Savior 1/2
Title: Savior 1/2
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine to save or sex in a dark alley.
Summary: Life was violent in Yunho's world. Darkness permeated the way he lived. And then one night, a scared boy, sparked his world with sunlight.
Warning: Jaejoong is only 16. Yunho is in his twenties. Dubious consent.
A/N: This is a really really late birthday fic for sekushiai Sorry it's late, my darling! I hope this is what you wanted, or I hope you like it even if it's not what you wanted! *hugs*
To read this fic in Russian, Click here Translation provided by a friend of blake_anita
Poster credit goes to angama! Thank you! It's beautiful! ♥
Part 1:
Yunho cupped his hand over the end of the cigarette before using his other hand to flick the lighter to life. The sound of the hammer striking the small flint was not enough to give away his position, but the sudden flare of light illuminating his face was. As the first inhale of smoke entered his lungs, he knew it was worth the risk. He took a deep drag, letting the flame of the lighter die, and then released the lung-full of smoke.
Anxiety settled in the sultry night air. The heat of summer still held firm in the dying days of September. Things were quiet, for once. A good and a bad thing. A good thing, because the violence had died down from the riots of the day before. A bad thing, because even the slightest noise could be heard by someone who was only waiting for an opportunity.
Someone like Yunho.
His fingers were itching for a fight.
He finished the cigarette, killing the glowing ember on the wall before tossing the butt to the ground.
His head shot up at the sound of pounding footsteps. He turned to the sound. Three? No four sets. Someone being chased. A group that was running together, partners in crime, did not stay together: they broke apart to confuse their pursuers. Yunho continued to catalog the whys and how comes as the running footsteps came closer. A crash preceded a whimper.
Yunho dared to move, turn his head to look out in the alley.
A shadow ran, sloppy, inconsistent. Almost like he was injured. He? Yeah. Definitely a male. Ran harder. Breath echoing from the walls. And then, like a fool, he ran under the glow from a window. Yunho catalogued his face and body in moments.
A teenager? Sixteen, maybe seventeen. Bright blond hair. Eyes wide with fear and a desperate need to run. Yunho slipped from his hiding place, no longer afraid to be heard, since the boy was making so much noise. He moved up and across, thinking of an easier place to intercept his path.
Three men chased him. Whispering to each other, trying to corral him into the alleys branching off from this one.
Yunho caught another glimpse of the boy, a closer look, in another patch of light. Tight blue pants. A white shirt. Not meant to hide in the dark alleys. He was scared. Bleeding from his lip. Those eyes.
Yunho was not a good person. He was not in the alleys to save beautiful boys from their pursuers. He was in the alley for some action, for a fight, for the thrill of taking advantage of someone crazy enough to be in the alley at this time of the night during the worst riots the city had seen in weeks. But if this was all he was going to get tonight, then a pretty boy indebted to him was good enough.
Once again, he checked where the boy was while slipping through the dark. Almost. He’d have to make his move soon.
The boy stumbled again.
Yunho took advantage of it, eyeing a little nook closer than he was planning.
The boy jerked. A whimper flew from his lips.
Yunho waited. For the moment. The perfect … there.
He spun, covering the boys gasp with a hand, and then continued, another rotation, and they were in the alcove, the boy wrapped up and shuddering in Yunho’s arms, his back pressed against the wall. Yunho’s hand still covered his mouth and his nose, cutting off the deep breaths.
“Shh,” Yunho whispered, and then stayed silent.
He clawed at Yunho’s arm.
Yunho used his other hand to hold him even tighter. He pressed his lips to the boy’s ear, not missing the shudder down his body.
“Be quiet or they’ll find us and then I’ll have to fight them for you.”
The boy stilled and then nodded. Yunho moved a finger enough that he could take a breath through his nose and then covered it again.
The sound of the pursuers was loud again. They hunted for their prey, under containers, in doorways. They stopped, listening for breathing, for gasps.
“Where the …”
“Shut up. He has to be here.”
“He’s not worth it anyway.”
The boy’s shuddering grew more violent as they came closer.
“Be calm,” Yunho whispered again. “They don’t know where you are. They won’t find us.”
But the boy continued.
Yunho risked moving, shoving the boy into the corner, covering the quaking form with his still one. The danger, the anticipation of being caught filled Yunho. He almost wanted them to find him. He needed a fight.
“Let’s get out of here,” one said. “He … someone must have …”
The others stopped, not thinking of someone else possibly snagging their prey.
A few moments later, they moved away, back the way they had come.
“We’ll kill him if we see him again, but he won’t last that long.”
