Flights 8/?
Title: Flights 8/?
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 8:
Changmin had Junsu on a metal table. He was on his stomach, wings and arms hanging limp off the sides. There were crisscrosses of red skin on his arms and legs and back.
Changmin’s lips were pursed into a thin line. Anger and concern waved through his soul and into the room. Jaejoong stood in the corner of the room, wings twitching, face worried.
“How is he?” Yoochun asked, setting his burden on another table.
Jaejoong was immediately in his arms. Yoochun held him closely.
Changmin’s eyes narrowed at the unconscious human, and then flicked to Yunho. Yunho hadn’t come more than two steps into the room. He nodded once in understanding. “He’s okay. He’s not dead. They sedated him and pumped him full of mental destabilizers, so even though I can contact him now, I can’t talk to him. I’ll have to wait until the effects wear off.”
“How did they-“
Changmin pointed across the room. The net that had been holding Junsu lay in a heap on the floor. “It’s an amazing piece of equipment. From what I can tell, it sends electrical currents to whatever is touching it and then forms a barrier around them. I’ll have to ask Junsu to clarify, but it seems like it bars everything: sound, radio, light waves, everything from it.”
“You’re going to be focused on that for a few weeks until you figure it out.”
“Yeah. What is Leeteuk doing with the other humans?”
“Interrogating them. Finding out how they knew where to attack, and who in the city is helping them. Killing them if necessary.”
Changmin stopped, and his eyes softened for a moment as Junsu’s chest rose in a deep breath. He hooked his hands under Junsu’s legs and around his shoulders and lifted him.
“We’ll talk about the human later,” he said as he carried Junsu away. “But restrain him.”
Yoochun met Yunho’s eyes, and Yunho nodded. “I … I know.”
Yoochun pushed Jaejoong away for a moment, but Jaejoong clung to him. “Jae, I-”
“I want to eat him,” Jae muttered.
Yoochun chuckled. The first human Jae had been around since his turning; Yoochun was surprised Jae hadn’t already tried.
I know he’s Yunho’s mate, Jae said.
Yoochun kissed Jae’s forehead and pushed him toward Yunho. Hold him, or he’s going to go all primal on your human.
Yunho held out his hand and Jae kept his head bowed as he took it and let Yunho hold him. Sorry, Jae whispered. The urge to feed thrummed through him.
It’s not your fault you’re new, Yunho said. I need a hug anyway.
Is he really your mate?
I think so.
But he … he tried to hurt Junsu.
I know.
Yoochun listened to their conversation while he took off the human’s helmet and goggles. He quickly checked his injuries, but only had the concussion that Yoochun had given him. It wasn’t bad, but just in case, he carefully filled a syringe of pain medicine, enough to keep him asleep while his body healed. Yoochun made sure the human had no weapons on him and then bound his ankles and wrists with electronic cuffs. The release latch was programmed only to Changmin’s touch.
Yunho shook, trying to control himself, and then said, “Sit on a table, Chun, and let me look at your wing.”
Yoochun looked up, confused, and then a sharp pain laced up his wing and into his back. Right, he’d gotten shot. Jaejoong was immediately next to him, ushering him to a table while Yunho grabbed some healing supplies.
“It’s not that bad,” Yoochun protested.
“It’s still bleeding,” Yunho said. “Sit.”
Yoochun sat and spread his wings. Low on his right wing there was another burst of pain. He winced.
“You’re such a liar,” Jaejoong said and his face jerked.
“I’m sorry that it’s hurting you too,” Yoochun said and pulled him between his legs. Jae curled up into his chest.
Yunho’s hands were quick with cleaning and stitching. “You’re lucky the bullet didn’t lodge anywhere. It went right through and only broke two bones. You should be able to fly tomorrow night for a little while.”
“Maybe, depending on what Leeteuk finds out.”
“Yeah.”
Yoochun sent Jaejoong a cautionary warning and then turned to Yunho. “Want to stay with us tonight?”
Jaejoong’s feelings flared with jealously and possessiveness, but Yoochun’s mind was firm. He needs it.
I know. Doesn’t mean I have to like it.
Yunho looked conflicted, eyes shooting between them and the human. Yoochun stood up. He kept one arm around Jaejoong and held out his hand for Yunho. Yunho sighed and took it. He kept his head turned as Yoochun led them to the bedroom.
