Warnings: smut, light pain

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Once the door clicked shut behind them, San halted to glance down at Wooyoung. His bandages were pale in the dim light from outside. They could see the jeep from here, safely cradling their slumbering companions. After checking that no dangers lurked nearby with a quick sweep of his eyes, Wooyoung met San's stare. 

"So, what are we doing out here?" He whispered, uncertain if Yunho and Mingi could hear. San hovered between the shelves, looking around as if he were searching for something.

"I figured we should catch some time alone, since we are always stuck with the others," he muttered. He didn't look at Wooyoung, but once understanding settled in, a broad smirk spread across Wooyoung's lips. With San's palm still in his, Wooyoung turned to press his chest against his bandaged arm. The shop was just barely bright enough from the lantern they lit outside to ward off wandering fouls that San might see the coy bat of his lashes.

"Oh? You wanted to make out with me?" 

"Since you suggest it," San retorted and Wooyoung scoffed at his cheekiness. This time, he was the one dragging San along as he made for the storage room. It held even more treasured rations, and it was an extra door away in case someone would pass through for their nightly watch. Wooyoung prayed they wouldn't search for the two missing raiders if they found their beds empty. 

They could lock this door, but kept it open for safety in case something happened. Getting walked in on was by far not as bad as missing an attack from any bold fouls.

Walking backward, Wooyoung led San into the darkness between the stocked racks. Once they plunged into the shadows in the back, he stopped to sling his arms around San's neck. Playful fingers carded through his dark hair. Since they couldn't see each other, Wooyoung hoped his interest came across in the arch of his body.

He had missed this. As much time as they spent pressed together in the car, San's hands on his hips came with an intention that stirred the excitement in Wooyoung's belly.

"So, no lame excuse to fuck my thighs this time?" Wooyoung asked as he tugged down San's bandages. He was giddy from the alcohol, feeling wild and adventurous to indulge in their infatuation for one another. San overcame his struggle with Yunho and finally, they were moving on.

"I will hold you accountable again if you make me hard," San replied as he ghosted his nose over Wooyoung's cheek and ear. Soon, the bandages rested around his neck and his warm breath caressed Wooyoung's neck. It sent shudders of excitement through tingling all the way to his toes. Though his experience was limited, he definitely knew what he wanted. 

"That's unfair, isn't it? You get hard so quickly," Wooyoung mocked as he tucked himself into San's heavy arms. Their lower halves dragged against each other dirty and Wooyoung could tell how much San liked having him ensnared.

"Perhaps I wouldn't if you weren't such a minx," San gritted out as he trapped Wooyoung in place. "Slow down now. We finally get some time for ourselves."

"What makes you think I am a patient person?" Wooyoung huffed as he packed a fistful of San's hair. He angled their heads so he could sink his teeth into San's lip, tugging languidly. The fungus on his skin felt bumpy and irregular, but it didn't taste any different from the rest of him. 

Wooyoung watched his silhouette from lidded eyes.

"Don't chicken out on me," he mumbled, biting again for good measure before he let go. He didn't get far when San surged right after him.

"The same goes for you," he sneered back before he caught Wooyoung's lips in an ardent kiss. An instantaneous moan stifled between them as Wooyoung yanked them so close nothing could fit between them anymore. His mouth dropped open to offer its heat and this time, San took it. He surged in so greedily that Wooyoung was pushed backward, spine bending in San's powerful grip until they found a shelf to lean against. Breathless, Wooyoung tangled his tongue with San's. It was hot, ravaging him with a passion Yunho's slow kisses never did. It robbed Wooyoung of his ability to think, and he submitted to the squelching wetness of their lips as San directed their sloppy kiss. The heat and tingles it spread across Wooyoung's skin were delightful. They made him feel alive like nothing else and it might be the residue of alcohol in his system, but he felt more frivolous than ever before. 

San licked the roof of Wooyoung's mouth, dragging his tongue over his teeth and away as they parted. Both of them heaved and San's hands had dipped under Wooyoung's shirt as if on accident, bracing on his hot skin. The memories of their encounter in that cave came back to Wooyoung, and he was so eager to explore more of the bulge pressing against his hip. This time, without the pressure of time and the fouls lurking nearby.

"Are you going to take off your bandages for me today?" Wooyoung heaved, already yearning for San's lips back on his. The rack dug into his back uncomfortably, but he didn't pay it any mind. His lips throbbed from San's licks and he wanted to feel more skin on his, wanted to see everything. 

