Sizzle Like Bacon

Any other time, the young pirate would be fuming with rage at the other’s words, but now that he sees Baekhyun behind bars, locked and forced into the small cell of his ship, he doesn’t feel threatened. He also doesn’t feel that incredible sense of satisfaction he thought he would. Taking down Baekhyun’s ship and crew should be celebrated, an accomplishment and a victory for Chanyeol. But he’s left with a strange taste in his mouth, knowing that he’s going to be handing the young man to his imminent death in just a few week’s time. 

Well, a job was a job. 

“Has anyone told you that you talk too much?” He asks, raising an eyebrow as he cocks his head. “I heard Minho tried to cut off your tongue last time. Too bad you killed him before he did,” he muses, standing up and moving to key in a number code into the cell’s keypad. Cold mist bursts from the walls inside Baekhyun’s cells, the temperature slowly beginning to drop inside the enclosed space. Torture through temperature was something they often did to victims, encasing them in small spaces while blasting scorching heat or mid-freezing air. Many embraced death slowly and painfully, but the pirate had no plans of killing Baekhyun just yet. 

“Oh he did.  But Minho never was the same after he lost his leg.  He got desperate and sloppy.  It wasn’t that hard, and well...  I consider it a favor to him really, putting him out of his misery.  Everyone in a couple lightyears knew he was gonna get shanked within the year anyway, or go on some mission he wasn’t good enough for and get himself blown up.”

He grunts softly as the cold drafts blow over him, crossing his arms over his chest and tensing up slightly.  Freeze him to death, huh?  Like waterboarding, but more effective.  Done right, with some suction from the vents, it could even make a person feel like they were suffocating in space.  He didn’t intend on showing weakness, though, so even as he quickly started to freeze, he gave Chanyeol a derisive sneer.

Feeding off of Baekhyun’s body incessant cries for more, he tapped the end of his ruler against the curved lollipop sticks lodged inside the younger male, giving them each a jostle. “My cock?” he repeated with an amused hum, tracing the words ‘Cum Hole’ in inky black over the pert curve of Baekhyun’s ass, and doodling a few more possessive and lewd phrases beside the first tag. He slapped each humiliating nickname written on the younger male’s ass with his ruler, the skin around the lettering glowing pink from abuse.

“Did you come here for more extra credit, then?” he asked, taking a seat on his office chair directly behind Baekhyun. Now that his height was lowered and hands aligned to the level of Baekhyun’s bent-over posture, he took the liberty to pull out the pops one by one and thicken the sticky-sweet syrup with a generous coating of lubricant. The clear gel adopted a faint blue color from the blueberry flavored candy, and only made his fingers stickier as he inserted a silver-capped bullet vibrator into his wanting hole. “Fifty sentences,” he said, handing Baekhyun a piece of paper and a pen while his free hand dialed the toy’s vibrations to low. “Of ‘I will be a good girl and focus on my studies instead of begging for cock.’”

Chanyeol has ventured entire constellations, and has never found anyone more annoying, dreadful or despicable like Baekhyun. He hated the other male, hated with a bright passion. Chanyeol cannot even say a good reason why he does, cannot recount when this all started, but he knows he hates him. Their competitive strike easily delved into something deeper, something darker. He never been curious enough to dare to explore what that something could be. 

“I don’t need to learn how to fly when my baby takes me to you just fine,” he answers as he squats in front of the other’s cage, a smile tugging at his lips. “You know, I always wondered what it would be like to attack your ship. I simply never dreamed it would be so easy. How have the war lords from the eastern planets not taken you by themselves? I’ve heard they enjoy taking pretty boys like you as slaves. Something about liking them small and short.”

His smiles simply grows bigger at that, head cocking to the side. 

“Sorry. I’ve been rude. Byun Baekhyun, welcome to The Black Pearl. You’ll find your stay here most enjoyable.” 

