–Kim has a friendly little chat with his father and they play one final game of chess.–

As they neared the gates of the Theerapanyakul compound and the mansion loomed before them, Kim remembered just how much he hated this place. So much it almost made him physically sick just thinking about it. The very foundation of it was built with the blood of all the innocent people, including his own family, that his father had spilled just so he could get to the top.

It was in this mansion that his mother had lost her life for that very reason. It was here that his brother had been kidnapped from, and returned never to be the same again. Kim knew his father was behind all of it, but why he would hurt his own family was beyond him. Even Kim had suffered in this place. His life here had been a living hell. He shuddered just thinking about it.

Though he'd like to say he was lucky he had been able to escape this place when he could, he really wasn't. He was still in his father's clutches and they followed him wherever he went, wrapped around him so tightly he couldn't breathe.

Until he met Chay. Chay had been a breath of fresh air, a ray of light in Kim's dark world, a taste of the freedom he ached for. Even though things between them were rough at the start, he was thankful that Chay had decided to give them both another chance and they were now happier than ever.

Chay had understood why Kim was the way he was and yet he still chose to love him anyway. That alone had melted the ice that caged Kim's heart. He couldn't believe nor could he understand why Chay would love him, the monster that he was, but he was grateful nevertheless.

And slowly, Chay had pulled Kim out of the darkness that surrounded him and into the light. Because of Chay, the vines that strangled him withered in the presence of such pure light and Kim could breathe again. His heart was filled with love for the boy who saw beyond his cold exterior to the frightened child deep inside who just wanted to be loved, and he loved him despite his darkness, choosing to stand by him and love him until the very end.

Which is why Kim would do anything to see his Bambi happy, including coming back to this wretched place he'd called home all those years. Everything changed when he met Chay though. Chay became his home and his safe space, a place he could run to when everything became too much for him and he needed comfort, where he knew he would receive nothing but the love, care and attention he so much craved.

Unlike this mansion. The only thing good about it was Tankhun, his eldest brother. Not that he hated Kinn, but he and Kinn had never been close, not the way Kim and Tankhun were. He still loved his elder brother though. It was just that Tankhun held a very special place in his heart, as he had taken care of Kim when he was growing up, being there for him when Kim needed someone, his best friend. Before Chay Tankhun had always been the one who understood Kim most, and Kim appreciated that.

Unconsciously, he squeezed Chay's hand that he had been holding in his lap and Chay squeezed his hand right back.

"You don't have to go in if you don't want to, angel," Chay said as they came to a stop outside the gates. He lifted Kim hand to his lips and kissed it. "I know you hate it here. You can drop me off and go drive around until its time to get me or you can just go home and I'll come back on my own. You know I'll always find my way back to you."

"That last statement was super cheesy," Kim laughed.

"But it made you laugh again," Chay replied, tilting his head and laying his cheek on the back of Kim's hand that was intertwined with his. He looked at Kim through his eyelashes and smiled. "I'm serious though. You don't have to stay here if you're uncomfortable. You didn't even have to come in the first place."

"I know, Bambi," Kim answered, driving through the large black gates into the Theerapanyakul compound. "But you wanted to see your brother and since I had nothing to do today, I thought I'd bring you."

" And anyway," he added as an afterthought, "Tankhun has been very persistent about me visiting him.  Have I told you how much he screams in my ear whenever he calls about how I'm such a spoiled, bratty, horrible, ungrateful child because I don't visit him? If he does it one more time my eardrums will burst."

Chay laughed at this. Of all the Theerapanyakuls, Tankhun was his favourite - after Kim of course. He was always so dramatic.

Then the worry was back in Chay's eyes as he looked up at Kim.

"But still..." he said, and he didn't have to finish the statement. Kim understood.

"I'm going to be okay as long as you're here with me," he said, squeezing Chay's hand again. Chay smiled and nuzzled his cheek into Kim's hand. And then they were parked and Chay was out of the car before Kim could even switch off the engine properly.

"Slow down, Bambi," he called out to Chay as he got out of the car himself, laughing. "Porsche isn't going anywhere."

"I know," Chay replied, stopping so Kim could catch up to him. "I'm just excited. I missed him so much."

"You're never this excited to see me," Kim huffed, pouting. He snaked an arm around Chay's waist and pulled him close.

Chay wrapped his arms around Kim's neck. "That's because I'm with you all the time, angel," he said, kissing the corner of Kim's mouth. "I'm actually starting to get quite bored of you."

"Let's be honest, Bambi," Kim pulled Chay even closer and planted a kiss in the crook of his neck. "You can't get enough of me."

Chay laughed. It was true, but he wasn't about to tell Kim that. He would never hear the end of it. Instead, he asked, "What will you do while I'm talking to my brother?"

Kim was quiet for a moment, nuzzling Chay's neck. Then he answered, "I'm going to see my father."

Chay pulled away from Kim far enough to look into his eyes. "Are you going to be okay, angel?" he asked, his own eyes full of worry and his voice gentle, soft.

He knew how Kim felt about the Theerapanyakul mansion. That's why, despite his brother's protests, he had moved out of the mansion and into Kim's apartment just so Kim wouldn't have to come here to see him. That was also why he had squeezed Kim's hand back in the car earlier, to comfort him. He had noticed how uncomfortable Kim had become the moment they arrived at the compound and he had wanted to reassure him.

"I'll be fine, Bambi," Kim gave him a reassuring smile. "Come find me when you're done? I'll be in my father's office."

Chay nodded.

"If you say so, angel," he replied, and placing a quick kiss on Kim's lips, he took Kim's hands in his own and gave them one last squeeze before he ran off to find his brother.