Yoochun crawled into bed first, and then Jaejoong followed. A little growl slipped out of Jaejoong as Yunho followed them. Yoochun growled back and pinched Jae’s wing. He lowered his eyes, repentant, but unhappy.
“Sorry,” Jae whispered. “Can I …”
“Are you going to be nice to Yunho?”
Jae nodded.
Yoochun rubbed their cheeks together. I know you’re feeling possessive, right now. But you’ll have to learn this. Yes, you’re my mate, but as Avixiary, we are one. When one of us suffers, we all suffer. Yunho can be a bastard, and he has been for as long as I’ve known him, but he will not be abandoned. Nor will you. And I know you’re hungry.
Jaejoong meekly slid his fangs into Yoochun’s neck.
Yoochun met Yunho’s eyes. The other hadn’t done more than sit on the bed, legs crossed, arms loose at his sides. His wings hung dejectedly.
“Yunho,” Yoochun said.
Yunho flinched and then said, “How-how did you go so long with Jaejoong so close?”
“The thought of his dead body kept me strong. You won’t have to do that.”
“I want to hold him, but he’s going to hate me. He does hate me. I can feel it.”
Yoochun frowned. Again he gestured with his arm. “Come and lay down. We’ll deal with it when he wakes up.”
Yunho shook as he crawled over to Yoochun. “I … I don’t want him to wake up.”
“Yunho.”
“What? He hates me.”
“He doesn’t know you. He hates Avixiary, but it’s a hate bred from habit and persecution and racism, not a hate based on you.”
Jaejoong, feed from him.
Jaejoong’s essence flared with anger.
Jaejoong. Do it. Just remember all the times he fed off you and almost drained you. He needs to sleep and he’s not going to sleep with his blood pumping through him like it is.
Jaejoong pulled his fangs away from Yoochun and sat up, straddling his lap. He crossed his arms. “I don’t want to.”
“I don’t care. Do it.”
Yoochun cut off his amusement, watching Jaejoong fight against the will to obey, but eventually he took a deep breath.
Yunho was curled against Yoochun’s side. His hand tugged listlessly on Yoochun’s shirt.
Jaejoong sighed again and lifted his leg, arching it over Yunho’s body as well. Yunho barely reacted as Jaejoong leaned over and bit his neck. It took about ten minutes, and then Yunho’s arm encircled Jae’s back, fingers playing with his wings. Jaejoong hummed, and then whined when Yoochun mentally chastised him.
Sorry, it’s …
Just drink. No sex.
Yunho’s amusement carried through them. I knew you weren’t enough for him.
Jae really made a noise of protest.
“Don’t piss him off with his fangs in your neck,” Yoochun said with a laugh.
Yunho’s eyes shut and he sighed. “I like his fangs in my neck. Makes me wish you’d turned him sooner.”
“Me, too,” Yoochun said.
Jaejoong suddenly pulled away from Yunho with a whimper. He landed on the opposite side of Yoochun and curled into a ball. His wings were snapping. Lust wove around him as he fought to control himself.
Yoochun chuckled and curled around him. With mental persuasions, Jaejoong straightened his body. Yoochun slipped his hand into his sweats and stroked his cock.
You did well, my mate. You are going to be very strong.
Jaejoong whimpered. His wings spread, and his arms reached behind him, curling around Yoochun’s neck. Yoochun fed from his neck, sped up his strokes along his cock. This time, when Jaejoong hummed in submission, Yoochun let him, soaking up the call into his body. His own cock was hard, but he didn’t need any now. It was time for his mate and for his friend to get what they needed.
Jaejoong’s body shook in his arms, and he came with a ragged sigh into Yoochun’s hand and over his clothes. He grabbed Yoochun’s wrist and brought his hand to his lips, licking up his come from his fingers.
“He really is beautiful,” Yunho whispered.
Yoochun smiled and kissed Jaejoong’s cheek. “Yes, he is. How is yours?”
“Still out cold. You hit him really hard.”
“He shot me!” Yoochun said.
Yunho smiled. “I’m sure you deserved it for something.”