The door of the imprisonment room slides open, and Chanyeol turns to the sight of two of his men walking in, surely about to brief him on how exactly they managed to bring down the enemy ship. It was routine, and while the details were meaningless now that he got what he wanted, it was not wise to skip over it lest his men grow relaxed around his rules. 

“Sir,” they both greet, bowing before only one continues to speak. “We captured the five crew mates as ordered - the fifth in the infirmary undergoing a wound treatment. We were able to retrieve a few objects that may be of value, but they are still being looked over to see their true worth. We were also able to copy some technology from the ship. The ship was detonated and destroyed. No survivors were detected.”

“Thank you,” he says, standing from his crouched position. “Attempt a connection with Xia so I may report.” 

The first crew mate nods and they make to leave the room, but Chanyeol speaks once more. “And make a call to the entire ship that this prisoner is mine. He’s off limits until he is delivered to Xia.” He smiles back at Baekhyun, head tilting as he looks him over. “I have plans for him.” The crew mates look surprised at that, and seem to be about to protest until Chanyeol snaps at them. “Now.”

He doesn’t even grace Chanyeol’s taunting with a sneer.  “Actually, while I was fighting off your men, I noticed our shield generators had snapped offline just at the moment you fired your cannons.  It appears SM left us a little gift somewhere on our ship.  I imagine someone had slipped in and put it there, or I had a rat in our midst, monitoring us.  So really, the work was done for you, as usual.  You just got lucky, blasting away without thinking or planning, also as usual.  I’m betting you’re being monitored as well right now,” he says, a slow grin spreading on his face.  “Good luck finding it,” he laughs.

He picks at his nails as the crew debriefs their captain. “Ahh, copying technology, what a surprise.  Piggybacking off other people’s work, as usual.  Tell me, Dumbo, do you ever actually make anything on your own?  I know we’re pirates but you...you’re just a vulture,” he chuckles.

The thought of Baekhyun being borrowed and sexed out by a group of men clad in schoolboy uniforms was also an enticing thought, but one that he kept to himself knowing the nature of Baekhyun’s occupation out of character. “Are you a slut, Baekhyun?” he asked, the end of his ruler gently tapping on the perky curve of his student’s ass a few times. “Do you go around seducing men, or are you really just dressing this way for me? It’s not right, you know. Dressing this scandalously for your teacher.” He gave one cheek a firm smack with the ruler, the skin seeming to tense abruptly at the crackle before blossoming into a pinkish outline of the utensil. He soothed the sting away with a loving grope of his palm, loving how Baekhyun’s ass felt full and plump in his hand despite the younger male’s petite stature.

“Only for you SIr,” he replies breathily, going still as the end of the wooden ruler taps on one cheek gently.  “Only for you, Sonsaengnim.  I don’t care if it’s right.”  He yelps in surprise when the ruler finally smacks down, the skin beneath it bouncing back after the hit, turning a light pink for a second as the blood beneath rises and then fades.  He groans happily when a warm palm comes to rub away the temporary mark, pushing his bottom up into the caress.

“If I was really mean, I would push three of these inside you and have you write sentences all night,” he grinned, easing the head of the blueberry candy inside and allowing Baekhyun’s muscles to pull in the rest until the bend in the stem lodged it. Not wanting to melt it too much, he refrained from toying with it before suckling on the apple-flavored lollipop to accompany the first inside Baekhyun. Generously lubricated, the fat bulb of the candy slipped deep into his pet with little to no trouble, and only when both were inserted did he clench Baekhyun’s ass together as if to reward him.

“Before you earn your extra credit, you’re going to have to receive a bit of punishment for this unacceptable skirt,” he chastised lightly, even if the truth was that he quite enjoyed how it left little to the imagination and more to peek at. He kissed him without a warning, unable to resist how pouty Baekhyun’s lips looked after suckling on that lollipop, and how his whimpering begged for kisses peppered on his skin. He walked him backwards mid-kiss, managing to lead Baekhyun into his office that was a far more appropriate setting for their roleplay. “Bend over that desk, pull up your skirt.” If there was anything to pull up, anyway.

