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A Fateful Death	By : suboshiyui Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > DBSK Views: 884 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and no money is being made. Everyone, save for Dot, do not belong to me. I do not know the people from JYJ, TVXQ, Zuno or Jung Dahye.

Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 1
Title: A Fateful Death
Authors: suboshiyui@LJ & mission15@LJ
Rating: R/NC-17(Overall), NC-17(Chapter)
Pairings: Tod (Junsu)/OFC, Tod/Zuno, Yoosu, Zuno/Yoohwan, Jung Yunho/Jung Dahye, more to follow
Genre: Drama, Horror
Author’s Notes: This was originally an rp idea, but after talking to a friend, we decided to co-write it as a fiction instead. The character of Dot is an original creation, though her physical appearance is similar to that of Yehjin from Brave Girls.
Summary: Tod, also known as Death, has had a long and eventful life. But now, everything he’s known or believed in is being tested. When a strange cult attempts to kill his twin brother, Fate, it is up to him and Fate to find out what’s going on and stop it.
Chapter Warnings: Mentions of violence, rape, and death.
PROLOGUE
Osan-ri, South Korea
circa 4586 BC
Life in the early Jeulmun period was anything but easy. The climate was harsh, and to survive was incredibly difficult, especially for a pair of orphaned twins. Tod and Dot had always relied upon each other to survive. When their parents were killed in a boating accident while fishing for the community, they were left on their own. They still had the family hut to live in, and Tod would go with the older men every day to fish.
The work was hard and grueling, and when he would come home, he would fall immediately asleep. Meanwhile, Dot would work with the women of the village, creating pottery and other utensils that were needed for the village. Both twins had it hard with their selective groups. During this time in history, any change or oddity was looked upon with distaste and suspicion.
The twins were no exception. Both twins had striking hazel eyes, where most had black or brown. The same with their hair. Tod was born with near white hair, while Dot had fiery red hair. They were viewed as demons, but because their parents died during their attempt to feed the village, they were tolerated. But that didn’t mean they had to make it easy for them.
Tod had it a little better than his sister. The men grudgingly accepted him while working and he didn’t really have time to worry about anything except fishing. It was hard, grueling work, and at the end of the day, the men were too tired to give him much trouble.
Dot, on the other hand, was routinely pushed around and abused. She took it all, not wanting to cause any trouble for her brother.
Life continued this way for them, until they started to grow older. At the age of fourteen, they had both developed quickly. Because they had no adult guidance, they didn’t really realize what was happening to them. Especially Dot, when she finally received her period. She screeched, thinking she was dying. It took an hour for her brother to calm her down. They sent for the village shaman, who explained it was natural and just meant she was now a woman.
The idea was strange to her, and Tod felt a bit jealous that she was an ‘adult’ now. It was during this time that his view of her began to change. He started to see her as the woman she was, not just his little sister. The day that would shape their lives forever was a dark, stormy night. Early snowfall had begun, turning from a light flurry to a full out blizzard.
The fishing expedition had been canceled because of the snow, so Tod had been cooped up in their hut for days with nothing to do. Dot went about her usual routine; cleaning, mending and making dinner. It was during the making of dinner that it happened.
Tod looked up when he heard his sister screech. He stared, watching as she spilled hot water over herself from the fire. She cried out, flinging her fur tunic off, otherwise she was afraid she’d be scalded. His eyes fell on her lithe body, now naked before his eyes. When was the last time they’d seen each other like this? Not since before she became a woman. Unbidden, he licked his lips at the sight of her.
Her long red hair fell around her shoulders and her white skin seemed to shine in the firelight. Her exposed breasts were bare, the nipples rosy and perky, as if they were calling to him. Without realizing what he was doing, he stood up and went to her. He took the rag from her hand, placing it over her neck and down her chest.
She blinked, looking up at him curiously. She didn’t understand the look in his eyes, but he was Tod, her twin. He would never hurt her. He’d always been there to take care of her...
She gasped, suddenly feeling his lips over hers in a kiss. It wasn’t like their usual affectionate kisses. This was rough, and heated, his tongue shoving past her lips and into her mouth, exploring where it had never done so before. She whimpered, trying to push him away. He shouldn’t be doing this!
But something had come over him and he wouldn’t be denied. He grabbed her, shoving her onto the fur lined bed that was near the fire pit. His mouth captured hers again, his hand grabbing one of her breasts and squeezing it. She cried out in his mouth, both wanting what he was doing and trying to get away.
He pushed her back down, pulling her wool skirt off, exposing the rest of her body. He’d never done this before, not with anyone. But he’d grown up listening to the men regale their tales of conquest of other women and slaves, and knew just what to do. In his mind, he was pleasing her, giving her what she wanted. He never even heard her whispered pleas for him to stop, that he shouldn’t do this, that they were brother and sister.