“Fucker. Let’s try to sleep. It’s been a rough day.” The three of them settled down, Jaejoong smashed between them with his head on Yoochun’s chest.
Jae’s essence flared in contentment as Yunho spooned in behind him. You’re warm.
You’re pretty.
Jae giggled.
“Stop flirting with my mate,” Yoochun snapped.
Yunho smiled and kissed Jaejoong’s cheek and then leaned up enough to kiss Yoochun’s. Thank you. I didn’t think I was going to be able to sleep.
A few hours later, Yunho shook Yoochun.
Yoochun sighed as Jaejoong stirred against him.
He’s awake, Yunho said, mind bordering on panic again.
Yoochun sighed again, but this time, he sat up, tucking Jaejoong into the bed. Jae clutched onto Yoochun’s arm in his sleep. Yoochun whispered at him mentally, and then Jae rolled over and slept. With a kiss to Jaejoong’s shoulder, Yoochun forced his body out of bed. The effects of the sunlight down in Changmin’s den weren’t as bad as being in the sun, but Yoochun was still lethargic.
Yunho’s energy bounced anxiously.
Is he coherent? Yoochun asked.
Yes, and I contacted Changmin, but he told me to fuck off, that the human deserved to be kept captive for as long as Changmin wanted him captive and then I decided that it’d be better not to fight with him because Junsu isn’t awake yet and he’s still ornery.
Good call.
They entered the receiving room. The human’s eyes went wide and he screamed, twisting in the restraints.
“Woah, calm down,” Yoochun said, hands raised. “We’re not going to hurt you.”
“Stay away from me, stay … don’t touch me.”
“You were injured,” Yoochun said. “You should let me check your head.”
Yunho stayed behind him, fingers gripped around Yoochun’s wing.
“Stay-stay-please-”
God, Yunho, can you calm him down?
I … I …
The human thrashed harder, screaming something about voodoo and mind control and a lot of other bullshit.
Someone shut that thing up! Changmin shouted.
And a moment later, the human was quiet, eyes wide as he stared at Yunho.
I’m sorry, I’m sorry. You just … you have to let us explain and you can hate me but please, just … please.
Yoochun reached behind him and held Yunho’s hand.
I told you he’d hate me, Yunho said.
Yoochun let Yunho curl into his arms and cry.
The human’s eyes went wider. “Let me go,” he said.
Yunho shivered in Yoochun’s arms.
“I’m sorry, but only Changmin has the capabilities of releasing you, and he’s busy. What’s your name?”
“Fuck off. Let me go.”
Let him go, Yunho said, fingers tightening in Yoochun’s shirt. He hates me. He doesn’t want to be here. Let him go.
Yoochun didn’t take his eyes from the human’s as he rubbed Yunho’s back. The human stared at them.
“You do know you’re doing this to him, right?’ Yoochun said.
Yunho stiffened in his arms and told him to be quiet.
“Why should I care?”
Yoochun smiled. “As long as you can feel it, that’s all that matters.”
“Feel what? The spell he put on me.”
“Yoochun, please don’t,” Yunho whispered. “He-he’s fighting it.”
“Are you hungry?” Yoochun asked.
“What does that matter? I can’t get up to eat.”
“No, but we can feed you.”
“No thanks. You’ll poison whatever it is I eat, and all you need is blood anyway.”
Yoochun laughed. “God, you believe all the superstitions and stereotypes about us, don’t you?”
“It’s true.”
“It’s not. I’m hungry. It’s time for breakfast.”
“I’ll go make it,” Yunho said quickly and before Yoochun could pull him back, Yunho was gone, down the hallway.
“What’s your name?” Yoochun asked him again.
“Fuck off.”
“Yunho could find out, you know. Dig through your mind until he knows everything about you, but he’s afraid of you, afraid of you hating him.”
“I hate you all.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re Avixiary.”
“That’s a pretty stupid reason to hate someone,” Yoochun said. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “I mean, if we had harmed you, or killed your family, or pissed in your drinking water, then yeah, those are all good reasons to hate us, but just because we’re Avixiary is stupid.”
“You’re demons, creatures of death.”
“When was the last time a human was killed by an Avixiary?”
“Last night I watched you kill someone.”