“Please, Sir, no, please,” he mewls, Woobin’s power already beginning to work its spell over him once more as his body sucks the candy in, and then the next pop joins it.  When Woobin presses his cheeks back together, likely to make sure he really feels those intruding lollipops, his body jerks with a soft keen, cheeks bursting into a pink flush.  He gives an unhappy, though playful, whine when he hears the word “punishment.”  That’s soon soothed by a powerful kiss, and he wraps his arms around his master’s neck as the other walks him backwards into the office.

Byun Baekhyun was one of the most wanted pirates in the east of the galaxy. He was known for stealing, lying, deceit, overlooking universal laws, and murder. He had a record that extended all the way to Pluto, and was often sought after by police forces in planets where amnesty was not granted to galactic criminals. 

Byun Baekhyun is also stupid, lacking, and incredibly stubborn. Chanyeol knows this much, as he stares at the picture of the other male across his screen. A notification had popped up just minutes ago, a wanted call for Byun Baekyun and the crew of his ship coming from the depths of the black market itself. Baekyun had pissed someone, someone important, because a price had been put to his head, and boy, was it generous. 

Chanyeol smirked, shaking his head as he read the information. “That idiot,” he breathed out, before moving to make a call through the intercom. 

-

The Kaebbsong is as obnoxious as Chanyeol remembers it to be. Disdain blows up at his chest as he gazes at the ship, and he doesn’t suppress it, lets it grow inside as his men take positions inside the Black Pearl’s cockpit. 

There’s no warning. Chanyeol does not have the decency to even attempt communication with the rival ship, instead raising a hand to signal. 

“Fire.’

-

Chanyeol’s recruited awful, vicious men. His heart wells with pride as screams are streamed through the speakers of the ship, the downfall of the Kaebbsong sweet, sweet music to his ears. There’s gunshots in the background, the sound of fighting, but overall, it’s defeat that echoes through. 

The survivors, few as they are, are quickly transferred to Chanyeol’s ship, along with whatever valuable possession they hid. They remnants of the Kaebbsong are blown up to nonexistence, and Chanyeol allows the fire show to be streamed through every possible channel in his own ship. He wants Baekhyun to see the downfall of his glory. 

“Take care of the rest, make sure we’re in hyperspace before the police can pick this up,” he commands, as he makes an exit out the room. 

The prisoner’s chambers are at the basement of the ship, and Chanyeol does not hurry to reach them. He almost sings on his way down the stairs, unable to stop the smile on his face, the doors reading his fingerprint and allowing him inside. 

He was loud, obnoxious, and in everyone’s face.  That’s just who he was.  Besides, what he’d stolen from the fortress was tiny, infinitesimal, and not something that many people even knew the Empire had in its clutches.  So of course they top guns couldn’t go after him with everything blazing.  They merely dispatched some police forces and a couple battalions to search for him for show, but apparently they’d gone deep to get someone...discreet to do their dirty work for them.

He is relaxing on the bridge, a flask in his hand as he surveys the sea of stars around his beautiful ship.  The Kaebbsong was not built for stealth.  It was fast, lethal, and hardy, but it was as loud as its captain.  Many often wondered how Baekhyun had even come upon paint in neon hues out in the reaches of deep space.  His answer, of course, was merely that you could get anything if you had enough money.

They pick up The Black Pearl as soon as it warps into their range.  Baekhyun smirks and swaggers to the intercom, giving a few orders to his men to get to their positions and send out a shockwave to disable The Black Pearl’s computer systems for a little while.  As he presses the button to bring up the communication link between the two vessles, his ship explodes.

