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THE PULSE OF THE BASS in the club beats in tandem with Nam-gyu’s heart. He circles around the crowded space of the VIP room, trying, to the best of his ability, to tend to his loyal customers. He rounds the corner of a couch, fingers brushing against the leather of it, hastily dropping a bag of powder onto the waiting customer’s lap. This one is some high-profile actor he’s seen in a few movies - The type of person that only comes to this type of club for one thing. Club Pentagon was a B-list club at best. Most of the famous faces that graced its presence were rising stars and nose-diving celebrities. You didn’t see someone like this man often, not unless they had nowhere else to go. Either this man knows his career is about to tank, or he’s used up his resources at all the other places he can get his fix.
Nam-gyu only gives the man a side-long glance as he walks off. The man in question is immediately grabbing at the baggie with slender fingers, tearing it open, dipping a finger into it. Nam-gyu bets, then, that the man probably just used up all his money elsewhere. Club Pentagon has the cheapest drugs around… And the shoddiest ones, too. But it has a loyal customer base, and a revolving door of new flavors on the market.
Nam-gyu’s eyes drift to someone much more important to him than the actor he’s left behind. Thanos sits on his own couch, surrounded by a gaggle of loyal girls. One on his lap, and he’s got a hand up her skirt. One on each side of him. Two behind the couch, bending over the back of it to show off the way their tits hang out of the collar of their low-cut tops. One girl, a fake-blonde with a freckle on her cheek and too many teeth in her smile, practically falls onto him as he tells some joke that’s definitely not funny. Nam-gyu bites at the inside of his cheek, digging around in his pocket for the supply that Thanos ordered.
Thanos requested the new flavors in question. He always does. He always wants the best new thing on the market, fuck whatever it might do to him. Nam-gyu’s heard all sorts of stories in his time pushing drugs for this place. People go blind and die on this new shit all the time. A product that normally would take a handful of pills to disable takes only two with the new enhancements they pump into each new rendition. Most people started to shy away from the new products when the stories started coming out. Beloved actor on deathbed after too much partying! Popular Idol forced to rehab after overdosing in club bathroom!
Thanos wasn’t scared, though. Nam-gyu wasn’t, either. Maybe that’s why he couldn’t stay away from him.
Nam-gyu keeps his movements sly as he approaches Thanos. He wants to keep this as short as possible, he knows that much. The girl on Thanos’ lap slips a whoops out of her mouth as she “accidentally” pulls her skirt up too high. Thanos doesn’t seem to mind the view he gets from the motion. The girl’s trying too hard, though. He’s not going to take her home, just feel her up and then tell her that she’ll get her chance next time.
Thanos takes many girls out of the club. Nam-gyu doesn’t know where he takes them, but he does know that they don’t get to go to Thanos’ house. No girl is graced with a view of what Thanos’ apartment looks like - No one is. Not even Nam-gyu, and the two of them have been fucking for at least six months.
The girl on his lap not-so-subtly grinds against him. Nam-gyu seethes, brushes past them, drops a bottle of pills on Thanos’ lap. It falls in between him and the girl on top of him. She looks down at it, eyes widening, and then she stumbles off of him and runs off. Looks like she’s not fit for the party life. Not many of them really are.
Thanos’ drug use is more of a rumor than anything. Tabloids eat it up, but despite many investigations, it’s never been proven. Club Pentagon is careful that way. Thanos is careful that way, too. There’s only two things he’s careful about keeping secret - His drug use, and his affair with Nam-gyu.
Nam-gyu didn’t mind it at first. He didn’t mind the promises that one day, they’d get to be something. He held out hope. He went home and listened to Thanos’ music and shoved a needle into his arm and imagined the day they’d be something real. Thanos always just told him to wait a little longer. Wait until his career evens out. Wait until Korea gets a little more forgiving. It’s been six months, and Nam-gyu is tired of waiting. Thanos’ career is evened out. He’s about to go on tour. Girls cling to him and giggle. The only reason he hasn’t moved onto clubs meant for higher ranking celebrities is because most of those don’t have what Club Pentagon has - Drugs for cheap.