San hesitated, but he didn't back away. His grip was so steady that Wooyoung could have ragdolled to the ground and still not have fallen.

"Do you want me to?" His appetite lowered the pitch of San's voice. It rumbled through Wooyoung's belly, igniting a need he knew all too well from late nights with Yunho, but they never acted upon it, too shy to suggest it. 

"I want to see you," Wooyoung muttered. "I'm not repulsed."

San's breath stuttered in the dark. He hesitated for one moment longer, then decided to trust Wooyoung. He started at his fingers, undoing the knots holding the bandages together as his plush lips sunk back onto Wooyoung's.

To help him along, Wooyoung traced his hands down San's neck and to the V of his vest. Blind fingers searched for the zipper and pulled it down once he found it. Even with the added layer of the bandages, San's body below was feverish. As soon as the vest was open, Wooyoung slipped his hands inside to explore San's lean shape. His chest was broad but the waist narrow, creating a maddening curve to hold on to. San flinched whenever Wooyoung skimmed a patch of skin not covered. Soon, the bandages around his arm unraveled while Wooyoung got drunk on his kisses. Nevertheless, San remained tentative about wrapping his arm back around Wooyoung. The raider had to pack it and physically guide it under his clothes so San would stop fidgeting.

He could tell San exhaled when Wooyoung didn't back away from his scars. In the dark, Wooyoung could only tell the darkened splotches of orange and blue from the pale greens, and he cursed to himself when he wanted to lick them. San's marred, uneven flesh should repulse him, but Wooyoung ached to worship every inch of it.

"There you go," Wooyoung muttered once San shrugged off the vest and the loose bandages fell apart with it. The fungus spread from his hip, reaching around his midriff and up his side and arm. It crawled up his neck to meet his red eye and dipped beneath the waistband of his pants. The rest of him was smooth and tanned, powerful in every rippling muscle. 

It was ridiculous how much Wooyoung liked what he saw.

He traced his hands over San's chest, down his shoulder and arm. When he found his scarred fingers, Wooyoung pulled them up between them to kiss them. He held eye contact with the shadow of San's face, listening to the hitch in his breath when Wooyoung opened his lips for a taste.

San's fungus-covered index and middle finger slipped into Wooyoung's mouth easily, pressing against his tongue. He tightened his lips around them, exploring every dip and protrusion on them as San massaged his tongue and teeth. His flesh was not falling apart and not growing weird mutations. Had the fungus reached his nerves, he would be dead, so it was only superficial. 

San crowded closer with his unoccupied hand on Wooyoung's ass. He squeezed it over his cargo pants, shoving their bodies into each other to grind dirtily. By now, Wooyoung also strained against the fabric between them and he moaned around San's fingers when he ached for release. 

This was the furthest he ever went with Yunho. Suckling on his gorgeous long fingers while wild possibilities defiled their minds with vulgar ideas. They backed out of it afterward, too bashful to commit, and now, with San, Wooyoung felt the same hesitation, the same insecurity about whether he was enough and whether they weren't daring too much in their precarious situation. They could make each other come and end it there, not push their limits when there was no need to.

But San leaned his head to whisper in Wooyoung's ear and his strained voice took the decision from Wooyoung.

"Fuck, I want to be inside you. Want to feel you around me," he groaned and the filthy drag of his hardness against Wooyoung made him whimper. 

Wooyoung's heart hammered in his chest. San's grip on him was possessive, playing with the waistband of his pants but never proceeding into territory Wooyoung hadn't cleared for him yet. 

Fuck it. San was good to him, and this night might be the only one they had in a long time. Wooyoung wanted, and he wanted it now. 

In answer to San's demand, he hastily undid the cord of San's pants. He pushed them down until his length bobbed out and as soon as he touched it with his fingers, Wooyoung could tell it was also covered in the fungus. The patches laved over San's flank as if they tried to consume him and climbed down his right leg in a mirror of his arm. 

Wooyoung drooled around San's fingers, fumbling blindly to free himself as well. He only remembered to suck when San tapped his fingertips against the roof of his mouth before he twisted them to reach the back of Wooyoung's tongue. Spit-slicked lips sucked away as Wooyoung worked his hands over their straining cocks, rocking them against each other. San was unfairly bigger than him and his sickly coloration stood out against Wooyoung's pale flesh. The thought exhilarated Wooyoung, and he bucked into San as the other raider clutched to his ass and thighs, shoving down the pants further to grant access. His grip was rough, kneading Wooyoung's flesh as if it were something to play with and tugging until he exposed his entrance to the air. 

