baseCODE 6/?
Title: baseCODE 6/?
Pairing: Jaejoong/Junsu, Changmin/Yunho, Donghae/Eunhyuk, Heechul/Yoochun, Leeteuk/Kyuhyun, Siwon/Ryeowook
Rating: NC-17 for this chapter
Disclaimer: Not mine to rate track or own. I really wish I could order them to have sex with each other and let me tape it, but ... yeah, can't do that.
Summary: Junsu is a normal twenty-three year old. He has retired from Duty to the People and he's content to spend the next two years relaxing before his Date of Expiration. His biggest fear is that the love he carries for his roommate will be discovered. But Jaejoong is not who he says he is, and Junsu finds himself in a race to save not only Jaejoong's life, but ultimately his own.
This fic is first person from Junsu's POV and it is written in present tense. Chapter titles are quotes from "Romeo and Juliet" by William Shakespeare.
Poster credit goes to yceam!!! It's awesome, darling! ♥
Part 6: For exile hath more terror in his look, Much more than death.
... for my mind misgives
Some consequence yet hanging in the stars
Shall bitterly begin his fearful date
With this night's revels and expire the term
Of a despised life closed in my breast
By some vile forfeit of untimely death.
From Romeo & Juliet
Frantic doesn’t begin to describe Changmin when he rushes into the hospital room a few hours later. Jaejoong stands, letting go of my hand. He cuts Changmin off, and fights with him, whispering to him until Changmin calms down.
“He’s okay,” Jaejoong says. “Resting right now. Ryeowook is an amazing surgeon, you know. He’ll be awake soon.”
Changmin curls into Jaejoong’s shoulder and his back rises in heavy breaths. Jaejoong leads him to a chair and he sinks into it. Automatically, his hand reaches for Yunho’s limp fingers.
Jaejoong pulls his chair next to Changmin and holds him while tears drip from his eyes.
“We don’t know what happened?” Changmin asks. He grips the hand Jaejoong lays on his shoulder.
Jaejoong shakes his head. “No. We’ll have to ask Yunho when he wakes up.”
Changmin finally sees me. “I still need you to run tonight,” he says, though I’m sure he’s saying it to Jaejoong more than me.
I nod. “I know.”
Jaejoong sighs.
“You should dye his hair,” Changmin says. “Turn him blond. Have Heechul do it.”
Jaejoong nods. “That’s a good idea.”
“Blond,” I say.
Changmin nods. “Yeah. You’re too recognizable. Even with blond hair, people will still know who you are, but it will buy you some time.”
“Is it really safe for me to go out so soon?” I ask.
Changmin looks at Jaejoong. Jaejoong is looking at me.
“Honestly,” Changmin says. “No, but I don’t have a choice. Neither do you.”
I nod.
“Leave me alone with him,” Changmin demands, eyes on Yunho.
Jaejoong stands, gives Changmin a side hug and a kiss on the cheek. It’s odd to think they were fighting only the day before. He comes to me and holds out his hand. We lace our fingers together. I look back at Changmin one more time before we leave. He’s kneeling beside the bed, mouth moving in whispers I can’t hear. There are tears on his cheek.
At the base of the stairs, I stop Jaejoong and wrap my hands around his waist. “I love you,” I whisper as he holds me.
He kisses my head, whispers love at me. Footsteps on the stairs break us apart and we head up, passing Leeteuk and Kyuhyun on the way down.
“Give him a few minutes,” Jaejoong says and Kyuhyun nods.
I follow Jaejoong up to the top floor. He bypasses our room and pounds on the door of the room next door.
“Go away!” Yoochun shouts and it’s followed by a yelp.
“Changmin wants Heechul to dye Junsu’s hair.”
“Ten minutes,” Yoochun gasps.
A moment later, noises permeate my ears and I blush as my body responds. Jaejoong smiles at me, puts a finger to his lip and turns the handle on the door. I want to protest but he shakes his head. He only opens the door enough to see into the room, and my eyes go wide, but Jaejoong covers my mouth with his hand to stop my whine.
I bite at his hand, but not hard, just trying to control myself.
Their backs are to us. Heechul’s hands are handcuffed to the headboard. His legs are spread wide. Yoochun is fucking him from behind and what I couldn’t see of Eunhae in the dark, I see in the light of this room. Skin, sweat, finger nail scratches on Yoochun’s back.
Yoochun’s hand tangles in Heechul’s hair and yanks his head back. Heechul’s lips are spread around a round black ball gag. Yoochun licks the side of his face, and I’ve seen enough. I push against Jaejoong and he lets me slide away from him. I move to the wall and lean against it for support, hands spread to either side of me. I can feel the tent in my sweatpants. I shut my eyes, lean my head back and gasp, replaying the images.