His hand cupped her crotch, his fingers thrusting into her roughly. She cried out, arching at the invasion and begging for him to stop. Heedless, he pushed them in farther, thrusting them deep and quickly into her. She panted, her head whipping from side to side, tears falling down her cheek. She wanted him to stop; it hurt so bad when he did that, but it also felt incredibly good. “Tod...please...”
In his mind she was asking him for more, not for him to stop. He pushed her legs upwards, his own furred jerkin discarded and he rammed himself into her, his mouth covering hers to silence the loud scream that issued from her. Tears slid down her cheeks and she thrashed against him, trying to push him away. But he was too strong and she couldn’t move him. He slid out of her and then back in over and over and she panted, shaking her head, wanting to deny what was happening but...at the same time, she wanted more. The initial pain lasted only briefly, and then every thrust of his cock inside her sent waves after waves of incredible pleasure through her.
She gasped, trying to catch her breath, but he wouldn’t let her. He pushed into her over and over, his hands raising her ass into the air and he went impossibly deep into her. She screamed over and over, her entire body shaking and trembling with sensation. That was when the strangest thing happened to her. Her back arched off the bed and she screamed, white light flooding her vision, the unwanted pleasure crashing into her. When it was over, she had hoped he would stop.
But he wasn’t done with her just yet. He pushed her onto her back, wrapping her legs around his waist so her ass was in the air and his thrusts became harder and deeper, but he didn’t increase his rhythm. If anything, he went slower. She screamed continuously, the power of his movements driving her hard into the bed and she just wanted him to stop, but he wouldn’t. He just kept going and there seemed to be no end to this. Why wouldn’t he stop? He’d given her that beautiful feeling, but he wouldn’t stop!
It seemed hours to her when his thrusts turned not only hard and deep, but frenzied and fast. She’d lost her voice from screaming so much and could only pant with him until he finally came inside her. She didn’t think he would ever stop, it was just so long and he finally collapsed against her. He closed his eyes, pressing his face into her neck and kissing it. He didn’t move, still so incredibly deep inside her. She wanted to push him away, but had no strength to even open her eyes and dry the tears.
He looked up, reaching out and licked the wetness from her face. He kissed her deeply, suddenly moving inside her once again. She whimpered, her eyes finally opening. He whispered it was all right, this was how adults loved one another. She whispered back, but they were brother and sister.
He smiled and rammed hard into her and she cried out, arching into him. “But...doesn’t if feel divine, Dot? We were connected before birth and now we’re connected again. Can’t you feel me inside you, wanting us to be as one again?” She shook her head, finally clinging to him and returning his kiss.
They fucked each other long into the night and into the morning. He seemed to not need any time at all to rest before he was driving her into the bed over and over. His cock never left her sweet warmth, not in the entire night and day that they had sex. One couldn’t call it making love; that would require a semblance of affection and love. This was nothing more than animalistic lust and desire. He wanted to join them in the only way he knew how; his cock inside her, pushing her over and over until she finally lost consciousness and could no longer respond to his fucking.
That didn’t stop him from continuing, and when he finally came for the last time that night, he collapsed against her, his hands running over her unresponsive body. He sucked on her breasts before lying against her, still deep inside and fell asleep.
She woke up that afternoon with a heaviness on top of her. It wasn’t quite crushing, but it was uncomfortable. And something was still inside her; she could feel it. Large and pulsing. When she shifted, she bit her lip at the pleasure that filled her. That’s when she remembered the night before...and morning. Tod had fucked her till she’d lost consciousness. She knew what it was, she heard the women talk about it enough. But wasn’t this wrong? A brother shouldn’t do this to his sister. But, in the same breath...
Once the pain had gone away, it had been unbelievably incredible. The pleasure, it had blinded her and made her want more. Even though she knew it was wrong, she wanted more. She wanted him again. Closing her eyes, she wondered if this made them bad.
Opening her eyes, she gazed at his sleeping face. He looked like such an angel. She was the one who looked like the demon, not him. Biting her lip, feeling herself burn in a blush, she reached down with her hand and ran it over his naked body. Her finger ran down the crack of his ass until it found his entrance, then pushed inside. He moaned, shifting and she groaned when he moved inside her.
Her legs wrapped around his waist and she started to move back and forth, a soft gasp escaping her at the pleasure. She could feel him move inside her and his moan as he slept sent pleasure through her. She was doing this to him. It was she that was giving him this pleasure, this want.
Since he was still mostly asleep, she was able to push him onto his back. Her head fell back when he left her, and she felt...what? Empty? He had filled her so perfectly. Once he was on his back and off her, she finally looked down at him. His cock was half awake, rising slowly. She touched herself, wincing at the delicate and slightly painful feeling.
