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The fight was broken up by that righteous player 001 after Myunggi managed to land a punch square on Thanos’ jaw. The latter froze up at the older man’s presence, his eyes flashing with thinly veiled fear. The combination of shame and aching bones must have prevented further action. Namgyu remembers hovering between Thanos and the cold bars of the bunk bed. His hands could stop shaking, so he opted hiding them in his pockets as he stepped closer.
“We should pounce tonight. On that MG coin fucker, he doesn’t deserve to breathe after that” Namgyu loudly whispered.
Thanos looked up, his eyebrows raised.
“Nah, I don’t want to end it here. Once he’s gone, I can’t go back. He can’t be my slave if he is dead.” He argued, not paying any mind to his volume.
Namgyu stared at him, rubbing his face with irritation. He thought they were supposed to hate Myunggi at all costs.
“Why’d you think I keep you around, Namsu?” Thanos added after there was no response.
“Namgyu.” He laughed nervously, the sound bubbling up in his throat.
“Yeah, yeah. Just try not to die tonight, okay man?”
He nodded dumbly. That was it, Thanos disappearing out of sight into the shadows of the bunk.
When Namgyu woke, the first thing that crossed his mind was the praise he might receive from doing as he was told. Thanos didn’t want him dead, so he lived. It only cost lots of scrambling and enduring the noises of fellow O members being stabbed.
Only 4 people died during Lights Out. 2 from O, 2 from X. Namgyu had this strange knot in his stomach, a paralyzed fear back in the bathroom, where time slowed down and Myunggi’s fist connected with Thanos’ jaw. Visions of people sprawled dead after acting out of pure rage. Somehow everyone got out, everyone that mattered to him, anyway.
MG coin was practically untouched. Silent and brooding as he received his meal from the guards. Thanos grinned at Namgyu from behind his shoulder, his eyes focused and calculated.
“Why’d you think I keep you around, Namsu?”
The sentence rattled around in his brain like a handful of rusty change. Was he really on the same level as Myunggi from Thanos’ perspective? He should’ve said something, asked what the hell he meant. He was nobody’s slave.
Yet, Namgyu stayed silent. Only speaking when he’s prompted to by Thanos. It’s easier, more comfortable this way. He figured there was a lot worse to consider, with the next game rapidly approaching. Thanos could view him however he liked, if it meant he would keep Namgyu close.
“You see that? MG coin went in the bathroom” Thanos pointed across the room at their target, “Let’s make it up to him.”
“Make what up?” Namgyu inquired, skipping closer to his partner’s side.
“I got an idea. Follow along and you’ll get a pill from me, boy”
All Namgyu can manage is an eager nod as he hurriedly follows behind Thanos’ lead.
They enter the men’s bathroom with their arms interlinked, Thanos loudly shushing Namgyu after the door loudly closed behind them.
Instantly their gaze lands on Myunggi who was drying his hands at the sinks. He instantly straightened his shoulders, jaw clenching dangerously as the pair approached him.
Thanos walked ahead, his arm reaching out to stop Myunggi from dashing to the side and out the bathroom door.
“Not so fast, bro. Let’s have a chat!”
Thanos pushed Myunggi into an open stall, his hand squeezing his throat. Namgyu stood there for a moment, a bit lost and out of his head, wondering when he would get the pill after this, his body already struggling to stay functioning without it.
“C’mon, you too” Thanos ushered him into the tiny stall, grabbing the edge of Namgyu’s sweater paw to drag him along into the space.
Namgyu stumbled inside, met with the creeping sensation of claustrophobia. He was easily manhandled around by Thanos’ firm grip on his shoulder, being wedged between the two men.
“What the fuck? Get away-“
Myunggi’s cursing was interrupted by Thanos abruptly slamming the bathroom stall shut and locking it. Namgyu could not do much other than push Myunggi further into the stall until there was no more room to move.
He made tense eye contact with Myunggi, whose face was tinted red with anger and exasperation. His mouth parted open to form another sentence, however Thanos interrupts again.
“I’m not here to kill you, man. As much as I should fucking crack your skull open. I noticed that you have some smooth moves, was convinced for a second you were gonna stab me with your fork.” He rambled on, pressing his chest into Namgyu’s back as an attempt to get closer to Myunggi, Namgyu being the pillar in the middle, unmoving.
“I don’t want anything to fucking do with you guys” Myunggi spat.
Namgyu grimaced, being too close to Myunggi’s frame that he felt his hot uneven breath on his face from where he was wedged between them.
“Sure you don’t. I’m giving you an offer” Thanos explained, his eyes wide and fixated on Myunggi’s hardened expression.
Before either of the men could speak, Thanos hands are tugging down at Namgyu’s pants, the waistband pulled as much as he could before the other’s trembling hand snatched Thanos wrist.
“What are you…?” Namgyu gasped, his body all tensed up, neck craning to look back at his assailant.
“Shush. I just wanna show him.” Thanos said, his voice low and demeaning.
Namgyu closed his eyes in resignation. He didn’t have to take any guesses on what Thanos meant right then.
The encounters that Namgyu and Thanos shared outside of the Games were limited, always in the same setting, tucked away in the back of Club Pentagon, illuminated by flickering lights while swaying to the thrumming beat of dance music.
Most times he would embarrass himself in front of the famous rapper, scrambling around to tend to Thanos’ booth full of flirting women and cigarette smoke. He went out of his way to try and stand out, make an impression on Thanos, with a sliver of hope he would be seen as more than just some servant that gets him free drinks and drugs.
He wasn’t sure what he was thinking then, acting like some giggling schoolgirl, wasting his money and energy on a guy who couldn’t care any less. He only interacted because of the drugs he supplied. Sometimes though, Namgyu could convince himself it was more than that.
