The Devil Judge [BL Version]

In the midst of their discussion about justice, Yo-Han and Ga-On found themselves locked in a heated argument. Their voices grew louder, their faces flushed with intensity as they each defended their perspective.

"I can't believe you're so naive, Ga-On!" Yo-Han shouted, frustration seeping into his words. "You think the legal system will bring justice to the corrupt? It's a broken system!"

Ga-On, equally determined, shot back, "And what you're planning, Yo-Han, it's reckless and dangerous! It won't solve anything, just make matters worse!"

Their argument escalated, their voices echoing through the room, each convinced of the righteousness of their stance. It seemed as though their shared goal of justice had become a divisive wedge between them.

Finally, unable to contain his anger any longer, Yo-Han pointed a finger at Ga-On and yelled, "You need to wake up, Ga-On! Shut your mouth and open your eyes to the truth!"

The room fell silent, the tension between them palpable. Their passionate argument had pushed them to the brink, leaving them both shaken and emotionally charged, the rift between their perspectives wider than ever.

Ga-On, refusing to back down, retorted, "Yo-Han, your plan is vengeance, not justice! It's a cycle of violence that won't end until everyone's consumed by it."

Yo-Han clenched his fists, his voice seething with frustration. "And what's your solution, Ga-On? Waiting for the system to magically fix itself while more innocent people suffer?"

Their faces were inches apart, their eyes locked in a battle of wills. The room felt like a pressure cooker about to explode, and their words became sharper with each exchange.

Ga-On shot back, "We need to work within the system, expose corruption through legal means, not become what we hate!"

Yo-Han, his patience worn thin, shouted, "Sometimes, Ga-On, you have to get your hands dirty to clean up the mess! This is the only way!"

Their argument continued to escalate, their voices drowning out reason as they clashed over the most fundamental aspects of justice. In the heat of the moment, it felt like their shared pursuit of justice was tearing them apart.

As the argument raged on, Ga-On brought up Isaac's name, saying, "And what would Isaac think of this, Yo-Han? He believed in justice, not revenge. He wouldn't want us to become what we despise."

Yo-Han's face contorted with frustration, and he slammed his fist on the table with a resounding thud. "Don't bring Isaac into this, Ga-On! You don't know what he went through, what they did to him!"

The room quaked with tension as their voices clashed, and it was as if the very walls were echoing their discord. The mention of Isaac had struck a nerve, driving a deeper wedge between them.

Ga-On, undeterred, argued passionately, "Isaac wouldn't want us to lose ourselves in this darkness, to become consumed by hatred."

Yo-Han's eyes blazed with anger, and he yelled, "I'm doing this for Isaac, for justice! If you can't see that, then maybe you don't belong by my side."

Their words hung in the air like an unbridgeable chasm, and it was clear that their argument had reached a point of no return. The pursuit of justice had become a battleground, tearing apart the very bond that had once united them.

In the midst of their escalating argument, the tension reached a breaking point. Ga-On, unable to contain his frustration, suddenly grabbed Yo-Han's collar, his fingers clenched tightly. His voice trembled with anger as he declared, "I won't let you mess with the justice system like this, Yo-Han!"

Yo-Han, his own patience snapped, reacted instinctively. In a burst of anger and frustration, he swung his fist and punched Ga-On square in the jaw. Ga-On staggered backward and fell hard on the floor.

"You called it upon yourself." Yo-Han's said, eyes filled with irritation and regret for letting things escalate this far, took a step back, his anger giving way to a sense of remorse. He never wanted their pursuit of justice to lead to this.

Ga-On wiped the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, consumed by anger and frustration, angrily stood up and grabbed Yo-Han's collar. His emotions boiled over, and he bit Yo-Han's lips with a shocking ferocity.

Yo-Han, reeling from the unexpected attack, instinctively pushed Ga-On away. As he touched his lips, he felt the warm, metallic taste of blood.

"You will regret this." His eyes flashed with anger and at once he grabbed Ga-On by the nape of his neck and pressed him to the bed kissing him hard.

The room seemed to spin around them as their fiery, tumultuous kiss continued. It was a storm of emotions-anger, desire, and regret all tangled together in that single, passionate moment. As their lips pressed together, both Yo-Han and Ga-On could taste the blood they had drawn from each other's lips, a stark reminder of the violent clash that had preceded this intense kiss.

The clothes lay scattered all over the floor, discarded in their haste to be closer to each other. Yo-Han's shirt had been tossed aside carelessly, revealing his toned chest, while Ga-On's tie hung loosely around his neck, a hint of disarray in his usually impeccable appearance.

The air in the room was electric, charged with desire and longing. Ga-On reached out to Yo-Han, his fingers trembling as they traced the contours of Yo-Han's cheek. Yo-Han leaned into the touch, his eyes never leaving Ga-On's. The warmth of their bodies drew them closer together, and they could feel the electricity in the air as their lips finally met in a heated kiss.

As the thunder rumbled outside, Yo-Han gently pushed Ga-On back onto the cold, unmade mattress. The sensation of the cool fabric against Ga-On's heated skin sent shivers down his spine, contrasting with the fiery passion that burned between them. Yo-Han followed him down, their bodies fitting together perfectly like two pieces of a puzzle.

Their hands explored every inch of each other's bodies, the soft caresses and hungry touches igniting a fire that threatened to consume them both. Ga-On's heart raced as Yo-Han's lips traveled down his neck, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses in their wake.

The storm outside intensified, the rain pounding against the window with a fury that mirrored the intensity of their desire. But in that moment, nothing else mattered. It was just the two of them, lost in each other's arms, finding solace and passion in the darkness of the night.

As their bodies pressed closer together, their souls intertwined, they knew that this was where they belonged-entangled in each other's love, amidst the chaos of the storm, with their clothes scattered on the floor as a testament to the tempestuous love that had brought them together.

Yo-Han moved down Ga-on's body kissing every inch of it making him moan in pleasure. He slowly rubbed it up and down his virgin hole and then slowly entered him.

"Ouch!! It hurts." Ga-On cried out as he felt pain.

"Relax, I'll take it slow." Yo-Han pushed himself into him and kept going until he was all the way inside him. He stopped there for a moment before pulling out and entering him again.

"Yo-Han!" Ga-On moaned as he pulled out. He moaned again as Yo-Han turned him over and entered him from behind. Ga-on cried out in pain but this time he didn't stop Yo-Han as he could see the rainbow.

"It feels good." Ga-on said and started moaning loudly as Yo-Han started moving faster and harder.

To be continued...
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