Those nicer clubs have nicer drugs. They don’t have cheap drugs, and they don’t have experimental ones. Thanos gets too bored with the same ol’ pills and powders, though, he confessed to Nam-gyu one day. He wants the next big thing. He’ll never be satisfied.
Nam-gyu made sure to get him something new tonight. A little bottle of rainbow colored tablets, guaranteed to be the best high on the market right now. Thanos will let him know, at some point, if that gimmick is true or not.
Thanos doesn’t even look at him when he passes by. He watches the girl run off, but his eyes never drift to Nam-gyu, not even as a passing glance. He completely acts as though Nam-gyu doesn’t exist. That, piled on top of the already shaky balance of their relationship, sends pure anger through Nam-gyu… But on top of that, a devastating, empty feeling. Nam-gyu grits his teeth and paws at the fabric of his jeans, nails catching on a growing hole in them. He’s supposed to look presentable for work, but he can’t afford new jeans. It’s a good thing he’s a valued employee at this place. They let him get away with more than they really should.
He purses his lips, turning on his heel. If that’s how Thanos is gonna be, then Nam-gyu’s gonna be the same way back. He’s delivered all of his drugs now, so he has nothing to do but waste time for a little bit. He’ll have to make more rounds soon, but not right now. He surveys the VIP room, eyes squinting in the flashing lights. The bar’s booming with men and women alike, but Nam-gyu mostly keeps his eyes on the men. He learned, in his teenage years, that he’s not really all that into women. Better to just stay away from them.
Most of them are not that great looking, but then again, Nam-gyu’s taste has been soiled by a cocky purple-haired rapper. He never really thought he had a type, but he realized he likes men who make him feel like shit, for some reason. No need to dive into that.
He slips in beside a relatively good-looking younger guy, although he looks decidedly nothing like Thanos at all. The guy seems, at least, like he’s not going to call Nam-gyu a slur. So he’ll take it. Being gay in Seoul is better than in most other places in Korea, but still isn’t amazing. Still pretty taboo, although legal.
The guy looks up from the drink he was nursing almost immediately, and Nam-gyu is able to clock him then. The drink in question is glaringly flamboyant, with a little umbrella poking out of the top of it, so at least Nam-gyu knows he won’t get rejected. That’s pretty rare for his first shot with someone. Normally he gets at least three rejections before he gets a win.
He sweet-talks the guy a little, leaning against the bar. The guy ends up with a few free drinks in him, and then he’s drunkenly stumbling over his feet as he leads Nam-gyu to the dance floor in the VIP room. Nam-gyu isn’t much of a dancer, he’s more of a fuck-er, but he feels eyes on him and he knows they’re Thanos’. If this is what it takes to get the guy’s attention, then he’ll take it.
At least this guy, whatever his name is, doesn’t actually plan on really dating. He just grinds his ass against Nam-gyu’s cock and Nam-gyu’s fine with it. Nam-gyu puts real heart into it as he grinds back into it, just to get Thanos fired up. Just to get his attention. He’s not going to admit that, though. When Thanos comes to retrieve him, he’s going to put up a fight. Thanos is going to have to reel him in tonight if he wants something other than the cheap pussy those girls are giving out. Some nights, Nam-gyu is happy to bend over and arch his back and take whatever Thanos gives him. Tonight’s not one of those nights. He wishes Thanos would be willing to ever be the one to bend over and take it.
It doesn’t take as long as he thought it would for Thanos to come strutting over. Thanos plays it off so well when he comes to grab Nam-gyu, mumbling something about something broken in the bathroom. It’s all a ploy, though. Nam-gyu doesn’t say anything at first as he’s dragged to the bathroom. Thanos’ grip is tight on his wrist as he pulls, practically forcing Nam-gyu to stumble after him. Nam-gyu likes this, though. He likes the way Thanos doesn’t take no for an answer. He likes the way it hurts when Thanos fucks him.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Nam-gyu speaks up, the pulse of the bass in the club forcing him into a yell as he stumbles after Thanos, who’s picking up the pace of his walking. He knows what Thanos is doing, but he wants to hear him say it. He’s tired of Thanos fucking him and leaving him like that, tired of being forced to watch him touch random girls, dirty talk random girls. He wants to hear, from Thanos, what they are. Why they can’t be what he promised that they could.
