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Disclaimer: I own Sangwoo's aunt and uncle, and a couple names here and there. Everything canon to Killing Stalking belongs to Yun Kouga. I make no money off writing this.

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At home, Bum couldn't help but let his mind wander. What was Sangwoo doing at Jieun's? Was he having a good time? Was he super uncomfortable? He really did look dashing in that outfit. Bum would have dragged him to bed right then and there if they had had the time, given himself completely to the god that decided he was a suitable partner. The thought had him almost instantly hard, and his hand followed his mind's path of wandering. He bit back a moan as he stroked up and down his length, murmuring Sangwoo's name to himself in his mind. He could practically feel it. Sangwoo jerking him off, taking him in his mouth. Bum yanked off his pajama bottoms and threw them away to the floor as his free hand reached around back and his thin fingers prodded as his quivering hole.

"Sangwoo…" He moaned a little louder. "Right there...god, you're so good…"

"Fuck are you doing?" Uncle wondered.

Bum jumped, hand coming out of his pants.

"I...er...my leg was itchy…"

"Yeah, that's what you were doing. Fucking pervert…" Uncle's eyes landed right on the tent in the other's boxers.

Bum crossed his legs. "W-What is it, uncle…?"

"Come here."

He did as told, not wanting to get hurt. "Y-Yes…?"

"The neighbor boy. You fucking him?"

"What?" Bum wondered. "No, we've never had sex."

Uncle glared, but shook his head. "Good. Because you know damn well who this," he grabbed a fist full of Bum's backside, "belongs to."

"A-Ah…! Y-Yes, uncle…"

"Hm...it's been a while, Bum." Uncle guided one of the teen's hands to his own erection. "Why don't you be a good boy and have some fun with uncle?"

"U-Uncle...please…" Bum begged. "D-Don't...anything but that...please…"

"I feed you, clothe you, put a roof over your head, and you have the balls to say no to me?" Uncle shoved him towards his bed. "Move your ass…"

"Uncle, please, no!" Bum protested, trying to push around him.

Uncle grabbed him by the wrist and threw the teenager onto the bed, holding him down with a knee between his shoulder blades and holding his left arm behind his back with his other hand.

"I don't know why you fight me. You always enjoy it."

"Just because I cum…" Bum struggled, "doesn't mean I like it! Get off!"

"Oh, I'm going to."

His boxers were quickly around his ankles, uncle's thick length pushing against his entrance.

"Uncle, stop! Please!" Bum protested. "Help! Granny!"

"She's not going to do a fucking thing, boy. Your grandmother finds you as annoying as I do." He grunted with a harsh thrust.

"F-Fuck…!" Bum complained, trying to wriggle free. "Stop, please! It hurts! It hurts so bad!"

"Just pretend it's your little boyfriend and you'll be fine." Uncle huffed. "Fuckling fags, I swear to god…"

"D-Don't call us that…! We're not...ah!" Bum's eyes squeezed shut and his protests grew into wordless cries as his uncle had his way with him.

It would be over soon. Uncle never lasted long. But still, it was always the worst ten minutes of Bum's life.

Sangwoo… He thought pathetically. Help me…