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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      방탄소년단_|_Bangtan_Boys_|_BTS
  Relationship:
      Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster/Jeon_Jeongguk_|_Jungkook
  Character:
      Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster, Jeon_Jeongguk_|_Jungkook
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe, Fight_Club_AU, Consensual_Violence, Choking,
      Breathplay, Semi-Public_Sex, Hand_Jobs, Come_Eating, Fighting_Kink
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-06-09 Words: 2980
****** Bloodbeat ******
by sevenbyseven
Summary
     The noise hits him in the chest, louder than the club had been, and
     he's breathless as he descends into the dark.
     That's where he meets Monster.
     or
     "Who knew choking someone out on a cardboard mat could be oddly
     tender."
Notes
     I don't have any fight experience so forgive me any glaring flaws in
     that respect.
     Loads of thanks to mysticshell, gliese581, and Susan (who also
     provided the blurb quote) for the awesome beta job.
The first rule is they don't talk about it.
They don't talk at all.
It starts in the basement of some shady club in an even shadier neighborhood.
It doesn't matter that he's technically too young to even get in. Jungkook has
the cash and he knows the password, and the bouncer doesn't even blink before
directing him to the back. He's not there to get wasted but what he is there
for isn't exactly legal to begin with, so no one's going to be checking IDs.
For being kind of a dive, the club is jumping. The bass pounds through
Jungkook's bones as he worms his way through the crush of writhing bodies and
his blood is thrumming by the time he reaches the black curtain behind the DJ's
set up. Then it's down a long, narrow corridor where he's stopped by another
blank-faced bouncer standing in front of a nondescript door simply labelled
"maintenance". Another password gets Jungkook inside what is, in fact, a pretty
standard maintenance closet stuffed with cleaning supplies and equipment. The
small, hidden door in the floor is anything but standard, though, and
Jungkook's heart is in his throat as he lifts it.
The noise hits him in the chest, louder than the club had been, and he's
breathless as he descends into the dark.
That's where he meets Monster.
Not his real name, obviously, but that's all that anyone calls him.
Since that first night, that first fight, the name still ricochets around
Jungkook's brain and pumps through his veins.
Monster! Monster! Monster! Monster!
He's summoned from some dark corner of the basement. Or maybe the bloodthirsty
chorus conjures him from somewhere else entirely because Jungkook swears he
didn't see the guy who steps out onto the mat before but he'd be impossible not
to notice.
Monster is tall, all tan limbs and shoulders with a shock of platinum hair that
should be ridiculous but isn't. He's also hot, which is disconcerting when he
looks like he's ready to eat Jungkook alive.
Like every other guy there, Jungkook's stripped down to his jeans and there's
drying blood under his bare feet, but he feels naked under that unblinking
gaze. Jungkook wonders if any of the others felt like an offering served up to
some cruel god when they first stood in the center of the makeshift mat of
broken down cardboard boxes. He suddenly isn't sure this is where he wants to
be.
But the adrenaline flooding his system calls him a liar and it's not fear that
raises goosebumps on his arms.
Jungkook throws himself into the fight and loses spectacularly. Monster uses
his long limbs to his advantage. Despite trying to keep his distance, it never
quite seems far enough, and Jungkook takes several well-aimed punches before
Monster sweeps Jungkook off his feet in almost no time at all. He's faster than
Jungkook would expect someone his size to move, and that realization is proven
again when Monster's suddenly on top of him, raining down blows with quiet
ferocity that overwhelms Jungkook enough to make him tap out.
The loss is a first for him and Jungkook is left dazed as Monster gets up and
disappears into the crowd surrounding the ring.
The next morning Jungkook wakes with dried blood flaking from his hair, his
left eye almost swollen shut, and a lake of blue bruises just under his ribs.
He washes the blood out in the shower, but his muscles twinge and his breath
gets short as he puts on his school uniform. As he gives himself one last look
in the mirror before heading out, there's a low, flickering burn in Jungkook's
stomach that he knows too well.
