substitute

Samjo looked up and down in the mirror, the outfit he wore from Dongrang’s selection being a tad large. He popped off a few buttons to expose his collarbone as his boss wanted, messing up his hair and removing his glasses.

He could never be his precious Yi Sang, but he could try, right?

Dongrang stood behind him and set his hands on both of his shoulders, playing with the suspender straps. He felt his face light up in delight when Samjo moaned at the touch. “Comfortable enough?”

“I’m comfortable.” 

“You mustn't speak to anyone about this. Understood?”

“You’ve said that five times now.”

“Silly me. I suppose I’m just a worrier.” There were good reasons to be worried. If word of this got out, his life would be ruined. Thankfully, Samjo was more loyal than anybody he had ever met. His hands traveled to Samjo’s waist, thumbs rubbing against his shirt. “What’s your name again?”

“Yi Sang,” the substitute replied. “My name is Yi Sang.” 

“Good boy.” Dongrang had initially been nervous bringing Samjo home and into his bedroom, and his secretary did seem a bit weirded out that he owned exact copies of Yi Sang’s clothes from the League right to the branding, but things were actually going rather well. Samjo seemed happy to get any sort of attention, and when asked if Dongrang could call him by the name of Yi Sang, Samjo simply nodded. “Anything to make you happy, Mr. Dongrang,” he told him. 

Truthfully Dongrang wondered if they could ever be something more sometimes, with Samjo’s obvious crush on him making its way down the grapevine to the point even the chickens probably knew about it at this point, but deep in his soul he knew the facts. 

The hole in his heart could only ever be filled by Yi Sang. 

It was a shame that he didn’t even think of following him to K Corp, but he knew they had to meet again someday. 

A migrating bird always finds its way back home eventually. 

But for now there was this doll to dress up and fuck as he wished night after night in his office. His toy to play with who paid attention to him and only him. 

“Away from the mirror, now. We don’t have all night.”

Samjo swerved to look into Dongrang’s eyes, allowing his boss to reach for his chin and lean in for a kiss. The taste of a sweet lollipop remained on his tongue, driving him deeper into his mouth, lapping between teeth and tongue. In between kisses he brought him further, pushing him against the wall and shoving a leg between Samjo’s thighs. This ripped out a moan from his lungs and led to him wrapping his arms around Dongrang’s shoulders, panting submissively and allowing the manager to do whatever he wished. 

When they pulled apart for the final time, Dongrang looked into his eyes, unsatisfied.

“Turn around,” he ordered.

So Samjo did, and…

With him facing away, it was really just like… 

Aha…

Dongrang felt his face grow hot, his dick twitching in his pants. “Yi Sang,” he purred before pinning Samjo against the wall. He dug his head into his neck, breathing in his scent and rutting against his ass as he whimpered Yi Sang’s name. His cock strained against fabric, and he swore he could feel Samjo thinking how unhinged is this man? Dongrang wanted to think he was level-headed. Sure, most well put together people don’t fuck their secretaries. Even less pretend that the secretary is their ex that they haven’t seen in years. But he was good! He won all sorts of awards, wrote so many documents, read lots of big books, and clocked in five minutes early every day. Nothing has ever been wrong with Dongrang. Ever since he first met Yi Sang, he’s always just been in love. “Oh, Yi Sang…” 

“Mist… Mister Dongrang,” the substitute whined pathetically, and, well, that certainly took him out of it. Yi Sang never called him such a thing.

“No need for such honorifics, Yi Sang. We’re equals. Simply call me Dongrang.”

“Geh? You’re going really in depth for this…”

Dongrang laughed uncontrollably, patting Samjo’s shoulder. He always made such funny noises when surprised.

Just like Yi Sang.

“What, are you uncomfortable? We can stop doing this. I understand it’s an… odd request.” 

Samjo shook his head. “It’s just unexpected.”

“Ah, okay.” Dongrang tugged at the substitute’s shirt and untucked it, smirking when Samjo reacted to the contact with another funny sound. “Good boy, Yi Sang,” Dongrang purred. “Such a good boy for me.” His fingers found Samjo’s nipples and he rolled them and played with them, kissing his neck and sucking on the skin. It wasn’t as soft as Yi Sang’s, but it worked fine enough. Shutting his eyes he fantasized about Yi Sang squirming beneath him as he bit down, marking him as his own over and over again. He’d be claimed once more, knowing now he belonged to Dongrang, that he always did, that it had been a mistake to fly away with Gubo and not follow him to K Corp. “Haa, you’re handsome as always,” he muttered. “I want you to have my children, my Yi Sang. Wouldn’t that be nice?” 

“I don’t think that’s possible — I —” Samjo stammered and took a deep breath, digging his nails into the wall. “I… Yes, please, knock me up, Dongrang.”

“Good, good boy,” Dongrang cooed, licking Samjo’s neck. He breathed in the flowery scent of perfume imported from T Corp; the exact kind Yi Sang used. He had spritzed it all over Samjo before he got dressed, and ah, aha, my Yi Sang, my Yi Sang… “I’m going to cum deep inside of you, Yi Sang, you’ll be all mine again… Won’t that be nice? Just the same as before…” He reached up to stick his fingers inside of Samjo’s mouth, which the substitute greedily sucked on. 