Thanos pushes Nam-gyu into the men’s bathroom. It’s a nice, single-person bathroom. No chance of getting caught in here. But that’s what Thanos aims for, right? Not getting caught. It makes anger burn inside of Nam-gyu. How can Thanos be so okay with this? How can he enjoy keeping his feelings a secret?
Nam-gyu opens his mouth to air his grievances, watching as Thanos slams the door shut and locks it. He doesn’t have time to get more than a word out before Thanos is on him, pushing him back against the nearest wall. Nam-gyu trips over his feet, but Thanos is there, grabbing him, keeping him upright. Thanos’ fingers grab at his waist, gripping tight as he leans in to kiss Nam-gyu. It’s not graceful - It never is, for them. It’s always messy and uncomfortable, filled with painful clacks of teeth. A fight for dominance that neither of them is willing to give up. Nam-gyu normally does, just to keep the peace, but not tonight. He finds defiance within himself tonight, enough to want to try to win this fight for dominance against Thanos.
Thanos falters. He’s not used to Nam-gyu fighting back. Nam-gyu hasn’t in a long time, typically just choosing to do whatever Thanos tells him when they’re doing this, because it’s easier that way. They’ve had their fair share of fights, but never when they’re here, trying to have their way with each other. Normally after, and when that happens, Thanos just brushes him off. Maybe this is how they need to duke it out - The only way they know how.
Thanos forcefully deepens the kiss. Nam-gyu isn’t ready for it. He gasps and saliva escapes from his mouth, drips down his chin. He grinds against Thanos, hips sliding together, and finds Thanos already hard. Maybe he enjoyed watching Nam-gyu have someone else more than he wants to admit.
Nam-gyu pulls away first. He winces at the feeling of spit running down his chin, reaches to wipe his face off with one of his sleeves. Thanos tracks the motions with an odd, unreadable look in his eyes. Nam-gyu’s used to that by now, the weird looks that Thanos gives him, the looks that are virtually unreadable. Thanos is such a difficult person to try to understand that Nam-gyu has stopped trying.
“Get on your knees.” Thanos urges him, and a rush of deviance surges through Nam-gyu. He narrows his eyes at Thanos, bites back the urge to submit that comes along with his arousal. Thanos eyes him warily, confusion quickly taking place in his eyes to overshadow that odd look. Finally, he feels something that Nam-gyu understands. Thanos brings a hand up to Nam-gyu’s shoulder, pushing in a downward motion to urge him along.
“Why should I?” Nam-gyu bites back, words angry and filled with more venom than intended. Thanos’ eyes widen. Neither of them say anything for a long moment, and the hand on Nam-gyu’s shoulder goes slack. A stupid rap song shakes the club outside. Nam-gyu vaguely recognizes it as one of Thanos’ older songs, the one that had helped him rise to fame. No doubt, Thanos had asked for this song to be played. He’s so self-absorbed that he just does that, asks for his own music to be played and then pretends it happened all on its own.
“The fuck’s gotten into you, boy?” Thanos responds, not as cocky or playful as he would normally say something like that. He’s utterly dumbfounded, and that’s exactly what Nam-gyu wants. He wants Thanos to be confused. He wants Thanos to have to grapple for control. Thanos gets control so easily over everything else and Nam-gyu hates it. He’s jealous of it. He wants an ounce of control, just for a second.
Nam-gyu’s cheeks burn with something he hasn’t felt since he was a teenager. He crosses his arms over his chest, trying to cover up some part of this unfamiliar feeling that’s trying to overtake his defiance.
“If you want me to get on my knees, then you’re gonna have to make me.” Nam-gyu tries to sound confident when he says it, but his voice falters near the end. Something about this makes him feel like he’s been flayed open, forced to be exposed for everyone to see. He’s having to confront his insecurities about his relationship with Thanos and he doesn’t like it. Not even remotely. Why did he do this to himself?