“Point. But I didn’t mean to. And you’re the one who shot me, and I didn’t kill you when I had a reason to.”
The human remained silent.
Why is Yunho in the kitchen? Jaejoong said in his head.
Making breakfast.
Oh, no he is not.
Yoochun smiled, and then sent to Changmin. Will you come and release this human’s legs?
Changmin’s essence felt sated and secure, content.
Yoochun’s smile widened. Junsu must be awake.
Yes. I’ll be there in five.
“You’re freaking me out,” the human said.
“Why?”
“Just … that smile it’s …”
“Well, if you could speak to us mentally, then you’d know why I was smiling.”
Yunho came up behind him cautiously.
“Breakfast done?”
“No. Jaejoong kicked me out of the kitchen.”
Yoochun laughed.
Is he …
Yoochun pressed his forehead against Yunho’s. I’m going to see if I can trigger the possession in him. See if he’ll succumb to it.
You’re such as ass, Yunho said, but he put his hand on Yoochun’s waist.
The human made a tiny noise, and Yunho shivered.
Well?
It’s working … but he’s fighting it.
Better than nothing.
“God, knock it off. That’s another thing about you demons. The gay thing.”
“Another unfounded reason why you hate us?” Yoochun said, turning just his head to look at the human.
The human looked away.
Yoochun kissed Yunho’s cheek. Go back to the kitchen. I’m trying to get him to tell me his name.
Okay. Don’t … don’t hurt him.
I would never hurt him, Yunho. Ever.
Yunho nodded and left them alone again.
“Why does he keep leaving?” the human asked.
“Because it hurts him to be around you. You can feel it. Why are you asking?”
“What does that mean, I can feel it?”
Yoochun smirked. “What? No accusations of witchcraft anymore?”
“No, because … because …”
“You don’t have to explain. I already know. It’s just what happens. Now, will you tell me your name? I’m getting tired of thinking of you as ‘Yunho’s mate’ in my head.”
The human’s eyes went wide and he jerked his head up. “M-mate? That’s ridiculous.” His voice wavered.
“Maybe. What’s your name?”
Part 9: Flights of Discovery
Part 7: Flights of Abduction
Part 6: Flights of Passion
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 8:
Changmin had Junsu on a metal table. He was on his stomach, wings and arms hanging limp off the sides. There were crisscrosses of red skin on his arms and legs and back.
Changmin’s lips were pursed into a thin line. Anger and concern waved through his soul and into the room. Jaejoong stood in the corner of the room, wings twitching, face worried.
“How is he?” Yoochun asked, setting his burden on another table.
Jaejoong was immediately in his arms. Yoochun held him closely.
Changmin’s eyes narrowed at the unconscious human, and then flicked to Yunho. Yunho hadn’t come more than two steps into the room. He nodded once in understanding. “He’s okay. He’s not dead. They sedated him and pumped him full of mental destabilizers, so even though I can contact him now, I can’t talk to him. I’ll have to wait until the effects wear off.”
“How did they-“
Changmin pointed across the room. The net that had been holding Junsu lay in a heap on the floor. “It’s an amazing piece of equipment. From what I can tell, it sends electrical currents to whatever is touching it and then forms a barrier around them. I’ll have to ask Junsu to clarify, but it seems like it bars everything: sound, radio, light waves, everything from it.”
“You’re going to be focused on that for a few weeks until you figure it out.”
“Yeah. What is Leeteuk doing with the other humans?”
“Interrogating them. Finding out how they knew where to attack, and who in the city is helping them. Killing them if necessary.”
Changmin stopped, and his eyes softened for a moment as Junsu’s chest rose in a deep breath. He hooked his hands under Junsu’s legs and around his shoulders and lifted him.
“We’ll talk about the human later,” he said as he carried Junsu away. “But restrain him.”
Yoochun met Yunho’s eyes, and Yunho nodded. “I … I know.”
Yoochun pushed Jaejoong away for a moment, but Jaejoong clung to him. “Jae, I-”
“I want to eat him,” Jae muttered.
Yoochun chuckled. The first human Jae had been around since his turning; Yoochun was surprised Jae hadn’t already tried.
I know he’s Yunho’s mate, Jae said.
Yoochun kissed Jae’s forehead and pushed him toward Yunho. Hold him, or he’s going to go all primal on your human.