The boy’s shakes did not cease, but strengthened. Yunho kept his hand over the boy’s mouth to muffle his cries, but instead of pushing him against the wall, he pulled him against his body and let him cry into his chest. Yunho smirked. The kid thought he was safe with Yunho?
Well, Yunho wasn’t planning on killing him, so maybe he was.
The boy rolled his eyes up, meeting Yunho’s. They were so large, so innocent and beautiful, even in the dark. Yunho’s breath hitched. The boy had to have been a dancer, or a hooker or something. No one else could be this pretty. This unflawed. Yunho was attractive, he knew that. But his skin was rough from the life he led. There were scars on his cheek and chin. More on his body as he recovered from knife wounds.
Those eyes captivated him.
He moved his hand, wanting to see those plush lips.
The boy took a deep, quiet breath, calm for the moment. He licked his lips. Something stirred low in Yunho’s gut. His hands landed on the boys hips, and before the boy could look down, Yunho leaned forward and captured that lower lip between his.
A startled gasp ripped through those lips. His hands gripped Yunho’s long black coat. Yunho knew the boy was trying to push him away, but he was weak and tired from his run.
“I told you, you aren’t any safer with me,” Yunho whispered. “I just want something different.”
The boy’s eyes widened.
Yunho ached to see his face in the light. He traced his finger over a pale cheek. “You’re beautiful.”
He looked away, shaking again.
Yunho kept a hold of the boy’s chin. With his other hand, he unbuttoned his jeans. “Don’t make a noise,” Yunho said. He quickly peeled the blue pants from the boy’s body, slipping them over fragile hips. His skin was so pale. He ran his hands up and down his sides. The boy shivered, and then gasped when Yunho’s hand cupped his soft cock.
“No noise,” Yunho said, lips almost against his forehead. He fondled the boy until his cock grew large. “Bite your hand if you have to.” His small hands tightened in Yunho’s coat, and he bit down, filling his mouth with thick cloth as his body shook.
When Yunho stopped stroking him, the boy whimpered.
He almost asked if the boy had done this before, because he was not acting like a seasoned whore or a dancer. But if the boy wanted to play up the innocent act so Yunho wasn’t as harsh with him, then that was fine.
He put his hand on the boy’s shoulder. Muscles, not defined, but there. If the boy lived a few more years, then he’d probably fill out more. He pushed down. The boy looked up, eyes impossibly wide.
Yunho smirked. “Consider it a payment for saving your life.”
After that, the boy dropped to his knees easily. Yunho freed his erection and stroked it. The boy’s swallow was almost audible and Yunho fought off a chuckle. He held his erection down. The boy licked his lips, bit the lower one and then very tentatively licked the head of Yunho’s cock. A shuddered wracked Yunho, but he held still, in total control of his body. Another lick, through the slit. Yunho leaned his elbow on the wall, curving over the boy on his knees. He could barely see the boy, but the tentative licks to his cock were too sexy for Yunho to watch.
Yunho almost came when lips wrapped around the head. It irritated him that this boy could make him so hot so fast, but he’d never had someone so inexperienced before.
“Get on with it,” Yunho growled low.
“Sorry,” a quiet voice whispered. Again lips wrapped around the head of his cock, and Yunho bit his forearm against a groan. The tongue lapped at the soft head as more and more slipped into his warm mouth. The boy gagged, and Yunho sighed. Too inexperienced. He pushed from the wall, dislodging the mouth.
“Suck on two of your fingers,” Yunho said.
The boy lifted confused eyes to him.
“You can’t suck cock, so I’m going to fuck you.”
That lower lip was sucked into his mouth, between his teeth.
“Are you a virgin?”
The boy flinched as if he were slapped. His face darkened and he shook his head just once. Yunho wondered if the men chasing him had relieved him of his virginity. Made Yunho’s task easier.
“Suck on your fingers.”
The boy eyes shut as his fingers pushed beyond the edge of his lip. Yunho watched, that pale skin almost glowing in the dark. He cupped the boy’s cheek, smiling down at him. So beautiful. Yunho let his finger dip into that warm mouth. His cock jerked as the boy’s tongue moved to his finger for a moment. So wet, so warm.
“Prep yourself, beautiful.”
The boy’s eyes shut, long lashes shivering. He removed his fingers. Light glinted off a string of saliva before it broke. Yunho watched the boy’s face, eyes tightening, mouth open. He hooked his thumb over the boy’s lip and traced the upper with his fingers. He whimpered only once and then shuddered. His body moved up and down, and Yunho imagined the slide of fingers into his ass. He hoped the boy was tight.