Something devious overtakes Thanos’ face. He smirks, eyes lighting up, and then his hand tightens in its grip on Nam-gyu’s shoulder.
“Oh, we’re gonna be like that now? Fine, brat.” It’s like a switch has flipped in Thanos. He spews the words with such vitriol, and then he shoves forcefully at Nam-gyu’s shoulder. Nam-gyu gasps, stumbling as he tries to fight against the push. He manages to stay up, but just barely. Thanos doesn’t seem bothered at all by the fight now. If anything, he seems to enjoy it.
“You’re going to have to try harder than that, Su-bong.” Using Thanos’ real name is enough to get him going anytime Nam-gyu wants to piss him off. It gives the desired effect this time around, too. Thanos grits his teeth, changing his grip on Nam-gyu. He grabs Nam-gyu by the waist, fingers gripping tight enough to bruise, even though Nam-gyu’s clothes. Nam-gyu gasps as he’s suddenly spun to face the countertop in the bathroom, but he has no time to fight back before Thanos has him pushed against it.
Nam-gyu’s forced to stare at himself in the mirror there, the huge mirror that his manager insisted on installing in every bathroom. He looks a mess already, though the two have barely even done anything yet. Thanos smiles at him from over his shoulder, a devious look on his face.
“Bend over.” Thanos demands, stepping forward so that he’s flush against Nam-gyu. A gasp tears itself from Nam-gyu’s throat at the feeling of Thanos’ clothed cock pressed against his ass. Thanos doesn’t move, though. He remains there, pressed against Nam-gyu, waiting for Nam-gyu to do as he says. Nam-gyu doesn’t, though. His eyes find Thanos’ in the mirror, and then he shakes his head. It’s immature, not unlike something a child would do. Nam-gyu burns inside, and similarly, everywhere that Thanos touches.
Thanos takes hold of Nam-gyu’s hair, a handful of it tangling between his fingers, and then he shoves. Nam-gyu is forced down against the counter as a searing pain shoots through his skull, cock twitching in his pants. This is what he wanted. This is what he’s always wanted.
A hand reaches around to the front of him while one remains in his hair, holding tight. Thanos’ fingers masterfully undo Nam-gyu’s pants, reaching past the waistline of his boxers to retrieve his cock. Nam-gyu thrusts into the hold that Thanos takes on him, but it doesn’t last. Thanos tuts demeaningly down to him as his hand moves to take hold of Nam-gyu’s jeans and boxers. They fall down his legs soon enough, leaving him cold and exposed. Thanos ruts his cock against Nam-gyu once, then pulls away. It’s a painful loss. Nam-gyu attempts to chase him, but Thanos holds him tight against the countertop. Even the smallest of motions has pain rushing through him, tears bubbling in his eyes.
“Ah- Fuck- Please-” Nam-gyu can only choke out small words now, in this vulnerable state he’s found himself in. It’s embarrassing how quickly he drops his fight, how quickly he becomes willing to arch his back and take what Thanos gives. Thanos doesn’t drop his act, though. He sighs from behind Nam-gyu, and Nam-gyu can only move his head enough to get a small glimpse at the man behind him.
“Already done?” Thanos almost sound pitying, but there’s a rougher edge around it. Something mean. Nam-gyu tries to shake his head, eyebrows furrowing. Stinging pain comes from the motion, and Nam-gyu’s barely able to move enough to get his point across.
“No-” Nam-gyu tries to come up with something to say. Anything. He can hardly get a word out before there’s a harsh slap echoing through the room. It takes a moment for him to process the pain that comes with the sound. Stinging pain rises to the surface of his ass and he gasps, surprised and shocked and even more turned on all at once. Thanos just spanked him. The realization sends arousal coursing through him.
