Flights 3/4
Title: Flights 3/4 Please note that the title of this story is different and the tags will change for it also
Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong, Changmin/Junsu
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Only in my little delusionall world does Yoochun have wings and fangs
Summary: After centuries, Yoochun has finally found his mate in the human Jaejoong, but circumstances beyond his control are keeping them apart.
A/N Part A: This fic is for jirluvien who wanted a JaeChun vampire fic. I hope you like it! *huggles*
A/N Part B: Please note that the title of this story is different and the tags will change for it also
Poster credit goes to ponyboy! Thank you! It's gorgeous!
Part 3:
They carried Jaejoong between them. And even though Yoochun’s very protective instincts screamed at him, he allowed Yunho and Junsu small drinks of Jaejoong’s blood to keep them aloft for as long as possible.
An hour into their flight, Yoochun was pegged. Thankfully, he wasn’t carrying Jaejoong, and Junsu quickly swooped down to steady him as pain laced to the tips of his wings. Through the night, they were each pegged at different intervals. Each attack left them weaker and weaker. But a few hours later, the pegging stopped.
“We must be out of range,” Junsu said.
“I hope so. Does that mean they can’t track us?” Yunho asked. “That we can stop for a minute?”
“I’m not risking that,” Junsu said.
“Me neither.”
None of them knew where Changmin was, only where he might be, but Junsu followed the connection in his head, the connection Yoochun had envied for so many hundreds of years. Junsu scoffed about it most of the time, though as time passed, his face had softened instead of hardened when someone mentioned his mate.
Sunrise continued to creep up on them from the east as they flew into the darkness. They could not fly forever though. They’d have to stop soon and sleep.
“If we don’t make it to Changmin’s, we’re going to be as good as wingless in a couple hours,” Yunho said, voicing Yoochun’s thoughts.
Junsu scowled. “He’s moved since the last time I went looking for him. But our connection is getting stronger.”
Jaejoong suddenly went tense in Yoochun’s arms, flailing out with a gasp. Yoochun almost dropped him, and then Jae’s hands clutched into his shirt.
Yoochun nuzzled his hair. “You’re alright, my love,” he whispered. “You’re alright.”
“Y-Yoochun?”
Yoochun barely heard the soft whisper. He tightened his hold on Jaejoong and with lips against his ear told him they were going to Changmin’s.
“I’m so tired,” Jae said.
Yoochun felt his waning energy. “How long have we been flying?” he asked Yunho.
“Eight or nine hours.”
Yoochun made sure Jaejoong was secure in one arm. He brought his hand to his mouth and sliced the tip of his finger open with a fang. He held it against Jae’s lips and Jae resisted until the tang of blood touched his tongue. His eyes went black and he whimpered, pulling the finger into his mouth with his teeth. He sucked hard, and Yoochun winced.
“You’re stupid doing that in the air,” Yunho said.
“Well, if he goes unconscious again, I won’t be able to carry him at all. He needs it.”
After a few minutes, Yoochun pulled his finger away. Jaejoong hissed at him and it made him laugh.
“Patience, darling. In a few hours, you can have all you want.”
Jaejoong’s arms went around his neck, making it a bit easier to carry him. “I want it all now.”
“While we’re flying?”
He felt Jae’s pout in his emotions. He chuckled again and just because he could, slid his fangs into Jae’s neck for a few swallows of blood. Jae sighed in contentment. Being so close and feeding from each other made them both stronger.
Junsu suddenly laughed.
“What?” Yunho asked.
“Oh just Changmin, demanding to know why the fuck I’m close enough to communicate with.”
“Did you tell him?”
“Yes. He grudgingly said he’d have everything ready, whatever that means.”
“How far away are we?” Yoochun asked.
“Changmin says it will take at least two more hours. He’s not quite sure. You okay carrying him?”
“Yeah. For that much longer, I’ll be okay.”