He let the boy play with himself for a lot longer than he normally would. His face was captivating, warring emotions of shame, pleasure and need flickering through his eyes. His breath ghosted over Yunho’s fingers in quiet pants.
“Enough?” Yunho said, making it a question.
The boy nodded. “I … I think so.”
His voice was addicting. Yunho wanted to hear it begging, screaming, pleading while he fucked the boy on a bed.
Yunho growled and yanked the boy to his feet. He spun him, and then bent him over. The boy resisted only for a moment, and then his hands pressed against the wall in front of him. Yunho covered two of his fingers in spit before shoving them into the boy’s body. Yes, he was tight, but not as tight as Yunho had hoped. He pumped his fingers in and out, spreading them. The boy’s body shook, but he made no sound and that pissed Yunho off. He wanted to hear him moan. At least once.
He removed his fingers and then gripped his ass and spread him apart. The dark hole stood out starkly against the pale skin. Yunho wanted to see it clenching. He spit on it, right inside, and then spread the extra fluid around with his thumb. He forced three fingers in, and smirked when the boy gasped.
“Please, please,” he whimpered. “Please, just do it.”
Yunho stretched him a little longer, and then pulled his fingers out. He reached around the boy’s head and shoved them in his mouth. “Taste good?”
The boy whimpered again.
Yunho fucked the boy’s mouth for a moment, and then pulled his hand away. He wrapped it around his cock, added a bit more spit and then spread the boy open again. He missed on the first try because of the dark. He held himself steady, and then thrust into him. The boy cried out and Yunho smacked the back of his head.
“Shut up. You want to bring every thief and miscreant over here?”
“S-sorry.” The boy leaned forward more and closed his mouth around the flesh of his arm.
Yunho adjusted to the new angle, and then pulled out. The boy’s muffled moan made Yunho’s eyes cross. He thrust back in, settling quickly into a steady rhythm. The boy jerked underneath him, noises too short to be whimpers and too high to be moans staccato-beat between them. Yunho thought of telling him to shut up again, but he doubted the boy had any control over his body right now. Except the hand flying over his cock.
Yunho trailed his fingers up the boy’s t-shirt. Dragging nails back down, over the ridges of his spine. His entire body shook, the little noises almost a steady stream. Yunho wanted to see his cock disappearing into his body. As Yunho moved faster and harder, the boy’s hole clenched around him more tightly. Yunho needed support. Needed to ground himself. He knew in the back of his head they were making too much noise. He hoped that others were still inside, willing to rest for a night.
The boy almost screamed, and then it was muffled on his arm. His body tightened even more, and Yunho heard come drip to the concrete below him. Even in the short time, sweat had plastered the white t-shirt to the boy’s back. Yunho bunched it up in his hand, using it as a support as he tried to speed up his thrusts, but still stay quiet. As the boy’s body clenched around him, trying to recover from his orgasm, Yunho knew it was a lost cause. He gripped one slim hip in his hand. The other yanked on the t-shirt before Yunho remembered he was holding onto it. He released it and put that hand in the boy’s blond hair. He leaned over the boy, tugging his head up.
“Feel good?”
The boy turned his head, mouth open and he nodded. Yunho licked at his lips while pulling on his hair. “Yes, it feels good. You feel good.”
It felt good enough to want to do it again.
Yunho wondered briefly where the boy was going to go as soon as he was through with him, and then that tongue licked Yunho’s lip and he growled, covered the boy’s mouth with his own and fucked him harder. His orgasm tore through him in minutes, leaving him panting against the boy’s neck. His cock twitched in the confines of the boy’s body. Reluctantly, he pulled away and tucked himself back into his pants.
It took a few more minutes before Yunho realized he was holding the boy close, an arm around his waist, another around his chest.
He kissed his cheek, gentle for no reason. The boy had been through a lot tonight. “Get dressed.”
Yunho made sure he was steady before he released him. Shaking, the boy pulled on his pants, wincing a little.
Yunho curiosity about the boy won against the voice screaming at him to disappear. He could. He could turn walk away and the boy would never know where he went. Yunho wondered how long the boy would survive on his own.
Yunho really wanted to talk to him. He didn’t know why. Something different maybe. This beautiful creature did not belong in his dark world. Yunho pressed against him, holding him close again. “What’s your name?” Yunho whispered against his ear.
The boy shivered. “J-J-Jaejoong. Kim Jaejoong.”
Yunho froze and moved his upper body away. The boy bit his lip and looked away.
“You’re Kim Jaejoong?” Yunho said, voice tight.
He nodded.