Dongrang always loved playing with Yi Sang’s mouth. 

Though Samjo’s teeth were different, more streamlined and better taken care of than Yi Sang’s, who always had a crooked smile, they were good enough. “Good little boy, Yi Sang. I’ll breed you over and over again until you’re solely mine.” Dongrang bit into Samjo’s neck once more, and when he let go of the skin he proceeded to remove his fingers from his mouth. “You’re always so good for me. Please, never leave me again.” 

Samjo shuddered. “I won’t, Dongrang.” 

The world began to feel as though it were spinning. “Haaha… Shit…” Dongrang grit his teeth. Fantasies upon fantasies of Yi Sang flooded his mind. He wanted to grab his face and fuck his throat until his voice got hoarse and his lips were covered in cum. How would Yi Sang sound while moaning his name? He heard it ages ago, but the memories were becoming faded. They had to be refreshed eventually. Ah, his companion was always so tight for him, so needy and breathy… 

Allowing the fantasies to overtake him, Dongrang’s eyes fluttered shut. “My compatriot,” he whispered, “I always knew you would fly back eventually. I love you, Yi Sang.” His hips continued to grind against Samjo’s through their clothes, his breaths turning heavy and laborious. “I love you, I love you, I love you. Please, let me take you. I’ll satisfy you more than Gubo ever could. Please, be all mine…”

The replacement moaned, “D — Dongrang… Haa…” In a swift motion he pushed his hips back against Dongrang’s. “Please, I missed you so much after the… League?”

“Mhm… Good. Say it as we rehearsed.”

Stammering, Samjo slowly repeated the words as they popped up in his mind. “I — I missed you so much after the League fell apart. It’s okay. I forgive you, Dongrang.” 

I forgive you, Dongrang.

Those words made his heart skip a beat. Holy shit.

In a haze, he reached for Yi Sang’s shoulders, swiveling around then bringing him to the bed and pinning his companion beneath him. His face looked far different, it wasn’t truly him, but why did that matter? Dongrang kissed him hungrily as he ground against him, hips in between Yi Sang’s legs. Ah, Yi Sang always felt so big even through his slacks… His hands found his suspender straps and pulled them down before wrapping his arms around the other man, their lips crashing together repeatedly until they both gasped for air. Dongrang’s hand found the back of Yi Sang’s head, gently yanking the hair to bring them closer and closer. 

“Yi Sang, Yi Sang, Yi Sang,” Dongrang repeated breathily. “Haa, Yi Sang…” 

He leaned in again to meet Yi Sang’s mouth, swiping his tongue before biting down lightly on his lower lip. The sweet taste of Yi Sang’s chapstick tasted familiar and exhilarating on his tongue, it all felt so real and correct that it didn’t even cross his mind that the substitute had been beneath him this whole time. Yi Sang whimpered and thrashed beneath him, twitching with each thrust of his hips, each little grind and sound of fabric rubbing. 

“Dongrang,” Yi Sang panted. “I love you, Dongrang…”

Yi Sang loves me.

Yi Sang loves me!

He loves me so much… “Haha, Yi Sang…” At this rate he didn’t even need to be touched. This was more than enough. “I love you too, thank you, thank you, oh, thank you for forgiving me!” The words rushed from him like a waterfall, unable to be contained. He muttered all sorts of sweet nothings, kissing Yi Sang everywhere he could reach — Yi Sang tasted so sweet — so sweet, ah, he’s so sweet… 

Yi Sang was as perfect and precious as a star, beauty indescribable, flawless, and as he himself said, ideal. This little bird belonged to Dongrang, and he could never fly away again. Why would he want to? Dongrang loved him so much, after all! It was impossible for anyone else to love him even close to that much!

“Haa…” Dongrang trembled, on the verge of losing it, if he hadn’t already. “Good boy, good boy, such a good boy…” He shut his eyes and imagined Yi Sang beneath him, fucked out and begging for him. Yi Sang would be such a wonderful father, wouldn’t he? So kind and intelligent! Dongrang would knock him up and claim him as solely his. He would never leave, never betray him, and never run away. Not for Gubo, not for Limbus Company, not even for himself. They would raise a beautiful family together and have a farm just like the one they explored back then with her, who he wanted to forget. 

All it took was Yi Sang saying it one more time.

“I love you, Dongrang.”

“I —”

Dongrang’s hips shook and pressed as harshly against Yi Sang’s as they possibly could.

“I love you too, Yi Sang! I always have — I always will!”

Love for Yi Sang swarmed his heart as he came fully clothed, kissing his lover all the while. Afterwards he rolled over beside him and opened his eyes, only to see Samjo.

“Ah. My bad. I got really into it.”

Samjo shook his head. “No, it’s okay.”

It’s okay. Haha…

Yes, it was okay.

For now, the replacement was good enough.

Because he knew Yi Sang would fly back right into his arms.