They flew on. Jaejoong nipped and licked on Yoochun’s neck, distracting him, and only threatening to toss him over to Yunho worked in stopping him. Jae lifted his head long enough after the threat to look in Yoochun’s eyes, and Yoochun’s brain jerked, his heart and soul lurched and things aligned inside him. He pulled Jae closer, pressing their lips together. Jae moaned, squirmed and his legs wrapped around Yoochun’s hips.
Yoochun grunted, and they dropped a few feet before Yoochun rearranged and his wings beat down, lifting them again.
“Are you going to start fucking in the air?” Yunho demanded.
Junsu laughed. “He’s going to start turning him. I think they’re passed the fucking stage.”
“Fuck, Yoochun.”
There was a sharp pain on his wing, and Yoochun whipped it back, glaring at Yunho.
“Don’t you glare at me, you bastard. Control yourself.”
“We’re almost there,” Junsu said. “Changmin says we have to fly south. He’s guiding me.”
“If we fly south, we’re going to run out of night really fast,” Yoochun said.
“I know. He said to just turn southwest, go at it gradually.”
Yoochun’s eyes crossed as Jae’s lips wrapped around his exposed collarbone. His fingers slipped into the netted shirt, searching for and finding his nipples.
Stop, love. Please.
Jaejoong’s feeling turned insecure, and Yoochun was quick to send reassurances down their link. Just a little while, baby. Just a bit longer.
But I want you now. I want to be yours now.
You are mine. Only mine, but we can’t do this flying.
Jaejoong sighed, but stopped kissing him. He kept his face pressed close to Yoochun’s chest. Yoochun’s mind cleared a little.
About an hour later, a strong command of Land right now echoed in all of their minds.
Junsu folded up his wings and dove, the others following close.
In the clearing to your east.
They angled through trees and then lightly landed, the grass around them soft on their feet. Junsu’s wings would not lie still. They fluttered and snapped as he swiveled in his spot, looking for his mate.
Across the moonlit clearing, a patch of Earth lifted from the ground, like a door, and a moment later, The tall form of Changmin walked through it. His black wings were snapping too. Junsu gasped and then flew across the clearing, into his arms, whimpering. Changmin rolled his eyes, but hugged him, smiling before kissing his head. He gave Yunho and Yoochun a look and then disappeared into the dark cavern.
Yunho and Yoochun exchanged a look and followed. They went down a short flight of metal stairs. The hydraulics on the door hissed and it shut slowly. Blue lights lined the floor of the hallway and they followed it. The ceiling and walls were all metal. A door stood ajar at the end of the hall, and they entered.
Changmin had Junsu pinned to a table. Junsu’s legs were wrapped around his waist and their lips were attached. Junsu was shaking so bad. Changmin and Junsu were an interesting mated pair. Only rarely did an Avixiary find their mate in another Avixiary. And both had been young, less than a hundred years old when they met and mated. It had shocked their world, but no one questioned it. If they were a mated pair, then they were mated for life. Of course, that meant they’d been together for over six hundred years now and Yoochun determined that no matter how much you loved someone, six hundred years was a long time to go without fighting.
“Aren’t they mad at each other?” Yunho asked.
Yoochun laughed. “Yeah. But if you hadn’t seen your mate in almost a hundred years, you’d ravish him, too.”
Jaejoong kissed his neck. “Can’t we do that too, Chunnie?” he asked, voice coy and sultry.
It made Yoochun’s body stir with lust, but he had to wait a little longer. “Soon.”
Jaejoong pouted against his skin. The lust and need and want running down his link with Jaejoong made it so hard to resist.
“Changmin,” Yoochun said, labored. He felt his eyes going red on their own. He blinked it away.
“Su!” Changmin said, trying to pull away. “Su. Damn it, Su.”
Changmin put his hands on Junsu’s shoulders and pushed himself up. He pinned Junsu to the table. “Stop. I have to find your transmitters.”