Risking it, Yunho pulled out his lighter and made the flame flicker on his face. It still wasn’t a clear image, the shadows dark and moving, but Yunho finally recognized him from the pictures from the media released a little over a year ago. He’d been kidnapped on his fifteenth birthday, taken away under the eyes of his personal guard just before the men were systematically gunned down.
The reason for the latest riots. The reason for the gun wars and the deaths of so many people. A man had been killed, execution style, by the police because he was thought to have taken the boy. There had been no trial. The conspiracy theories flew as the man’s identity was revealed. He’d been a huge opponent of the ruling class of senators. It was a good reason to kill him. And this boy’s kidnapping was a perfect reason to kill him.
That’s not fair. Don’t blame the kid.
“Wow.” Yunho shook his head. “The whole world thinks you’re dead.”
“I … I …”
Yunho shook his head. He knew better than to do what he was going to do, but he did it anyway. He pulled out his phone. “Talk quietly,” he said.
Jaejoong stared at the phone.
“Here. Call your family. Tell them you’re in the eighth alley of the Kwangdong district. I’ll stay with you until they come and get you.”
He swallowed. “You’re serious?”
Yunho smirked. “I took my payment from you. And now I’m letting you do something else. Consider yourself indebted to me.”
He very reverently took the phone. He stared at it for a moment and then quickly dialed numbers and put the phone up to his ear.
“Mom? Mom … … I’m fine. Mom. Please. Mom. I … I … Father?”
Yunho covered his mouth and whispered, “Quietly, Jaejoong. You don’t know who’s watching us.”
Jaejoong nodded and then Yunho released him. “I’m okay. We’re … we’re … I can’t remember.”
Yunho leaned so he was whispering into the phone. “He’s in the eighth alley of the Kwangdong district. I can’t stay long. Get here before someone else does.”
Jaejoong was quiet for a long time and then he said, “No, Father. He didn’t. I escaped and he helped me. No … no … I’m okay.”
“That’s enough,” Yunho said.
“I … I have to go, Father. Yes. Yes. I know. Here.” Jaejoong handed the phone to Yunho.
Yunho stared at it and put it to his ear. He made a noise to show the man he was there.
“I will hunt you down and kill you if you hurt my son. If he’s not where you say you are, I will see to it that your cock and balls are removed and shoved into your mouth.”
Yunho smirked. “I can assure you, Senator Kim, that he will be safe and alive when you arrive.”
Yunho hung up.
Jae bit his lower lip.
Yunho pulled it out from between his teeth with his thumb. “I know your lips taste good, but you chew on them too much.”
Jae smiled and then hugged him. “Thank you … what’s your name?”
Yunho froze. “Why? You’re never going to see me again.”
Jae looked up at him, again chewing on his lower lip. This time, Yunho moved it with his mouth. He did not want to answer any of Jaejoong’s questions so he kissed him until they heard sirens, more cars than the alleys had seen the last year. Yunho had to leave before his exits were cut off and the place was swarming with cops.
Yunho continued to kiss a shaking Jaejoong.
Bright lights illuminated the juncture of the alleys.
Yunho released Jaejoong, but the boy was quick and had his hands clutched into Yunho’s coat.
“Wait, please, wait, just … there’s a reward and …”
Yunho touched his cheek softly. “You already paid enough.” He kissed him. “My name is Yunho.”
And then Yunho moved, disappeared while Jaejoong was still trying to figure out where he was. The lights were coming from both ends of the alley. Yunho stayed to the dark corners and moved across, and then up, shimmying up a narrow alley until he landed on a fire escape. He climbed, above the lights, and then stopped. He turned and watched. Jaejoong was looking for him.
Only a minute later, a man had Jaejoong wrapped in a hug, a coat was put over his shoulders and he was whisked away. Armed forces searched for anyone, covering their tracks and almost as quickly as they disturbed the alley, everything was dark again, and quiet.
Yunho waited, watching for nothing in particular. He lit a cigarette, smoked it quickly and then dropped back to the shadows to go home.
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There were more riots, but less killings as people celebrated the return of the first son of the First Senator. Yunho watched the parades and the interviews with the family, only catching glimpses of Jaejoong’s face. He was beautiful now. In clothes more fitting to his status. His blond hair was brown. His eyes dark, empty, cold. When he was filmed, he stood up straight, cold, the perfect example of a senator’s son. Yunho remembered him shaking, remembered destroying that control. The sound of his whimpers echoed through Yunho’s body when he jerked off at night.
Two months later, Yunho had almost forgotten about the beautiful boy.
And then his phone rang.
He had been in the middle of paying for and climbing from a taxi, so he didn’t bother to look at the display. No one called him that he didn’t give his number to.
He said hello.
A voice that haunted his dreams said his name.
