dainuhsoar | I've drowned and dreamt this moment

title: I've drowned and dreamt this moment
rating: nc-17
pairing: dongwoon x kikwang
wordcount: 2,522

summary: kikwang and dongwoon are partners. in more ways than one. (secret agents au)

notes: first part of a secret agents au. title from Adele's 'skyfall'.

it's not compulsory for them to flirt like that and dongwoon wishes kikwang would quite stop it. he'd like kikwang to god, stop flirting with that vapid girl (you don't even like girls, kikwang, Christ) turn around and look at me. can't you feel me staring at you? i'm staring at your ass, kikwang. turn around and look at me. look at me. won't you please just look at me? but kikwang doesn't even twitch, his back still to dongwoon, hands still moving animatedly, eyes still baring into the girl's own brown eyes.

dongwoon sighs, runs a hand through his hair in frustration. he turns back to face the bar, resting elbows on the counter top and burying his face into his rough palms. he scrubs his face once, twice, before turning back around to watch kikwang again.

he has her hand in his. he's fingering her fingers. he's smiling between her fingers now, pressing soft lips to her hand, particularly close to the huge diamond ring on her ring finger. she giggles. insipid, dongwoon thinks vindictively. he grits his teeth and sucks a breath in, trying to keep his blood from boiling. kikwang lifts his head from her fingers and grins brightly, eyes disappearing into crescents and showing off his pearly white teeth.

---

teeth knock against teeth as dongwoon's arms go around kikwang's waist and kikwang's legs go around dongwoon's waist. dongwoon's moan is muffled as their lips close around each other, hungry and desperate and quite meaningless with all its roughness. but dongwoon isn't complaining. as long as their skin is sealed together and their arms are around each other and oh, god, is kikwang hard already? dongwoon reveals teeth in their kiss again as he grins smugly. kikwang growls softly and nips his bottom lip, thrusting his hips shallowly. dongwoon decides not to comment and shoves kikwang roughly against the wall. kikwang scrabbles as if dongwoon is a ledge he has to hang on to for dear life, he digs fingernails into dongwoon's shoulders and leaves crescent-shaped (like the shape his eyes disappear into whenever he smiles, his smile) marks.

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when kikwang returns, he's smiling like a satisfied cat. he pats dongwoon's thigh, as if asking dongwoon to make space for him, pauses and slides onto the barstool next to him instead. he doesn't order a drink but he doesn't look at dongwoon too. dongwoon slides his glass towards kikwang, who glances at it and shakes his head.

"the diamond's fake." kikwang reports. "it's so fake, i can't believe she hasn't found out yet. i mean, i thought i was stupid but she is an absolute airhead. for someone who has a golden bathtub and a safe full of jewels, i'm surprised she can't tell the difference between a fake diamond and a real one." dongwoon snorts, and kikwang continues, "it's her engagement ring, apparently. she's engaged but still 'available'," kikwang sniggers. "so, anyway, now we know her fiancé is the one we're looking for... dongwoon-ah?"

dongwoon bites back the comment tipping at his tongue, a comment about how kikwang is also pretty much totally attached but still whoring himself out so willingly. he just cocks an eyebrow and grunts in acknowledgement. he slides off the barstool and makes to put an arm around kikwang's waist when the latter joins him, but realizes the brown-eyed girl is staring at kikwang from across the bar, and retracts his hand unhappily. kikwang glances up at him and then flashes a charming smile to the girl, who blushes and wriggles her fingers in a i'm-so-posh-waving-is-overrated-i'll-just-wriggle-my-diamond-ringed-fingers way.

"shouldn't you go on over and talk?" dongwoon asks, trying to keep the gruff out of his voice but failing.

kikwang shrugs. "the information we need-"

"just to make sure she doesn't think you're suspicious." dongwoon cuts in. "i think you should."

kikwang frowns and crosses his arms. "i'm the one in charge of the mission here so i'll make the decisions, all right? there's no need to continue conversing with her, she's dull. i'd much rather you take me up to our hotel room and strip me and then kiss me everywhere."

dongwoon stares at kikwang, stunned by how serious he is about it. images flash through his mind before he blinks, shrugs, and walks away from kikwang, hands stuffed in his pockets.

