuckled below his hat and Jongho didn't glance up, too busy gushing with Seonghwa about something the laptop created. Yeosang looked confused, but he was busy watching over Hongjoong, anyway.

Since none of them were ready to sleep just yet and the horrors of the slaughter scenes upstairs still chilled their bones, they didn't berate the two. Wooyoung gladly distracted himself with something else.

Wooyoung slipped through the swinging door and scanned the kitchen. Like the rest of this floor, it was barren of its contents. Some bowls and pots were left strewn about, but everything else was wiped blank. The researchers allowed no sickness to fester by leaving the place dirty. The skies were dark, so Wooyoung placed his lantern on the rack by the wall. It threw a pale shine across the steel countertops.

San locked the door behind him. His eyes swiped through the room, making sure the windows were high enough that no creatures would come bursting through. Magically, these were all intact, so their scent wouldn't leak outside.

Compared to their hasty fucks in dark, cramped spaces the last two times, this was a playground.

Wooyoung marched over to San and dropped his bag on the middle aisle in passing. The kitchen was spacious since many cooks once fed everyone in that hall out there. When Wooyoung wound his fingers around the collar of San's shirt to yank him closer, there were so many places to choose from.

"Hmm, this is nice," Wooyoung breathed against San's lips. "Our final step has to be a proper bed, but we are improving."

A beat passed, then San reached for his hips. His red eye seemed to glow in the light.

"One day," he chuckled. His fingers slipped under Wooyoung's jacket, skimming the bare skin between layers of fabric. The feeling of his bandages was rough against Wooyoung's flesh and as much as Wooyoung liked it, he liked San's bare skin more. Their lips melted into one while he reached to fiddle the knots of San's bandages open.

Safe in this space that was theirs for the night, they lost all thoughts about the fouls and everything that awaited them above. The wet sounds of their kisses echoed through the empty room and spurred Wooyoung. Soon, he relaxed against the familiar broadness of San's chest. The bandages came apart as he cheekily tugged on San's lower lip with his teeth, coaxing him to do more.

San walked them backward to trap Wooyoung against the counter, well aware of how much that made him squirm and mewl in the past. Today, however, Wooyoung needed to keep the upper hand. He hopped onto the platform behind him and San lifted him on instinct to help him. When Wooyoung's legs parted to receive his foul lover in between, the ridges of San's abs dragging against his middle made his breath stutter. With a moan, he tilted his head to the side of San's neck. Impatient fingers tugged the bandages out of the way as he kissed the scarred flesh. With a rumbled moan, San dug his fingers into Wooyoung's thighs to drag him closer. His legs naturally wrapped around San's waist so San could grind into him.

"Comfy?" Wooyoung panted as he shrugged off his jacket. San's fingers slid under his shirt right away, hiking it up to trace Wooyoung's rib cage and chest. When shrewd fingers caught onto his nipples to pinch and tug at them, Wooyoung's hips jerked forward in surprise. He dirtily dragged his growing bulge against San's stomach. His thighs trapped San in place and left him nowhere to go.

"Trying to figure out how to spare you the pain this time," San panted into his ear. Wooyoung tugged and yanked at him until the shirt came off and quickly unraveled the rest of the bandages. He lapped at San's chest and scraped his teeth over his scarred nipple in retaliation. San shuddered in response. He loomed over Wooyoung, making him feel trapped in place in the best way. The excitement of a chase wracked his spine, but it was so much better since he could trust in San.

"I found the way," Wooyoung replied cheekily. Looking up, he met San's curious stare in the haunting beam of light. He looked so scary in this polished place, so grotesque and monstrous. And fuck, it made Wooyoung throb in his pants.

"Seonghwa taught me," Wooyoung grinned. He reached over to his bag to bring forth the lube. A moment later, he pressed their bodies back together. Obsessed with the sight of his human skin against the bulging muscle covered in fungus, Wooyoung arched into that broad chest. San held him loosely, but Wooyoung could feel his interest poking against his thigh.

"It was a lack of wetness that hurt. If we take it slow and use plenty of this, we should be fine."