Part 2: Save Him
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Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine to save or sex in a dark alley.
Summary: Life was violent in Yunho's world. Darkness permeated the way he lived. And then one night, a scared boy, sparked his world with sunlight.
Warning: Jaejoong is only 16. Yunho is in his twenties. Dubious consent.
A/N: This is a really really late birthday fic for sekushiai Sorry it's late, my darling! I hope this is what you wanted, or I hope you like it even if it's not what you wanted! *hugs*
To read this fic in Russian, Click here Translation provided by a friend of blake_anita
Poster credit goes to angama! Thank you! It's beautiful! ♥
Part 1:
Yunho cupped his hand over the end of the cigarette before using his other hand to flick the lighter to life. The sound of the hammer striking the small flint was not enough to give away his position, but the sudden flare of light illuminating his face was. As the first inhale of smoke entered his lungs, he knew it was worth the risk. He took a deep drag, letting the flame of the lighter die, and then released the lung-full of smoke.
Anxiety settled in the sultry night air. The heat of summer still held firm in the dying days of September. Things were quiet, for once. A good and a bad thing. A good thing, because the violence had died down from the riots of the day before. A bad thing, because even the slightest noise could be heard by someone who was only waiting for an opportunity.
Someone like Yunho.
His fingers were itching for a fight.
He finished the cigarette, killing the glowing ember on the wall before tossing the butt to the ground.
His head shot up at the sound of pounding footsteps. He turned to the sound. Three? No four sets. Someone being chased. A group that was running together, partners in crime, did not stay together: they broke apart to confuse their pursuers. Yunho continued to catalog the whys and how comes as the running footsteps came closer. A crash preceded a whimper.
Yunho dared to move, turn his head to look out in the alley.
A shadow ran, sloppy, inconsistent. Almost like he was injured. He? Yeah. Definitely a male. Ran harder. Breath echoing from the walls. And then, like a fool, he ran under the glow from a window. Yunho catalogued his face and body in moments.
A teenager? Sixteen, maybe seventeen. Bright blond hair. Eyes wide with fear and a desperate need to run. Yunho slipped from his hiding place, no longer afraid to be heard, since the boy was making so much noise. He moved up and across, thinking of an easier place to intercept his path.
Three men chased him. Whispering to each other, trying to corral him into the alleys branching off from this one.
Yunho caught another glimpse of the boy, a closer look, in another patch of light. Tight blue pants. A white shirt. Not meant to hide in the dark alleys. He was scared. Bleeding from his lip. Those eyes.
Yunho was not a good person. He was not in the alleys to save beautiful boys from their pursuers. He was in the alley for some action, for a fight, for the thrill of taking advantage of someone crazy enough to be in the alley at this time of the night during the worst riots the city had seen in weeks. But if this was all he was going to get tonight, then a pretty boy indebted to him was good enough.
Once again, he checked where the boy was while slipping through the dark. Almost. He’d have to make his move soon.
The boy stumbled again.
Yunho took advantage of it, eyeing a little nook closer than he was planning.
The boy jerked. A whimper flew from his lips.
Yunho waited. For the moment. The perfect … there.
He spun, covering the boys gasp with a hand, and then continued, another rotation, and they were in the alcove, the boy wrapped up and shuddering in Yunho’s arms, his back pressed against the wall. Yunho’s hand still covered his mouth and his nose, cutting off the deep breaths.
“Shh,” Yunho whispered, and then stayed silent.
He clawed at Yunho’s arm.
Yunho used his other hand to hold him even tighter. He pressed his lips to the boy’s ear, not missing the shudder down his body.
“Be quiet or they’ll find us and then I’ll have to fight them for you.”
The boy stilled and then nodded. Yunho moved a finger enough that he could take a breath through his nose and then covered it again.
The sound of the pursuers was loud again. They hunted for their prey, under containers, in doorways. They stopped, listening for breathing, for gasps.
“Where the …”
“Shut up. He has to be here.”
“He’s not worth it anyway.”
The boy’s shuddering grew more violent as they came closer.
“Be calm,” Yunho whispered again. “They don’t know where you are. They won’t find us.”
But the boy continued.
Yunho risked moving, shoving the boy into the corner, covering the quaking form with his still one. The danger, the anticipation of being caught filled Yunho. He almost wanted them to find him. He needed a fight.
“Let’s get out of here,” one said. “He … someone must have …”
The others stopped, not thinking of someone else possibly snagging their prey.
A few moments later, they moved away, back the way they had come.
“We’ll kill him if we see him again, but he won’t last that long.”