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Baekhyun is not a sentimental man.  He is a pirate.  But even so there had been people on that ship who were at the least loyal to him.  Not many of them, but some.  A few he’d even been fond of.  And now everything he’d worked for over his life, the crew and the ship and technology he’d built....it was in pieces no one could put back together again.

Baekhyun fights to go down with his ship, and when it becomes apparent that there is no other option, he reaches for a vial around his neck.  He would rather die right here than be Park Chanyeol’s prisoner.  They apparently want him alive, badly enough that they don’t mind sacrificing a man or two to stop Baekhyun’s deathwish, and there he is in a tiny, dark cell of cold steel and metal on The Black Pearl, beaten, bloodied and torn, watching as his ship and his crew burn in the cold, starry vacuum outside..

He sits perfectly still as he hears footsteps approaching, his expression calm and unsurprised.  When Chanyeol stops in front of his containment cell, Baekhyun looks up at him...and grins a wide, mean smile.

“the remnants of the kaebbsong” dies

“So, are you here to take on more extra credit instead of studying for the test like a good girl?” he chuckled, glancing at the “textbook” his misbehaving student had flippantly tossed to the side within a minute of their conversation. “Well, I suppose it can’t be helped if you like sucking cock better than studying math.” He cupped Baekhyun’s chin and brushed his thumb over his cheek before it pressed against his glossy lower lip for entrance into his mouth. “Maybe I grade you more harshly so you’ll keep coming back to do more extra credit for me, Baekhyun-ah.”

He pulled his thumb away and immediately dropped his heavy wristwatch into a fruits basket nearby, retrieving a handful of wrapped lollipops that had been set as snacks for his guests in the same bowl. He peeled two of them, blueberry and green apple, and bent the stems at a ninety degree angle where Baekhyun could see how he was turning the candy into makeshift plugs. “I could be really mean to you, Baekhyun,” he hummed, yanking the younger male out of his seat and into his arms where he held his ground.

“If you’re offering it, Sir,” he says immediately with a coy grin, eyes brightening as the man chuckles softly.  Things were most definitely off to an excellent start.  Baekhyun meets Woobin’s eyes as the other tilts his head up, lips parting around the thumb, and Baekhyun immediately starts suckling on it softly, plush tongue pressing up against the digit.

“Oh, but I know Sonsaengnim would never do that,” he teases when Woobin’s hand pulls back.  “Sonsaengnim is far too upstanding for those kinds of things,” he says, smirking a little, though the lollipops catch his eye as a curiosity.  Baekhyun’s eyes widen even more when he catches on to Woobin’s plan, whimpering as he’s tugged close into his master’s arms.  He can’t help but wonder if his two favorite flavors were chosen on purpose, if Woobin really paid that much attention.  Baekhyun’s lips close over the blueberry pop, though he doesn’t suck on it, just holds it and enjoys the taste while he’s partially disrobed, the front of the panties struggling to stay on as the back is pushed to his thighs.

So, the sight of Baekhyun reclining on his couch, clad only in a scandalously altered schoolgirl uniform, was truly a surprise. He didn’t assume it was anyone else either, as none of his pets–then and now–ever expressed the same level of courage it took to seduce their own Master like this. Woobin hadn’t ordered him prior to their appointment to dress like this, yet Baekhyun had gone out of his way to get himself groomed and outfitted for the occasion. For a second, he almost felt like he was out of his element as he laid out his pair of shoes near the door and approached his pet playing the charade of a naughty student. “Looks like you invited yourself in, anyway,” he still acted along, setting his laptop carrier next to his coffee table.

Next went his tie as he loosened it from his neck, the buttons of his blazer falling apart with his hands descending down the line. The halves of his suit opened to reveal a tight-fitting dress shirt that framed his sculpted body just enough to accent the muscles underneath.

