rabenhorst | [fic] Minho/Key – SHINee – Resurgence

Title: Resurgence
Author:

fonulyn
Rating: NC17
Warnings: infidelity
Pairing: Minho/Key
Characters: Minho, Key, OCs
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: Some mistakes can’t be avoided, even when they keep repeating over and over again. The thing is, Minho doesn’t even really want to avoid falling into the same old trap. That is what makes it Minho’s biggest mistake. What makes him Minho’s biggest mistake.
Comments: I bring thee a new minkey :3 for some reason I keep venturing out of my box of fluff ~~and smut~~ into angstier realms, but rest assured this will still have its share of fluffiness since I wouldn’t be me otherwise. this was… extremely emotional for me to write so I hope you will enjoy it!
oh, and if the beginning of this seems familiar, it’s because you’ve probably read it before! this fic is essentially an expanded version of this, elaborating on what happens after :3 so half of the first chap is previously released as that fic, the rest of it is all new.

sometimes loneliness takes on a human form
I know what I want, I know how little I can do
loneliness in your heart condensates into bitter little drops
that is the result, the reason, of loneliness

I am bound to you, you know, I never admit
I crave for your closeness, need your love
I am bound to you, and bound to you I remain
you say 'go!' and I leave but soon you see I never went anywhere

I wish I knew you better
maybe then, I would learn to know myself
and although I never left you
I'll come right back to you

I do not envy those who live double lives
sometimes I feel I can't even properly live a single one
@YT

Minho knows it’s wrong but right now he couldn’t give two shits about that. His fingers are carded into soft strands of hair as he pulls on them, forcibly turns the kiss rougher and deeper. Not that there’s much resistance, not when his companion is as willing as he is to get down and dirty together right now, right here.

Right now is during an official dinner party Minho’s boss has organized for his business advocates. The party Minho is – as the boss’s right hand man – supposed to be watching over so that everything works smoothly, so that every filthy rich guest gets what they want be it a new martini or some coated truffles that each cost more than a month’s salary for Minho. He is supposed to be out there smiling, bowing, being the invisible person that watches over everything, so that the party can be a success and he can earn that raise he’s been looking forward to for months.

Right here is in the coatroom, surrounded by the most expensive of coats and mink furs, carefully hung on the rails running from wall to wall. It’s dim, the only light coming from the small gap underneath the door. Out there it’s loud, people chattering and music playing, but inside the small room every single sound is slightly muffled until it feels like the sounds belong to another life, another universe.

The noisy party might be muted down by the thick oak of the door but it doesn’t mean that the delicious moans spilling from those kiss bruised lips are any quieter. Minho takes a moment to appreciate his handiwork, tracking a finger down the side of that pale face, over the protruding cheekbone and down to the reddened mouth. There’s a smirk as a response and Minho’s thumb is pulled into said mouth by a slick tongue, teased in a way that makes Minho feel like he might just burst in his pants from the images it creates in his mind.

There is nothing Minho wants more right now than to bend Kibum over and make him scream his name. He wants to grip Kibum’s hips and slam into his body time and time again, wants to take him raw and make him bleed for him until there’s no one else. He wants to mark him as his own, wants to come inside of him until he’s unbearably full, wants to etch dark bruises on that white skin.

The strangest thing is that he wants all that, yet he has no claim on Kibum whatsoever. Kibum is the unattainable prize, something he can never have for himself but keeps wanting until it burns him alive from the inside. He’s wanted Kibum from the first moment when he saw him in his boss’s study, on his knees and a dick down his throat, from when he quickly closed the door and fled the scene to try to pretend he didn’t see anything, and still jacked off three times to the visual in one night.

Ever since that day he hasn’t been able to look at Kibum without thinking back to that day and to how badly he wants to be in his boss’s shoes. If he didn’t know how rich the man is he would wonder what Kibum sees in a man more than twice his age, but it’s obvious there is no emotional factor to that relationship. Kibum has never tried to cover it up, unashamedly and unabashedly flaunting the fact that he’s basically a paid toy for one of the wealthiest men in the country.