---

pockets are turned inside-out as dongwoon digs from the room card-key. profanities linger in his shallow breaths as kikwang groans, knees buckling suddenly and tugging both of them south-wards jerkily. dongwoon tries to hold kikwang up as he pats kikwang's pockets for the card-key. he finds it and with shaky hands, jams the card into the slot.

he almost forgets to tug the card out again in his haste to drag kikwang in.

he carefully lays kikwang out on the bed before locking and latching the door. kikwang's face is pale and his fists are clenched as he tries to get into a sitting position, gasping when he sees the blood from his leg seep deep into the white sheets, painting a pool of red.

kikwang looks up at dongwoon with desperation. "dongwoon-ah..."

dongwoon takes his pocket knife out and tears the left leg of kikwang's denim jeans. he feels kikwang's warm hands on his shoulders. he pulls the fabric off kikwang's leg, and there in his thigh is a shallow hole, the metal bullet glints dully, and blood pours out and ruins the sheets and run down kikwang's leg like tears. kikwang gasps in pain when dongwoon lifts the injured leg onto his lap.

"i'm sorry, hyung, please bear with it."

kikwang nods, lips pale. he squeezes his eyes shut and dongwoon takes a deep breath before plunging tweezers in and plucking the crushed metal out with jerks that make even dongwoon wince. kikwang makes a rough screaming sound in his throat. dongwoon's heart clenches achingly and he leans over to kiss kikwang's lips softly, as if that'd solve anything. kikwang smiles in appreciation and kisses back weakly, never letting a chance to catch dongwoon's lips pass.

his thigh is still bleeding and he's in so much pain it's making his insides squirm and shrivel and scream; it's making his head hurt with the effort to not think about it. he should do something about the hole in his leg, cover it up or stitch it up or something to at least mitigate the pain. but kikwang thinks kissing dongwoon is much more important, missing out on kissing dongwoon is even more painful than a bullet through his flesh. so he winds arms around dongwoon's neck and pulls in for a deeper kiss, the pain searing his skin and head but only numbly, because dongwoon's lips against his is even more searing.

of course dongwoon eventually pulls away, worried and fussing.

---

"donggeun-ssi, won't you introduce your friend to me?"

dongwoon raises his eyebrows at kikwang, donggeun? kikwang avoids his gaze and smiles at the girl. his hand itches to loop through dongwoon's arm, to show her he's mine so fuck off.

"this is minhyuk. minhyuk-ah, this is-"

"lee sunhwa, daughter of lee minki and heiress to the jeweller company?" dongwoon's smile is bright and handsome and he offers a hand like a gentleman. kikwang tries not to scowl at him.

the girl laughs, hand demurely covering her mouth, other hand showing off her diamond ring as she shakes his. god, won't she ever get sick of that? dongwoon thinks. she offers them drinks and gestures for them to sit by her. kikwang is just about to object when dongwoon plonks down next to her, unsuitably close. unsuitable because only kikwang gets to have his leg pressed up against dongwoon's, and he almost pouts, almost scowls, almost tears her away so he can squeeze between them. he sits on dongwoon's other side, fingers playing a silent melody on his own knee as he resists tapping against dongwoon's thigh.

"donggeun tells me you two are here for the rock convention," she wrinkles her nose in distaste. "why are two fine young men such as yourselves going to a exhibit about rocks?"

dongwoon fails to point out that she sounds like an old ahjussi when she referred to them as 'two fine young men'. he just smiles, emulating kikwang's eye-smiles, and shrugs carelessly, "donggeun is the one more interested in the rocks." he turns to kikwang, who's clearly thinking about something else because his face expresses surprise. he raises his eyebrows and nods, "oh, yes. there was a collection of stones that resemble bread, did you see it?" he's speaking to the girl.

"no, i didn't go to it. i'm only here to accompany my fi-" she pauses, purses her lips, as if considering whether to tell dongwoon if she's engaged or not. as if telling him of her status will lower her chances of sleeping with him tonight. fact is, her chances can't be any lower already. "my fiancé," she finishes, clearing her throat and straightening her back. "he's an archaeologist. you will get along well with him, donggeun-ssi."

kikwang nods and smiles. from the very beginning, the girl had no qualms in revealing her engaged status to kikwang, indicating that she has no interest in him. she has slight interest in dongwoon, apparently, with her hesitance to tell him she has a fiancé and can't bed him because she has a fiancé and oh, there she goes again, twinkling her fingers and showing off the ring her fiancé had given her, oh, did she mention she has a fiancé? or maybe she doesn't even care that she's engaged because with the way she's flipping her hair over her shoulder and fluttering her eyelashes- it's like she's trying to lure dongwoon to her bed already.

"which country does he base at?" kikwang asks.

she turns to him distractedly. "hm? oh, i don't know. he says he moves from country to country."