The pain was what she liked, she discovered. She thrust her fingers inside her and whimpered at how good that pain felt. She looked at his cock and moved over it, her fascination taking over. Her finger ran down its length, and she looked up when he moaned. Tilting her head, she took it into her hand, brushing her fingers over the head in exploration.
His eyes popped open and he cried out, moaning deeply in pleasure. His eyes fell on her and watched her as she explored him. She looked back, still slightly afraid he would rape her again, but she found that she wouldn’t mind if he did. She wanted that pain again.
Stroking him until he was fully erect, she moved over him and straddled his hips before she rammed herself down fully onto him. The pain was so delicious. She moaned, her hands clasping her breasts as she began to ride him hard. He gasped, his hands resting on her hips and he helped her drive herself onto him, his hips meeting hers over and over. Their thrusts were hard, but incredibly slow. Each thrust was like agony within her, since her body was still so raw from what he’d done to her the night before. With each thrust, she could feel herself ripping but she wanted more of it. She placed her hands on his chest and went faster, her hair whipping behind her as they moved together harder and faster within each other.
They finally collapsed, Tod filling her with his seed over and over as they climaxed together in what seemed endlessly. Finally, they were both too exhausted and just lay in each other’s arms together.
Thus, the winter passed for them in each other’s arms. Tod would fuck her nightly, and she would let him, if only to feel that exquisite pain over and over. It was so good; she never wanted winter to end. For, if it did, there would be a greater chance of them being found out. She didn’t want that; she wanted him inside her forever. The feel of his cock, so large and hard inside her, was the most divine thing she’d ever experienced. The pain was so glorious.
But it wasn’t to be, not for them.
On one cold winter’s day, he was inside her, her muffled screams the only sound in the tent, until the flap to the hut opened and the chieftain walked in. Tod just stared at him, still ramming himself into his sister from behind. The words “evil” and “demon” are bandied about and the two are separated, thrown in isolated tents until the chieftain can decide what to do with them.
Dot is scared and wants her brother. She is alone in a tent and is feeling cold and empty without him. She touches herself at odd moments, but it’s never the same. They bring her food, but she has a hard time keeping it down. The shaman is summoned, her caretakers afraid she’ll die before her trial.
It is discovered that she is pregnant. The shaman does a rough examination, raping her himself in the process. She says nothing during the act, silently enjoying the pain it causes. Her silence unnerves him, and he declares the village will be beset by demons if she is executed before the child is born.
It is hard to keep secrets in a small village, and Tod hears of his sister’s pregnancy. He can’t help but smile, enjoying the thought of his seed growing inside her. Even though they are parted, they are still as close as ever. Their child cements their union.
Months pass, and the pair continue to be separated. Tod routinely received vicious beatings by members of the tribe. Dot is left completely isolated, except for the few women that tend to her during her pregnancy. She is given just enough food to keep herself and the baby alive, but that is all.
When the time of the birth comes, it is difficult and nearly kills her. The pain was like nothing she’d ever experienced, and she alternately wanted it to never end and to stop. After hours of painful labor, the baby finally came. A boy. But the pain didn’t stop and the midwife cried out that she was having twins.
Many hours later, the second emerged, this time a girl. The entire tribe was in an uproar. It was never heard of; a pair of twins birthing another pair of twins. The boy and girl were spirited away, Dot crying out in despair when her children were ripped from her breast.
Two days later, clad in a bloodstained shift, she stood in the middle of the village with Tod. He was bare-chested, clad only in a dirty loin cloth. There were marks all over his body where he had been whipped, and worse. Despite that, his eyes shone when he saw her and he wrapped his arm protectively around his sister.
The elders in attendance snarled at the touches they gave each other, but they did not approach. “You have been judged. Your evilness will not pollute our sacred village. It is the judgment of this tribunal that you be put to death immediately.”
“What about my children!” Dot cried out, tears streaming down her face. She didn’t care for herself, but her babies. They couldn’t kill them, no!
“They are no longer your concern.” The chieftain began but Tod cut him off.
“They are our children. Our blood. We have a right to know what will become of them.” Tod snarled; his eyes fierce and demanding. The elders took a step back at his anger. Even in the face of death, he was not afraid.
“They will be cared for. They will learn that the evils of their parents are not the true ways.” The shaman spat back, clearly not afraid as the elders were.
“See that they know of us and what we have done then.” Tod turned to his sister, cupping her face in his hands. She looked back at him. This time it was she that initiated their kiss, one filled with lust and passion and defiance. They parted, both clearly pleased with the look of disgust the elders gave them.