“Can’t we … later … please?” Junsu whined and bit his lower lip.
“No. You’re such a fucking slut, you know that? God.” With his long arms, Changmin reached into a cabinet next to him. He pulled out a long length of rope and a metal wand.
“What’s the rope for?” Yunho asked.
Changmin smirked. He crawled up on the table and straddled Junsu’s chest. With a strong grip, he brought Junsu’s wrists together and quickly tied them.
“Changmin!” Junsu whined, half pleading, half lustful.
Changmin pecked his cheek and then moved off him. In the same moment, he flipped Junsu over. The long length of the rope wrapped around his wings, and then he tied the end to Junsu’s ankles.
“Now, be a good little sub-mate and stay.”
Junsu tried to twist from the ropes.
Changmin shook himself. His erection tented his pants, but he took the long metal rod he’d pulled from the cabinet and hit a button on the end. It glowed bright blue. Changmin ran it over Junsu’s body, each limb, around his wings, on his neck. It beeped and flashed over a spot near Junsu’s thigh. Changmin hit another button, and an x-ray image of Junsu’s hip appeared. Above the bone was a bright white dot.
“Bingo,” Changmin said. He ripped Junsu’s pants apart in that area. Junsu moaned with lust and wiggled. The moan turned to a needy scream as Changmin bent down and sliced open Junsu’s leg with his fang. It was deep and after another check with the machine, cut him again, deeper. Blood pulsed from his leg and all of them sniffed at it, on high alert and adrenaline. Changmin lapped at the wound and then pulled away. He stuck his tongue out. A small disk of metal sat on the end of his tongue. He transferred it to his finger and then set it on a blood-free spot on the table. He took the end of the metal wand and smashed the disk. It shattered with blue sparks. He threw the wand to Yunho who caught it easily.
“Check each other, and don’t forget to check the human. They may have him pegged too.”
Yunho nodded.
“Excuse me,” Changmin said. He crawled back on the table, and with precision, tore the rest of Junsu’s clothes off. He closed his mouth around the wound in his thigh and sucked. Junsu moaned and struggled against his bonds.
Yunho smirked and said, “You first, Yoochun. You won’t control yourself once you smell more of Jaejoong’s blood.”
Yoochun nodded. “I’m barely controlling myself now.” He took Jae to another table and said, “Wait here for me, baby.”
Jae whimpered and clutched at his arm. “I want to touch you.”
“Soon.”
“You keep saying that,” Jae said with a pout and crossed his arms and legs, sitting on the table.
Yoochun smiled. He spread his wings and arms for Yunho and he sent the probe around his body. Yoochun’s transmitter was in his thigh. Yunho kneeled in front of him.
“Hey!” Jaejoong protested.
Yoochun quickly said, “He’s only getting the transmitter out of me. Don’t worry.”
Jae pouted. It made Yoochun smile and he sent love and endearments down their shared link until Jae smiled.
Junsu suddenly cried out.
Changmin had him on his knees, but he was still tied up, face plastered on the metal table. Changmin gripped his hips, his fingers in the wound at his hip. He fucked Junsu fast and desperate, a low hum echoed through the room. A mate claiming his sub, and Yoochun shivered as his vision blurred red again.
He barely felt Yunho dig into his leg, his eyes on Jaejoong’s pale, blood-covered skin. Jaejoong was licking his fingers. His eyes were still black. Yoochun growled.
Yunho slapped him.
Yoochun shook his head clear.
“Don’t you fucking go primal until you get the transmitter out of me.”
Yoochun growled, but took the wand. Yunho’s transmitter was in his shoulder. Yoochun sliced his shoulder three times before he found it. Yunho’s blood did not taste good, it was bitter and harsh and god, he needed Jaejoong’s blood. As soon as the transmitter was destroyed, Yunho ripped the wand from his hand. He turned to Jaejoong and Jaejoong shrank back from him.