Only when he was completely comfortable did he lift the hem of Baekhyun’s pleated skirt, quite shamelessly exposing his cutely rounded ass for him to squeeze with one hand. “Why’s your skirt so short? You know that’s a violation of the dress code,” he chastised, his hand dipping between the boy’s thighs to fondle the soft mound cupped in the cotton panties. “Who were you trying to seduce instead of trying to study?” He gave his taut ass a firm smack, the sting still delivered tenfold past the thin layer of cotton.

“Because it looks better on me like this,” he replies, staring up at the tall man confidently, like some flippant little spoiled brat.  He shivers as that large hand cups his cheeks and squeezes one of them.  “And the dress code was written by old prudes like a hundred years ago.  Besides, don’t you like it, Sonsaengnim?  I caught you staring that time I dropped my books in the hall,” he says, expression smug as he really gets into his role.  Eyes fluttering closed, he bites his lip and exhales in pleasure when he’s cupped between his legs. 

The sting makes him yelp softly, but Baekhyun presses his ass up into the air and glances over his shoulder afterwards instead of moving away.  “What if I said it was you, Sir?” 

“There are facets of my life I prefer to keep a secret,” he explained calmly. “I told Chanyeol and… he didn’t take it well. Almost left me. You could have imagined my reluctance to let anyone else know, but I intended to tell you if and when you returned. It was just poor timing.” Woobin still chuckled, though, admiring how Baekhyun had come so far to chastise him like this, as if their roles had switched for a brief moment. He gingerly placed a kiss to the back of the other male’s hand to prove there were no ill feelings as he said all this and then some. “I should have been a bit clearer. That’s the only facet of my life I prefer to keep a secret, not because I find you insignificant to know so much about me, but… it’s something I feel more comfortable with handling on my own. It always has been. I know the offer’s open, and I thank you for that.” His voice lowered to a murmur as he was still aware of the fact they were in public. “I only apologize that you had to find out yourself.”

When Woobin kisses his hand, Baekhyun looks up at him and smiles, and there in that expression it’s possible to see a glimpse of the Baekhyun from before, the one who is still there waiting for Woobin when they get out of sight.  “Thank you for that.  And I understand.  I just wanted to tell you.”  His smile grows even wider, and he quickly finishes his tea and the last bites of cake as he nods.  “I would much prefer that.” 

“I am.  Though there is one thing I want to get out of the way before we start.  About your business,” he says, raising his eyebrows so Woobin will know that Baekhyun isn’t talking about the one Woobin is CEO of.  He sits back and takes a sip of his tea, his voice quiet, but light, as if he were discussing any normal type of business in the outside world.  He’d never known of Woobin’s underground dealings before, but his work escorting put him in contact with all types.  He had been bound to learn of it at some point.

“Well, spoiling you is something my old bones haven’t forgotten how to do,” Woobin admitted as he took a seat, his long limbs turning away from the tiny space the table hardly provided underneath them. He politely refused the sweets with a shake of his head, his own appetite sated just by watching Baekhyun sample some of the best the coffee shop had to offer.

He tried to recollect what had been especially significant in his life since Baekhyun had taken a leave of absence. Nothing came to mind in the midst of remembering business-related events, but an uneventful time was greatly appreciated for a CEO who was always pressed for time. “Nothing interesting, but it is now that you’re here,” he leaned forward a bit, expressing interest. “Did you ask me out for coffee to say hello, or were you going to come by for a bit?”

He samples a few, choosing two of the slices on a plate and sitting back to dig into them, particularly the chocolate one.  It seems as though you still remember his fondness for sweets.  He looks up at you and chuckles softly, stomach doing flips in his abdomen.  He shouldn’t have a reason to be nervous, why would you be anything other than pleased with what he has to ask, but still, he’s a little anxious anyway.  

Baekhyun’s open arms were welcomed with his own that fit beneath the younger male’s as they then enveloped him in what could only be described as a bear hug. Despite the fact some students had abandoned their studies to peek into their private lives, Woobin snuck a fleeting kiss to the back of Baekhyun’s ear, so light that it must have only felt like a brush past his hair.