I’m not expecting Jaejoong to suddenly be in front of me, or for him to grab my cock.
I cry out and buck into his hand. He covers my lips with his and kisses me, swallowing my moans as his hand works up and down on my cock. I accidentally bite down on his lip as a strong wave of pleasure shoots through me.
“S-so-sorry,” I stammer.
He chuckles and kisses my neck. My hands clutch at his shoulders. He releases my cock and traces his fingers over the skin above the band. I whine as my hips thrust forward. Jaejoong laughs again. His hand wraps around my hips and his lips land on mine again. He kisses me slowly, tongue dipping into my mouth. My brain is hazy with lust, my body tingling from it.
Can we finish this? We better. I want him so much.
“I want you,” I whisper into his mouth. I slam into a door. He nudged my legs apart, pushing his thigh against my erection. I moan and kiss him harder. Somehow my hands have found their way into his hair. I tug on it. His arm goes around my body and the support behind me disappears as the door opens. I’m too involved in his lips to notice that we’re moving again.
The door slams and then I’m tumbling back, landing on the soft bed. Jaejoong falls on top of me. I lift my legs from the floor and wrap them around his waist. He lightly rocks against me, using the floor for leverage. I reach for something above my head and grab the blankets. Another strong wave pulses through me and I’m seeing stars. Jaejoong’s lips are on my shoulders, down my neck, and then teeth nibble on my nipples through my shirt.
“Jae … Jaejoong, … I …” I’m going to come. I need to.
He speeds up the thrusts against my body. His cock is hard on my leg. I want to touch him. I want to touch him so much. I’ve never touched another man before.
“Jaejoong, can … I want to touch you.”
Jaejoong shivers above me. He props himself up and with eager hands directs me further onto the bed. I scramble backwards, blushing as he hooks his hands in the sweats and pulls them off me. He stands only long enough to slip his pants off.
I swallow, eyes wide, staring at him.
He sees the slight fear in my eyes and smiles as he crawls over me. His hand is hot. Fingers wrap around my bare cock and I’m seeing stars as he kisses me. His other hand takes my wrist and directs me down. My fingers brush over the head of my cock, and then touch another. Warm skin, soft. He moans into the next kiss, and I trace a finger over the head of his cock.
He’s larger than I am. I guess I’ve always known that, but to feel it, see it, touch it. It’s different. He stops kissing me and then pushes up to his knees so I can see myself touch him. The length is straight, but the head curls in a tiny bit. I trace the crown. The heat in my body dies a little as I touch him. His hands are on his thighs, gripping. Head back, mouth open. I feel the controlled need to thrust into my hand.
He sighs, fingers tightening on his own legs, when I finally stroke him.
Jaejoong is so beautiful. Everything about his body is amazing. I use my other hand and twist the piercing in his navel.
He gasps, eyes flying open and meeting mine. Their dark and so blown with lust it makes me shiver. He falls over me, our lips brush and he succumbs, thrusting into my hand. My hand is grazing my cock and I want to feel his skin on me. I move my hand and grip both of our cocks together.
“Fuck, Su,” Jaejoong says, kissing me.
Wet slips around my hand, and we slide through precome. The pleasure that had cooled is back in a moment, and I’m shutting my eyes against it even as my own hand brings it closer to exploding. His hand cups my jaw, tightening as he kisses me harder and whimpers into my mouth. He steals my breath, and my body shakes with the need to come. Not to breathe. Never again. Jaejoong’s body is enough for me to live on.
He shudders as my hand falters, and then his hand is there, with mine, moving both of us, our cocks pushed together, sliding and wet.
“Jaejoong!” I shout and my hand grips his shoulder as my legs lift. He grunts and shifts as my legs wrap around his body. I cry out again as the slide and speed change. I’m barely holding on, my body frozen in that moment of pleasure. My mouth opens, my fingers dig into his back, and his name is torn from my throat as a powerful orgasm turns my vision black and pumps into our hands and on my body.
His beautiful face swims above me, lips curved in a smile and I touch his cheek. His eyes close and I’m suddenly aware of him still moving. His hand flying over his cock.
“So sexy,” I whisper, and lift my upper body so I can kiss his lips.
Jaejoong moans as our lips find a softer rhythm than his frantic stroking. We don’t have much time. I know this and smile. I pull away from his lips and he’s so confused with I shove him over that he goes without a struggle, landing on his back. He whimpers and keeps stroking. I smile at him. His eyes are wide as I run a finger through the come on my stomach and bring it to my mouth.
“Oh, fuck, Su,” he whispers and his eyes shut.
I laugh and lean over him.
I hear the door latch click and part of me panics, but the rest of me doesn’t care too much. I’ve spied on two couples already. It’s only fair someone spies on me.