Tears brimmed in Wooyoung's eyes when he almost choked on San's fingers, then they pulled away. A slick trail of spit connected them and smeared over Wooyoung's chin once it ripped. Wooyoung wiped it with a free hand, breathing in the musk of San's scent. 

"This might be uncomfortable," San warned him as he guided his wet fingers to Wooyoung's entrance. He smoothed over it, easing the tight muscle to the thought of something entering. Only when Wooyoung was sufficiently distracted by his hand on their wet tips, he used the slick slide to dip the tip of his finger inside.

Wooyoung grimaced at the foreign feeling. He buried his face in San's marred neck, licking and sucking at the bumpy skin that drove him so mad. His body and mind resisted the intrusion, even when he told himself it was fine. Only when San reached in far enough to graze a spot that felt good, Wooyoung moaned in surprise. His head lolled and San cradled him as he eased his finger back and forth, tickling at that place that opened up Wooyoung's insides for him so he could rock back into the touch and get more of it. Soon, he relaxed into San's grip and his sweet sounds continued in the darkness.

"There you go," San praised him as he nudged a second finger against Wooyoung's rim. "It will pay off, I promise."

"Maybe you're just bad at it," Wooyoung scoffed, bucking his hips to make up for the discomfort by mixing his fluids with San's to coat them in a sticky mess. San twitched in his palm but they were far from done, so Wooyoung didn't taunt him too much. 

"You'll eat those words soon enough," San mocked him back. His second finger entered, stretching Wooyoung uncomfortably. With a groan, he dropped his head against San's shoulder.

"Shit."

San spent some time easing him to the feeling, but his patience was limited. Soon, before either of them could come prematurely, he retreated his fingers and drowned Wooyoung in another deep kiss. 

"It's easier if you turn around," he suggested and guided Wooyoung along when they shuffled to get comfortable. He could hold on to the shelves and San helped him with his pants so he could widen his stance without taking them off. Too risky. Or rather, not Wooyoung's style to run into a fight naked. 

The shelf shuddered as Wooyoung braced his hands on it. Heat simmered in his cheeks at being so exposed to San, but it spun into a rush of exhilaration when the raider's bigger body pressed up against Wooyoung from behind. The shape of him against Wooyoung's ass sparked second thoughts for a mere moment. How the fuck would that fit? But before he hadn't tried, Wooyoung wouldn't back down. 

San rubbed himself against Wooyoung's soft flesh, similarly awed. The touch of his infested skin was maddening and Wooyoung barked at him to get moving when things took forever. Only then, San guided himself to his entrance. When the wet, squishy tip kissed at Wooyoung's entrance, he held his breath.

Cautious, so he wouldn't startle Wooyoung, San leaned into him. The heat of his body loomed over Wooyoung, making his knees soft under his weight, but he didn't buckle. Held up by the shelf, he strained against the pain. San felt too big for him, as if the stretch might rip him apart. At first, Wooyoung swallowed the pain, but he couldn't hold back his whimper when San only kept going and no end was in sight. The pain persisted.

"It hurts," Wooyoung gasped, body tensing against the purposeful damage he did to his health. His legs quivered in an effort not to pull away, to continue with his idiotic decision.

"Hold out," San gritted through a groan. "We're almost there." He rocked his hips in a minuscule thrust as if to ease the discomfort, but the friction felt as if ripping on Wooyoung's cramped insides. He stifled a wail by biting into his arm, body tautening to pull away. A moment later, he shoved at San's chest when he still kept trying to force Wooyoung's hips down on him.

"I said it hurts, you piece of shit!" 

Finally, San halted to consider him. In the dark, he could make out the hair hanging into Wooyoung's grimaced features and his body recoiling from the agony. 

"Fuck," San uttered as he pulled back out. Even this hurt, but at least it was a releasing pain, like drawing a splinter from one's flesh. Wooyoung exhaled as he leaned into the shelf, catching his breath. 

"I hated that. Let's never do it again," Wooyoung gritted. Though San seemed like he wanted to protest, he wasn't the one taking it, so he wisely shut up. He brushed an apologetic kiss against Wooyoung's temple as he embraced him from behind. His arousal still raged while Wooyoung's had shriveled at the pain.

"Then you pick what you want to do," San pleaded, not up for hurting Wooyoung more when they didn't need to. There were many other options and Wooyoung's mind immediately sparked one.