It should be infuriating and completely off-putting, but it just makes Minho want him more. He pushes his thumb deeper into Kibum’s reddened mouth, earning himself a low moan with it. He presses down until it makes Kibum drop his jaw, something so sinfully seductive in that single action that it makes something snap.

Within seconds Minho is pushing Kibum down on the floor, coevally making quick work on his belt to get it open. Kibum’s hands are slightly shaky when he brings them up to help Minho shed his pants out of the way and somehow it makes Minho think that he’s not the only one who wants this with that all-consuming passion.

Nothing could’ve prepared Minho for what it feels like when Kibum closes his mouth around his erection and sucks him hard. It’s like a thousand fireworks behind his eyelids and he bites on his lower lip to keep himself from coming embarrassingly fast. Yet he can’t look away, his eyes glued to the sight of Kibum’s lips stretching thin around the girth of his cock when he takes him deeper into his mouth.

Soon Minho is fucking Kibum’s throat in short, helpless jerks of his hips, unable to control himself in the slightest. Kibum makes a protesting sound and grabs Minho’s wrist to push his hand off his hair, instead placing it on his shoulder as if to tell him to stay put. He doesn’t even try to pull back, though, instead focuses on breathing through his nose when Minho’s cock hits the back of his throat repeatedly.

If Minho thought he was in control of the situation he’s proven otherwise when suddenly the sensations are bereaved of him and Kibum pulls back completely and sits on his heels. He’s breathing harshly as he looks up at Minho from deep, dark eyes clouded with lust and something dies within Minho at that. “Fuck me.” Is the only thing Kibum mutters but it could as well be a gunshot in silence by the way it affects Minho.

Fuck me.

The slide of their bodies makes them both hold their breath as Minho finally pushes inside of Kibum in one smooth, continuous thrust. If he was jealous of the thought that someone else gets to have those incredible lips, that talented mouth, on a regular basis nothing could’ve prepared him for the gush of unadulterated envy that shoots through his veins when his hips slap against Kibum’s ass and he’s sheathed fully inside. Minho never knew himself as this violently possessive person he seems to be morphing into at this very moment.

So Minho stops thinking altogether, stops telling himself how this is wrong and this is dangerous and this is something he shouldn’t be doing in the first place. Instead he pretends that they’re not in a coatroom, fucking on the mink of some businessman’s wife like it belongs to them. He grabs Kibum’s thigh and hikes it up his waist, changes the angle and lets his hips snap forward with such unrelenting precision he has Kibum howling.

He can only hope that the music is so loud no one pays them any mind since God be his witness, Minho will not stop now to hush Kibum and make sure he’s quiet. Instead he tries to draw more of those sounds from Kibum, tries to make him come undone underneath him in a way he’ll remember months to come.

Even through his dress shirt Minho can feel Kibum’s nails on his back, dragging down in a way that would break the skin had there not been the layer of fabric in between. It makes Minho shudder and he surges down to claim Kibum’s mouths with his own, in a kiss that is far from perfect and bound to leave their lips bruised and swollen.

It’s rough and lacks finesse but Kibum is unravelling beneath Minho helplessly, coming undone without a single touch on his achingly hard cock. He whines high in his throat, a sound that Minho swallows right up, and bucks his pelvis upwards to show how badly he needs this, how much he wants to feel every single inch Minho has to give.

So Minho gives him everything. He fucks him hard, fast, unrelenting, and makes sure to hit home with each slam of his hips. Within that, he leaves behind a part of himself he never intended to let slip away.

Mere minutes later, Minho finds it hard to focus on the words that flow by him, but he keeps on smiling politely and nodding at all the right times. His suit is impeccable, his hair groomed back to perfection, and the only indication to his impromptu rendezvous mere minutes ago is the way his lips are reddened, the way his skin has a certain glow to it.

When he looks across the room he sees Kibum slip his hand in the crook of the boss’s arm and lean closer to him to whisper something in his ear. It sends a shiver of jealousy down Minho’s spine and he clenches his fist, lets his fingernails dig into his palm painfully. He watches as the old man possessively pulls Kibum to him and roughly squeezes his ass, right there in front of all the guests.