“It’s okay,” Yoochun said. “He’s going to see if you have a transmitter in your body. Just lie down and let him run the wand over you.”
The wand flashed almost immediately, but as Yunho moved it away, it flashed again.
“Fuck,” Yunho said. He held the wand over Jae again and cursed as it brought up three different transmitters.
“Roll over,” Yoochun said softly.
Jae did and Yunho cursed as yet another transmitter registered.
“Four. There are four in him.”
“It’s almost like they knew we were going to try to escape.”
Yunho held the wand over Jaejoong’s chest, where a white dot was nestled deep. “That’s against his heart.”
Yoochun nodded. One of the others was near his jugular in his neck, another by the femoral artery in his leg. The one in his back looked like it was embedded in an organ.
“Chunnie,” Jae said, fear in his voice.
Yoochun crawled over him. “We have to get these transmitters out of you. It’s going to hurt.”
Jae shut his eyes. His body shook.
“Which one first?” Yunho asked.
“The one in his back. He can survive without a kidney for awhile. Come here, baby.” Yoochun lay on his back and pulled Jae against his chest. It was so hard to concentrate with Jae so close, but he held Jae tightly.
“Do it,” he said to Yunho and then swallowed Jae’s scream with a kiss. He sent reassurances and love at him again and again, but Jae was beyond panic.
“Got it,” Yunho said.
“Go for the femoral one next.”
Yunho hesitated. Yoochun met his eyes over Jae’s shoulder. “Can you reach it from there?”
Yunho shook his head.
Yoochun rolled them over, and then moved his lower body away from Jaejoong’s legs and hips. He whimpered when Yunho touched near his crotch.
“Don’t, baby. Don’t. He’s just going to get the transmitter out.”
“You do it.”
“I need to get this one out of your neck.”
Jae winced and whimpered as Yunho cut into his leg. Yoochun ripped his fang across Jae’s neck. He continued to send reassurances to Jae, while trying to control himself and find the transmitter and not just drink and drink and drink.
He dug deeper.
Jae’s pulse sped up and then slowed.
“Fuck!” Yoochun said and ripped himself away. “I can’t find it without ripping him to pieces.”
With difficulty, Yoochun turned away.
Yunho was there in a moment. Using his finger, he dug around the wound. Yoochun shivered as Jae’s presence spiked with pain.
“Just get it,” Yoochun said. “He’s dying again.”
Yunho leaned forward and sliced more muscle and tissue open. The transmitter was embedded in the artery. Yunho whispered a curse and ripped it away. Jae’s body convulsed as an arch of blood shot over the air.
“I got it,” Yunho said. “You start turning him. I’ll get the one by his heart.”
Yoochun grabbed Yunho at the neck. “Don’t fucking kill him.”
“That’s your job,” Yunho said with a smirk. “Drink.”
Yoochun growled. He sliced open his wrist, deep and wide. He pressed it against Jaejoong’s lips and Jae fought against it, fought for breath. Every beat of his heart shot another stream of blood around the room. Yoochun finally let the primal part of him free. His mouth closed around the wound and he drank.
Yunho moved to the side. There was no way he was getting to that last transmitter with his fangs. He went to find a knife.
Yoochun took advantage of Yunho’s absence. His hands slid through blood, he pushed Jae’s legs apart and hooked them over his elbows. He barely thought, sucking harder on his neck, and fucked him, tearing a scream from Jaejoong. A feeling so foreign, a feeling so secure and perfect filled him. Jae was his. His. His. His.
A voice filled his mind, a voice telling him he hurt. Everything hurt. Stop hurting him.
Yoochun ignored it, because Yoochun knew he had to. Yes, Jaejoong hurt, but Jaejoong was his.
An indescribable burst of energy, lust and pain shot through his heart and Yoochun screamed, and white flashed through his head before everything went dark.
