Flights 6/?
Title: Flights 6/?
Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong, Changmin/Junsu (implied Yunho/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*
Poster credit goes to ponyboy! Thank you! It's gorgeous!
Part 6:
Jae pushed Yoochun until Yoochun walked backwards to the bed.
He stopped them and started undoing the laces on Jaejoong’s shirt.
“Just rip it off,” Jae muttered against his neck.
“No. You’ve destroy too many articles of clothing by ripping them off me. We’re going to run out.”
The shirt fell to the floor. Jae lips and fangs moved down Yoochun chest, and he was glad he hadn’t been wearing a shirt.
Jae pushed Yoochun down to the bed, and Yoochun sat on the end. Jae kneeled and kissed lower on his stomach. Yoochun leaned back on his elbows, adjusting until his wings spread behind him. Jaejoong stared at him for a moment, and then moaned and kissed his stomach. His lips shook over Yoochun’s abs.
“Don’t you dare rip my pants off,” Yoochun said.
You’re no fun, Jae said as he unbuttoned Yoochun’s jeans. As soon as they were off, Jae opened his mouth at Yoochun’s hip.
Yoochun tangled his hand in Jae’s hair and held his face away, tugging when Jaejoong struggled. No biting.
Jaejoong whimpered his name.
No biting. Yoochun repeated and yanked on his hair.
A moment of rebellion lashed through Jaejoong and he hissed at Yoochun, but Yoochun held his head still, until lust won and Jae lowered his eyes with grudging acceptance.
Put your fangs away and I’ll let you go.
Yoochun felt his struggle for control, but Jaejoong needed to learn to do this. He needed to be able to keep himself from biting everything. He’d kill a human if he didn’t learn to control himself.
After a few seconds, Jaejoong whimpered, “Please.”
Yoochun’s own resolve weakened at that and he glared down at Jaejoong for using their bond to manipulate him.
Jaejoong grinned, licking a fang, completely unrepentant.
Later. You have to learn to do this.
And just like that, the fangs were gone. I know. But I like biting you.
I like it when you bite me.
Yoochun let go of his hair and Jaejoong kissed his skin and sucked on it, instead of biting it. Yoochun let his head tilt back, and his legs spread, giving Jaejoong better access to his body. Jae’s hands ran up and down Yoochun’s sides and legs while he continued to kiss at his skin. With his eyes shut, it was a test to see if Yoochun could tell where Jaejoong was going to lick next, but Jaejoong was learning how to block his thoughts from Yoochun, and it took Yoochun by complete surprise when the head of his cock was enveloped in Jaejoong’s mouth.
He moaned and thrust his hips up. Jaejoong shifted with the movement, not letting anymore of Yoochun’s cock into his mouth. Yoochun moaned again when his tongue pressed against the soft head, and slipped into the slit of his cock.
This feels a lot better without fangs, Yoochun said.
Says you.
Yoochun chuckled, and then hummed low in his throat as Jaejoong took his entire cock into his mouth. He kept his head back, because if he watched Jaejoong’s red lips opened wide around his cock , he was going to come. Jaejoong on his knees always made him lose control of himself. Jae whined and teased more, using his tongue along the underside and up the vein. His fingers cupped Yoochun’s balls.
“Oh, shit,” Yoochun gasped.
The blow job was no different than the others Jaejoong had given him over the years, but with every one, every time together, Yoochun’s love and devotion to Jaejoong grew. Their bond grew, their connection grew. Their souls met.
I love you, Yoochun said, so much. So fucking much.
Jae hummed his agreement, the hum was another submission noise from a sub-mate. It made Yoochun shiver. He gripped Jae’s hair again and pulled him up to his lips. Sometime, Jaejoong had pulled his own pants off and their bare bodies brushed. Yoochun had to quickly fold his wings in as Jaejoong pushed his back to the bed. Jaejoong’s wings were spread, brushing the posts of the bed. He sat his bare body against Yoochun’s lap and rocked his hips.
I want you.
Hang on.
No. I want you now.