"mm, plenty of wonderful sites near Mexico." kikwang says. "say, would your husband- i mean fiancé know how to tell the difference between a real diamond and a fake one?"

her hand moves instinctively to the diamond on her ring. "he does. he showed me samples once. it's complicated."

"is it? because my sister got engaged recently as well and i want to make sure her fiancé isn't a jerk who buys fake diamond rings."

the girl frowns and starts tweaking the ring on her finger from side to side distractedly. "are you trying to imply something, donggeun-ssi?"

kikwang gives his best perplexed look, tilting his head to one side and furrowing his eyebrows. "no? if you mean i'm trying to imply that your diamond's fake, i'm not. i wouldn't dream of it. it looks lovely." he flashes a smile. "could i speak to your fiancé, by any chance?"

her face relaxes but she doesn't look convinced. "i'll try. he's been busy." she turns back to dongwoon. "what do you do, minhyuk-ssi?"

"i'm a writer, and actually, it'd be useful for my writing if i could ask your fiancé a few questions."

"oh, well then. i'll do my best." she smiles smugly, as if the deed is already done.

she'll try for kikwang and 'do her best' for dongwoon.

kikwang almost rolls his eyes.

---

eyelids flutter close as kikwang sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, swallowing the moan bubbling in his throat because jesus, the things dongwoon's tongue can do to him. kikwang stretches his neck back, allowing more milky skin for dongwoon to ravish, for dongwoon to press his lips and then his teeth and then his tongue against. he breathes heavily and grips kikwang's body closer to him. kikwang wraps his legs around dongwoon's waist and murmurs a litany of 'dongwoon' and 'fuck' and 'more, dongwoon', while dongwoon drops 'beautiful' and 'so good' and 'fuck' on to kikwang's slick skin, breath and saliva mixing with sweat. he breathes in deep and catches the salty scent of sweat, the sweet scent of soap and the musky scent that is kikwang. kikwang kikwang kikwang.

"still so tight, hyung." dongwoon hisses, jerking hips up to meet kikwang's. kikwang makes a choked noise and jerks his hips down to meet dongwoon's. "hyung, do you still sleep with other men and women? do you think of me and the bruises on your skin when you talk to them? do you imagine my lips on your cock when you press yours on their fingers?" his voice is rushed and aggressive. as much as the questions are simply talk to get kikwang moaning and hot and squirming, they're also questions dongwoon desperately wants answers to and kikwang catches that even through his haze of lust and too much and indulgence. kikwang presses open-mouthed kisses to dongwoon's shoulder and murmurs, "yes yes yes." into his neck.

dongwoon's grip on kikwang's thighs tighten, causing kikwang to cry out weakly, falling more and more apart as he tries to scrabble and pull his mind together. "hyung, you still sleep with other people even though you know you can't get any satisfaction unless it's with me? unless it's my cock you're taking in, unless it's my mouth saying your name, unless it's my hands on your skin?" to prove his point, he runs his hands down kikwang's sides roughly but making kikwang shiver and arch anyway. "it's like your skin is registered to my fingerprints, hyung. no one makes you feel as good as me, do they?"

"no." kikwang whispers. "no no no. dongwoon-ah, as much as i love you and your voice and how sexy your words are," he pulls back a little to catch dongwoon's eyes. "i really need you to just fuck me hard enough, i will still be able to feel you in the morning."

dongwoon gasps and nearly comes. he grins and wraps fingers around kikwang's cock and pumps in time with his faster and harder thrusts.

kikwang comes with a series of profanities punctured by dongwoon's name and ends with a long satisfied sigh. dongwoon slides his cock out and pumps himself to completion, coming into his hand. he lies down next to kikwang, tangling their legs together and swiping fingers across kikwang's sticky abs. dongwoon kisses the spot just under kikwang's chin.

"you can flirt as much as you want but promise not to sleep with them." dongwoon whispers because any louder and the peace will shatter.

kikwang leans back into dongwoon's chest and nods. "i don't want to."

"you don't want to promise?"

"no, i don't want to flirt or fuck with them." kikwang twists his neck slightly to press a soft kiss to dongwoon's lips, fleeting and momentary. "you can be so childish, dongwoon-ah, you know how i feel about you." he smiles sleepily, a look that never fails to make dongwoon's heart race like a fucking jackrabbit. dongwoon holds his breath and mutters, "i want to hear you say it." kikwang smirks and presses it to dongwoon's lips again. he takes dongwoon's hand and lifts it to his lips. and he breathes promises and 'i love you's and 'i'm yours' into his sticky fingers.

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