Part 4: Flights of Change
Part 2: Flights of Desperation
Part 1: Flights of Possession
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Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong, Changmin/Junsu
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Only in my little delusionall world does Yoochun have wings and fangs
Summary: After centuries, Yoochun has finally found his mate in the human Jaejoong, but circumstances beyond his control are keeping them apart.
A/N Part A: This fic is for jirluvien who wanted a JaeChun vampire fic. I hope you like it! *huggles*
A/N Part B: Please note that the title of this story is different and the tags will change for it also
Poster credit goes to ponyboy! Thank you! It's gorgeous!
Part 3:
They carried Jaejoong between them. And even though Yoochun’s very protective instincts screamed at him, he allowed Yunho and Junsu small drinks of Jaejoong’s blood to keep them aloft for as long as possible.
An hour into their flight, Yoochun was pegged. Thankfully, he wasn’t carrying Jaejoong, and Junsu quickly swooped down to steady him as pain laced to the tips of his wings. Through the night, they were each pegged at different intervals. Each attack left them weaker and weaker. But a few hours later, the pegging stopped.
“We must be out of range,” Junsu said.
“I hope so. Does that mean they can’t track us?” Yunho asked. “That we can stop for a minute?”
“I’m not risking that,” Junsu said.
“Me neither.”
None of them knew where Changmin was, only where he might be, but Junsu followed the connection in his head, the connection Yoochun had envied for so many hundreds of years. Junsu scoffed about it most of the time, though as time passed, his face had softened instead of hardened when someone mentioned his mate.
Sunrise continued to creep up on them from the east as they flew into the darkness. They could not fly forever though. They’d have to stop soon and sleep.
“If we don’t make it to Changmin’s, we’re going to be as good as wingless in a couple hours,” Yunho said, voicing Yoochun’s thoughts.
Junsu scowled. “He’s moved since the last time I went looking for him. But our connection is getting stronger.”
Jaejoong suddenly went tense in Yoochun’s arms, flailing out with a gasp. Yoochun almost dropped him, and then Jae’s hands clutched into his shirt.
Yoochun nuzzled his hair. “You’re alright, my love,” he whispered. “You’re alright.”
“Y-Yoochun?”
Yoochun barely heard the soft whisper. He tightened his hold on Jaejoong and with lips against his ear told him they were going to Changmin’s.
“I’m so tired,” Jae said.
Yoochun felt his waning energy. “How long have we been flying?” he asked Yunho.
“Eight or nine hours.”
Yoochun made sure Jaejoong was secure in one arm. He brought his hand to his mouth and sliced the tip of his finger open with a fang. He held it against Jae’s lips and Jae resisted until the tang of blood touched his tongue. His eyes went black and he whimpered, pulling the finger into his mouth with his teeth. He sucked hard, and Yoochun winced.
“You’re stupid doing that in the air,” Yunho said.
“Well, if he goes unconscious again, I won’t be able to carry him at all. He needs it.”
After a few minutes, Yoochun pulled his finger away. Jaejoong hissed at him and it made him laugh.
“Patience, darling. In a few hours, you can have all you want.”
Jaejoong’s arms went around his neck, making it a bit easier to carry him. “I want it all now.”
“While we’re flying?”
He felt Jae’s pout in his emotions. He chuckled again and just because he could, slid his fangs into Jae’s neck for a few swallows of blood. Jae sighed in contentment. Being so close and feeding from each other made them both stronger.
Junsu suddenly laughed.
“What?” Yunho asked.
“Oh just Changmin, demanding to know why the fuck I’m close enough to communicate with.”
“Did you tell him?”
“Yes. He grudgingly said he’d have everything ready, whatever that means.”
“How far away are we?” Yoochun asked.
“Changmin says it will take at least two more hours. He’s not quite sure. You okay carrying him?”
“Yeah. For that much longer, I’ll be okay.”