Jae, you’re not--
Yoochun cried out as Jae’s hips shifted at just the right angle. The head of his cock forced its way into Jae’s unprepared body.
God, at least get some lube.
Jae grinned. Before Yoochun could stop him, Jaejoong sliced a fang over the palm of his hand.
Jaejoong, Yoochun chided.
Jaejoong smiled and grabbed Yoochun’s cock. Yoochun cried out and arched into the hand, but it was only there for a moment. Jae sat on his cock again, his whole body shaking as Yoochun thrust up into him all at once. Jae’s eyes shut with a sigh, he shifted his hips and then his eyes opened.
Yoochun was gasping. Jaejoong’s body was too tight, too hot, too much, and the fact that it was his blood giving him the slickness needed for penetration drove Yoochun near insanity.
Jaejoong smirked and brought his hand up to his face. He licked the blood from it, eyes locked on Yoochun’s. Yoochun cursed down their link. Jaejoong laughed and held his hand out. Yoochun gripped Jaejoong’s hips and used him to sit up enough to close his mouth over Jaejoong’s palm.
Jaejoong lifted his body slowly, pulling a deep whine from Yoochun.
God, Jaejoong, I love you
I know.
Jaejoong rode him slowly. Yoochun had to pull away from his hand. He landed on his back with a gasp. Jaejoong’s body clenched around him. Yoochun couldn’t thrust up, his feet still on the floor.
Can I bite you yet?
Yoochun wanted to say yes, he wanted to feel Jae’s fangs in his neck. Instead, Yoochun growled out a commanding no, causing Jaejoong to shrink back and shiver. With a burst of power, Yoochun threw Jaejoong over him and onto the bed. Jaejoong landed with an oof on his stomach. Before Jae could move, Yoochun flipped around and yanked him back by his hips. Jae’s wings jerked back, snapped Yoochun’s body.
Yoochun growled a warning. He gripped Jae’s ass and spread him open. He leaned forward and licked at the blood along Jae’s skin. Jae shivered and begged down their link. Yoochun reached between Jaejoong’s legs and pulled on his balls.
Jae’s wings flapped hard, throwing their hair and clothes and bedspread in the draft.
Stop moving your wings. They’re yours to control.
Jae sent irritation at him.
Do it, Jaejoong. You have to control them at all times.
I did not ask for a test of my control right now, Jae snapped.
Well, I’m giving you one. Stop them.
Jaejoong whimpered while Yoochun continued to lick at his hole and play with his balls. You’re totally ruining this.
No, I’m not. Yes, unconstrained, wild sex with you is amazing, but I want to show you that it can be more amazing with control.
Don’t want control.
Trust me, my love. You do not have control right now. Yoochun let Jaejoong feel his dominance, let him feel his power and his possession of him.
Jae whined and lowered his head to the bed. His wings stilled, but stayed spread. A tiny bit of fear leaked down their link.
I don’t want you to be afraid of me, Yoochun said immediately and withdrew his power. I want you to learn on your own. I don’t want to control you. I want you to control yourself.
Jae shuddered. Yoochun stopped teasing him until Jae pushed back up on his hands. His wings only moved once and then they stilled.
Yoochun crooned in praise and then licked Jaejoong more. He had no desire to leave Jaejoong’s body, so he did what Jae had done and sliced his palm open.
Jaejoong laughed in his head.
Yoochun slapped his ass once, and Jae arched back with a cry. His wings fluttered but did not snap. Yoochun coated his cock in blood, and then pressed two fingers into Jaejoong’s body. Jae whimpered, and then moaned as Yoochun ran his other hand up Jaejoong’s bare back and to his shoulders. He pressed against Jaejoong’s spine, between his wings, adding pressure with his fingers tips before sliding his hand down Jaejoong’s spine.
Jaejoong’s back arched and he hummed low as his head dropped between his arms.
Isn’t that better? Yoochun whispered, and repeated the motion over and over until Jaejoong shook underneath him.
Why … I … fuck … Yoochun.