"I know just the right thing," he grinned as he patted down his pockets. He had stocked up on tissues earlier and spat into one to clean off San's dick. He couldn't really see in the dark if anything was stuck on there, but better safe than sorry. Then he chucked the wipe aside and dropped to his knees between San and the shelf. Frozen, the raider stared down at him.

Wooyoung tucked his hair behind his ear in a cheeky swipe. He wrapped the other hand around San, moving it slowly to get the blood back moving. 

"Do you like this?" Wooyoung asked as he leaned closer. His first tentative lick against San's discolored flesh rewarded him with a hand fisting into his hair. San stifled a groan and though Wooyoung's backside throbbed, this was much better than to continue forcibly. His fingers quickly figured out how to squeeze and skim to make San grunt out praise, and the smugness that filled Wooyoung's chest made up for their blunder. 

"Please," San asked, so polite. His free hand stemmed against the shelf, rattling it, the other one guided Wooyoung's head closer. The fungus felt funny under his tongue, creating patterns that he traced with his tongue until San breathed out curses. Wooyoung took his sweet time, and San didn't dare berate him as he explored. Everything was new but exhilarating and the discoloured flesh disappearing between Wooyoung's lips even more so. He was obsessed with it.

Ultimately, the musk cloying his senses got Wooyoung moving. He ran his hand up San's toned stomach and chest, encompassing all of his skin, infested and not. As his lips wrapped around San's tip and he tilted his head to take him deeper, the heat returned to his own belly.

"Shit, Wooyoung," San grunted. His trembling fingers massaged into Wooyoung's scalp as he took San as far as he could without gagging. Just like earlier, he played his tongue around the underside, bobbed his head in sucking motions, and perhaps he was awful at it, but it was enough to make San's legs tremble. 

The hand that didn't roam San's body worked the rest of his length. As he settled in, Wooyoung got bolder, skimming the danger of his teeth over San's flesh and hollowing his cheeks. The taste was foreign, but not too bad. With lidded eyes, Wooyoung submitted to it as he relished the healthy pulsating of San inside his mouth. 

A sudden crash startled them into silence. Wooyoung pulled off with spit-slicked lips and looked around. Similarly spooked, San strained his ears, but nothing moved.

It took them an embarrassingly long moment to realise San's force had rattled the frame enough to topple a box out. The contents spilled on the ground behind them.

Silence spread throughout the room as they listened for their companions to wake up. Only now, Wooyoung realised how obscene their moaning and squelching bodies had been. He sat, head hanging low in shame, but no one stirred.

After another moment, San huffed a laugh.

"Get up here so I can do you, too. As much as I enjoy this, I don't wanna risk waking the others." He lost himself in a mutter and all too gladly, Wooyoung got to his feet. His dick was heavy again, and when San wrapped his hand around the two of them, it twitched in eager anticipation. The heat in Wooyoung's stomach finally unravelled, and he clutched to San's shoulders as they panted against each other's lips.

Wooyoung surged into a kiss and San met him, tongues tangling while their bodies desperately rutted into each other. They stifled each other's moans as Wooyoung came first, twitching as his white come soiled the dark of San's infested skin. He shuddered, but San's arms kept him upright and his kiss swept the floor from under Wooyoung's feet as he let himself fall into the feeling. Growing limp in San's arm must have triggered something inside him because he followed closely behind, adding to their mess as he suppressed a groan between their lips.

As he worked them through their last trembles, San's kisses became mellow. Their lips dragged and their exhaustion caught up with them. Only slowly, they pulled apart and Wooyoung felt so cozy and warm, so ready to sink into bed and sleep for a whole day.

San was coherent enough to clean up, and by the time he zipped up his vest, Wooyoung also sorted his clothes. They lingered for another kiss.

"Sorry for hurting you," San breathed once they pulled apart. 

Wooyoung gave him a drowsy grin. It was late, so San didn't bother redoing his bandages. Wooyoung counted it as a win that he was comfortable this way.

"All forgiven, but if I limp tomorrow, you better come up with a good excuse," he muttered. 

"I will."

Together, they snuck out of their secret spot that smelled of bodies and sex and returned to their cots. No one else had woken, and they didn't lose as much time as Wooyoung had feared as they curled up in their respective bunks. 

Wooyoung wanted to lie awake and bask in the ghost of San's touch and his pleasure, but his body took that from him. Soon, he slumbered deeply to catch some well-earned rest.