And I want to give them a show.
I kiss Jaejoong’s amazing abs and then flick his navel piercing with my tongue. He moans, adjusting his cock so his hand isn’t whacking me in the face, but it’s his cock I want.
“Let me taste you,” I say, and his whole body shakes with a moan.
His hand slows enough for me to stick my tongue out and lick the tip of his cock.
“Fuck, Junsu,” he says.
It’s tangy, like my own come, and as I let the head push past my lips, more fluid pumps into my mouth. My fingers twist his piercing again, and his hips rise. I gag on his cock before he suddenly pushes me away and thick, white streams of come paint his stomach as his heavy moan echoes around the room.
“I give that orgasm a seven,” Heechul says behind me.
I whip around. He and Yoochun are curled together, leaning on the door frame.
“A seven?” Yoochun says. “That high?”
“Yes. I mean, it was sloppy, but Junsu’s lips were on him for two seconds before he was coming. That counts for a lot.”
“Fuck you two. Get out,” Jaejoong says.
Heechul smiles at me. “Your lips look pretty around a cock, dongsaeng.”
Yoochun nods. “Yes, they do. And his ass. I want to--”
“You finish that sentence and you’ll lose your testicles,” Jaejoong says.
I suddenly remember I’m naked, and heat flushes through me as I turn away. Jaejoong holds me. For his eyes only, I lick up a drop of come from his chest.
“Fuck,” he whispers, eyes still dark with lust. His cock twitches.
Heechul sees it and says, “No. You interrupted us, we’re interrupting you. I have to dye Junsu’s hair.”
Jaejoong smiles and kisses me. “Get out. We’ll be in the bathroom in two minutes.”
“Okay. Two minutes or I’m coming back in here with claws out.”
The door shuts behind them and I sigh, curling up against Jaejoong’s warm skin.
“Su?”
“Huh?”
“You alright?”
“Fantastic. You?”
Jaejoong chuckles, arms tightening around me. I lift my head and our lips meet.
“I love you,” he whispers.
“I love you,” I reply. “And I love this. And doing this with you. It’s like … It’s like I get to fall in love with you all over again.”
He nods. “I know. Please be careful tonight, okay?”
“I will. I’ll stick really close to Yoochun.”’
His eyes narrow and I laugh as he growls.
“Not like that, love.”
He rolls me to my back. His hand traces up and down my side. “That was amazing,” he whispers, “but not enough.”
I nod. “Yeah. Trust me. I know.”
“I don’t want to rush you.”
“You’re not. I … I’m pretty sure that you’d be doing more to me right now if we had the time.”
“Oh, now that I can guarantee.” He leans down to kiss me just as there’s pounding on the door.
“Ten seconds, bastards,” Heechul shouts.
Our lips press together, and then he sighs and gets up. He cleans himself off with his t-shirt and then does the same to me. We slip our sweats back on and head to the bathroom.
\\|||//
Three hours later, I barely recognize myself. My hair is orange. I’ve been told that it takes a long time to dye hair blond. Heechul says I’m going to have to give myself over to him again tomorrow to bleach it again.
Jaejoong purses his lips behind me and shakes his head. “You’re still gorgeous, Junsu, but I don’t like it at all.”
“Me neither,” I say and make a face at myself.
“Me neither,” Yoochun says, “but that’s probably just because you have clothes on.”
I blush, and Jaejoong glares at him.
“Meeting,” Eunhyuk says at the door, and then he stops and whistles. “Wow, Junsu. That’s … bad.”
“I know.”
“Different. I barely recognize you and I’m your biggest fan.”
“That’s good then,” Jaejoong says. I follow him to the room and we throw on shirts before following everyone else down to the kitchen.
While my hair was being dyed, Changmin called for Jaejoong to say Yunho was awake, but when he came back, Jaejoong said they were going to have a meeting to discuss it.
Everyone but Yunho sits around the table.
Changmin is pacing.
I sit close to Jaejoong. Our fingers tangle under the table.
“Yunho says they were ambushed,” Changmin starts. “He has no idea who shot him. It came from no where. He had enough time to crawl back to the car and floor it out of there. He abandoned the car about four miles away before making his way here.”
“So we’re down one contact and one car,” Leeteuk says.
Changmin nods.
“And two runners.”
Jaejoong sighs. “Sorry.”
Changmin waves at him in dismissal. “Only one runner.”
Everyone looks at me.
“Yoochun, I want you to be very careful tonight,” Changmin says. “We can’t afford to lose someone else. I want you to leave early. You need to scout ahead, be at the drop early. If there’s even the slightest uneasy feeling in you, I want you to leave. Ethermeterin is not worth your life.”
Everyone stares at Changmin in awe.