Yoochun laughed. “I told you it was better.” He removed his fingers and slid his cock up and over Jaejoong’s entrance. “Fold your wings.”
“Chunnie,” he whined.
“Fold them.”
Jae’s body shook with the effort, but a few seconds later, the joints twisted, the feathers adjusted, and Jae’s wings folded to his back. The ends stretched past Yoochun’s body. Yoochun leaned forward and kissed where the skin turned to feathers. He breathed over that spot, and Jaejoong shouted in ecstasy, body quaking. When Yoochun nipped at the skin, the shout dropped to an incessant whine of submission that Yoochun had been waiting for. He thrust into Jaejoong’s tight entrance.
Jaejoong jerked his hips back, and a moment later his wings shook.
Don’t, Jaejoong, Yoochun warned as he stopped completely.
Jaejoong whimpered, but his wings settled. I’m sorry. I … I’m … please, move. Please.
Yoochun nuzzled his back and wings again. If you can, spread them halfway.
But you’re-
I know. Trust me. Just try.
Okay.
Jaejoong wings opened, and Yoochun shivered as the feathers tickled every inch of his exposed skin. He gripped one wing and held it, a silent command not to move. He rubbed his face up and down the bone, and memorized the feel and smell of his mate’s wings. He lapped at the skin, and felt Jaejoong’s orgasm through his body and their connection.
Perfect, my love.
Jae moaned his name through their link while he continued to whine in submission.
Yoochun rotated his hips, not pulling out of Jaejoong’s body, just pushing deeper. He moved his hands and mouth and face to Jaejoong’s other wing, repeating the process of marking, and feeling and smelling. He continued, over and over, wing to wing, bone to bone, until he was certain he’d touched or licked every feather and every joint. Jaejoong’s body shook in orgasm after orgasm, until he could not hold himself up anymore, and his face pressed against the bed, hands clutching the sheets. His cock was purple, still hard, leaking a constant flow of clear liquid between his orgasms. He fucked himself on Yoochun’s cock, and Yoochun allowed it, because, well, it felt good.
He praised Jaejoong constantly, aloud and down their link. His own orgasm came and went, each wave stronger than the last. That spark of their souls joining had him gasping more than once, but he did not come, not yet. He would with Jaejoong, when he wanted to.
Yoochun was pushing him, he knew that, but he had too. Jaejoong’s wings had already drooped, he had no energy to keep them folded or up, or do anything with them, other than let them open and hang. Yoochun continued running his hands and fingers through the feathers, making Jaejoong shiver.
Yoo-yoochun?
Yes, my love?
I … I … can’t.
I know.
Jaejoong whimpered. He gasped and his mouth opened as he lost control. His fangs extending, his eyes went red. If any part of Yoochun’s body had been in front of Jaejoong’s face, there would be fangs in him right now. A constant, low hum permeated the room, filled Yoochun’s ears with an utter feeling of possession. Jaejoong was his. Completely.
Yoochun did not fight off the next wave of pleasure. He let it fill him, moved his hips faster and harder inside his mate. Yoochun smirked and let himself lose control. He leaned forward, and right before he came, he slid his fangs into Jaejoong’s back, right between his wings. He growled, humming low. Marking and claiming his mate again.
Jae whined, their voices fell into harmony, Jae’s high, Yoochun’s low.
Yoochun shut his eyes as the pleasure exploded from him, filling Jaejoong’s body. Jaejoong cried out, his whole body shaking with another orgasm. He collapsed, pinning Jaejoong to the bed as he drank and drank, draining his mate until Jaejoong finally gave up and slipped into unconsciousness.
Yoochun hummed in approval, whispered praise through their minds and hearts and soul. He took a few more swallows and then shifted them, gathering Jaejoong’s pliant body against his chest. Sighing in utter contentment, his body relaxed, and he slept.
Part 7: Flights of Abduction
Part 5: Flights of Suspicion
Part 4: Flights of Change
Part 3: Flights of Freedom
Part 2: Flights of Desperation
Part 1: Flights of Possession
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Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong, Changmin/Junsu (implied Yunho/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*
Poster credit goes to ponyboy! Thank you! It's gorgeous!
