Chapter 5: On Chains

The chain was shorter tonight.

Seo-jin had shortened it himself, link by link.

Si-on had stood against the wall with his hands flat and his shoulders still rattling from the ride home.

Now it ran from the ring at his throat to a bolt in the headboard, and it left him room to kneel and nothing more.

He knelt in the middle of the grey bed, naked.

The knife had cut his torn uniform away in four strokes.

Seo-jin sat on the chair at the foot, fully dressed, with his jacket on and his gloves back on his hands.

"Du-sik is bruised," he said. "You broke a rib."

"Good."

"He says it was the best fight he's had in a year. He wants a rematch."

Seo-jin tilted his head.

"I left the key on the nightstand."

Si-on stared.

"You what?"

"I wanted to know which way you would run. You went to the shop first. Then to the friend."

The grey eyes did not blink.

"Not to the police, not to a train. You are loyal in a stupid direction. I will use that."

"You set me up," Si-on said.

"I opened a door. You walked through it."

"You fucking..."

"You broke my rule," Seo-jin said, quite softly. "Not without Du-sik. I gave you one."

Si-on's chain clinked as he lunged to the end of it.

It caught him by the throat and snapped him back onto his heels, and he glared and coughed.

Seo-jin got up.

He took off the gloves, finger by finger, and laid them on the chair.

"You're going to learn the length of it," he said.

He climbed onto the bed behind Si-on, one knee on either side of his calves.

The heat of him came down Si-on's back, and a hand slid around his ribs and spread flat across his stomach.

"I'm not going to touch your cock tonight."

"What?" Si-on said.

"Not once."

Si-on's skin went tight from his nape to his heels.

"Then what are you..."

A mouth closed on the side of his neck, under the leather.

The teeth were light and then they were not, and Si-on jerked and the chain pulled.

The hand on his stomach dropped lower, passed his cock without touching, and cupped the inside of one thigh.

It pushed his knees apart.

"Wider."

"Go to hell," Si-on said.

"Wider, Si-on."

It was the first time he had said the name that way.

Si-on opened his legs.

He was already hard, painfully so, and the cold air touched the wet head of him.

Seo-jin reached beside the pillow and came back with a small black bottle.

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