Kibum looks up and when his dark eyes catch Minho’s, he smirks.

Life is a series of choices: some of them good, some of them bad. Minho’s mother always used to tell him it doesn’t matter if you make mistakes. There will always be a chance to make things right again, even if by a bit. That is something Minho has always tried his hardest to believe in.

Especially when it comes to the mistake he knew he was making. The mistake he isn’t sure he could’ve resisted even if he’d tried.

But the thing is, he didn’t. Not really. He gave in and threw himself into it, regardless of the consequences.

That is what makes it Minho’s biggest mistake. What makes him Minho’s biggest mistake.

It’s when Minho dreams of that first encounter for the fifth time he realizes he is completely and utterly screwed. He startles awake in the middle of the night, so sweaty the black tanktop is drenched and clinging onto him like a second skin. Inhale. Exhale. He tries to even out his laboured breaths, feeling as if he’s run a marathon. There are still flashes of white skin, black sparkling eyes, the press of insistent fingers against his body and he could’ve sworn it was all too real to be just a dream.

Somehow he has managed to wrap himself into the sheets so badly it takes his sleepy mind half an hour to disentangle himself, once he feels like he can actually move a muscle again. He’s got the worst case of morning wood ever, but for a moment he considers trying to fall back asleep again and just will it away.

Needless to say, it won’t work. After a while of tossing and turning Minho gives up with a pained groan and rolls flat on his back. When he sticks his hand down the front of his pants and jerks himself off quickly and efficiently, all he can think of is how Kibum’s breath felt on his skin, how his pliant body moved underneath his own.

He knows he’s got it bad. Yet he tries to ignore it as he slips back into an uneasy sleep.

At first Minho thinks that it’s like an itch. If he scratches it, it will be gone and he can focus on other things. Alternately he needs to resist until he gets over it, ignore it for however long that takes. He’s never been the obsessive type before. He knows he can’t get everything and he’s always been satisfied with that, working for the things he wants and changing his goals once he realizes it’s not going to happen. This, this is all new to him.

Clearly, ignorance isn’t going to be an option. That much proves to be right when Kibum starts to appear at the office more often than before. Sometimes he brings the boss lunch, sometimes he simply drops by unannounced for whatever reason. It’s not like he never did that before, he’s been to the building enough times for everyone working there to recognize him. What’s different is that now he doesn’t waltz straight into the main office. No, now he stops on his way, purposefully, each time.

It feels to Minho he’s being tortured when Kibum slips into his office and instead of crossing it to the boss’s door he approaches Minho’s table, to exchange a word or two with him. It’s never more than “Is he busy?” or “Why don’t you take your coffee break, Mr. Choi?” but it’s not the words that drive Minho up the wall. It’s everything else.

To Minho, Kibum is already liquid seduction without doing anything. It’s enough he walks in, dressed in an expensive designer shirt and jeans that look like they’re painted on his lean legs, for him to capture all of Minho’s attention. Then there’s the way he looks at Minho through his lashes, the way he flips his black hair to the side nonchalantly, the way he darts out his tongue to wet his lips, the way his whole posture screams you want me but you can’t have me.

It’s driving Minho insane.

That’s mainly why he corners Kibum when he finally gets the chance, not caring that it’s in the office just behind the water cooler, where anyone might see. Thankfully, no one does. Yet all of Minho’s plans to talk this through and figure out an arrangement simply fly out of the window when he’s faced with the person he’s been dreaming of for weeks now, so close he can almost feel the warm breaths.

Instead he kisses Kibum. He pins him down against the wall and ravages his mouth, relishing the way Kibum’s fingers are grasping on the front of his white button-up, the way he eagerly responds to the contact. He only barely manages to tear himself away before he does something he’d regret. Kibum is looking at him in a way that makes his stomach twist and blood pool in his crotch, and before he even knows it he grabs Kibum’s wrist to pull him into the small kitchenette connected to his office.