That somebody cared. Cared about him, not the drugs, not the sex.
Thanos wanted to show Myunggi the deepest, most vulnerable part of him, how he had once gotten to see before, months ago, before this whole mess. He never thought he’d be reliving this, not here when Namgyu is cornered and speechless.
Myunggi’s gaze followed to where Namgyu was being undressed, his pants and underwear dropped to his ankles in a swift motion. Namgyu refused to look, not at his own exposed body or the scumbag he was face to face with.
Thanos’ hands on his hips brought back memories. Ones tucked away in the deepest, most painful parts of his subconscious. There was a time where Namgyu believed he had the other man right where he wanted him. In the back alley of the club, kissing him rough with his hands down his pants.
His insecurities were obvious, Thanos had told him it was just fine, perfect even — his body intrigued him, turned him on, didn’t scare him away. What a relief it was to Namgyu, so scared he would be seen as gross, for what he had between his legs, for the kind of person he was.
Then It must be fine enough for him to show Myunggi, to hold his leg open as if he was a rare catch.
Myunggi muttered a few curses under his breath, an attempt to make distance, despite how he wouldn’t look away at what has been exposed, all for him. Namgyu doesn’t move, he remains equally rigid and pliant.
“I have things to offer too, MG Coin.” Thanos swiftly reached out with one hand to yank Myunggi closer, press him impossibly close to Namgyu’s body heat.
Namgyu shuddered, melting a bit under the sensation of having no where to go.
“If you think you’re too tough to become my slave, prove it.” Thanos growled, his grip tightening on Myunggi’s shirt, “I already have a slave. Show me you’re above that, boy.”
Myunggi shifted his gaze to look at Namgyu, his trembling form wedged between them. He swallowed thickly, licking his lips with an unreadable expression.
Oh.
Namgyu was the slave. It wasn’t unsaid anymore, he was presented on a platter as Thanos’ toy. For a split second, Namgyu considered kicking and biting, scrambling away. But then, if he did that.. he wouldn’t have anyone.
“Hyung..” He said instead, unsure if his words would matter anymore.
“He’s even got a pussy, man. He will let you hit, unlike your little girlfriend~” Thanos continued, ignoring Namgyu’s trembling.
“You’re fucking crazy.” Was all Myunggi could come up with, a dumbfounded look etched on his soft features.
Namgyu moaned when Thanos fingers went lower, touching his folds. A few more angry words were exchanged between the other two, Namgyu didn’t hear, too dizzy from his rapid heartbeat echoing in his eardrums.
Fingertips much colder made contact with Namgyu’s heat between his legs. Myunggi.
“Oh, God” Namgyu mewled, already reeling from the reality of his situation.
“Touch him. Finger his pussy. He likes being used.” Thanos coached, a sick air of pride in his words.
Rough and quick, those fingers belonging to the man he was supposed to hate, entered him. A lewd squelch followed, Namgyu was shamefully wet. He couldn’t hide it, not with how Thanos held onto one of his legs, keeping it raised.
Namgyu found stability in clinging onto Myunggi’s shoulder as he was fingered open crudely. It didn’t feel particularly good, but his body still shook and pushed into the touch. Myunggi had a crazed, animalistic glint in his eyes as he gave in. Thanos purred out intelligible praises as Namgyu took it all limply.
In a blur, their positioning was shifted in an instant. Namgyu was bent over the toilet seat, his ass up and cunt dripping. He didn’t have to look in order to tell the firm hand on his lower back was Thanos.
“Here, Namsu.” He said, a lot closer than anticipated.
A chalky pill was shoved into his already slightly gaped mouth. Without a word, he swallowed, his vision blurring with tears as he held eye contact with Thanos. He sighed out in relief when a hand pet through his hair, soothing, grounding.
Myunggi was so big and rough. It reminded Namgyu of Thanos. How excited he was in the alleyway, to be inside of his heat. There was something a lot darker brewing, from how harshly his hips were held by the man.
His cock was bigger than Thanos’. The thought nearly made him laugh out loud, he was on the brink of sobbing and giggling all at once.
“Please, fuck me harder” Namgyu babbled, pressing back into the penetration, not caring that his knees were aching from ragged tile floor.
“He’s so tight, isn’t he?” Thanos purred, slapping Namgyu’s ass with a mean chuckle.
Myunggi moaned in agreement, his pace quickened with fervor, enough to have Namgyu gripping onto the toilet seat for dear life.
It burned, despite how his pussy was soaking enough for the drag to not be agonizing. Namgyu was struggling to relax, to let his body get used how to another man's touch, how Thanos so badly wanted. Maybe it was the pill in his system, but the drag of a heavy cock inside of his tense walls had him writhing around like he was being forced to stand on hot coals.
“Stay fucking still-“ Myunggi warned, fingernails leaving behind marks on his flushed skin.
Namgyu made a pathetic little noise, only increasing in volume when Thanos yanks on his black hair, keeping his head upright and away from the grimy toilet. It builds up, the hot pleasure, deep in his lower belly.
There’s amused murmuring, then Thanos’ grating voice, “I didn’t know you had it in you, MG Coin.”
Based on the quickened, erratic pace, that comment did something to Myunggi. Namgyu was gone, drool pooling down the side of his mouth.
“-Gonna make you two fuck whenever I want.”
Namgyu strains to keep listening as he gets slammed into, Myunggi’s cock finally grazing against his G-spot. His hips stutter uncontrollably, the feeling was addictive, more than the pills.
“-Knock him up, too. Then maybe you will take some responsibility.” Thanos finished with venom dripping from the last sentence of his fucked up dirty talk.
Namgyu wished he could’ve been surprised when he got pumped full not a minute later. Sticky, disgusting, cunt throbbing. He finally let the strangled sob escape his lips.