The boy’s shakes did not cease, but strengthened. Yunho kept his hand over the boy’s mouth to muffle his cries, but instead of pushing him against the wall, he pulled him against his body and let him cry into his chest. Yunho smirked. The kid thought he was safe with Yunho?
Well, Yunho wasn’t planning on killing him, so maybe he was.
The boy rolled his eyes up, meeting Yunho’s. They were so large, so innocent and beautiful, even in the dark. Yunho’s breath hitched. The boy had to have been a dancer, or a hooker or something. No one else could be this pretty. This unflawed. Yunho was attractive, he knew that. But his skin was rough from the life he led. There were scars on his cheek and chin. More on his body as he recovered from knife wounds.
Those eyes captivated him.
He moved his hand, wanting to see those plush lips.
The boy took a deep, quiet breath, calm for the moment. He licked his lips. Something stirred low in Yunho’s gut. His hands landed on the boys hips, and before the boy could look down, Yunho leaned forward and captured that lower lip between his.
A startled gasp ripped through those lips. His hands gripped Yunho’s long black coat. Yunho knew the boy was trying to push him away, but he was weak and tired from his run.
“I told you, you aren’t any safer with me,” Yunho whispered. “I just want something different.”
The boy’s eyes widened.
Yunho ached to see his face in the light. He traced his finger over a pale cheek. “You’re beautiful.”
He looked away, shaking again.
Yunho kept a hold of the boy’s chin. With his other hand, he unbuttoned his jeans. “Don’t make a noise,” Yunho said. He quickly peeled the blue pants from the boy’s body, slipping them over fragile hips. His skin was so pale. He ran his hands up and down his sides. The boy shivered, and then gasped when Yunho’s hand cupped his soft cock.
“No noise,” Yunho said, lips almost against his forehead. He fondled the boy until his cock grew large. “Bite your hand if you have to.” His small hands tightened in Yunho’s coat, and he bit down, filling his mouth with thick cloth as his body shook.
When Yunho stopped stroking him, the boy whimpered.
He almost asked if the boy had done this before, because he was not acting like a seasoned whore or a dancer. But if the boy wanted to play up the innocent act so Yunho wasn’t as harsh with him, then that was fine.
He put his hand on the boy’s shoulder. Muscles, not defined, but there. If the boy lived a few more years, then he’d probably fill out more. He pushed down. The boy looked up, eyes impossibly wide.
Yunho smirked. “Consider it a payment for saving your life.”
After that, the boy dropped to his knees easily. Yunho freed his erection and stroked it. The boy’s swallow was almost audible and Yunho fought off a chuckle. He held his erection down. The boy licked his lips, bit the lower one and then very tentatively licked the head of Yunho’s cock. A shuddered wracked Yunho, but he held still, in total control of his body. Another lick, through the slit. Yunho leaned his elbow on the wall, curving over the boy on his knees. He could barely see the boy, but the tentative licks to his cock were too sexy for Yunho to watch.
Yunho almost came when lips wrapped around the head. It irritated him that this boy could make him so hot so fast, but he’d never had someone so inexperienced before.
“Get on with it,” Yunho growled low.
“Sorry,” a quiet voice whispered. Again lips wrapped around the head of his cock, and Yunho bit his forearm against a groan. The tongue lapped at the soft head as more and more slipped into his warm mouth. The boy gagged, and Yunho sighed. Too inexperienced. He pushed from the wall, dislodging the mouth.
“Suck on two of your fingers,” Yunho said.
The boy lifted confused eyes to him.
“You can’t suck cock, so I’m going to fuck you.”
That lower lip was sucked into his mouth, between his teeth.
“Are you a virgin?”
The boy flinched as if he were slapped. His face darkened and he shook his head just once. Yunho wondered if the men chasing him had relieved him of his virginity. Made Yunho’s task easier.
“Suck on your fingers.”
The boy eyes shut as his fingers pushed beyond the edge of his lip. Yunho watched, that pale skin almost glowing in the dark. He cupped the boy’s cheek, smiling down at him. So beautiful. Yunho let his finger dip into that warm mouth. His cock jerked as the boy’s tongue moved to his finger for a moment. So wet, so warm.
“Prep yourself, beautiful.”
The boy’s eyes shut, long lashes shivering. He removed his fingers. Light glinted off a string of saliva before it broke. Yunho watched the boy’s face, eyes tightening, mouth open. He hooked his thumb over the boy’s lip and traced the upper with his fingers. He whimpered only once and then shuddered. His body moved up and down, and Yunho imagined the slide of fingers into his ass. He hoped the boy was tight.
He let the boy play with himself for a lot longer than he normally would. His face was captivating, warring emotions of shame, pleasure and need flickering through his eyes. His breath ghosted over Yunho’s fingers in quiet pants.
