Hunted

It was empty. The house was empty. Rick obviously lived alone, but it was a nice place, and very clean. Nele was glad he had asked Luo for the address even if going alone wasn't the smartest thing he had ever done. Asking someone else to come along and endanger themselves would be unreasonable and he didn't want to put anyone else at risk. The only one he would have even considered asking anyway was Kyun, and he got the feeling that guy wasn't too happy with him for some reason.

Nele snuck through a window that had been stupidly left unlocked. It was a wonder he hadn't been robbed blind yet. The first room was the master bedroom and luckily the only room he was interested in. First he opened the top drawer of the dresser and dug through the socks, careful not to touch the underwear. There was a bottle of lube - unopened - and a hunting knife. On the top of the dresser there was nothing but cologne and hygiene products. Nothing of interest there.

He moved over to the end table and opened the single drawer at the bottom. A thing of scented massage oil that was almost empty sat in the corner, surrounded by a few stray tools and nails, but in the back corner next to a box of tissues was a picture frame with the cheerful smiling face of that mousey guy. What was his name? Julian. Nele picked it up and inspected it, noticing the glass covering was wet and smeared as if something spilled on it and was wiped off. A very poor attempt at wiping it off. It was still glistening and a few drops not even touched. He sniffed it, thinking it was probably the oil. No. It wasn't scented... And then he realized what it was.

"Holy shit!" He dropped the picture onto the bed and grabbed a handful of tissues to wipe off his hand. "You fucking sicko, that's... Oh god. Ewww!" Gagging at the idea of that creep jerking off to that picture, Nele used a tissue to pick it up again and with his whole goal to find more info completely forgotten, he climbed back out the window. Had to go tell the others. Kyun needed to know some jackass was whacking it to a picture of his pet mouse.

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Buzz? That didn't fit Kyun's dream at all. Then again, it wasn't part of the dream either. He let out an annoyed groan at being woken up way too early... in all likelihood, noon was still far off. He looked over at the form next to him, realising Luo had managed to zone it out. Lucky bastard.

As he got to his feet and started putting on some clothes, he heard bickering in the next room. Oh great. That meant it was Takuya answering the door, then. Hopefully it wasn't someone... shit. Kyun hurried finishing up his pants, then tore the door open without bothering with more clothes. Kiyoshi could theoretically be in danger, and that was a good enough reason to hurry.

Standing there in the doorway was Nele, holding what looked like a picture frame with tissues. There were leaves in his hair and grass stains on his knees, but he didn't appear all that concerned with what a mess he was. Instead he was scowling at Takuya like he had been told a bad joke. "Well then get him, dickwad." The big brown eyes darted over to Kyun and suddenly there was a smile where the scowl used to be. "Kyun! I went to Rick's place and snuck in. You'll never guess what I found!"

"Your little bitch is here, Kiyoshi!"

Kyun rolled his eyes to Takuya's cheerful shout and walked over towards them. He fixed Nele a confused gaze until he couldn't keep his eyes open any longer, then rubbed them and displayed an exaggerated yawn. When it ended, he leant casually against the wall and gave him a lazy smirk. "You snuck in there at night? Let me guess... Rick asleep?"

"No, he wasn't there. For all I care, he could have been bent over for his big-ass cell-mate in a dark alley." He glanced down at what he was holding but made no move to show it yet. "I could have waited, I guess, but this is fucking priceless. I thought you'd like to know a little more about our friend Rick's motivation."

After another yawn and a lazy stretch, Kyun quirked a curious brow at that, then let his eyes drift to the form on the couch. Despite bickering and shouting, Choi was still sound asleep, and the awake Korean was officially jealous. Still, now that he was up, he could just as well hear what the issue was. "Tell me." He said with a little touch of enthusiasm, as much as he could manage in his sleepy state. In a brief moment of self-awareness, he found that resting his naked arm against the stone wall was uncomfortable, so he straightened himself up, then gazed down at his naked torso. Oh well, noone else present had anything better to show off, so that should in all fairness not be a target for humiliation.

Nele followed Kyun's gaze, and quirked a brow. "Don't you wanna, like, get dressed first? For fuck's sake, I've had to think about enough dick this morning." He moved away from the door and went to the table to sit in one of the chairs. "Oh well, I don't want to wait that long. I brought Rick's cum! Guess what this is a picture of."

The Korean shrugged. It was way too early in the morning to be creative about that. If he remembered correctly, Rick was a car mechanic, so... "An Acura?" That was probably not it, but he could at least fish for it, and if that failed, go and stand behind the guy and peek over his shoulder. "I have a feeling you're going to tell me..."

"Alright, but remember that saying? Don't shoot the big, strong, manly, sexy messenger. I'm pretty sure that's how it goes, anyway." The little guy's playful look became a bit more serious as he turned the frame around to show Kyun. "I found it right beside his bed in a drawer with massage oil."

"Eww!" Kyun grimaced and almost gagged from the sight. "That's disgusting!" He said in a revolted voice, suddenly not feeling all too well. He reluctantly moved a little closer, not quite knowing why. "Does -"

"Rick's into bukkake!" Takuya broke him off, then laughed himself silly with his hands on his knees. When he came down from it, he spoke again. "Way to ruin his chances!" He spluttered, then shook his head with a broad grin. "When you've sliced his balls off for that, we can nominate him for the Darwin Award!"

Nele obviously was having trouble fighting the grin. Still, he seemed to feel the need to argue with Takuya anyway. "Shut it, asswipe. If it was your girlfriend or boyfriend or parrot, or whatever your type is, you wouldn't be joking like that."

Making his way over to the approaching Kiyoshi, Takuya flashed another grin. "My type, your type... same thing." He gave his countryman a light kiss on the cheek, then made a playful claw gesture. "Rawr! Haven't forgotten about you, tiger! Maybe I should get a picture of you..."

Kiyoshi sighed and pushed his roommate away. It did seem to bother him a bit, perhaps mostly because he didn't want Nele to see that; he usually shrugged off Takuya's fun in that direction. After giving Kyun a sympathetic look, he made his way over to stand behind Nele, sliding his arms down to be draped lightly onto his shoulders and chest.

An annoyed glare was shot in Takuya's direction before Nele looked back at Kyun. "Strange. One minute he's funny, and the next minute I want to strangle him with his own ballsack. So should we do something about this? I hope the object of his cum's affection is in a safe place right now."

Why did he even have to ask? Kyun was getting over the disgusting side, but turned increasingly angry. "Of course we're doing something about it. Question is what." Kyun stopped to draw a deep breath, then muttered. "Now you're making me all worried about him. Maybe I should make a call..."

"This jizz on it was fresh when I found it about an hour ago. I'll call him if you don't." He put the frame down on the table, keeping the tissues under it, and then got up to kiss Kiyoshi on the cheek. "I'm going to wash my hands, but I've gotta go home before my roommate wakes up and realizes I stole his car. Can I take you with me, Kiyoshi?"

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This is a collab, written together with Chlover. You can find her author profile here: http://original.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=26260