As he heads out the door, he makes a mental note to ask the girls in his class
about concealer.
Somehow Jungkook manages to wait until he's fully healed before going back
again. He's greeted like an old friend by people whose faces he doesn't know,
but he's been in the ring so he's one of them now. Jungkook wants to tell them
they're wasting their time; making friends isn't what he's there for. He
doesn't need friends. He has plenty of those at school.
He's there because he needs to let out this thing clawing up inside him,
scraping him raw. He needs the smell of copper and sweat, and the feel of sore
knuckles and bruised flesh.
And he's there for Monster.
Except Monster isn't there.
Jungkook tears his way through four other opponents to vent his frustration,
their faces a blur beneath his bloody fists.
He's still restless when he falls into bed that night.
Jungkook goes more often after that. He goes and he fights and soon he has a
reputation, and then a nickname - Tough Cookie; he'll break your teeth.
And then one night Monster's there again.
No one's more surprised than Jungkook when Monster picks him as his first
opponent for the night.
Everyone's surprised when Jungkook lasts as long as he does.
He's always been praised for learning quickly and it serves him well. Instead
of keeping his distance this time, Jungkook gets in close. He ducks his way
inside Monster's defenses and has the thrill of watching those dark, narrowed
eyes widen.
Jungkook manages to get in a flurry of hits to Monster's ribs and a blow to his
right jaw hard enough to rattle teeth before Monster recovers from his initial
surprise and goes on the attack.
Monster blocks Jungkook's next punch easily, counters with a blow to Jungkook's
cheek that makes him stagger back, and then Jungkook experiences the split
second, stomach-dropping feeling of weightlessness as his legs are kicked out
from under him.
His head hits the ground and electric pain shoots up his arm from his elbow.
Both are enough to have his vision flashing white for a second. A second is all
Monster needs to yank Jungkook back by his leg, flip him over, and climb on top
of him. A fist grabs Jungkook's hair and yanks back hard enough to make him
yelp, his spine arching painfully. He's certain Monster's going to smash his
face against the ground to finish him off, break his nose and leave him
coughing in his own blood.
Instead an arm comes around Jungkook's throat like a steel collar, constricting
until he gasps. Until he can't even do that. He could end this, all he has to
do is tap out. But his hands stay where they are, fingers scrabbling against
filthy, worn cardboard as he struggles for breath.
His hands stay where they are because that burn that's been low in his belly
for weeks has roared to life. It burns through him, consuming everything until
there's nothing but the feel of Monster's sweat-slick skin sliding hot against
his own, his denim-covered hips riding high against Jungkook's ass. The shouts
of the spectators surrounding them fades to a buzz, and then to nothing until
all he can hear is Monster's laboured breathing against his ear as his vision
tunnels out to black.
Jungkook feels like he's floating. And then he's not, but there are gentle
fingers against his throat, carding through his hair, probing his scalp. It
feels nice and he drifts along in the sensation until those fingers find a spot
on the back of his head that makes him hiss and jolt alert like he's been
shocked.
The fingers are gone and Jungkook realizes he's propped up against a rough
concrete wall. Monster is crouched in front of him. His eyes search Jungkook's
face for a moment before he nods, apparently satisfied. Monster rises to leave,
but Jungkook's hand flies out and catches his wrist, strangely delicate beneath
Jungkook's fingers.
He hadn't meant to do that and Monster's looking down at him now, eyes boring
into Jungkook as whatever words he might have said get swallowed past the
sudden lump in his throat. Neither of them say a word and, with an arched brow,
Monster finally pulls his wrist free and walks back towards the crowd and the
next fight.
Jungkook watches him go, the feeling of Monster's racing pulse still dancing
against his fingertips.
He has to jack off three times before he can get to sleep that night, and he
wears his shirt collar buttoned high and his tie cinched tight the next day.
It gets worse and so much better when Monster starts showing up more often.