Part 6:
Jae pushed Yoochun until Yoochun walked backwards to the bed.
He stopped them and started undoing the laces on Jaejoong’s shirt.
“Just rip it off,” Jae muttered against his neck.
“No. You’ve destroy too many articles of clothing by ripping them off me. We’re going to run out.”
The shirt fell to the floor. Jae lips and fangs moved down Yoochun chest, and he was glad he hadn’t been wearing a shirt.
Jae pushed Yoochun down to the bed, and Yoochun sat on the end. Jae kneeled and kissed lower on his stomach. Yoochun leaned back on his elbows, adjusting until his wings spread behind him. Jaejoong stared at him for a moment, and then moaned and kissed his stomach. His lips shook over Yoochun’s abs.
“Don’t you dare rip my pants off,” Yoochun said.
You’re no fun, Jae said as he unbuttoned Yoochun’s jeans. As soon as they were off, Jae opened his mouth at Yoochun’s hip.
Yoochun tangled his hand in Jae’s hair and held his face away, tugging when Jaejoong struggled. No biting.
Jaejoong whimpered his name.
No biting. Yoochun repeated and yanked on his hair.
A moment of rebellion lashed through Jaejoong and he hissed at Yoochun, but Yoochun held his head still, until lust won and Jae lowered his eyes with grudging acceptance.
Put your fangs away and I’ll let you go.
Yoochun felt his struggle for control, but Jaejoong needed to learn to do this. He needed to be able to keep himself from biting everything. He’d kill a human if he didn’t learn to control himself.
After a few seconds, Jaejoong whimpered, “Please.”
Yoochun’s own resolve weakened at that and he glared down at Jaejoong for using their bond to manipulate him.
Jaejoong grinned, licking a fang, completely unrepentant.
Later. You have to learn to do this.
And just like that, the fangs were gone. I know. But I like biting you.
I like it when you bite me.
Yoochun let go of his hair and Jaejoong kissed his skin and sucked on it, instead of biting it. Yoochun let his head tilt back, and his legs spread, giving Jaejoong better access to his body. Jae’s hands ran up and down Yoochun’s sides and legs while he continued to kiss at his skin. With his eyes shut, it was a test to see if Yoochun could tell where Jaejoong was going to lick next, but Jaejoong was learning how to block his thoughts from Yoochun, and it took Yoochun by complete surprise when the head of his cock was enveloped in Jaejoong’s mouth.
He moaned and thrust his hips up. Jaejoong shifted with the movement, not letting anymore of Yoochun’s cock into his mouth. Yoochun moaned again when his tongue pressed against the soft head, and slipped into the slit of his cock.
This feels a lot better without fangs, Yoochun said.
Says you.
Yoochun chuckled, and then hummed low in his throat as Jaejoong took his entire cock into his mouth. He kept his head back, because if he watched Jaejoong’s red lips opened wide around his cock , he was going to come. Jaejoong on his knees always made him lose control of himself. Jae whined and teased more, using his tongue along the underside and up the vein. His fingers cupped Yoochun’s balls.
“Oh, shit,” Yoochun gasped.
The blow job was no different than the others Jaejoong had given him over the years, but with every one, every time together, Yoochun’s love and devotion to Jaejoong grew. Their bond grew, their connection grew. Their souls met.
I love you, Yoochun said, so much. So fucking much.
Jae hummed his agreement, the hum was another submission noise from a sub-mate. It made Yoochun shiver. He gripped Jae’s hair again and pulled him up to his lips. Sometime, Jaejoong had pulled his own pants off and their bare bodies brushed. Yoochun had to quickly fold his wings in as Jaejoong pushed his back to the bed. Jaejoong’s wings were spread, brushing the posts of the bed. He sat his bare body against Yoochun’s lap and rocked his hips.
I want you.
Hang on.
No. I want you now.