They flew on. Jaejoong nipped and licked on Yoochun’s neck, distracting him, and only threatening to toss him over to Yunho worked in stopping him. Jae lifted his head long enough after the threat to look in Yoochun’s eyes, and Yoochun’s brain jerked, his heart and soul lurched and things aligned inside him. He pulled Jae closer, pressing their lips together. Jae moaned, squirmed and his legs wrapped around Yoochun’s hips.
Yoochun grunted, and they dropped a few feet before Yoochun rearranged and his wings beat down, lifting them again.
“Are you going to start fucking in the air?” Yunho demanded.
Junsu laughed. “He’s going to start turning him. I think they’re passed the fucking stage.”
“Fuck, Yoochun.”
There was a sharp pain on his wing, and Yoochun whipped it back, glaring at Yunho.
“Don’t you glare at me, you bastard. Control yourself.”
“We’re almost there,” Junsu said. “Changmin says we have to fly south. He’s guiding me.”
“If we fly south, we’re going to run out of night really fast,” Yoochun said.
“I know. He said to just turn southwest, go at it gradually.”
Yoochun’s eyes crossed as Jae’s lips wrapped around his exposed collarbone. His fingers slipped into the netted shirt, searching for and finding his nipples.
Stop, love. Please.
Jaejoong’s feeling turned insecure, and Yoochun was quick to send reassurances down their link. Just a little while, baby. Just a bit longer.
But I want you now. I want to be yours now.
You are mine. Only mine, but we can’t do this flying.
Jaejoong sighed, but stopped kissing him. He kept his face pressed close to Yoochun’s chest. Yoochun’s mind cleared a little.
About an hour later, a strong command of Land right now echoed in all of their minds.
Junsu folded up his wings and dove, the others following close.
In the clearing to your east.
They angled through trees and then lightly landed, the grass around them soft on their feet. Junsu’s wings would not lie still. They fluttered and snapped as he swiveled in his spot, looking for his mate.
Across the moonlit clearing, a patch of Earth lifted from the ground, like a door, and a moment later, The tall form of Changmin walked through it. His black wings were snapping too. Junsu gasped and then flew across the clearing, into his arms, whimpering. Changmin rolled his eyes, but hugged him, smiling before kissing his head. He gave Yunho and Yoochun a look and then disappeared into the dark cavern.
Yunho and Yoochun exchanged a look and followed. They went down a short flight of metal stairs. The hydraulics on the door hissed and it shut slowly. Blue lights lined the floor of the hallway and they followed it. The ceiling and walls were all metal. A door stood ajar at the end of the hall, and they entered.
Changmin had Junsu pinned to a table. Junsu’s legs were wrapped around his waist and their lips were attached. Junsu was shaking so bad. Changmin and Junsu were an interesting mated pair. Only rarely did an Avixiary find their mate in another Avixiary. And both had been young, less than a hundred years old when they met and mated. It had shocked their world, but no one questioned it. If they were a mated pair, then they were mated for life. Of course, that meant they’d been together for over six hundred years now and Yoochun determined that no matter how much you loved someone, six hundred years was a long time to go without fighting.
“Aren’t they mad at each other?” Yunho asked.
Yoochun laughed. “Yeah. But if you hadn’t seen your mate in almost a hundred years, you’d ravish him, too.”
Jaejoong kissed his neck. “Can’t we do that too, Chunnie?” he asked, voice coy and sultry.
It made Yoochun’s body stir with lust, but he had to wait a little longer. “Soon.”
Jaejoong pouted against his skin. The lust and need and want running down his link with Jaejoong made it so hard to resist.
“Changmin,” Yoochun said, labored. He felt his eyes going red on their own. He blinked it away.
“Su!” Changmin said, trying to pull away. “Su. Damn it, Su.”
Changmin put his hands on Junsu’s shoulders and pushed himself up. He pinned Junsu to the table. “Stop. I have to find your transmitters.”