He rolls his eyes. “So what? I’ve had a personal epiphany.”
Leeteuk stands up slowly. “You cannot abandon this.”
“Until how many people die?” Changmin asks.
“Death is part of reform.”
“But not your death,” Changmin snaps back.
Leeteuk leans his hands on the table while the rest of us watch the exchange. “Death is inevitable. No matter how old you are. You will die. We will all die. Death is not what we are fighting. We are fighting corruption, control, slavery.”
“We are cheating death.”
“So if someone dies, then it’s inevitable. It’s not your fault, or ours.”
Changmin slams his hand on the table, making most of us jump. “Then what is love, Leeteuk? Is that inevitable? Or is that a byproduct of the fight? A byproduct of the lives we were forced to live? A byproduct of our exile? When did you last mourn a death? When did anyone here lose someone enough to cry for them? When did you last cry? Would you cry if that was Kyuhyun’s body laying inert in the basement? Would you be still spouting your victory at all costs if that bullet had hit Kyuhyun?”
Leeteuk looks at his lover and everyone sees the truth, including Kyuhyun. “Love is a gift,” he whispers.
“But life is not. The life of your lover is not up for disposal because it makes the fight a little easier.”
There is silence. Jaejoong’s hand tightens on mine, and the other couples at the table are sitting closer to each other.
“You’re right, of course,” Leeteuk says. “But you forget, dongsaeng, that I have seen death. I have caused death, and until the people of this republic are allowed to lead their own lives, and be free, I will witness more death, and I will mourn more deaths, no matter whose deaths they are.”
“I will not,” Changmin says fiercely. “We may argue, and we may lash out, but I love Yunho, and I will not see him, or any of you dead.”
“Without just cause,” Leeteuk finishes for him. “Running an underground ring for products to alter the baseCODE system is dangerous. The man who questioned Sungmin earlier has already been put to death. This is dangerous. If Yunho had driven all the way here, they would have followed him. They may have followed him. In the next couple hours, we may be ambushed where we sit. In a couple minutes, it could happen. Do not lecture me on death, or on love, dongsaeng. You are here because you love, because you care, because you’re brilliant, and I am only a politician. But there are other brilliant young men in this world. There are others to be runners. We will lose some, and we will continue to fight, we will continue to love because the alternative is always death.”
“Then what are we here? Not why, because according to what you just said, we are here to die. Tomorrow, next week, ten years, we will die, and until then, we live a double life, until I fail. We are prisoners here as much as we are there. And then it will all fall apart and we will all die anyway. We will live on the fringes until they find us and destroy us.”
“Then what is the point of love?” Leeteuk asks and leaves the kitchen.
Silence settles. I’m still so very confused about what just happened.
Kyuhyun waits another moment, and then stands up. “Should I just slit my wrists tonight if that’s the way he feels?” he mutters. He goes down to the lab.
“Kyu! That’s not what he meant.” Ryeowook runs after him.
Siwon looks up at Changmin. “So now what?”
Changmin shrugs. “We continue.”
He nods and stands. He bows to all his hyungs and follows his boyfriend.
“Can we go see Yunho?” Eunhyuk asks.
Changmin nods. “If he’s asleep, don’t you dare wake him.”
“We won’t.”
“Any words from you?” Changmin asks Heechul as EunHae leave the kitchen.
Heechul shrugs. “It’s not my fight. I don’t care if I live or die. I can’t really get off when I’m dead, so I have that incentive, but I never leave. I don’t care.”
“And with Yoochun going running tonight?”
Heechul turns to his boyfriend, face unreadable. “He’s just a fuck,” he says.
I gasp, but Yoochun’s face lights up with a smile and he brushes their noses together.
Heechul makes a face and slaps his shoulder, but as he turns away, he’s smiling and he settles closer to Yoochun.
Changmin stares at them and then shakes his head. He looks at Jaejoong.
Jaejoong shrugs.
“Whatever,” Changmin says. “Just be careful tonight, you two, okay?” He stalks out of the kitchen, into the living room.
Jaejoong kisses my cheek. “I’m going to go talk to him.”
“You’re leaving your untouched soccer star in our care?” Heechul says, eyes alight with lust.
“Yes, and he better be untouched when I come back.”
I laugh with Yoochun.
Heechul smirks and says, “He will be. But he’ll be more knowledgeable on what to do to you to get himself touched.”
Jaejoong smiles and kisses me softly. “Don’t scar him.”
“I’ve already seen them fucking,” I say, “I think I’m scarred enough.”
Part 7: Fortune, fortune, be fickle fortune, but do not keep him long but send him back.
Part 5: These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die.
Part 4: Not mad, but bound more than a mad man is
Part 3: Prick love for pricking and you beat love down.
Part 2: O, teach me how I should forget to think.