There Minho bends Kibum over right next to the overpriced coffee maker, his grip tight in the hair in the back of Kibum’s head. They kiss once more before Minho practically presses Kibum face first against the flat surface, his own body flush right against his. He’s met with virtually no resistance, only encouragement, as he kicks Kibum’s legs apart, pulls his clothes out of the way, fingers him until he’s trembling underneath him, desperate for more.

It’s like a reward then, finally connecting their bodies and fucking Kibum against the counter. Every single thrust presses them against the tabletop and Kibum is scratching it in his attempt to find something to hold on to. It’s hard, fast and messy, and there’s nothing refined in it. It’s like an explosion of sheer need, something that consumes them and burns them from the inside until they’re drowned in the final tidal wave of release.

They’re both panting harshly when Minho finally pulls back enough to break the connection between their bodies, allowing Kibum to straighten and turn around. He watches as Kibum first fixes his own clothes, brushes fingers through his hair to tame it, and then turns to meet the dark gaze directed right at him.

“You know,” Kibum begins, his voice rough around the edges and laced with something that makes Minho shiver. “I could give you my number.”

Minho can only look at him dumbly for a second, before giving a hasty nod. “Yes. Yes please.”

A grin stretches over Kibum’s reddened lips and he reaches out to smooth Minho’s crumpled shirt, straightening his tie. “I like your tie.”

Somehow the words seem like code to something else but Minho doesn’t manage to get a question out in time. Before he can react in any way Kibum squeezes past him, pats his butt and saunters off like he owns the place.

Sounds echo from the corridor, approaching his room and hurriedly Minho zips up his pants, hoping he’s at least somewhat presentable. No one comes in, though, so he spends the next fifteen minutes standing there, staring at the coffee maker as if it could give him all the answers he’s ever needed.

After their second encounter, it’s clear that this is far from over. More and more often they end up meeting after work hours, sneaking away into a hotel or into an empty office, or into the bathroom stall if it seems to be the handiest option. It’s like an obsession, both of them unable to keep their hands off of each other. It’s always quick, always passionate, always leaves them burning for more. Still they both manage to ignore the implications, how they’re obviously headed down a destructive path that promises nothing good.

It’s also getting increasingly hard for Minho to keep his cool during the working hours. Whenever Kibum passes his office he knows what is going on behind closed doors. He doesn’t need to hear the voices to know that Kibum isn’t there only to keep the boss company, isn’t only there to share a cup of coffee with him. Sometimes he keeps busy, buries himself in work so he doesn’t need to count seconds until Kibum comes out of that room again.

Every time they get together on those days, it’s rough. Minho wants to fuck Kibum just that much deeper, wants to erase his boss’s touch with his own, wants to draw the kind of moans from Kibum no one else has ever heard. He wants to prove – to whom, to himself or to Kibum, he doesn’t know – he is the one that matters. It’s like a drug how Kibum is so pliant under his fingertips, how he’s so responsive and how he urges Minho on with everything he does.

The more time passes, the more often they end up completely wrapped in one another. They never talk. All they ever do is fuck, the physical pleasure clouding out every rational reason why they shouldn’t be doing this. It’s the perfect arrangement, their dirty little secret that is never mentioned out loud.

Until Minho ruins it all. Until Minho wants more.

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(3027 words)

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again huge thanks go out to

neezoy for helping me polish the rough edges and make this a better story :)

this one is going to have eight chapters but be warned, some will be extremely short. due to the structure of the fic I preferred to divide it into several bits, instead of fewer and longer chapters. I will try to update frequently though, to make it up to the shortness! :)

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lmao; best comment award goes to...

OMG, thank you everybody. It's a great honor to win this award. /cries

that was hot. I freaken love possessive!minho. Well, possessive anybody. I guess it's a kink.
OMG! I HAVE FIGURED OUT MY FIRST KINK. LOOK AT WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO ME!!!
(honestly, idk if it's a good thing or a bad thing D:)

old men. ugh, old men who think they can have infants as their partners. disgusting.
but goddamn, Key, you sexy bastard. I would all kinds of wrong to have you *eyebrow wiggles*

naughty naughty naughty. doing these things at work? gosh, I love you so much for writing this ;_; lmao
WHAT IS SHAME?! KEY SURE DOESN'T HAVE ANY!