Yunho held out his hand and Jae kept his head bowed as he took it and let Yunho hold him. Sorry, Jae whispered. The urge to feed thrummed through him.
It’s not your fault you’re new, Yunho said. I need a hug anyway.
Is he really your mate?
I think so.
But he … he tried to hurt Junsu.
I know.
Yoochun listened to their conversation while he took off the human’s helmet and goggles. He quickly checked his injuries, but only had the concussion that Yoochun had given him. It wasn’t bad, but just in case, he carefully filled a syringe of pain medicine, enough to keep him asleep while his body healed. Yoochun made sure the human had no weapons on him and then bound his ankles and wrists with electronic cuffs. The release latch was programmed only to Changmin’s touch.
Yunho shook, trying to control himself, and then said, “Sit on a table, Chun, and let me look at your wing.”
Yoochun looked up, confused, and then a sharp pain laced up his wing and into his back. Right, he’d gotten shot. Jaejoong was immediately next to him, ushering him to a table while Yunho grabbed some healing supplies.
“It’s not that bad,” Yoochun protested.
“It’s still bleeding,” Yunho said. “Sit.”
Yoochun sat and spread his wings. Low on his right wing there was another burst of pain. He winced.
“You’re such a liar,” Jaejoong said and his face jerked.
“I’m sorry that it’s hurting you too,” Yoochun said and pulled him between his legs. Jae curled up into his chest.
Yunho’s hands were quick with cleaning and stitching. “You’re lucky the bullet didn’t lodge anywhere. It went right through and only broke two bones. You should be able to fly tomorrow night for a little while.”
“Maybe, depending on what Leeteuk finds out.”
“Yeah.”
Yoochun sent Jaejoong a cautionary warning and then turned to Yunho. “Want to stay with us tonight?”
Jaejoong’s feelings flared with jealously and possessiveness, but Yoochun’s mind was firm. He needs it.
I know. Doesn’t mean I have to like it.
Yunho looked conflicted, eyes shooting between them and the human. Yoochun stood up. He kept one arm around Jaejoong and held out his hand for Yunho. Yunho sighed and took it. He kept his head turned as Yoochun led them to the bedroom.
Yoochun crawled into bed first, and then Jaejoong followed. A little growl slipped out of Jaejoong as Yunho followed them. Yoochun growled back and pinched Jae’s wing. He lowered his eyes, repentant, but unhappy.
“Sorry,” Jae whispered. “Can I …”
“Are you going to be nice to Yunho?”
Jae nodded.
Yoochun rubbed their cheeks together. I know you’re feeling possessive, right now. But you’ll have to learn this. Yes, you’re my mate, but as Avixiary, we are one. When one of us suffers, we all suffer. Yunho can be a bastard, and he has been for as long as I’ve known him, but he will not be abandoned. Nor will you. And I know you’re hungry.
Jaejoong meekly slid his fangs into Yoochun’s neck.
Yoochun met Yunho’s eyes. The other hadn’t done more than sit on the bed, legs crossed, arms loose at his sides. His wings hung dejectedly.
“Yunho,” Yoochun said.
Yunho flinched and then said, “How-how did you go so long with Jaejoong so close?”
“The thought of his dead body kept me strong. You won’t have to do that.”
“I want to hold him, but he’s going to hate me. He does hate me. I can feel it.”
Yoochun frowned. Again he gestured with his arm. “Come and lay down. We’ll deal with it when he wakes up.”
Yunho shook as he crawled over to Yoochun. “I … I don’t want him to wake up.”
“Yunho.”
“What? He hates me.”
“He doesn’t know you. He hates Avixiary, but it’s a hate bred from habit and persecution and racism, not a hate based on you.”
Jaejoong, feed from him.
Jaejoong’s essence flared with anger.
Jaejoong. Do it. Just remember all the times he fed off you and almost drained you. He needs to sleep and he’s not going to sleep with his blood pumping through him like it is.
Jaejoong pulled his fangs away from Yoochun and sat up, straddling his lap. He crossed his arms. “I don’t want to.”
“I don’t care. Do it.”
Yoochun cut off his amusement, watching Jaejoong fight against the will to obey, but eventually he took a deep breath.