“No?” Thanos taunts down at him. Nam-gyu feels something new bloom inside of him - Embarrassment. Vulnerability. He moans, an unconscious motion, and his cheeks burn. There’s a wet sound. For a long moment, the room is embarrassingly motionless. Nam-gyu is forced into a position where he can do little movement, stuck bent over like a whore. He tries to focus on the stupid club music thumping outside, the shine of blue LED lights down onto him. The bathroom is dark, the whole club is designed to be, with just enough colorful LED to make it so that there’s no real safety hazards.
Nam-gyu presses his cheek against the coolness of the counter beneath him. It provides a small, nice reprieve from the burn of his entire body.
That reprieve doesn’t last long, though. Thanos’ fingers prod at his hole suddenly, slick and wet as one of them pushes inside of him. It’s fast, just like always, and sudden. A moan punches itself from Nam-gyu’s throat just from the surprise of it, but one finger serves to do little for him. He tries to grind back against it, but Thanos’ grip in his hair is brutal. He’s unable to do anything other than rut embarrassingly against the side of the counter for some form of stimulation as Thanos fingers him open. Thanos likes to try to keep it fast, though not because he has Nam-gyu’s pleasure in mind. Everything is always about him, and Thanos doesn’t like waiting.
One finger becomes two, scissoring masterfully inside of Nam-gyu. Two becomes three. Thanos is impatient, but he makes sure Nam-gyu is adequately prepped. Likely only just to make sure there’s no reason he’d have to stop, not because he’s worried about Nam-gyu’s comfort. Nam-gyu doesn’t care either way. He likes when it hurts.
He’s getting to the point of it becoming painful now, only because of how hard he is, how badly he needs Thanos. He reaches around himself as Thanos’ tip catches against his rim. His fingers curl around his cock, a beautiful reprieve from the little stimulation he’d been receiving before. His other hand finds its way onto the countertop, fingers gripping at nothing as Thanos slicks himself up with spit and then slides inside.
Thanos isn’t the slow type. He’s not the loving type. He pushes himself in fully, only giving Nam-gyu a second to try to acclimate to the feeling of it. Nam-gyu grapples for purchase against the counter, hand moving on his cock to catch enough precum to be able to find a real pace. The stretch of Thanos’ cock isn’t comfortable - It never is. It stings as Thanos begins to move after only a few seconds, pulling all the way out and thrusting back in brutally. Nam-gyu jolts, groaning at the roughness of it. He should be prepared for it by now, but it always seems to take him by surprise every time.
“Hah- Thanos…” Nam-gyu practically has to force the words out. He feels fucked-out even though Thanos just started, but it’s hard not to. The drag of Thanos’ cock is rough inside him, the press of his tip to Nam-gyu’s prostate with every thrust even rougher. Thanos’ hand comes up to take Nam-gyu’s waist in his grip, fingers pressing tight once more. Nam-gyu hopes it bruises. He hopes his scalp is still sore tomorrow.
Thanos says something that sounds teasing, something likely equally as demeaning, but Nam-gyu can’t focus on it. All he can focus on is the pull of his hair, the punishing pace Thanos sets with his cock. He pulls out fully, stays like that for a second, then thrusts back in forcefully. It’s rough, bordering on miserable, but Nam-gyu loves it. His cock jumps in his hands with every thrust of Thanos’ cock inside him.
A rap song shakes the walls around them. The lights in the bathroom flash. Nam-gyu was so angry before, but now all he can think about is how happy he is. His thoughts pulse with every bump of the song outside. Thanos. Thanos. Thanos.
It’s all he can think about. It’s all he’s ever been able to think about. He thinks that Thanos may be all he’ll ever be able to think about.
He fucks into his hand at the same pace that Thanos fucks into him. It’s mind-numbing, the way Thanos fucks him like an object rather than a human. Maybe, after this, he’ll feel embarrassed over that fact. Maybe he’ll play hard to get. Or maybe he’ll keep running back to him, just as he has for the past six months.
Thanos speeds up behind him. The hand removes itself from his waist, comes down to slap at his ass again between Thanos’ thrusts. It comes down once, twice, three times in tandem, no doubt painting him bright red. He moans with each hit of skin against skin, drool dribbling pathetically down his face. He’s been reduced to nothing, he always is when he’s with Thanos.