Awed, San nodded along. He extended his fingers.

"Shall I-"

Faster than San could grab the bottle from him, Wooyoung pressed it to his chest.

"Nope. I'm doing it this time. You just watch." Wooyoung wanted this to work, and he knew his body best. While he had never invaded that part of himself, he pieced together what he had to look out for after talking to Seonghwa.

When Wooyoung fell back to lie on the counter, San loomed over him. He blocked out the light and the patches and patterns of his fungus came to life with every movement of his muscular arms. He descended to kiss Wooyoung, eager to witness what he would do. Together, they wrestled Wooyoung's pants down his long legs. Once they dropped onto the floor, Wooyoung caught his breath. His mind spun from San's kisses. His heat and the weight bearing on Wooyoung's body were delicious, but he had to push San back to concentrate on uncapping the bottle. As Wooyoung squeezed its contents onto his fingers and smelled them curiously, San ran his scarred fingers down his twitching length. Wooyoung's thighs parted around him invitingly and he had to shuffle back from the press of San's crotch to access his entrance. Blindly, he felt for it until San guided his hand.

"Apparently I gotta make sure everything down there is slippery," Wooyoung muttered as he spread the cool gel. His heated back stuck to the metal of the countertop, but he was too immersed to care. He bit his lip when his legs trembled, so San held them open for him. The gaze from his eyes was intense. When he focused this hard on understanding how Wooyoung's body worked, a needy whine built in Wooyoung's chest.

Wooyoung dipped his first finger inside the same way San had done it last time. The clench of his body felt foreign, but it wasn't so bad. Feeling his own heat and the smoothness of his walls explained why San was so desperate to bury inside.

Heated, Wooyoung leaned his head back. He couldn't see from this angle, anyway, so he focused on relaxing. As he carefully probed into his body and spread the lube, his chest heaved with exertion. His arousal mostly wilted, not interested in the discomfort so close, but it would be worth it once he had San stirring up his insides.

"You look so good like this," San muttered. He traced his hand over Wooyoung's stomach and chest, exploring his quivering flanks. A moan came to his response and Wooyoung squirmed. He was impatient to get San inside, so it actually felt good, but he knew it would hurt again right now. Begrudgingly, he added a finger and opened himself up.

San unexpectedly reached for Wooyoung's dick and helped it back to life. Startled, Wooyoung bucked into his hand. He clenched around his sore knuckles, but this was something. As the blood pumped faster, it liked the friction below.

"Ah-" Wooyoung brought out when he tried to comment on his approval. Embarrassed, he turned his head away when San snickered at him. Looming above his freakish look, Wooyoung insides throbbed at the idea of feeling him closer.

"Asshole," Wooyoung called him, but he freed his slick hand a moment later to yank San down to him. They shared a heated kiss and San was delighted to find Wooyoung so needy. As he swiped his tongue over Wooyoung's teeth and fumbled with his pants, their greed for each other hurried their hasty hands in the dark.

San's bare tip nudged into Wooyoung's thigh. He was painfully hard from the show even when he pretended to be nonchalant. Once he slicked up his hand once more, Wooyoung reached for him with a punitive grip. San choked on his moan and Wooyoung's tongue in his mouth.

"There, now it should work," Wooyoung muttered as they pulled apart. He flicked his tongue out to part the spit connecting them. Nervously, he held on to San's broad shoulders as he looked down between them. A cautious hand nudged San against Wooyoung's hole.

"Tell me when it hurts. Or just shove me off," San pleaded. The look in his eyes was wild and Wooyoung shared it. They were feeling crazy tonight, deliriously alive after witnessing so much death.

"Try," Wooyoung offered, breathless. San's muscles rippled under his fingers when he pressed in.

This time, the stretch was much more pleasant. San eased past the tight ring of muscles and burrowed into Wooyoung's heat. Though sweat pearled on Wooyoung's neck and his fingers dug into San's skin, this was bearable. Only when he went deeper and an uncomfortable pang shot through Wooyoung's back, his fingers cramped. Instantly, San froze, ready to pull out.