Sometimes Jungkook gets there first and he'll rip through opponents until
Monster shows up. Sometimes Monster is already there by the time Jungkook
arrives and Jungkook knows Monster will be his first and only fight of the
night. They never consult each other about it, there's no verbal agreement. It
just is. By the fourth or fifth match between them, no one questions it.
Each time the fights get a little longer, Jungkook learning Monster's moves and
adjusting, Monster switching things up and catching Jungkook by surprise with
something new. Jungkook still loses every time, but he never taps out and he
leaves more and more marks on Monster's skin. He maps them with greedy eyes.
Jungkook used to look away when Monster caught him at it. Now he meets him
stare for stare. It makes Monster more vicious and a little sloppy in the ring
and Jungkook grins like a maniac until he gets knocked out.
It's a fucked up, violent dance that Jungkook isn't sure he could explain to
anyone. If he felt like explaining it at all. Sometimes his friends ask him
about the bruises when the concealer isn't enough, but he's got excuses at the
ready. How do you explain a dance to someone who doesn't even hear the music?
He finds it easier and much more satisfying to focus on the movements of his
dance partner, try to figure out which one of them is leading and who's
following.
The police raid on the club a week later answers that question. They're just
rounding off for a fight when cops flood down into the basement like a black
tide. Everyone flees like rats from a sinking ship and Jungkook is caught in
the sudden rush of bodies, swept along and nearly deposited into an island of
clustered officers nabbing whoever they can.
A cop reaches for him just as a strong hand grabs his arm and yanks him back.
Jungkook sees the streak of platinum and lets himself be tugged along.
There's a back exit Jungkook didn't even know existed. Monster pulls him
through, elbowing past anyone who gets in his way, and suddenly cool night air
smacks Jungkook in the face. The exit let out onto a narrow alley behind the
club, crammed with garbage bags and refuse, but he doesn't have time to think
about what he's stepping on with his bare feet. The cops are shouting behind
them and Monster hauls him along, running as fast as his long legs will carry
him with Jungkook in tow and it's a struggle to keep up.
But Jungkook manages, letting Monster guide him through dark winding side
streets and twisting alleys until his legs and lungs are burning. He's starting
to get a stitch in his side when Monster stops suddenly and yanks him into a
gap between two buildings. It's too close to be called an alley, maybe a dozen
centimeters between their bare chests, and Jungkook just catches the piercing
wail of a police car over the sound of his heart pounding in his ears.
The siren fades quickly and then it's just their ragged breathing filling the
silence. Jungkook can feel a hysterical laugh trying to bubble up from his
chest. They must look like some strange pathetic orphans, barefoot and
shirtless and huddled together in a nook on the street.
Except there's nothing pathetic about the way Monster's looking at him.
Jungkook knows that look, memorizes it before every fight, and instead of
fading the adrenalin comes rushing back.
Jungkook's chin comes up in defiance and it's like ringing a bell.
Their mouths crash together and Jungkook thinks he split his lip on a tooth. He
tastes copper, and catches it on his tongue before licking deep into Monster's
mouth so he can taste it too. It makes him groan and shove Jungkook against the
wall, rough brick scraping at Jungkook's back, stinging in the best way, and he
returns the favor. His arms go around Monster, hands spreading wide over the
hot expanse of his back before drawing his nails down his skin in long,
purposeful stripes. Monster grunts and grinds their hips together in
retaliation. It feels so good Jungkook's knees almost buckle.
Large hands cup Jungkook's ass, haul him up and up until he has no choice but
to wrap his legs around Monster's waist. It's a tight fit, Jungkook's calves
almost rubbing against the opposite wall of the nook, but now their dicks are
lined up just right and he is not fucking going to complain.
He couldn't even if he wanted to. Monster's tongue has Jungkook's thoroughly
occupied while his hands do a rough exploration of Jungkook's torso. Those
fingers that had been so gentle before are anything but now, twisting
Jungkook's nipples hard enough to make him buck, feeling for and pressing hard
on every bruise they can find. Jungkook's squirming by the time Monster's hands
work their way down to the button on his jeans.