Thanos fucks into him particularly rough once, and Nam-gyu’s orgasm tears through him then. He groans with the force of it, body tensing as the waves of pleasure wash over him. Cum paints his hand and his shirt and the edge of the counter, but he pays no mind to it. He can only focus on the way his legs shake, the way Thanos fucks into him erratically.
He goes lax a moment later, body spent from the force of his orgasm and being fucked entirely. Thanos raises his head up, forcing him to look at himself - The spit that’s ran down his chin, his hand clawing for purchase against the countertop, the mat in his hair where Thanos’ hand is, the tears that slipped out of his eyes without him realizing. He looks terrible. Shame burns inside of him, but alongside that comes pleasure. Thanos is the only person who can tear him apart like this. Nam-gyu’s just forced to put himself back together afterwards.
Overstimulation takes him over quickly. Every thrust sends him reeling, face contorting into an uncomfortable wince from the treatment. It’s not fun now that he’s came. At the very least, though, it seems like Thanos is almost done.
“See what I do to you?” Thanos mutters, more of a groan than actual words. Nam-gyu can’t even nod, can’t bring himself to speak. He tries to come up with something to say and an odd, wordless noise slips from his lips. Thanos seems to take it as an affirmation, at least. He pushes Nam-gyu’s face back down into the countertop, forcing his cheek against it. It’s not cool anymore, it’s warm and wet from the tears and the drool and the heat of Nam-gyu’s face.
Thanos pushes himself back in one last time, all the way to the hilt, and comes with a low groan. As soon as he’s done, he pulls out. Thanos has never been one for aftercare or anything like that. Nam-gyu isn’t surprised. He just has to force himself to remain standing once Thanos steps away from him, which proves to be a feat. Cum runs uncomfortably down his legs. Nam-gyu winces, but Thanos pays no mind to it. Nam-gyu lifts his face up to watch him in the mirror, watching the way Thanos smooths down his hoodie, readjusts his pants.
Nam-gyu stays collapsed for a moment longer, but he knows he can’t stay like that for long. He pushes himself up, arms and legs shaky. He has to support himself with one hand on the counter as he uses the other to awkwardly pull his boxers and pants back up. Thanos stares at him for a long second, then reaches up to unzip his jacket.
“Shit, man. Look at your shirt. Gross.” Thanos mutters, half playful, the other half unreadable. He almost sounds a bit remorseful, but Nam-gyu knows that can’t be right. Thanos has never been sorry for anything. Nam-gyu looks down, frowning as he’s greeted with the sight of his extremely soiled shirt. Cum paints the bottom of it. He groans - He should’ve been more careful with keeping it out of the way. Hard to do that when he can hardly think, though.
“Shit.” He sighs out, immediately turning to get the sink started. No way this is coming out, but at least he might be able to get it to be harder to spot. His shirt is black, though… So it’s probably a lost cause. This is gonna be fun to explain to his manager.
Thanos moves behind him - He can barely see the motion in the mirror in front of him as he looks down at his shirt. Then, oddly enough, Thanos’ jacket is coming into his view. Nam-gyu looks up, eyebrows furrowed with confusion. Thanos pushes the jacket closer to him. It’s bright pink and already oversized on Thanos, so definitely going to swallow Nam-gyu, but better than nothing. Nam-gyu wordlessly takes it, motions slow to allow Thanos a chance to change his mind.
“Just take it, dude. My fault anyways.” Odd words to come from Thanos, but Nam-gyu knows better than to look a gift horse in the mouth. His fingers curl around the fabric of it. Thanos releases his grip on the jacket just as soon as Nam-gyu has it. Neither of them say anything, the air tense around them.
And then Thanos leaves. Nam-gyu tries not to think about what it could mean for him to be allowed to wear this - To soil it, considering what’s all over his shirt, what will no doubt smear all over the hoodie. He gnaws at the inside of his cheek, unsure for a long moment. Thanos doesn’t come back, though. This must not be some weird, fucked up joke.
Nam-gyu puts the hoodie on. At least it’ll be enough to get him out the door without too many eyes on him.