"Slow from here," Wooyoung pleaded. He breathed and nodded after a moment. A triumphant grin spread across San's lips, showing off his dimples.

"I can finally be your first, hm?" He smirked as he turned his head to kiss Wooyoung's tense arm. Slapping at him in retaliation, Wooyoung waited until his body adjusted to the feeling. San's heat seemed to melt them together inside and seeing his scarred and discolored flesh disappear into his body drove Wooyoung insane.

"Cocky bastard," he hissed at San, but ended in a punched-out groan when San rolled his hips into him. He didn't force his way in, leaving it to the natural give of Wooyoung's body. Soon, Wooyoung's legs wrapped around him again, confident that he wouldn't hurt. His fingers clutched to San's arms that pinned his waist, making him feel so scrawny in comparison.

"Fine, go ahead," Wooyoung moaned to play down how badly he wanted it. Finally, San thrust in earnest, and Wooyoung's mewl bounced off the walls.

It felt good, so good. The drag was hot, and it tickled some special spots that made Wooyoung's length leak over his stomach. But even better was the knowledge that this was San. San's weird body that became one with Wooyoung and he liked it so much, had such an unhealthy obsession with the part of San that wasn't human.

"Feel good?" San made sure as he grabbed Wooyoung tighter. His hips snapped with earnest and all those muscles came in handy as he pinned Wooyoung below to invade his body. Every jab brought him a bit deeper, but it felt so good. Wooyoung arched against the sticky counter top and his hand flew down to move along his straining hardness.

"More," Wooyoung moaned and was rewarded instantly when San smacked his hips against his ass, making it jiggle as his thrusts burrowed rougher. Eyes rolling back, Wooyoung lay below him, open to the slick and pleasant slide.

"Faster or deeper?" San panted and his dark hair fell into his eyes that watched Wooyoung like a coyote eyeing its prey. Whimpering, Wooyoung tried to stifle his noises in his free hand. San hacked apart his breathing and Wooyoung gasped for air, but he never wanted him to stop.

"Ngh- Both. Faster. Deeper," Wooyoung babbled, making no sense as San fucked into him. He was stupidly strong and had stupidly more stamina than Wooyoung, who was already so overwhelmed that they could properly become one this time. San packed his legs, leaning them over his shoulders to kiss the scar running down Wooyoung's calf. The change of angle knocked him right into the best spot and Wooyoung's back curved in surprise. White took over his senses and suddenly, he tumbled right towards his unexpected orgasm.

"Wait!" He called out, hands flying down to grasp at himself and hold back, but San was too eager to see him unravel. Tears pooled in Wooyoung's eyes when it was so much better than he thought. San hammered at him until Wooyoung wanted to squirm away or cry, but when everything became too much, he unraveled.

"San, San," he pleaded in a litany, voice high and whiny as he wound himself on San's dick. The raider's smirk was toothy and Wooyoung needed it so badly.

"Bite," he begged, needing the last kick as San abused his spot without abandon. "Bite my neck, please."

Sober San might have questioned the plea, but in this state, he didn't. He leaned in, bending Wooyoung in half to hold him down with a hand on top of his head. With nowhere to move, Wooyoung thrashed in his hold until San dug his blunt teeth into the juncture of his neck and shoulder.

Wooyoung's cry sounded through the room as he clamped down on the flesh spreading him open. Harmless pain erupted from the superficial dig of San's teeth and intensified Wooyoung's descent straight into madness. His cum splattered over his stomach and Wooyoung spasmed, sight going black for a beat.

San's heat never left, and he held back while Wooyoung hung in limbo. Hot and throbbing, his body clenched around the delightful hardness of the other raider.

Once Wooyoung blearily blinked up at San, smug pride glowed on his features. His brows knitted together, announcing he was close, so Wooyoung invited him to use his body as he milked the leftover droplets from himself. San's thrusts rocked him over the counter, and Wooyoung lolled in satisfaction.

"You wanna come inside? I'm curious how it feels," Wooyoung rasped, voice strained from all his noises.