“Oh they will.” The shaman assured them before taking out a whip. At a signal from him, four guards ran over, two holding onto Tod and the other two holding onto Dot. What little clothing they had was torn off, discarded like rags. The entire village watched as the shaman pulled back the whip he held, striking the two naked lovers.
Dot screamed, her body shaking when the whip connected with her breasts. The whip alternated, going from one
twin to the other, always striking their private parts first, literally flailing them alive. Blood pooled at their feet, and Dot fell to the ground, unable to stand any longer.
Tod reached for her, but was shoved far away from her. He looked up from where he’d fallen, staring at the village. Rocks. So. It was to be a stoning. His chin jutted forward, giving them all a defiant look. “Your village will burn to the ground, plague will befall you and you all will know the suffering you have caused us!” His curse was spoken loudly, and many of the villagers shrank back in fear. It was well known that a condemned person’s curse had much weight with the gods.
He never saw who threw the first stone, but had a feeling it was the shaman. He cried out in pain, falling to his knees as his arm fell limply to his side, broken. The rest soon followed, and he tried to fend them off, but to no avail. The last rock hit his skull, and he knew no more.
Dot screamed, reaching for him. No...he couldn’t be dead. This couldn’t be happening. Tears streamed down her face and she never knew what they were doing to her until it was too late. Bound to a post in the ground, the fire that spread around her licked at her torn flesh, burning. Her screams were horrible to behold, but the entire village watched her burn for the witch they knew her to be. After all, everyone knew that it had to have been her to turn her brother to such dark acts.
The fire died down and smoke drifted up from what remained of Dot. Dark clouds seemed to roll in unexpectedly, causing women and children to flee in fear. Lightning struck, slamming into the chest of the shaman and sending him flying, dead before he hit the ground.
A dark figure emerged from the lightning, dark and terrible. If anyone were to survive this, they could not say what he looked like. Just that his very presence evoked Death.
For that was what he was. Death personified. He moved to the remains of what had been Tod and Dot, his hand extended. The two bodies floated into the air close to him, a dark light surrounding them. The bodies heaved, then their eyes opened. As the elders watched in horror, what damage was done to the twins healed before their eyes.
“I claim these two as mine. You have given death and now they shall give thee Death.” He approached Tod first, grabbing his mouth and giving him the Kiss, his essence as Death pouring into him, sustaining him and creating a new immortal Death.
Tod fell to his knees, coughing and shaking from the overflowing of power. He looked up, watched in horror and fascination as Death strode to Dot and did the same thing to her. They were alive...but not. No longer mortal, they were now immortals, charged with the bringing of Death to the human race.
Carnage fell upon the village of Osan-ri that day. The women and children that fled were the only ones to survive. Every male in the village was slaughtered. When their bodies were found, there was not a mark on them, save for a dark discoloration on their lips.
The strange man and the twins were never heard from again. But their legend lived on. They were soon dubbed the Death Twins. Children were frightened by their mothers into behaving by their story. Except for two. The boy and girl that had been born shortly before the attempted execution took in the stories readily, wanting more. After all, it was only natural for children to want to know about their parents.
The villagers tried to teach them how wrong their parents had been, how evil what they had done was. But instead of being repulsed, they grew fascinated. The villagers did everything they could think of to “destroy” the demons inside them. For surely, having been born in such corrupt and evil a manner, there had to be a demon within the children.
When the girl finally became a woman, that was when the two showed their true natures. She walked to the center of the village. All eyes were on her and she spread her arm wide, letting her shift fall and pool at her feet. Naked, she held out her arms.
From the other side of clearing, her brother stood. He too, was naked as the day he was born. He walked to her, unchallenged. The entire village watched, too much in shock to do anything else. Once he was to his sister, he grabbed her leg and wrapped it around his waist, then entered her violently. Blood trickled down their legs as he took her, her body arched back in both pain and pleasure.
They stood that way, his cock moving in and out of her, her screams filling the afternoon air. They didn’t stop until both were near unconscious, collapsing to the ground in a heap of limbs. They were taken into custody after that, separated like their parents.
However, the village had learned from their past mistake. Instead of executing the pair, they were exiled. Not long after leaving the village, they found a cave in which to live. It was here that they continued what their parents had started, and the girl soon found out she was pregnant, like her mother.
She too gave birth to twins, and it was here that their mission began. They had been denied the chance to find their parents, but it would not always be so. This desire to see their parents, it becomes an all encompassing obsession of the line. To find and finally meet their parents, that was the end result.
And so, the family remained isolated. When the children came of age, they were paired off. Sex became the initiation of becoming an adult. If the twins had children, they had to only be twins, a boy and a girl. If any others were born, they were quickly killed off. There could be no deviation from the pattern they were sure would finally bring them to their true parents.
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