Jae, you’re not--
Yoochun cried out as Jae’s hips shifted at just the right angle. The head of his cock forced its way into Jae’s unprepared body.
God, at least get some lube.
Jae grinned. Before Yoochun could stop him, Jaejoong sliced a fang over the palm of his hand.
Jaejoong, Yoochun chided.
Jaejoong smiled and grabbed Yoochun’s cock. Yoochun cried out and arched into the hand, but it was only there for a moment. Jae sat on his cock again, his whole body shaking as Yoochun thrust up into him all at once. Jae’s eyes shut with a sigh, he shifted his hips and then his eyes opened.
Yoochun was gasping. Jaejoong’s body was too tight, too hot, too much, and the fact that it was his blood giving him the slickness needed for penetration drove Yoochun near insanity.
Jaejoong smirked and brought his hand up to his face. He licked the blood from it, eyes locked on Yoochun’s. Yoochun cursed down their link. Jaejoong laughed and held his hand out. Yoochun gripped Jaejoong’s hips and used him to sit up enough to close his mouth over Jaejoong’s palm.
Jaejoong lifted his body slowly, pulling a deep whine from Yoochun.
God, Jaejoong, I love you
I know.
Jaejoong rode him slowly. Yoochun had to pull away from his hand. He landed on his back with a gasp. Jaejoong’s body clenched around him. Yoochun couldn’t thrust up, his feet still on the floor.
Can I bite you yet?
Yoochun wanted to say yes, he wanted to feel Jae’s fangs in his neck. Instead, Yoochun growled out a commanding no, causing Jaejoong to shrink back and shiver. With a burst of power, Yoochun threw Jaejoong over him and onto the bed. Jaejoong landed with an oof on his stomach. Before Jae could move, Yoochun flipped around and yanked him back by his hips. Jae’s wings jerked back, snapped Yoochun’s body.
Yoochun growled a warning. He gripped Jae’s ass and spread him open. He leaned forward and licked at the blood along Jae’s skin. Jae shivered and begged down their link. Yoochun reached between Jaejoong’s legs and pulled on his balls.
Jae’s wings flapped hard, throwing their hair and clothes and bedspread in the draft.
Stop moving your wings. They’re yours to control.
Jae sent irritation at him.
Do it, Jaejoong. You have to control them at all times.
I did not ask for a test of my control right now, Jae snapped.
Well, I’m giving you one. Stop them.
Jaejoong whimpered while Yoochun continued to lick at his hole and play with his balls. You’re totally ruining this.
No, I’m not. Yes, unconstrained, wild sex with you is amazing, but I want to show you that it can be more amazing with control.
Don’t want control.
Trust me, my love. You do not have control right now. Yoochun let Jaejoong feel his dominance, let him feel his power and his possession of him.
Jae whined and lowered his head to the bed. His wings stilled, but stayed spread. A tiny bit of fear leaked down their link.
I don’t want you to be afraid of me, Yoochun said immediately and withdrew his power. I want you to learn on your own. I don’t want to control you. I want you to control yourself.
Jae shuddered. Yoochun stopped teasing him until Jae pushed back up on his hands. His wings only moved once and then they stilled.
Yoochun crooned in praise and then licked Jaejoong more. He had no desire to leave Jaejoong’s body, so he did what Jae had done and sliced his palm open.
Jaejoong laughed in his head.
Yoochun slapped his ass once, and Jae arched back with a cry. His wings fluttered but did not snap. Yoochun coated his cock in blood, and then pressed two fingers into Jaejoong’s body. Jae whimpered, and then moaned as Yoochun ran his other hand up Jaejoong’s bare back and to his shoulders. He pressed against Jaejoong’s spine, between his wings, adding pressure with his fingers tips before sliding his hand down Jaejoong’s spine.
Jaejoong’s back arched and he hummed low as his head dropped between his arms.
Isn’t that better? Yoochun whispered, and repeated the motion over and over until Jaejoong shook underneath him.
Why … I … fuck … Yoochun.