With a smile, Kim watched Chay disappear into the house, then his thoughts went back to his father and the smile died on his lips. He hadn't wanted to see his father, not at first. He had actually planned to spend time with Tankhun until Chay was done with Porsche. But then being back at the mansion again brought back memories he would much rather rather forget and he just had to see his father one last time.

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Nothing had changed, so Kim found his father's office pretty quickly. Thankfully, his father was in so he didn't have to wait for him or come back looking for him another day. It had been a long time since he had been here, the last time being the day he came snooping around for information. That was about one and a half years ago, and a lot had happened since then.

He had discovered so many terrible things about his father that had led to him breaking up with Chay. He had been afraid for Chay's safety after he had learned of his father's deeds and future plans, and he had wanted to keep him safe. He had also been afraid that Chay wouldn't love him and would be broken if he ever learnt the truth about Kim's family. That had ended up happening anyway, and Kim had been shattered.

Eventually though, he and Chay had gotten back together, after he had explained everything to him and surprisingly Chay had understood. It had taken a bit of time for them to fix things between them though and for Chay to trust him again, but one year later they were still together and very much in love and perfectly comfortable with each other.

"Kimhan," Korn looked up from his desk with a smile when he walked in. He didn't even bother to knock, he never did.

"Father," he returned the greeting with a fake smile. He wasn't as happy to see his father as Korn was to see his son, even though he didn't exactly let him know that. But Kim knew his father was happy to see him. He was his favourite son after all, though Korn tried to hide it. Kim could see right through him.

"What brings you here?" Korn asked, closing the file he was looking at to focus on Kim. "Did you miss your old man?"

"No, I actually came to see my brothers," Kim answered honestly, walking to the mini-bar at the other end of his father's office. "But Kinn is busy...for obvious reasons and Tankhun is watching one of his dramas. I'm not about to get in the middle of that." He poured a drink for himself and his father and set them down on the small table opposite Korn's desk. "So I decided to see you as I wait for them to finish their business."

As he sat down, Kim noticed the way his father looked uneasily at the glass he had just poured him, before going to the mini-bar and pouring himself his own glass then went to sit with Kim. It took everything in Kim to not burst into laughter. Korn Theerapanyakul was scared of his own son. How interesting.

"I see," Korn said as he sat. "So I'm a backup plan then."

They proceeded to have an awkward conversation in the next hour, because what on earth was Kim supposed to talk about with his so-called father who had never been in his life or bothered to care about him?

"Want to play a game of chess with me?" Kim asked, when it got a little too uncomfortable to keep talking. They were running out of things to say, with Kim wanting to keep his father out of his life as much as he could. He knew if he wasn't careful with whatever information he gave him today, his father would most definitely find a way to use it against him somehow, or to control him.

"Thought you'd never ask," Korn answered as they moved to the balcony where the game was already set up. Chess was Korn's favourite pastime and so he always kept a game ready for whenever he wanted to play.

"I knew there was a reason you are my favourite son," Kim's father said as he made the first move. Kim just smiled in reply as he moved his own piece. He had no idea what he had said to his father to make him say that, but he just went along with it. He wasn't quite paying attention to the conversation they were having anyway.

They played quietly for the next few minutes before his father spoke again.

"How's your little music hobby taking you?" he asked.

Kim clenched his fist under the table. They both knew that Korn knew music wasn't just a hobby to Kim, it was his life, his passion, the only connection he had left to his mother. The only thing that kept him sane in this fucked up world they lived in – apart from Chay, of course – and he was never going to give it up for anything. But he also knew that his father still hoped that Kim would one day come back to the mansion and take over the family business, believing that music was just a phase and he would get over it. He hated that his father still tried to push the idea onto him.

"I'm never going to take over the family business if that's what you're asking," Kim replied after composing himself. He wasn't going to show any kind of emotions around his father. That was a dangerous thing to do. "Kinn can handle it just fine. If he can't then give it to Vegas."

Korn chose to ignore what Kim had said, even though he knew Vegas would take much better care of the business than Kinn. But he also knew Kim was the most suited for it, even though he was so adamant he didn't want to do it. He would just have to find a way to make him – hit him where it hurt most – though it wouldn't do to push the issue now.

"There's one thing I want you to do for me," he chose to say instead.

"There's always something you want me to do for you," Kim replied.

He knew exactly what it was his father wanted him to do. He wanted him to kill someone.  After all, that was majorly what Korn had raised him to do besides take over the business. He had raised Kim to be a lethal weapon against friends and foes alike, whoever crossed his path.

"And I don't like it."

"We both know you do," his father scoffed as he played his turn. "You get a kick out of it. You love it."

He wasn't wrong. Kim did enjoy killing people, just not under his father's orders. He hated being used by his father. But he couldn't refuse him, however much he wanted to. He may hate him, but a tiny part of him still wanted to please his father, get his approval. And he hated that he felt that way.

"What do you want me to do?" he sighed as he played his turn.

Korn smiled, and it gave Kim the creeps. He was sure he wasn't going to like what his father was about to say. And he was right. He didn't.

"I want you to kill Porchay Kittisawasd," came the cold, cruel reply.

"What?!" Kim almost dropped the rookie he was moving on the board, but he composed himself quickly, hoping his father hadn't noticed. "Why do you want me to kill Porsche's brother? It will destroy him."

"Exactly," Korn replied casually, playing his turn. There was a certain look in his eyes as he said it, and Kim finally understood what this was about.

Fuck. This wasn't about Porsche. Somehow, his father had found out about his relationship with Chay, and he wanted to see if Kim would actually kill Chay. He wanted to know exactly where Kim's loyalty lay, and how far he was willing to go, how much he was willing to give up and sacrifice for his father and for the family.

It was a fucking test.

"I'm not doing it," Kim shook his head. He was sure his father could hear the anger in his voice but he didn't care. There was no way he was going to kill his angel for his father's satisfaction. They stared each other down for a long minute.