Yunho was curled against Yoochun’s side. His hand tugged listlessly on Yoochun’s shirt.
Jaejoong sighed again and lifted his leg, arching it over Yunho’s body as well. Yunho barely reacted as Jaejoong leaned over and bit his neck. It took about ten minutes, and then Yunho’s arm encircled Jae’s back, fingers playing with his wings. Jaejoong hummed, and then whined when Yoochun mentally chastised him.
Sorry, it’s …
Just drink. No sex.
Yunho’s amusement carried through them. I knew you weren’t enough for him.
Jae really made a noise of protest.
“Don’t piss him off with his fangs in your neck,” Yoochun said with a laugh.
Yunho’s eyes shut and he sighed. “I like his fangs in my neck. Makes me wish you’d turned him sooner.”
“Me, too,” Yoochun said.
Jaejoong suddenly pulled away from Yunho with a whimper. He landed on the opposite side of Yoochun and curled into a ball. His wings were snapping. Lust wove around him as he fought to control himself.
Yoochun chuckled and curled around him. With mental persuasions, Jaejoong straightened his body. Yoochun slipped his hand into his sweats and stroked his cock.
You did well, my mate. You are going to be very strong.
Jaejoong whimpered. His wings spread, and his arms reached behind him, curling around Yoochun’s neck. Yoochun fed from his neck, sped up his strokes along his cock. This time, when Jaejoong hummed in submission, Yoochun let him, soaking up the call into his body. His own cock was hard, but he didn’t need any now. It was time for his mate and for his friend to get what they needed.
Jaejoong’s body shook in his arms, and he came with a ragged sigh into Yoochun’s hand and over his clothes. He grabbed Yoochun’s wrist and brought his hand to his lips, licking up his come from his fingers.
“He really is beautiful,” Yunho whispered.
Yoochun smiled and kissed Jaejoong’s cheek. “Yes, he is. How is yours?”
“Still out cold. You hit him really hard.”
“He shot me!” Yoochun said.
Yunho smiled. “I’m sure you deserved it for something.”
“Fucker. Let’s try to sleep. It’s been a rough day.” The three of them settled down, Jaejoong smashed between them with his head on Yoochun’s chest.
Jae’s essence flared in contentment as Yunho spooned in behind him. You’re warm.
You’re pretty.
Jae giggled.
“Stop flirting with my mate,” Yoochun snapped.
Yunho smiled and kissed Jaejoong’s cheek and then leaned up enough to kiss Yoochun’s. Thank you. I didn’t think I was going to be able to sleep.
A few hours later, Yunho shook Yoochun.
Yoochun sighed as Jaejoong stirred against him.
He’s awake, Yunho said, mind bordering on panic again.
Yoochun sighed again, but this time, he sat up, tucking Jaejoong into the bed. Jae clutched onto Yoochun’s arm in his sleep. Yoochun whispered at him mentally, and then Jae rolled over and slept. With a kiss to Jaejoong’s shoulder, Yoochun forced his body out of bed. The effects of the sunlight down in Changmin’s den weren’t as bad as being in the sun, but Yoochun was still lethargic.
Yunho’s energy bounced anxiously.
Is he coherent? Yoochun asked.
Yes, and I contacted Changmin, but he told me to fuck off, that the human deserved to be kept captive for as long as Changmin wanted him captive and then I decided that it’d be better not to fight with him because Junsu isn’t awake yet and he’s still ornery.
Good call.
They entered the receiving room. The human’s eyes went wide and he screamed, twisting in the restraints.
“Woah, calm down,” Yoochun said, hands raised. “We’re not going to hurt you.”
“Stay away from me, stay … don’t touch me.”
“You were injured,” Yoochun said. “You should let me check your head.”
Yunho stayed behind him, fingers gripped around Yoochun’s wing.
“Stay-stay-please-”
God, Yunho, can you calm him down?
I … I …
The human thrashed harder, screaming something about voodoo and mind control and a lot of other bullshit.
Someone shut that thing up! Changmin shouted.
And a moment later, the human was quiet, eyes wide as he stared at Yunho.
I’m sorry, I’m sorry. You just … you have to let us explain and you can hate me but please, just … please.
Yoochun reached behind him and held Yunho’s hand.