Part 1: I must be gone and live or stay and die.
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Pairing: Jaejoong/Junsu, Changmin/Yunho, Donghae/Eunhyuk, Heechul/Yoochun, Leeteuk/Kyuhyun, Siwon/Ryeowook
Rating: NC-17 for this chapter
Disclaimer: Not mine to rate track or own. I really wish I could order them to have sex with each other and let me tape it, but ... yeah, can't do that.
Summary: Junsu is a normal twenty-three year old. He has retired from Duty to the People and he's content to spend the next two years relaxing before his Date of Expiration. His biggest fear is that the love he carries for his roommate will be discovered. But Jaejoong is not who he says he is, and Junsu finds himself in a race to save not only Jaejoong's life, but ultimately his own.
This fic is first person from Junsu's POV and it is written in present tense. Chapter titles are quotes from "Romeo and Juliet" by William Shakespeare.
Poster credit goes to yceam!!! It's awesome, darling! ♥
Part 6: For exile hath more terror in his look, Much more than death.
... for my mind misgives
Some consequence yet hanging in the stars
Shall bitterly begin his fearful date
With this night's revels and expire the term
Of a despised life closed in my breast
By some vile forfeit of untimely death.
From Romeo & Juliet
Frantic doesn’t begin to describe Changmin when he rushes into the hospital room a few hours later. Jaejoong stands, letting go of my hand. He cuts Changmin off, and fights with him, whispering to him until Changmin calms down.
“He’s okay,” Jaejoong says. “Resting right now. Ryeowook is an amazing surgeon, you know. He’ll be awake soon.”
Changmin curls into Jaejoong’s shoulder and his back rises in heavy breaths. Jaejoong leads him to a chair and he sinks into it. Automatically, his hand reaches for Yunho’s limp fingers.
Jaejoong pulls his chair next to Changmin and holds him while tears drip from his eyes.
“We don’t know what happened?” Changmin asks. He grips the hand Jaejoong lays on his shoulder.
Jaejoong shakes his head. “No. We’ll have to ask Yunho when he wakes up.”
Changmin finally sees me. “I still need you to run tonight,” he says, though I’m sure he’s saying it to Jaejoong more than me.
I nod. “I know.”
Jaejoong sighs.
“You should dye his hair,” Changmin says. “Turn him blond. Have Heechul do it.”
Jaejoong nods. “That’s a good idea.”
“Blond,” I say.
Changmin nods. “Yeah. You’re too recognizable. Even with blond hair, people will still know who you are, but it will buy you some time.”
“Is it really safe for me to go out so soon?” I ask.
Changmin looks at Jaejoong. Jaejoong is looking at me.
“Honestly,” Changmin says. “No, but I don’t have a choice. Neither do you.”
I nod.
“Leave me alone with him,” Changmin demands, eyes on Yunho.
Jaejoong stands, gives Changmin a side hug and a kiss on the cheek. It’s odd to think they were fighting only the day before. He comes to me and holds out his hand. We lace our fingers together. I look back at Changmin one more time before we leave. He’s kneeling beside the bed, mouth moving in whispers I can’t hear. There are tears on his cheek.
At the base of the stairs, I stop Jaejoong and wrap my hands around his waist. “I love you,” I whisper as he holds me.
He kisses my head, whispers love at me. Footsteps on the stairs break us apart and we head up, passing Leeteuk and Kyuhyun on the way down.
“Give him a few minutes,” Jaejoong says and Kyuhyun nods.
I follow Jaejoong up to the top floor. He bypasses our room and pounds on the door of the room next door.
“Go away!” Yoochun shouts and it’s followed by a yelp.
“Changmin wants Heechul to dye Junsu’s hair.”
“Ten minutes,” Yoochun gasps.
A moment later, noises permeate my ears and I blush as my body responds. Jaejoong smiles at me, puts a finger to his lip and turns the handle on the door. I want to protest but he shakes his head. He only opens the door enough to see into the room, and my eyes go wide, but Jaejoong covers my mouth with his hand to stop my whine.
I bite at his hand, but not hard, just trying to control myself.
Their backs are to us. Heechul’s hands are handcuffed to the headboard. His legs are spread wide. Yoochun is fucking him from behind and what I couldn’t see of Eunhae in the dark, I see in the light of this room. Skin, sweat, finger nail scratches on Yoochun’s back.
Yoochun’s hand tangles in Heechul’s hair and yanks his head back. Heechul’s lips are spread around a round black ball gag. Yoochun licks the side of his face, and I’ve seen enough. I push against Jaejoong and he lets me slide away from him. I move to the wall and lean against it for support, hands spread to either side of me. I can feel the tent in my sweatpants. I shut my eyes, lean my head back and gasp, replaying the images.