"Kiiiiiiim!"

Chay chose that moment to burst through those doors, not minding that he had interrupted whatever conversation was going on. Frankly speaking, he didn't care. He just wanted to be with his Kim.

"Bambi," Kim looked up at Chay.

Chay looked like he'd been crying, so momentarily forgetting his conversation with his father, Kim instinctively opened his arms so Chay would come to him. Chay didn't even spare Korn a glance as he walked right past him and climbed into Kim's lap, wrapping his arms around Kim's middle. He buried his head in the crook of Kim's neck and closed his eyes.

"Let me guess," Kim said wrapping his arms around Chay. "You had a fight with Porsche?"

Chay nodded, sniffling.

"He wants us to move back here and you don't."

"Mmh," Chay mumbled, then lifted his head to look up at Kim. "I tried to tell him that we can't because you hate it here, but he wouldn't listen to me."

"It's okay," Kim kissed Chay on his forehead and wiped his tears away with his thumb. "Do you want to go home now?"

"No," Chay shook his head. "Finish your game first."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

"Okay then," Kim answered and placed a kiss on Chay's nose that made him giggle.

He always did when Kim kissed him on the nose. He said it was ticklish. Chay missed the warmth when Kim unwrapped his arm from around him, but immediately felt better when Kim started rubbing his back gently. He snuggled closer to Kim and lay his head back in the crook of Kim's neck, closing his eyes and reveling in the comfort that his boyfriend gave him.

"Back to what we were saying," Kim turned to his father, playing his turn. "What makes you think I'd ever agree to kill my boyfriend?"

What the hell? Chay opened his eyes briefly to glance - glare - at Korn.That's what they were talking about?

He looked up at Kim - he didn't know why, it just happened - and Kim ruffled his hair and kissed the top of his head. Then Chay settled back down on Kim's chest and closed his eyes again, listening to the rhythm of his boyfriend's heartbeat.

"I knew it," Korn laughed, having watched their little interaction with amusement. "Love has made you soft."

"No, it hasn't," Kim gritted his teeth, struggling to keep his emotions in check, but his father sitting there smugly made it extremely difficult. He wouldn't lash out at his father, not now. He couldn't show his father how much his words affected him.

"Is there any other reason as to why you didn't agree to kill Porchay when I asked you to, then?" Korn asked, raising an eyebrow.

Kim sighed frustratedly. His father was really getting on his nerves and he wasn't sure how long he could stay calm.

"Because I love him," he answered as calmly as he could, moving his hand so his fingers gripped Chay's waist tightly, like he was afraid his father would take his angel away from him after that admission.

"Exactly what I'm saying. You've changed, Kim," came Korn's reply. "Your love for him has made you weak."

Despite all the anger he felt towards his father for saying that, Kim said nothing, choosing to just keep playing the game instead of giving his father the satisfaction he was after.

"You are just like me, Kim," Korn said when Kim didn't speak or react. "And people like us don't love or get love from others. There is no room for loving or being loved in our lives. We do whatever it takes to get what we want at any cost, including sacrificing those closest to us."

"I am nothing like you!" Kim screamed, his nails digging into Chay's skin as he gripped Chay's waist harder.

Feeling Kim's muscles tense under him, Chay unwrapped one arm from Kim's middle and slipped it under Kim's red feather jacket, gripping his waist. "Relax, baby," he whispered into Kim's neck and pressed a kiss there. He squeezed Kim's waist gently and Kim understood what he was trying to say.

Don't let him get to you.

So he relaxed completely, feeling the tension leave his body as Chay rubbed soothing circles into his skin and the warmth of Chay's skin on his own comforted him. Kim closed his eyes and took a deep breath, grateful for his angel's presence at that moment. He relaxed his hold on Chay, and with his fingers rubbing soothingly where he'd dug his nails into Chay's skin, he continued to speak.

"Love hasn't made me weak," he said more calmly this time. "I am stronger than I ever was before because of love. There's this grounding feeling, this warmth you get, knowing that there's someone who cares for you and worries about you, someone who will always be there for you and have your back, and that no matter what, someone will always hold your hand and stand by you until the very end. That you are loved by someone. There's strength in that and it is because of his love for me I am willing to sacrifice anything to keep it that way."

"That's just stupid," Korn laughed. "Love makes you irrational. It clouds your thoughts, and it blinds you to everything except that one person. And as such, you will make stupid and irresponsible decisions because of it. That's why you and I don't love or get loved, Kimhan. So we can avoid all that. And we have no problems sacrificing our loved ones to get what we want."

"See, that's the difference between you and me," Kim smirked at his father. "You kill those who love you for your own gain. I kill for them." 

Kim's words were laced with such poison, such ice that made Korn shiver. Even Chay was scared and he knew the words weren't directed at him. There was a certain dark ominous presence in those words that made Chay glad he was the one loved by Kim.

"What do you mean?" Korn asked, trying to hide the trembling in his voice by playing his turn so he could look nonchalant and also hide the fear in his eyes by looking down at the board. He couldn't deny that Kim had always scared him a little due to how unpredictable he was. There was no telling what he was thinking. It was why Kim was his choice in running the family business.

Korn placed his king on the board absentmindedly, too scared to focus on the game. Kim smirked when he noticed this. Perfect. Right where he wanted him.

"That I will not kill my boyfriend for you," Kim replied icily. "I will, however, kill for him."

"There is nothing I have done to him then that warrants you killing me," Korn smiled, visibly relaxing in his seat. He was sure Kim didn't know everything he had done and he certainly didn't know this.

"Did you really think I came here to have a father-son chat and play a friendly game of chess with you?" Kim scoffed. "I've never come to see you of my own accord since I left, so why would I now?"

"You have been here to see me before," Korn reminded him.