Jungkook breaks the kiss on a gasp, head falling back against brick. He only
takes a second to catch his breath, though, and he's diving in, going for
Monster's jeans. Their hand and arms get tangled in the narrow space until
Monster finally swats Jungkook's hands away so he can finish what they started.
And then their cocks are both free, both hard and Jungkook's already slick with
precome.
Monster wraps a hand around both of them and Jungkook sucks his bottom lip into
his mouth to keep from shouting. He can't quite swallow the whimper, though,
when Monster's hand starts moving.
He jerks them off like he fights, hard and brutal, and Jungkook is making
sounds he's never heard before. He's trying to be quiet, the noises carry too
easily in the dark, cramped space. But he must squeal a little too loudly when
Monster's thumb catches along the underside of the head of his cock, because
suddenly there's a hand around Jungkook's throat.
Monster watches him as he squeezes, just enough to cut off the sounds, just
enough to make Jungkook gasp for breath, and something must show on Jungkook's
face because–
"Fuck."
The single word is spat out, low and rough, and it's the first time Jungkook
hears Monster speak.
Jungkook comes on a choked sound, shooting hot across his chest and Monster's
hand as he thrust up into his fist. The hand on Jungkook's throat relaxes some
but Monster keeps pumping through Jungkook's orgasm, come coating both of them
more and more with every jerk. His rhythm and his breath get erratic, faster,
until again–
"Fuck."
Jungkook's stomach is a mess and so is Monster's hand. But that doesn't seem to
phase Monster at all as he licks his hand clean while Jungkook watches.
Jungkook knows he's gaping, but he can't help it. Not when Monster then lowers
Jungkook to the ground, drops to his knees and proceeds to lick Jungkook's
stomach clean. It tickles and makes his blood run molten and Jungkook's already
trying to figure out how he can make that particular sensation a permanent
fixture in his life.
Because Monster's already tucked Jungkook back into his pants and now he's
doing the same for himself, and Jungkook can feel the seconds ticking down
until their dance finally ends.
"Can you get home from here?"
Monster's voice has a deep, mesmerizing timbre and Jungkook has to force
himself to concentrate on the words. He swallows hard and looks around until he
spots a street sign. They're actually surprisingly close to his own
neighborhood and it hits him even harder that this - whatever this is - is
almost over.
Jungkook looks back to find Monster watching him and realizes he never gave an
answer.
"Oh. Yeah, I live nearby. I'll just..." His voice is a little hoarse as it
trails off so it's better not to risk saying anything else. He's starting to
feel the night's chill and the thing inside him is already sharpening its
claws. A warm shower is starting to sound really good right about now.
Jungkook leaves the nook and starts walking and...that's it. Monster doesn't
say anything, not even a 'see you around'. But Jungkook figures that's all
right since it'd be a lie wouldn't it? So Jungkook walks on and doesn't look
back because he's not an idiot.
He kind of stumbles over his own feet when Monster falls into step beside him.
Monster catches his elbow to steady him, but doesn't say anything. Neither of
them say a word as they walk. The silence should be awkward, but they're
walking around the city in the middle of the night, barefoot and smelling of
sex, sweat, and blood. The silence is the least awkward thing about the whole
ridiculous night and it's a minor miracle they make it to Jungkook's building
unnoticed.
Monster walks Jungkook up the three flights to his door, and when Jungkook
leaves the door open behind him, Monster accepts the silent invitation and
follows him inside.
Jungkook gets his shower, with company, and later he falls asleep to Monster
kissing the bruises forming at his throat. They don't talk.
Like all monsters, Jungkook's is gone by morning, but the note on his pillow
catches his eye before a knot can form in his chest.
OLD BLUE STAR CANNING WAREHOUSE
PIER 6
TWO WEEKS FROM TODAY USUAL TIME
REMEMBER THE FIRST RULE
-NAMJOON
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