San's surprised chuckle ended with a grunt. Burrowing deeper was his answer and a moment later, he trembled, big body hunching as he yanked Wooyoung down on him as far as he could go. Startling when he bulged through his stomach, Wooyoung stifled his cry in his hand, too scared to break something if he wriggled his hips in response.

But everything was fine. San's heat filled him and it didn't hurt. It added to their mess and Wooyoung ran his fingers along his swollen entrance in awe. He felt dirty for being so wet and open for San, but at the same time, arousal stirred in his stomach at the feeling.

San braced his arms left and right of Wooyoung on the counter to catch his breath. He stared down at him with his wild eyes and Wooyoung traced sly fingers over his chest where the fungus blended with his regular skin. Their sweat had become one and dripped from San's ruffled hair.

"Not bad," Wooyoung commented, even when he could barely speak through the pleasant trembles of his body.

San scoffed. He pulled out carefully to check on them, but no blood or other issues came up. Before Wooyoung's plunging legs could hurt him, San came back to lean over his body, keeping it together. Their spent, sated limbs rested against each other when they shared another kiss.

"Thanks for putting up with me," San muttered and his scalp was damp when Wooyoung ran his fingers through his hair. He sighed into their kiss, full of adoration after this shared experience. There was so much more to do and try, but for now, he was happy with San's lax weight resting on him.

"I liked it," Wooyoung admitted sheepishly. "You felt so good."

A beat passed as San's mouth opened without saying anything. He buried his face in his hand.

"Fuck," he muttered and Wooyoung giggled at him. He hoped they hadn't bothered the others outside, but he was tickled by taunting San.

"We still have more time, you know? You could do me again." He wriggled his hips in a silent offer, and San reached down to give his right cheek a punitive squeeze. It tugged Wooyoung's loose entrance open, and he shuddered when liquid trickled out of him.

Shit, this was much better than he thought.

Equally down for each other, San hauled Wooyoung along to sit on his lap on the ground, so they could relax their muscles.

"Give me a few minutes," he pleased as he nosed at the teeth marks on Wooyoung's neck. They didn't draw blood, but their sensitivity exhilarated Wooyoung. He sighed, leaning into San when a hand traced along his leg. San was unafraid to touch him, embracing Wooyoung's obsession with his rotten body.

"What's this scar?" He asked, tracing its impressive length along Wooyoung's calf. Sleepy, Wooyoung leaned into his shoulder to kiss a dark blue spot.

"It was one of the last days I spent with my family. My father died long ago during a raid, but my mother, she... She did her best to provide for me. Every scrap of food she found, she gave to me so I could grow stronger and survive in this world. If she saw me now, living in a paradise of as much food as I want whenever I wish, she would be so proud."

"It worked the way she intended," San murmured. He was also glad for Wooyoung's survival, but talking about family was one of the few pains in which they related.

"This scar... We kept a domesticated coyote as our pet to warn the village from dangers in the night. A building collapsed, and she got trapped inside. I treated her as my dearest friend. A piece of rubble came down on me and it had a metal wire sticking from it. Ripped clean through my leg. It's a miracle I didn't submit to the fungus. Or died of a regular infection."

San's fingers stilled. He turned his head to study Wooyoung's face from up close, taking in his ruffled beauty. When he spoke, his voice was soft in its scratch.

"I want to hear so much more about you."

"We have all the time in the world," Wooyoung reminded him as he buried his fingers in San's dark hair with a fond snicker.

San slowed down. His lashes fluttered. Then, instead of a reply, he surged to kiss Wooyoung and conveyed all his awe through that. Despite the rugged circumstances they met in, they found appreciation for each other. Their stories of pain were different, but perhaps they would see the end of it tomorrow. Food wouldn't spawn magically, but the drought would ease and the diseases in the air would evaporate.

Wooyoung couldn't be more giddy to be part of Mission Bluebird and to share this with everyone else.

As San leaned in to tug Wooyoung on top of him and continue where they left off, Wooyoung's glee about his foul lover banished all the accumulated dread.