"Come on, father. You and I both know the real reason I was here," Kim replied. "And I did learn some very interesting things during that visit. Including the fact that you killed Chay's parents. I'm here to make you pay for all the years he's suffered since because of you."

"And you think I'll just let you kill me so easily?" Korn snickered. "I won't go down without a fight."

"You really underestimate me sometimes, father," Kim smiled, tracing the top of his queen with his finger. "I wouldn't have told you of my plan without actually executing it first. I'm not that stupid."

Korn laughed. "The only way you would actually be able to kill me without my knowledge is if you pois..."

He trailed off when he saw Kim looking away from him with a smile. He followed his gaze to the empty glasses on the table inside the office and his eyes widened in realization.

"You poisoned me?" Korn asked disbelievingly. "You couldn't have," he added, even though he knew quite well that Kim was capable of anything and everything. "I didn't even drink from the glass you poured for me and I was looking at you the whole time we were drinking."

"But I didn't poison the drink," Kim chuckled, leaning back in his seat. He was careful not to crush Chay's arm that was wrapped around him even though the position was a little uncomfortable. Seeing that, Chay unwrapped his arm from around him so that Kim could sit back comfortably, and then slipped his hand under Kim's clothes to his stomach and started rubbing it slowly and gently.

"No," Korn shook his head furiously. The glass? Had Kim poisoned his glass instead?

"I knew you were going to doubt me and wouldn't drink from the glass I gave you, and I was right," Kim smiled. " You played right into my hands. You know, for someone who's so manipulative and calculating, you are really  predictable and easy to read."

"No way," Korn only said in reply, still shaking his head. "I was watching you the whole time. I would have noticed if you did anything."

Kim laughed. "You don't believe me?" He reached into his pocket and took out a tiny vial that he showed to his father, holding it up between his fingers. "Here's the proof then."

Korn took it from Kim's hand and read the label. It was the deadliest poison to ever exist and it worked slowly, eating up your insides silently, and he would start to feel the effects in about...the time that had lapsed since he drank the whiskey to about now. He dropped it on the table in shock.

The vial rolled towards Kim and he reached over to pick it up.

"I see you've realized what it is," he said, twirling the vial between his thumb and his index finger. "You should start feeling it right about–" Kim glanced at his watch, "–now."

Right then, Korn started to feel sick. He suddenly felt hot and his forehead broke out in a cold sweat, yet his body was burning up. He loosened his tie and undid the top two buttons of his shirt. He could swear the temperature just rose a couple hundred degrees.

"I've hated you my whole life, you know," Kim said, eyes focused on the vial in his hand. "We all do. Tankhun does, even Kinn."

"That's a lie," Korn said, panting. Why was it so hot?  "They don't hate me."

He really didn't understand how it could be so hot and yet they were sitting outside where there was a cool breeze, but it felt like he was sitting in a blazing furnace.

"Oh, they do," Kim answered, lifting his eyes to look at his father. "Why wouldn't they? We all know you're the one who got Tankhun kidnapped when he was a child. It was supposed to be a harmless little prank, meant to scare all of us into doing what you want. But it didn't go exactly how you planned, did it?"

Kim paused for a minute to let his words sink in, placing the vial on the table beside the chess board.

"He has refused to tell us what happened to him then, but whatever it was your men did to him broke Tankhun so much, he has never been the same since. And since then, Kinn only does what you ask because he's scared of what you will do to him if he doesn't. Tankhun once told us that he had overheard the men talking about how you wanted him kidnapped so we would be scared into obedience. That was when we all started hating you."

Kim stopped to collect his thoughts. Speaking about this was making him feel things he didn't want to feel right now, not in front of his father. In front of Chay maybe, but not his father. Chay started trailing his hand that was on Kim's stomach all over his body, alternating between rubbing circles on his back and trailing his fingers over his belly, knowing that it usually helped Kim calm down when he touched him like that. Kim squeezed Chay's waist as a thank you for understanding what he needed and giving it to him. Then he looked at his father once again, and a slow dark smile spread across his lips.

"Your head should be starting to ache right about now," he said slowly. "First it will be slow and shallow, then it will increase in intensity until you feel like tearing your own head off your neck."

And right about then, Korn's head started to ache. At first, it was a slow, shallow, far away thrumming in his head, just like Kim had said. Then the pain started building behind his eyes and it grew stronger until he felt like someone was pounding his head repeatedly with a sledgehammer. He clutched his head between his hands willing it to stop, but it only got stronger and more painful. Kim felt the satisfaction spread through him. He was really enjoying this.

"Watching the people you love breaking down, your own family falling apart at the hands of the one person who's supposed to hold it together and being unable to do anything about it...it does something to you."  Kim closed his eyes and blinked back his tears. He couldn't start crying now.

Chay planted a kiss on his neck and whispered, "It's okay, I'm here." Then he released Kim's waist and started stroking his hair instead, the calm returning to Kim's body with each stroke of Chay's fingers in his hair. And Kim was grateful that Chay was there when he needed him.

"It really messed me up," he continued. "My own father ruined my family, he destroyed my happiness, he broke everyone I love with his own hands, and he felt absolutely nothing about it. You didn't care at all about how your actions would affect us as long as you got what you wanted. You never spared even a single thought for us."

Korn was pulling frantically at his hair now, almost tearing the strands from his scalp. The pain and the heat had gotten too much for him. And it was about to get worse.

"See, that pain you're feeling now is nothing compared to what you did to us," Kim said to him, then paused for a moment, taking the vial in his hand again. "One of the effects of this poison should be itchy skin. It is supposed to start like a slow burn and then reduce to an irritable itch. Your skin seems fine though. Is it a lie?"