I’m not expecting Jaejoong to suddenly be in front of me, or for him to grab my cock.
I cry out and buck into his hand. He covers my lips with his and kisses me, swallowing my moans as his hand works up and down on my cock. I accidentally bite down on his lip as a strong wave of pleasure shoots through me.
“S-so-sorry,” I stammer.
He chuckles and kisses my neck. My hands clutch at his shoulders. He releases my cock and traces his fingers over the skin above the band. I whine as my hips thrust forward. Jaejoong laughs again. His hand wraps around my hips and his lips land on mine again. He kisses me slowly, tongue dipping into my mouth. My brain is hazy with lust, my body tingling from it.
Can we finish this? We better. I want him so much.
“I want you,” I whisper into his mouth. I slam into a door. He nudged my legs apart, pushing his thigh against my erection. I moan and kiss him harder. Somehow my hands have found their way into his hair. I tug on it. His arm goes around my body and the support behind me disappears as the door opens. I’m too involved in his lips to notice that we’re moving again.
The door slams and then I’m tumbling back, landing on the soft bed. Jaejoong falls on top of me. I lift my legs from the floor and wrap them around his waist. He lightly rocks against me, using the floor for leverage. I reach for something above my head and grab the blankets. Another strong wave pulses through me and I’m seeing stars. Jaejoong’s lips are on my shoulders, down my neck, and then teeth nibble on my nipples through my shirt.
“Jae … Jaejoong, … I …” I’m going to come. I need to.
He speeds up the thrusts against my body. His cock is hard on my leg. I want to touch him. I want to touch him so much. I’ve never touched another man before.
“Jaejoong, can … I want to touch you.”
Jaejoong shivers above me. He props himself up and with eager hands directs me further onto the bed. I scramble backwards, blushing as he hooks his hands in the sweats and pulls them off me. He stands only long enough to slip his pants off.
I swallow, eyes wide, staring at him.
He sees the slight fear in my eyes and smiles as he crawls over me. His hand is hot. Fingers wrap around my bare cock and I’m seeing stars as he kisses me. His other hand takes my wrist and directs me down. My fingers brush over the head of my cock, and then touch another. Warm skin, soft. He moans into the next kiss, and I trace a finger over the head of his cock.
He’s larger than I am. I guess I’ve always known that, but to feel it, see it, touch it. It’s different. He stops kissing me and then pushes up to his knees so I can see myself touch him. The length is straight, but the head curls in a tiny bit. I trace the crown. The heat in my body dies a little as I touch him. His hands are on his thighs, gripping. Head back, mouth open. I feel the controlled need to thrust into my hand.
He sighs, fingers tightening on his own legs, when I finally stroke him.
Jaejoong is so beautiful. Everything about his body is amazing. I use my other hand and twist the piercing in his navel.
He gasps, eyes flying open and meeting mine. Their dark and so blown with lust it makes me shiver. He falls over me, our lips brush and he succumbs, thrusting into my hand. My hand is grazing my cock and I want to feel his skin on me. I move my hand and grip both of our cocks together.
“Fuck, Su,” Jaejoong says, kissing me.
Wet slips around my hand, and we slide through precome. The pleasure that had cooled is back in a moment, and I’m shutting my eyes against it even as my own hand brings it closer to exploding. His hand cups my jaw, tightening as he kisses me harder and whimpers into my mouth. He steals my breath, and my body shakes with the need to come. Not to breathe. Never again. Jaejoong’s body is enough for me to live on.
He shudders as my hand falters, and then his hand is there, with mine, moving both of us, our cocks pushed together, sliding and wet.
“Jaejoong!” I shout and my hand grips his shoulder as my legs lift. He grunts and shifts as my legs wrap around his body. I cry out again as the slide and speed change. I’m barely holding on, my body frozen in that moment of pleasure. My mouth opens, my fingers dig into his back, and his name is torn from my throat as a powerful orgasm turns my vision black and pumps into our hands and on my body.
His beautiful face swims above me, lips curved in a smile and I touch his cheek. His eyes close and I’m suddenly aware of him still moving. His hand flying over his cock.
“So sexy,” I whisper, and lift my upper body so I can kiss his lips.
Jaejoong moans as our lips find a softer rhythm than his frantic stroking. We don’t have much time. I know this and smile. I pull away from his lips and he’s so confused with I shove him over that he goes without a struggle, landing on his back. He whimpers and keeps stroking. I smile at him. His eyes are wide as I run a finger through the come on my stomach and bring it to my mouth.
“Oh, fuck, Su,” he whispers and his eyes shut.
I laugh and lean over him.
I hear the door latch click and part of me panics, but the rest of me doesn’t care too much. I’ve spied on two couples already. It’s only fair someone spies on me.