Yoochun laughed. “I told you it was better.” He removed his fingers and slid his cock up and over Jaejoong’s entrance. “Fold your wings.”
“Chunnie,” he whined.
“Fold them.”
Jae’s body shook with the effort, but a few seconds later, the joints twisted, the feathers adjusted, and Jae’s wings folded to his back. The ends stretched past Yoochun’s body. Yoochun leaned forward and kissed where the skin turned to feathers. He breathed over that spot, and Jaejoong shouted in ecstasy, body quaking. When Yoochun nipped at the skin, the shout dropped to an incessant whine of submission that Yoochun had been waiting for. He thrust into Jaejoong’s tight entrance.
Jaejoong jerked his hips back, and a moment later his wings shook.
Don’t, Jaejoong, Yoochun warned as he stopped completely.
Jaejoong whimpered, but his wings settled. I’m sorry. I … I’m … please, move. Please.
Yoochun nuzzled his back and wings again. If you can, spread them halfway.
But you’re-
I know. Trust me. Just try.
Okay.
Jaejoong wings opened, and Yoochun shivered as the feathers tickled every inch of his exposed skin. He gripped one wing and held it, a silent command not to move. He rubbed his face up and down the bone, and memorized the feel and smell of his mate’s wings. He lapped at the skin, and felt Jaejoong’s orgasm through his body and their connection.
Perfect, my love.
Jae moaned his name through their link while he continued to whine in submission.
Yoochun rotated his hips, not pulling out of Jaejoong’s body, just pushing deeper. He moved his hands and mouth and face to Jaejoong’s other wing, repeating the process of marking, and feeling and smelling. He continued, over and over, wing to wing, bone to bone, until he was certain he’d touched or licked every feather and every joint. Jaejoong’s body shook in orgasm after orgasm, until he could not hold himself up anymore, and his face pressed against the bed, hands clutching the sheets. His cock was purple, still hard, leaking a constant flow of clear liquid between his orgasms. He fucked himself on Yoochun’s cock, and Yoochun allowed it, because, well, it felt good.
He praised Jaejoong constantly, aloud and down their link. His own orgasm came and went, each wave stronger than the last. That spark of their souls joining had him gasping more than once, but he did not come, not yet. He would with Jaejoong, when he wanted to.
Yoochun was pushing him, he knew that, but he had too. Jaejoong’s wings had already drooped, he had no energy to keep them folded or up, or do anything with them, other than let them open and hang. Yoochun continued running his hands and fingers through the feathers, making Jaejoong shiver.
Yoo-yoochun?
Yes, my love?
I … I … can’t.
I know.
Jaejoong whimpered. He gasped and his mouth opened as he lost control. His fangs extending, his eyes went red. If any part of Yoochun’s body had been in front of Jaejoong’s face, there would be fangs in him right now. A constant, low hum permeated the room, filled Yoochun’s ears with an utter feeling of possession. Jaejoong was his. Completely.
Yoochun did not fight off the next wave of pleasure. He let it fill him, moved his hips faster and harder inside his mate. Yoochun smirked and let himself lose control. He leaned forward, and right before he came, he slid his fangs into Jaejoong’s back, right between his wings. He growled, humming low. Marking and claiming his mate again.
Jae whined, their voices fell into harmony, Jae’s high, Yoochun’s low.
Yoochun shut his eyes as the pleasure exploded from him, filling Jaejoong’s body. Jaejoong cried out, his whole body shaking with another orgasm. He collapsed, pinning Jaejoong to the bed as he drank and drank, draining his mate until Jaejoong finally gave up and slipped into unconsciousness.
Yoochun hummed in approval, whispered praise through their minds and hearts and soul. He took a few more swallows and then shifted them, gathering Jaejoong’s pliant body against his chest. Sighing in utter contentment, his body relaxed, and he slept.
Part 7: Flights of Abduction
Part 5: Flights of Suspicion
Part 4: Flights of Change
Part 3: Flights of Freedom
Part 2: Flights of Desperation
Part 1: Flights of Possession
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