The second he asked that, Korn felt his skin start to burn from the inside out. It started on his face then spread downwards and outwards until his whole body was on fire.  The burning sensation gradually reduced, and just when he thought it was about to end, it became sharp tingles across his skin. Then his body broke out in angry red rashes that itched increasingly painfully. He started scratching all over to ease the pain, but it only got worse the more he did it, the rashes spreading further and further on his skin and were even more painful than before.

Korn Theerapanyakul screamed in frustration. He didn't know what was worse, the headache, the heat or the itch, neither of which stopped no matter what he did. Or the fact that his beloved son was sitting right across him with his lover in his lap watching him in pain and doing nothing about it.

"Why are you doing this?" Korn asked, gripping the table for support so hard, his knuckles turned white. "I'm your family. You killing me means you're exactly like me." And despite his suffering, he somehow still managed to smile cruelly.

"You're not my family, you never were," Kim answered. "And I told you I don't kill people close to me." Kim wrapped his arm around Chay once again and his other hand moved from Chay's waist to the base of his spine where he started rubbing gentle circles with his thumb. "I kill for them." He rested his cheek on Chay's head. Korn raised his head to look at Kim, but then he immediately squeezed his eyes shut when his head pounded even harder with the movement.

"Being around you has always been very suffocating," Kim said casually. "Like when someone is strangling you, squeezing your neck so hard you can't breathe. And then your world starts to spin slow at first, and then faster and faster until you get dizzy then your heart starts to slow and eventually stops beating completely. And then poof-" he made the motion with his fingers, "-you're gone like the wind, forever. Never to be seen or heard from again."

Immediately he finished speaking, Korn felt like his lungs were constricting and forcing out all the air in them. Then his throat closed up and he couldn't breathe. He started gasping for air, his nails digging into the table with how hard he was gripping it. His insides started to burn, and he wasn't sure whether it was the poison or the lack of air. But it was painful nevertheless. Everything was painful. His skin still itched, his entire body was on fire both inside and out, and his head hurt like hell. He felt like clawing his skin and tearing his head off.

"It was only a matter of time before someone else killed you," Kim continued after observing his father's distress for a few minutes. "I'm only doing you a favour by doing it now. And by the way, your heart will stop beating in ten seconds."

"Nine," Kim started counting. "Eight..."

"That's not true," Korn said between gasps. "Porsche wouldn't kill me. It's why I made him head of the minor family, so he couldn't go against Kinn."

"You really thought you did something there with that one, didn't you?" Kim let out a long, cruel laugh. "Let me lay it out for you. Vegas hates you for what you did to his family and so does Porsche. It wouldn't take much convincing to get Porsche to go against you, especially now that they're friends since Porsche gave the minor family back to Vegas. And all Porsche has to do to get Kinn to help is ask him and he would agree to it if it would make Porsche happy since Porsche has him wrapped around his finger."

"Kinn wouldn't go against me," Korn said, trying but failing miserably to stay alive.

Kim watched him for a moment and then said, "In case you didn't notice, he stopped listening to you when Porsche came into the picture. And he hates you for what you did to Porsche's family and us too."

"Five," Kim continued counting slowly. "Four..."

Korn's heartbeat had slowed even further, and all his limbs felt like lead. His eyes were closed now, and he was really having trouble breathing. He felt like he was being pulled into the darkness, and all the fight had left him. He just wanted all this to end, but the ten seconds felt like ten years.

Kim watched all of this with fascination, a sinister smile plastered on his face. Time to deliver the final blow.

"You played a good game, father," he smirked, "but it was never yours to win."

Kim moved his final piece on the board, his queen, to capture his father's king.

"Checkmate," he said, and as the piece came down on the board, his father breathed his last and collapsed on the table.

"Rot in hell, Khun Korn."

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"Are you okay, angel?" Chay asked Kim when it was all over. He sat up so he could look at Kim properly.

"Why wouldn't I be?" Kim replied, pulling Chay closer by his waist. "I've wanted my father dead for as long as I can remember, and now he is." He dipped his head down and planted wet sloppy kisses all around Chay's neck.

"No, not that." Chay bared his neck to give Kim more access. "I meant, you had to relive some pretty awful memories back there." He fisted a hand in Kim's hair and tugged, so that Kim was forced to look up at him. "So I will ask you again, are you okay?"

Kim closed his eyes and pretended to think for a minute. Then he asked, his eyes still closed, "What if I say I'm not?"

"You can use me as a distraction then," Chay answered, letting go of Kim's hair and wrapping his arms around Kim's neck.

"That's a very tempting offer, Bambi," Kim whispered. When he opened his eyes again, they were filled with lust and desire. "In that case, I'm not okay."

"So distract yourself." Chay pushed Kim's head back to his neck, angling his head so Kim had more space to work on. And Kim definitely used that space. He went about sucking bruises all over Chay's neck so that by the end of it, Chay's neck was covered in a litany of red and purple hickeys sitting beautifully on his skin.

"Well, there isn't much I can do here right now," Kim said against Chay's neck, "but I'll make it work."

As he spoke, his hot breath fanned across Chay's skin, sending shivers of pleasure through his body straight through to his cock which had been hard for quite a while. Listening and watching as his boyfriend killed his father without actually doing anything to him had aroused him. Greatly.

"That was hot," the words spilled out of him before he could stop them.

"What was?" Kim asked, trailing kisses up Chay's neck from his collarbone to his jaw and then back down the same way.

"You psychologically manipulating your father into his own death," Chay answered. "Fuck, it turned me on, Kim."

"I could tell, Bambi." Kim's lips found the pulse on Chay's neck. "You were, and still are, sitting in my lap."

"Fuck you," Chay said, but it didn't quite come out as he intended it to, coming out as more of a breathy moan when Kim licked his pulse and then bit into it, licking and sucking soothingly afterwards.

Kim licked a stripe up Chay's neck to his ear. "I intend to," he whispered into Chay's ear, then he pulled Chay's earlobe into his mouth with his teeth and nibbled on it, before sucking on it.