And I want to give them a show.
I kiss Jaejoong’s amazing abs and then flick his navel piercing with my tongue. He moans, adjusting his cock so his hand isn’t whacking me in the face, but it’s his cock I want.
“Let me taste you,” I say, and his whole body shakes with a moan.
His hand slows enough for me to stick my tongue out and lick the tip of his cock.
“Fuck, Junsu,” he says.
It’s tangy, like my own come, and as I let the head push past my lips, more fluid pumps into my mouth. My fingers twist his piercing again, and his hips rise. I gag on his cock before he suddenly pushes me away and thick, white streams of come paint his stomach as his heavy moan echoes around the room.
“I give that orgasm a seven,” Heechul says behind me.
I whip around. He and Yoochun are curled together, leaning on the door frame.
“A seven?” Yoochun says. “That high?”
“Yes. I mean, it was sloppy, but Junsu’s lips were on him for two seconds before he was coming. That counts for a lot.”
“Fuck you two. Get out,” Jaejoong says.
Heechul smiles at me. “Your lips look pretty around a cock, dongsaeng.”
Yoochun nods. “Yes, they do. And his ass. I want to--”
“You finish that sentence and you’ll lose your testicles,” Jaejoong says.
I suddenly remember I’m naked, and heat flushes through me as I turn away. Jaejoong holds me. For his eyes only, I lick up a drop of come from his chest.
“Fuck,” he whispers, eyes still dark with lust. His cock twitches.
Heechul sees it and says, “No. You interrupted us, we’re interrupting you. I have to dye Junsu’s hair.”
Jaejoong smiles and kisses me. “Get out. We’ll be in the bathroom in two minutes.”
“Okay. Two minutes or I’m coming back in here with claws out.”
The door shuts behind them and I sigh, curling up against Jaejoong’s warm skin.
“Su?”
“Huh?”
“You alright?”
“Fantastic. You?”
Jaejoong chuckles, arms tightening around me. I lift my head and our lips meet.
“I love you,” he whispers.
“I love you,” I reply. “And I love this. And doing this with you. It’s like … It’s like I get to fall in love with you all over again.”
He nods. “I know. Please be careful tonight, okay?”
“I will. I’ll stick really close to Yoochun.”’
His eyes narrow and I laugh as he growls.
“Not like that, love.”
He rolls me to my back. His hand traces up and down my side. “That was amazing,” he whispers, “but not enough.”
I nod. “Yeah. Trust me. I know.”
“I don’t want to rush you.”
“You’re not. I … I’m pretty sure that you’d be doing more to me right now if we had the time.”
“Oh, now that I can guarantee.” He leans down to kiss me just as there’s pounding on the door.
“Ten seconds, bastards,” Heechul shouts.
Our lips press together, and then he sighs and gets up. He cleans himself off with his t-shirt and then does the same to me. We slip our sweats back on and head to the bathroom.
\\|||//
Three hours later, I barely recognize myself. My hair is orange. I’ve been told that it takes a long time to dye hair blond. Heechul says I’m going to have to give myself over to him again tomorrow to bleach it again.
Jaejoong purses his lips behind me and shakes his head. “You’re still gorgeous, Junsu, but I don’t like it at all.”
“Me neither,” I say and make a face at myself.
“Me neither,” Yoochun says, “but that’s probably just because you have clothes on.”
I blush, and Jaejoong glares at him.
“Meeting,” Eunhyuk says at the door, and then he stops and whistles. “Wow, Junsu. That’s … bad.”
“I know.”
“Different. I barely recognize you and I’m your biggest fan.”
“That’s good then,” Jaejoong says. I follow him to the room and we throw on shirts before following everyone else down to the kitchen.
While my hair was being dyed, Changmin called for Jaejoong to say Yunho was awake, but when he came back, Jaejoong said they were going to have a meeting to discuss it.
Everyone but Yunho sits around the table.
Changmin is pacing.
I sit close to Jaejoong. Our fingers tangle under the table.
“Yunho says they were ambushed,” Changmin starts. “He has no idea who shot him. It came from no where. He had enough time to crawl back to the car and floor it out of there. He abandoned the car about four miles away before making his way here.”
“So we’re down one contact and one car,” Leeteuk says.
Changmin nods.
“And two runners.”
Jaejoong sighs. “Sorry.”
Changmin waves at him in dismissal. “Only one runner.”
Everyone looks at me.
“Yoochun, I want you to be very careful tonight,” Changmin says. “We can’t afford to lose someone else. I want you to leave early. You need to scout ahead, be at the drop early. If there’s even the slightest uneasy feeling in you, I want you to leave. Ethermeterin is not worth your life.”
Everyone stares at Changmin in awe.