“Enough?” Yunho said, making it a question.
The boy nodded. “I … I think so.”
His voice was addicting. Yunho wanted to hear it begging, screaming, pleading while he fucked the boy on a bed.
Yunho growled and yanked the boy to his feet. He spun him, and then bent him over. The boy resisted only for a moment, and then his hands pressed against the wall in front of him. Yunho covered two of his fingers in spit before shoving them into the boy’s body. Yes, he was tight, but not as tight as Yunho had hoped. He pumped his fingers in and out, spreading them. The boy’s body shook, but he made no sound and that pissed Yunho off. He wanted to hear him moan. At least once.
He removed his fingers and then gripped his ass and spread him apart. The dark hole stood out starkly against the pale skin. Yunho wanted to see it clenching. He spit on it, right inside, and then spread the extra fluid around with his thumb. He forced three fingers in, and smirked when the boy gasped.
“Please, please,” he whimpered. “Please, just do it.”
Yunho stretched him a little longer, and then pulled his fingers out. He reached around the boy’s head and shoved them in his mouth. “Taste good?”
The boy whimpered again.
Yunho fucked the boy’s mouth for a moment, and then pulled his hand away. He wrapped it around his cock, added a bit more spit and then spread the boy open again. He missed on the first try because of the dark. He held himself steady, and then thrust into him. The boy cried out and Yunho smacked the back of his head.
“Shut up. You want to bring every thief and miscreant over here?”
“S-sorry.” The boy leaned forward more and closed his mouth around the flesh of his arm.
Yunho adjusted to the new angle, and then pulled out. The boy’s muffled moan made Yunho’s eyes cross. He thrust back in, settling quickly into a steady rhythm. The boy jerked underneath him, noises too short to be whimpers and too high to be moans staccato-beat between them. Yunho thought of telling him to shut up again, but he doubted the boy had any control over his body right now. Except the hand flying over his cock.
Yunho trailed his fingers up the boy’s t-shirt. Dragging nails back down, over the ridges of his spine. His entire body shook, the little noises almost a steady stream. Yunho wanted to see his cock disappearing into his body. As Yunho moved faster and harder, the boy’s hole clenched around him more tightly. Yunho needed support. Needed to ground himself. He knew in the back of his head they were making too much noise. He hoped that others were still inside, willing to rest for a night.
The boy almost screamed, and then it was muffled on his arm. His body tightened even more, and Yunho heard come drip to the concrete below him. Even in the short time, sweat had plastered the white t-shirt to the boy’s back. Yunho bunched it up in his hand, using it as a support as he tried to speed up his thrusts, but still stay quiet. As the boy’s body clenched around him, trying to recover from his orgasm, Yunho knew it was a lost cause. He gripped one slim hip in his hand. The other yanked on the t-shirt before Yunho remembered he was holding onto it. He released it and put that hand in the boy’s blond hair. He leaned over the boy, tugging his head up.
“Feel good?”
The boy turned his head, mouth open and he nodded. Yunho licked at his lips while pulling on his hair. “Yes, it feels good. You feel good.”
It felt good enough to want to do it again.
Yunho wondered briefly where the boy was going to go as soon as he was through with him, and then that tongue licked Yunho’s lip and he growled, covered the boy’s mouth with his own and fucked him harder. His orgasm tore through him in minutes, leaving him panting against the boy’s neck. His cock twitched in the confines of the boy’s body. Reluctantly, he pulled away and tucked himself back into his pants.
It took a few more minutes before Yunho realized he was holding the boy close, an arm around his waist, another around his chest.
He kissed his cheek, gentle for no reason. The boy had been through a lot tonight. “Get dressed.”
Yunho made sure he was steady before he released him. Shaking, the boy pulled on his pants, wincing a little.
Yunho curiosity about the boy won against the voice screaming at him to disappear. He could. He could turn walk away and the boy would never know where he went. Yunho wondered how long the boy would survive on his own.
Yunho really wanted to talk to him. He didn’t know why. Something different maybe. This beautiful creature did not belong in his dark world. Yunho pressed against him, holding him close again. “What’s your name?” Yunho whispered against his ear.
The boy shivered. “J-J-Jaejoong. Kim Jaejoong.”
Yunho froze and moved his upper body away. The boy bit his lip and looked away.
“You’re Kim Jaejoong?” Yunho said, voice tight.
He nodded.
Risking it, Yunho pulled out his lighter and made the flame flicker on his face. It still wasn’t a clear image, the shadows dark and moving, but Yunho finally recognized him from the pictures from the media released a little over a year ago. He’d been kidnapped on his fifteenth birthday, taken away under the eyes of his personal guard just before the men were systematically gunned down.