Kim dropped his hands from Chay's waist to his thighs and he gasped in surprise when his hands landed on warm skin instead of the cotton of the sweatpants he was expecting to find there. He pulled away from Chay's neck and glance down between them to find Chay wearing a short skirt that only reached halfway along his thighs. His eyes travelled upwards to see Chay wearing a crop top and on his neck was one of Kim's favourite chokers, a black one with a silver sun pendant on it. How on earth he'd missed that choker while he was kissing Chay's neck, he had no idea. And the outfit too. He must have been too occupied by his father to notice.

"Your outfit, Chay," he said quietly. He remembered saying he'd like to see Chay in it someday when they were walking home from a date one day. They had seen it from a shop window when they passed by it and he had said that jokingly. He didn't realize Chay would actually wear it. He had never thought it was something Chay would ever want to do.

"You don't like it?" Chay pouted. "Well, you had said you wanted me to wear something like this one day and I just thought you'd be happy if-" Chay cut himself off before he could finish the sentence. "I'm sorry," he said instead. He was looking down at his fingers which were playing nervously with the hem of Kim's jacket.

"Hey, look at me," Kim whispered, hooking two fingers under Chay's chin and tilting his head up. "It's not that I don't like it," he reassured him. "I love it in fact. I was just surprised, that's all."

"Really?" Chay asked, his eyes sparkling.

"Yeah," Kim nodded. "So cheer up, hmm?" he smiled. He started trailing his fingers up and down Chay's sides, and across his chest and stomach. They were little featherlight touches, but Chay felt like his body was on fire everywhere Kim touched. 

"Okay," Chay smiled back, lifting his hands so Kim could take his crop top off. "I actually bought this the day after you mentioned you'd like me to wear it, but then I hid it here so you wouldn't find it and I could surprise you when you were least expecting it. And then after you told me you were going to meet with your father, I thought you would need something to make you feel better afterwards, so...here we are."

"Thank you, Bambi," Kim said, hooking his fingers under the choker on Chay's neck. He used it to pull Chay towards him and drew him into a long kiss. "I definitely feel a lot better now." He took Chay's hand and guided to his crotch, so that Chay could feel the hardness of his cock through his pants. "See?"

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"What are you going to do about it then?" Chay smirked, palming Kim's cock through his pants.

Kim groaned and his hands found their way to Chay's thighs again, inching ever so slowly upwards under his skirt. He gasped in delight when he found that Chay wasn't wearing any underwear and then started rubbing circles on his inner thighs with his thumbs, his knuckles brushing along Chay's cock with the motions.

He kissed a trail downwards from Chay's jaw to his chest until his lips latched onto Chay's right nipple. He sucked it into his mouth then released it, blowing on it as one of his hands reached up to pinch the other nipple. Chay unconsciously wrapped his fingers around Kim's cock as much as he could through the fabric of his pants and started stroking it slowly, making Kim groan. 

"Feeling a little naughty, aren't we?" Kim smiled and wrapped his other hand around Chay's cock.

Then, looking up at him, he gave a harsh tug to Chay's cock at the same time as he bit down on his left nipple and pulled on the right one. Chay moaned and his eyelids fluttered closed as jolts of pleasure shot through him, making him arch his back so that his nipple was pushed further into Kim's mouth which Kim licked and sucked excitedly. Delighted at the reaction he got from Chay, repeated his actions, this time with his mouth on the other nipple.

"You like that, baby?" he laughed, when he got the same reaction from Chay again.

Chay opened his mouth to answer but instead let out a whine when Kim let go of his nipples and his cock all at once. His whine was however swallowed when Kim covered his lips with his own in a kiss. He parted his lips and Kim pushed his tongue into his mouth, just as he pushed Chay's skirt upwards until it was bunched around his waist. One of his hands cupped Chay's ass while the other he lifted to Chay's mouth and traced his bottom lip with his thumb as his lips found their way along Chay's jaw to his ear.

"Now be a good boy for me and suck," he whispered as he pushed two of his fingers into Chay's mouth. Chay wrapped his lips around Kim's fingers and licked and sucked them hungrily. He couldn't stop his muffled moan when Kim started kneading his ass with his hand while fucking his mouth with his fingers so deeply, they hit the back of his throat, as he also alternatively bit and sucked on Chay's nipples. It was a lot of pleasure all at once for Chay and his cock twitched in response.

Chay nearly whined when Kim pulled his fingers out of his mouth. He fisted a hand into Kim's hair and pulled him up harshly by his hair, making him groan into Chay's mouth when their lips connected in a rough kiss. This time, Chay took the chance to slide his tongue into Kim's mouth when he groaned and Kim let him do what he wanted, occasionally sucking Chay's tongue and biting his bottom lip. As Chay curled his tongue around his, Kim's wet fingers found the entrance to Chay's hole and brushed against it lightly. He gasped when he found Chay already wet there, as he felt the lube coating his fingers. He pulled away from the kiss with his eyebrows raised at Chay.

"You are just full of surprises today, baby," he murmured, sliding his fingers along Chay's thighs to collect the lube that was there. He hadn't used too much of it, so it hadn't ran that far down his thighs, still somewhat close to his hole. "Care to tell me about this one?"

"Well...you see...its just...I was..." Chay started to say, nervously playing with Kim's hair. "I'm sorry, angel," he settled on saying. "I know you don't like it when I touch myself."

"I'm not mad at you," Kim reassured him, squeezing his ass. "It's true I don't like it, but only because I prefer to be the one giving you pleasure. I would never get mad at you for touching yourself or stop you from doing it, okay?"

"So you're really not mad?"

"No, Bambi," Kim answered. "Now tell me, was this before or after you talked to Porsche?" He slid his fingers over to Chay's balls and cupped them in his palm.