“Can’t we … later … please?” Junsu whined and bit his lower lip.
“No. You’re such a fucking slut, you know that? God.” With his long arms, Changmin reached into a cabinet next to him. He pulled out a long length of rope and a metal wand.
“What’s the rope for?” Yunho asked.
Changmin smirked. He crawled up on the table and straddled Junsu’s chest. With a strong grip, he brought Junsu’s wrists together and quickly tied them.
“Changmin!” Junsu whined, half pleading, half lustful.
Changmin pecked his cheek and then moved off him. In the same moment, he flipped Junsu over. The long length of the rope wrapped around his wings, and then he tied the end to Junsu’s ankles.
“Now, be a good little sub-mate and stay.”
Junsu tried to twist from the ropes.
Changmin shook himself. His erection tented his pants, but he took the long metal rod he’d pulled from the cabinet and hit a button on the end. It glowed bright blue. Changmin ran it over Junsu’s body, each limb, around his wings, on his neck. It beeped and flashed over a spot near Junsu’s thigh. Changmin hit another button, and an x-ray image of Junsu’s hip appeared. Above the bone was a bright white dot.
“Bingo,” Changmin said. He ripped Junsu’s pants apart in that area. Junsu moaned with lust and wiggled. The moan turned to a needy scream as Changmin bent down and sliced open Junsu’s leg with his fang. It was deep and after another check with the machine, cut him again, deeper. Blood pulsed from his leg and all of them sniffed at it, on high alert and adrenaline. Changmin lapped at the wound and then pulled away. He stuck his tongue out. A small disk of metal sat on the end of his tongue. He transferred it to his finger and then set it on a blood-free spot on the table. He took the end of the metal wand and smashed the disk. It shattered with blue sparks. He threw the wand to Yunho who caught it easily.
“Check each other, and don’t forget to check the human. They may have him pegged too.”
Yunho nodded.
“Excuse me,” Changmin said. He crawled back on the table, and with precision, tore the rest of Junsu’s clothes off. He closed his mouth around the wound in his thigh and sucked. Junsu moaned and struggled against his bonds.
Yunho smirked and said, “You first, Yoochun. You won’t control yourself once you smell more of Jaejoong’s blood.”
Yoochun nodded. “I’m barely controlling myself now.” He took Jae to another table and said, “Wait here for me, baby.”
Jae whimpered and clutched at his arm. “I want to touch you.”
“Soon.”
“You keep saying that,” Jae said with a pout and crossed his arms and legs, sitting on the table.
Yoochun smiled. He spread his wings and arms for Yunho and he sent the probe around his body. Yoochun’s transmitter was in his thigh. Yunho kneeled in front of him.
“Hey!” Jaejoong protested.
Yoochun quickly said, “He’s only getting the transmitter out of me. Don’t worry.”
Jae pouted. It made Yoochun smile and he sent love and endearments down their shared link until Jae smiled.
Junsu suddenly cried out.
Changmin had him on his knees, but he was still tied up, face plastered on the metal table. Changmin gripped his hips, his fingers in the wound at his hip. He fucked Junsu fast and desperate, a low hum echoed through the room. A mate claiming his sub, and Yoochun shivered as his vision blurred red again.
He barely felt Yunho dig into his leg, his eyes on Jaejoong’s pale, blood-covered skin. Jaejoong was licking his fingers. His eyes were still black. Yoochun growled.
Yunho slapped him.
Yoochun shook his head clear.
“Don’t you fucking go primal until you get the transmitter out of me.”
Yoochun growled, but took the wand. Yunho’s transmitter was in his shoulder. Yoochun sliced his shoulder three times before he found it. Yunho’s blood did not taste good, it was bitter and harsh and god, he needed Jaejoong’s blood. As soon as the transmitter was destroyed, Yunho ripped the wand from his hand. He turned to Jaejoong and Jaejoong shrank back from him.