IHATEYOUIHATEYOUIHATEYOU. THIS IS SO GOOD ALREADY AND IT'S GONNA HAVE ANGST AND IT'S GONNA BE EVEN MORE AWESOME. UGHHHHHHHH.

what is a life? i don't need one. nope. i is doing fine hur in resurgence world.

Until Minho ruins it all. Until Minho wants more.
damn right he wants more. And I want more too :3

/hands tissues/ no no crying (yet)

YOU SHOULD BE PROUD OF YOURSELF. EMBRACE THE KINKINESS. IT'S BEAUTIFUL. lmao and I'm quite flattered I triggered that XD

yes, ugh, but then again who could ever resist Kibummie? it's impossible! he's irresistible!

I shall give you more :D I'm not sure if lj can handle posting rn, it's been super bitchy to me today :( but I could try.

thank you for reading and commenting, sweetie!♥

the world of kinks is beautiful

I know, right? ugh, just look at him.

...bastard. he knows what he's doing to us.

:( website glitches are so annoying. i hate them and i'm sorry you have to deal with it D:
/would do anything to help

<3 here, I want to leave you with one of my favorite gifs of Key.

...he's so perfect /cries

(hope my gifs don't make the website even more bitchy to you) ;_;

Edited 2012-09-03 18:05 (UTC)

asdfhgijknkn that gorgeous bastard amskldfnhkln ;---; <3333

seriously he is too hot to be true :( NO FAIR.

thank you~♥ and seems the gifs helped since it's working better, lmao. just posted second chappie!

(also hi fonulyn here who is too lazy to switch accounts)

can i just park my ass here??

...yea okay i will

asdnxjfknh what are you doing hereeeee but ofc ofc you're welcome to stay ;3

/CLINGS

this was omg jojo svsnjvskdfhnvsbjvsdfv
where is my fan bc IT'S HOT IN HERE??????????
so glad i finally got round to reading it \o/

Edited 2012-09-08 23:23 (UTC)

~~see I told you you should read my stuff lmao~~

no but really, thank you so much bb ;--; ♥ you can't even believe how happy it made me to see you had commented! :D I'm grinning like an idiot, haha.

NOW GO FIND THAT FAN OK. aren't you glad you have him for situations like this? 8D

whew! so HOT! what can i say? the tension between them is so strong i feel it. hehehe... i do feel Minho's dangerous desires, and i can understand that mind vs body turmoil. he feels so strong it's scary, and yet cannot pull a brake. it's the most exhilarating feeling and yet... i'm so scared for them both. can't blame him though. Bummie is just so - desirable.

hope it all works out for the best. i hope no one gets hurt. aish...

i will patiently wait for the next part. may the muses bless you with more inspiration.

thank you so much for your comment! ;-;♥

trust me, I can understand Minho very well. who would be able to resist Kibum!? it's an impossible feat, haha. he's just that good.

the next part should follow soonish! :3 hopefully work won't get too busy so I'll have time for updating~

damnnn lol sexyy ass hell :)

thanks! :D

kind of in a hurry rn but just to say, hell yes, can't wait to read more! it's intense, well written, it flows beautifully and has just the right atmosphere to it. love it!

ah thank you! I'm glad to hear that this managed to catch your interest :D more shall follow~

yes <3

haha yes indeed! ;D thanks for dropping by~

minho always wants more.. ^^

oho.. the forbidden fruit key..
XD

haha can you honestly blame him? XD

thanks for reading! :D

fuck my life i dont need it anymore *hing hing*

oh but you need your life still don't let go of it so easily! :3

thanks for reading! :D

not enough.not enough. This is just so smex. Well-written and just ugh! My minkey feels.
I want to read Kibum's POV, I wonder what he feels.

Thank you! :D I'm glad to hear you liked it thus far ;) ah and we will find out what Kibum feels too, but now quite yet :3 be patient!

[fic] Minho/Key – SHINee – Resurgence – Chapter 1/8

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