"Before," Chay answered shyly, shifting in Kim's lap.

"Before?" Kim cocked an eyebrow. "Why?" He started massaging Chay's balls with his hand.

"I was changing into this outfit," Chay started, "and I couldn't stop thinking about how turned on you - ah, fuck - you would be to see me like this and all the dirty things you would do to me after, and...I couldn't stop myself."

"So you were having dirty thoughts about me, huh?" Kim asked, squeezed Chay's balls.

"Yes," Chay moaned. "I was thinking about your hands and your mouth and your tongue on me, claiming and - fuck - marking me, how your fingers and your cock would feel so good inside of me, how it would -ah, fuck - it would feel to have your warm cum in me and dripping out of me."

"You're such a needy little slut, aren't you, baby?" Kim asked, pressing his thumb into Chay's perineum right over his prostate.

"Only for you," Chay answered. "I'm your needy little slut."

"My dirty little whore," Kim said, his fingers circling the rim of Chay's hole. "You want my fingers inside you, right?" His fingers pushed against the ring of muscle but didn't quite breach it.

"Yes, angel," Chay breathed out, grinding down into Kim's fingers to try and get them inside him, but Kim moved his fingers away. "Please."

With a smirk, Kim slid two of his fingers into Chay. The movement was agonizingly slow and Chay started squirming so he could get them in faster. Kim, however, was in no hurry, so he gripped Chay's waist and held him in place. Once his fingers were fully inside, he curled then slowly uncurled them as he slid them out of Chay. He repeated the process: sliding his fingers into Chay, curling them, then slowly uncurling them as he slid them out. He did this over and over again, each time his fingers sliding along the walls of Chay's insides. And while he got some pleasure from it, it drove Chay mad with desire. He wanted, no - needed - more.

He bent down and sucked bruises all over Kim's neck, following them up with tiny little kitten licks and wet sloppy kisses. Then he trailed a hand up Kim's body under his jacket to his chest, where he pinched one nipple between his fingers. He pulled the nipple and twisted it at the same time as he pulled on Kim's hair harshly so that Kim's head was lifted up to face him, and crashed his lips on Kim's. Kim moaned into the kiss and Chay smiled. Kim's desire was evident in the way the movements of his fingers in and out of Chay got faster and deeper.

And yet it wasn't enough for Chay. If he wanted Kim to give him what he wanted, then he needed to get Kim as desperate for it as he was. If Kim was going to play that game, so was he.

So, still kissing him, Chay unzipped Kim's trousers and wrapped his fingers loosely around his cock, pulling it out of his pants. Coating his hand in the pre-come dripping out of it, he moved his hand up and down Kim's cock from the base to the tip and back again in slow maddening strokes, alternating between wrapping his fingers tightly and loosely around Kim's cock. The alternating pressure on his cock, plus the very teasing stroking was driving Kim crazy. He felt the pleasure slowly build up inside him but it wasn't nearly enough. But before Kim could get his thoughts in order, Chay dug his nail into the slit on the head of Kim's cock and dragged it across, then circled his thumb around the head and rubbed it slowly. It made Kim shudder with pleasure.

"Fuck," Kim moaned, pulling away from the kiss. Hooking his fingers over Chay's prostate, he kissed a trail up to Chay's ear and whispered, "I know what you are doing, Bambi."

Then he started circling the edges of the prostate with his fingers. Chay whimpered from the pleasure that coursed through him with the action, and let go of Kim's cock, using his hand to hold onto Kim to steady himself.

"You can't beat me at my own game," Kim smirked, and nibbling on Chay's earlobe, inserted a third finger into Chay and with all three, pressed into his prostate where he began massaging it in slow teasing circles.

It was all too much for Chay. His orgasm was so close yet so far. He needed just a little bit more, but it seemed Kim was in no hurry to give it to him.

"Please, Kim," he begged, squirming around on Kim's fingers. "I'm so close. Please just let me come, please."

Kim sped up his movements inside Chay, then began thrusting his fingers in and out of Chay, directly hitting his prostate every time. Chay felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge. He was almost there, just a little bit more, yes, right-

Suddenly, Kim pulled his fingers out of Chay. Fuck. He was this close to coming when his orgasm was cruelly snatched from him. But he needed it so badly. He needed Kim.

"Kim!" Chay whined, gripping Kim's shoulders harder.

"If you want it," Kim smirked, fisting his own cock, "you have to beg me for it." He began stroking his cock slowly.

"Please phi," Chay pleaded, biting his lip seductively. "I need you so badly. I want you inside me, fucking me, and making me feel good. You are the only one who can fill me up like you always do with your cock and your cum. Please fuck me, P'Kim. I need you."

"Good boy," Kim smiled, lining his cock up with Chay's hole and rubbing his tip over the entrance. Then he slid into him ever so slowly, and the stretch of his hole as Kim entered him sent pleasure coursing through Chay's body. The warmth spread through him as Kim's cock filled him and he sighed contentedly.

"Fuck, baby, you're so tight around me," Kim moaned as he gave rolled his hips slowly into Chay over and over again, Chay's hole holding onto his cock tightly.

"More, phi," Chay whined and ground down into Kim's cock chasing the pleasure. Kim pulled out of Chay and thrust in again harder and deeper. Then he started thrusting in and out of Chay at a brutal pace, not to fast and not too slow, but enough to make Chay's toes curl in pleasure.

"Feels so good," Chay moaned, his voice coming out in a whisper. He fisted a hand in Kim's hair and tugged on it, making Kim groan as Chay crashed his lips onto his in a hungry, demanding kiss.