The reason for the latest riots. The reason for the gun wars and the deaths of so many people. A man had been killed, execution style, by the police because he was thought to have taken the boy. There had been no trial. The conspiracy theories flew as the man’s identity was revealed. He’d been a huge opponent of the ruling class of senators. It was a good reason to kill him. And this boy’s kidnapping was a perfect reason to kill him.
That’s not fair. Don’t blame the kid.
“Wow.” Yunho shook his head. “The whole world thinks you’re dead.”
“I … I …”
Yunho shook his head. He knew better than to do what he was going to do, but he did it anyway. He pulled out his phone. “Talk quietly,” he said.
Jaejoong stared at the phone.
“Here. Call your family. Tell them you’re in the eighth alley of the Kwangdong district. I’ll stay with you until they come and get you.”
He swallowed. “You’re serious?”
Yunho smirked. “I took my payment from you. And now I’m letting you do something else. Consider yourself indebted to me.”
He very reverently took the phone. He stared at it for a moment and then quickly dialed numbers and put the phone up to his ear.
“Mom? Mom … … I’m fine. Mom. Please. Mom. I … I … Father?”
Yunho covered his mouth and whispered, “Quietly, Jaejoong. You don’t know who’s watching us.”
Jaejoong nodded and then Yunho released him. “I’m okay. We’re … we’re … I can’t remember.”
Yunho leaned so he was whispering into the phone. “He’s in the eighth alley of the Kwangdong district. I can’t stay long. Get here before someone else does.”
Jaejoong was quiet for a long time and then he said, “No, Father. He didn’t. I escaped and he helped me. No … no … I’m okay.”
“That’s enough,” Yunho said.
“I … I have to go, Father. Yes. Yes. I know. Here.” Jaejoong handed the phone to Yunho.
Yunho stared at it and put it to his ear. He made a noise to show the man he was there.
“I will hunt you down and kill you if you hurt my son. If he’s not where you say you are, I will see to it that your cock and balls are removed and shoved into your mouth.”
Yunho smirked. “I can assure you, Senator Kim, that he will be safe and alive when you arrive.”
Yunho hung up.
Jae bit his lower lip.
Yunho pulled it out from between his teeth with his thumb. “I know your lips taste good, but you chew on them too much.”
Jae smiled and then hugged him. “Thank you … what’s your name?”
Yunho froze. “Why? You’re never going to see me again.”
Jae looked up at him, again chewing on his lower lip. This time, Yunho moved it with his mouth. He did not want to answer any of Jaejoong’s questions so he kissed him until they heard sirens, more cars than the alleys had seen the last year. Yunho had to leave before his exits were cut off and the place was swarming with cops.
Yunho continued to kiss a shaking Jaejoong.
Bright lights illuminated the juncture of the alleys.
Yunho released Jaejoong, but the boy was quick and had his hands clutched into Yunho’s coat.
“Wait, please, wait, just … there’s a reward and …”
Yunho touched his cheek softly. “You already paid enough.” He kissed him. “My name is Yunho.”
And then Yunho moved, disappeared while Jaejoong was still trying to figure out where he was. The lights were coming from both ends of the alley. Yunho stayed to the dark corners and moved across, and then up, shimmying up a narrow alley until he landed on a fire escape. He climbed, above the lights, and then stopped. He turned and watched. Jaejoong was looking for him.
Only a minute later, a man had Jaejoong wrapped in a hug, a coat was put over his shoulders and he was whisked away. Armed forces searched for anyone, covering their tracks and almost as quickly as they disturbed the alley, everything was dark again, and quiet.
Yunho waited, watching for nothing in particular. He lit a cigarette, smoked it quickly and then dropped back to the shadows to go home.
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There were more riots, but less killings as people celebrated the return of the first son of the First Senator. Yunho watched the parades and the interviews with the family, only catching glimpses of Jaejoong’s face. He was beautiful now. In clothes more fitting to his status. His blond hair was brown. His eyes dark, empty, cold. When he was filmed, he stood up straight, cold, the perfect example of a senator’s son. Yunho remembered him shaking, remembered destroying that control. The sound of his whimpers echoed through Yunho’s body when he jerked off at night.
Two months later, Yunho had almost forgotten about the beautiful boy.
And then his phone rang.
He had been in the middle of paying for and climbing from a taxi, so he didn’t bother to look at the display. No one called him that he didn’t give his number to.
He said hello.
A voice that haunted his dreams said his name.
Part 2: Save Him
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