“It’s okay,” Yoochun said. “He’s going to see if you have a transmitter in your body. Just lie down and let him run the wand over you.”
The wand flashed almost immediately, but as Yunho moved it away, it flashed again.
“Fuck,” Yunho said. He held the wand over Jae again and cursed as it brought up three different transmitters.
“Roll over,” Yoochun said softly.
Jae did and Yunho cursed as yet another transmitter registered.
“Four. There are four in him.”
“It’s almost like they knew we were going to try to escape.”
Yunho held the wand over Jaejoong’s chest, where a white dot was nestled deep. “That’s against his heart.”
Yoochun nodded. One of the others was near his jugular in his neck, another by the femoral artery in his leg. The one in his back looked like it was embedded in an organ.
“Chunnie,” Jae said, fear in his voice.
Yoochun crawled over him. “We have to get these transmitters out of you. It’s going to hurt.”
Jae shut his eyes. His body shook.
“Which one first?” Yunho asked.
“The one in his back. He can survive without a kidney for awhile. Come here, baby.” Yoochun lay on his back and pulled Jae against his chest. It was so hard to concentrate with Jae so close, but he held Jae tightly.
“Do it,” he said to Yunho and then swallowed Jae’s scream with a kiss. He sent reassurances and love at him again and again, but Jae was beyond panic.
“Got it,” Yunho said.
“Go for the femoral one next.”
Yunho hesitated. Yoochun met his eyes over Jae’s shoulder. “Can you reach it from there?”
Yunho shook his head.
Yoochun rolled them over, and then moved his lower body away from Jaejoong’s legs and hips. He whimpered when Yunho touched near his crotch.
“Don’t, baby. Don’t. He’s just going to get the transmitter out.”
“You do it.”
“I need to get this one out of your neck.”
Jae winced and whimpered as Yunho cut into his leg. Yoochun ripped his fang across Jae’s neck. He continued to send reassurances to Jae, while trying to control himself and find the transmitter and not just drink and drink and drink.
He dug deeper.
Jae’s pulse sped up and then slowed.
“Fuck!” Yoochun said and ripped himself away. “I can’t find it without ripping him to pieces.”
With difficulty, Yoochun turned away.
Yunho was there in a moment. Using his finger, he dug around the wound. Yoochun shivered as Jae’s presence spiked with pain.
“Just get it,” Yoochun said. “He’s dying again.”
Yunho leaned forward and sliced more muscle and tissue open. The transmitter was embedded in the artery. Yunho whispered a curse and ripped it away. Jae’s body convulsed as an arch of blood shot over the air.
“I got it,” Yunho said. “You start turning him. I’ll get the one by his heart.”
Yoochun grabbed Yunho at the neck. “Don’t fucking kill him.”
“That’s your job,” Yunho said with a smirk. “Drink.”
Yoochun growled. He sliced open his wrist, deep and wide. He pressed it against Jaejoong’s lips and Jae fought against it, fought for breath. Every beat of his heart shot another stream of blood around the room. Yoochun finally let the primal part of him free. His mouth closed around the wound and he drank.
Yunho moved to the side. There was no way he was getting to that last transmitter with his fangs. He went to find a knife.
Yoochun took advantage of Yunho’s absence. His hands slid through blood, he pushed Jae’s legs apart and hooked them over his elbows. He barely thought, sucking harder on his neck, and fucked him, tearing a scream from Jaejoong. A feeling so foreign, a feeling so secure and perfect filled him. Jae was his. His. His. His.
A voice filled his mind, a voice telling him he hurt. Everything hurt. Stop hurting him.
Yoochun ignored it, because Yoochun knew he had to. Yes, Jaejoong hurt, but Jaejoong was his.
An indescribable burst of energy, lust and pain shot through his heart and Yoochun screamed, and white flashed through his head before everything went dark.
Part 4: Flights of Change
Part 2: Flights of Desperation
Part 1: Flights of Possession
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