Kim thrust into Chay faster and harder, angling himself so that his cock hit against Chay's prostate with every thrust. Chay moaned and whimpered in pleasure as as Kim's cock repeatedly hit that sweet spot inside him that made his head spin, the pleasure building inside him. He trailed wet kisses around Kim's neck, biting and sucking as he went along. Chay ground down onto Kim's cock and met him thrust for thrust, matching his speed and his rhythm.

"I'm close," he breathed out, inching closer and closer to his orgasm. Kim wrapped his fingers around Chay's cock and started stroking him in time with his thrusts.

"I'm going to come," Chay moaned. "Can I come? Please let me come, Kim."

"Come for me, baby," Kim whispered and bit into the sensitive spot below Chay's ear. That was all Chay needed and his orgasm crashed through him in waves as he came all over Kim's hand and his own stomach. He shuddered violently and dug his fingers into Kim's back, his hole clenching around Kim's cock as Kim stroked and fucked him through his orgasm, then Kim thrust faster into Chay, chasing his own release.

Even though he was oversensitive, Chay let Kim fuck him as he chased his orgasm. He licked his cum off Kim's hand, then used it to clean the cum off his stomach and licked it off again. He felt when Kim was close. His thrusts became erratic and sloppy and he kept repeating, "I'm close, baby. I'm going to come," over and over again.

"Come inside me, angel," he whispered into Kim's ear and Kim was releasing into him, his warm cum filling Chay's hole. His head fell on Chay's shoulder, as he rode out his orgasm, Chay milking him through his release.

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"How do you feel, Bambi?" Kim asked, kissing Chay's forehead when Chay looked up at him. Chay had laid his head on Kim's chest and wrapped his arms around him, while Kim had gripped Chay's waist with his hands and rested his chin on Chay's head.

"The audacity to ask me that after what you just put me through," Chay glared at him.

"I'm sorry, Bambi," Kim laughed. "But you liked it, didn't you?"

"Fair point," Chay sighed, then started to laugh moments later.

"My boyfriend has finally gone crazy," Kim smiled, shaking his head. "What are you laughing about, Bambi?"

Chay looked up at him, his arms now wrapped around Kim's neck. "You killed your father without doing anything to him and then proceeded to fuck me in front of his dead body less than ten minutes after."

Kim kissed a trail from Chay's collarbone to his jaw then to the corner of his mouth. "I'm a pretty amazing boyfriend, aren't I?" he asked, his lips brushing lightly over Chay's. He bit Chay's bottom lip between his teeth and sucked.

"You're a psycho," Chay laughed and pulled him into a kiss.

"And you're in love with this psycho, so what does that make you, huh?" Kim asked when they'd finally pulled away from the kiss, breathless.

"I never said I'm in love with him," Chay shrugged.

"You aren't?" Kim cocked an eyebrow and thrust into Chay, smiling when Chay winced from the overstimulation. "You were saying?"

"I'm sorry," Chay whimpered. "I love you, I love you, I love you very much, angel."

"That's what I thought," Kim smiled and kissed Chay again. "I love you too, Bambi."

"So what do we do about Porsche?" Chay asked, laying his head back on Kim's chest. "He's never going to shut up about us moving back here until we do."

"What do you want to do, Bambi?" Kim asked in reply, wrapping his arms around Chay.

"Its up to you," Chay answered. "If you're comfortable coming back here, we can. If you're not, its okay too. I'm happy just being with you wherever, angel."

"Thank you, baby," Kim kissed the top of Chay's head. "But I'll feel bad keeping you away from your brother. I know how much you miss him sometimes."

"So you want us to move back here?" Chay asked. "Will you be okay with that?"

"No to both questions," Kim replied. "But how about we try this: Either we stay here two days a week every week, or for one whole week every month. Holidays excluded of course. I want you all to myself during your school holidays. Which one do you prefer?"

Chay weighed both options for a moment, then said, "I'll go with the first one, it's more time alone with you." He looked up at Kim. "A whole week here seems exhausting, for you especially."

"So two days a week it is then," Kim replied. "Thank you for still considering me in your decision. I love you so much," he lifted their intertwined fingers to his lips and kissed Chay's hand.

"You'll always be my first priority, angel," Chay replied, kissing Kim softly. "I love you too."

"I still don't understand why you call me angel," Kim sighed, sadness in his eyes. "I am no angel, Bambi. After everything I've done..."

"You are my angel, Kim," Chay smiled. "You always will be."

Kim's heart warmed at Chay's words and he kissed him, letting his kiss say everything he couldn't.

"But can we go get cleaned?" Chay asked after they broke the kiss. "I feel weird." He climbed off Kim's lap and pulled him to his feet.

"Of course, Bambi." Kim helped him put his crop top back on and fix his skirt, fixing himself afterwards.

"And then we can continue this at home," Chay placed a quick kiss on Kim's lips before intertwining their fingers together and turning around to lead Kim out of Korn's office.

"Right after we say hi to Tankhun," Kim said. "Otherwise he's going to whack me on the head with a tray for bringing his little ChayChay home and leaving without seeing him."

"Like he did to Vegas?" Chay asked, and they both burst into laughter. They hadn't been there when it happened, but they had heard the story from Kinn, Porsche and Vegas, and even Tankhun himself a million times. Tankhun's version was the most dramatic.

"Maybe I should let him do that?" Chay said when they'd stopped laughing.

Kim stopped walking and Chay looked behind him to find Kim pouting.

"I thought you loved me," he huffed. Chay turned back around to Kim.

"I do. I was just joking, angel," he replied and cupped Kim's cheek. "Will a kiss make you feel better?"

Kim nodded delightedly and pulled Chay into his arms for another kiss.

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Author's note:

Hey guys!!

I hope you enjoyed the story <3 and as for the smut, I'm not sure I did very well (I'm not very good at that) especially the dirty talk, but I hope it was still okay nonetheless.

Love you all and thanks for reading!

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