I told you he’d hate me, Yunho said.
Yoochun let Yunho curl into his arms and cry.
The human’s eyes went wider. “Let me go,” he said.
Yunho shivered in Yoochun’s arms.
“I’m sorry, but only Changmin has the capabilities of releasing you, and he’s busy. What’s your name?”
“Fuck off. Let me go.”
Let him go, Yunho said, fingers tightening in Yoochun’s shirt. He hates me. He doesn’t want to be here. Let him go.
Yoochun didn’t take his eyes from the human’s as he rubbed Yunho’s back. The human stared at them.
“You do know you’re doing this to him, right?’ Yoochun said.
Yunho stiffened in his arms and told him to be quiet.
“Why should I care?”
Yoochun smiled. “As long as you can feel it, that’s all that matters.”
“Feel what? The spell he put on me.”
“Yoochun, please don’t,” Yunho whispered. “He-he’s fighting it.”
“Are you hungry?” Yoochun asked.
“What does that matter? I can’t get up to eat.”
“No, but we can feed you.”
“No thanks. You’ll poison whatever it is I eat, and all you need is blood anyway.”
Yoochun laughed. “God, you believe all the superstitions and stereotypes about us, don’t you?”
“It’s true.”
“It’s not. I’m hungry. It’s time for breakfast.”
“I’ll go make it,” Yunho said quickly and before Yoochun could pull him back, Yunho was gone, down the hallway.
“What’s your name?” Yoochun asked him again.
“Fuck off.”
“Yunho could find out, you know. Dig through your mind until he knows everything about you, but he’s afraid of you, afraid of you hating him.”
“I hate you all.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re Avixiary.”
“That’s a pretty stupid reason to hate someone,” Yoochun said. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “I mean, if we had harmed you, or killed your family, or pissed in your drinking water, then yeah, those are all good reasons to hate us, but just because we’re Avixiary is stupid.”
“You’re demons, creatures of death.”
“When was the last time a human was killed by an Avixiary?”
“Last night I watched you kill someone.”
“Point. But I didn’t mean to. And you’re the one who shot me, and I didn’t kill you when I had a reason to.”
The human remained silent.
Why is Yunho in the kitchen? Jaejoong said in his head.
Making breakfast.
Oh, no he is not.
Yoochun smiled, and then sent to Changmin. Will you come and release this human’s legs?
Changmin’s essence felt sated and secure, content.
Yoochun’s smile widened. Junsu must be awake.
Yes. I’ll be there in five.
“You’re freaking me out,” the human said.
“Why?”
“Just … that smile it’s …”
“Well, if you could speak to us mentally, then you’d know why I was smiling.”
Yunho came up behind him cautiously.
“Breakfast done?”
“No. Jaejoong kicked me out of the kitchen.”
Yoochun laughed.
Is he …
Yoochun pressed his forehead against Yunho’s. I’m going to see if I can trigger the possession in him. See if he’ll succumb to it.
You’re such as ass, Yunho said, but he put his hand on Yoochun’s waist.
The human made a tiny noise, and Yunho shivered.
Well?
It’s working … but he’s fighting it.
Better than nothing.
“God, knock it off. That’s another thing about you demons. The gay thing.”
“Another unfounded reason why you hate us?” Yoochun said, turning just his head to look at the human.
The human looked away.
Yoochun kissed Yunho’s cheek. Go back to the kitchen. I’m trying to get him to tell me his name.
Okay. Don’t … don’t hurt him.
I would never hurt him, Yunho. Ever.
Yunho nodded and left them alone again.
“Why does he keep leaving?” the human asked.
“Because it hurts him to be around you. You can feel it. Why are you asking?”
“What does that mean, I can feel it?”
Yoochun smirked. “What? No accusations of witchcraft anymore?”
“No, because … because …”
“You don’t have to explain. I already know. It’s just what happens. Now, will you tell me your name? I’m getting tired of thinking of you as ‘Yunho’s mate’ in my head.”
The human’s eyes went wide and he jerked his head up. “M-mate? That’s ridiculous.” His voice wavered.
“Maybe. What’s your name?”
Part 9: Flights of Discovery
Part 7: Flights of Abduction
Part 6: Flights of Passion
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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