He rolls his eyes. “So what? I’ve had a personal epiphany.”
Leeteuk stands up slowly. “You cannot abandon this.”
“Until how many people die?” Changmin asks.
“Death is part of reform.”
“But not your death,” Changmin snaps back.
Leeteuk leans his hands on the table while the rest of us watch the exchange. “Death is inevitable. No matter how old you are. You will die. We will all die. Death is not what we are fighting. We are fighting corruption, control, slavery.”
“We are cheating death.”
“So if someone dies, then it’s inevitable. It’s not your fault, or ours.”
Changmin slams his hand on the table, making most of us jump. “Then what is love, Leeteuk? Is that inevitable? Or is that a byproduct of the fight? A byproduct of the lives we were forced to live? A byproduct of our exile? When did you last mourn a death? When did anyone here lose someone enough to cry for them? When did you last cry? Would you cry if that was Kyuhyun’s body laying inert in the basement? Would you be still spouting your victory at all costs if that bullet had hit Kyuhyun?”
Leeteuk looks at his lover and everyone sees the truth, including Kyuhyun. “Love is a gift,” he whispers.
“But life is not. The life of your lover is not up for disposal because it makes the fight a little easier.”
There is silence. Jaejoong’s hand tightens on mine, and the other couples at the table are sitting closer to each other.
“You’re right, of course,” Leeteuk says. “But you forget, dongsaeng, that I have seen death. I have caused death, and until the people of this republic are allowed to lead their own lives, and be free, I will witness more death, and I will mourn more deaths, no matter whose deaths they are.”
“I will not,” Changmin says fiercely. “We may argue, and we may lash out, but I love Yunho, and I will not see him, or any of you dead.”
“Without just cause,” Leeteuk finishes for him. “Running an underground ring for products to alter the baseCODE system is dangerous. The man who questioned Sungmin earlier has already been put to death. This is dangerous. If Yunho had driven all the way here, they would have followed him. They may have followed him. In the next couple hours, we may be ambushed where we sit. In a couple minutes, it could happen. Do not lecture me on death, or on love, dongsaeng. You are here because you love, because you care, because you’re brilliant, and I am only a politician. But there are other brilliant young men in this world. There are others to be runners. We will lose some, and we will continue to fight, we will continue to love because the alternative is always death.”
“Then what are we here? Not why, because according to what you just said, we are here to die. Tomorrow, next week, ten years, we will die, and until then, we live a double life, until I fail. We are prisoners here as much as we are there. And then it will all fall apart and we will all die anyway. We will live on the fringes until they find us and destroy us.”
“Then what is the point of love?” Leeteuk asks and leaves the kitchen.
Silence settles. I’m still so very confused about what just happened.
Kyuhyun waits another moment, and then stands up. “Should I just slit my wrists tonight if that’s the way he feels?” he mutters. He goes down to the lab.
“Kyu! That’s not what he meant.” Ryeowook runs after him.
Siwon looks up at Changmin. “So now what?”
Changmin shrugs. “We continue.”
He nods and stands. He bows to all his hyungs and follows his boyfriend.
“Can we go see Yunho?” Eunhyuk asks.
Changmin nods. “If he’s asleep, don’t you dare wake him.”
“We won’t.”
“Any words from you?” Changmin asks Heechul as EunHae leave the kitchen.
Heechul shrugs. “It’s not my fight. I don’t care if I live or die. I can’t really get off when I’m dead, so I have that incentive, but I never leave. I don’t care.”
“And with Yoochun going running tonight?”
Heechul turns to his boyfriend, face unreadable. “He’s just a fuck,” he says.
I gasp, but Yoochun’s face lights up with a smile and he brushes their noses together.
Heechul makes a face and slaps his shoulder, but as he turns away, he’s smiling and he settles closer to Yoochun.
Changmin stares at them and then shakes his head. He looks at Jaejoong.
Jaejoong shrugs.
“Whatever,” Changmin says. “Just be careful tonight, you two, okay?” He stalks out of the kitchen, into the living room.
Jaejoong kisses my cheek. “I’m going to go talk to him.”
“You’re leaving your untouched soccer star in our care?” Heechul says, eyes alight with lust.
“Yes, and he better be untouched when I come back.”
I laugh with Yoochun.
Heechul smirks and says, “He will be. But he’ll be more knowledgeable on what to do to you to get himself touched.”
Jaejoong smiles and kisses me softly. “Don’t scar him.”
“I’ve already seen them fucking,” I say, “I think I’m scarred enough.”
Part 7: Fortune, fortune, be fickle fortune, but do not keep him long but send him back.
Part 5: These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die.
Part 4: Not mad, but bound more than a mad man is
Part 3: Prick love for pricking and you beat love down.
Part 2: O, teach me how I should forget to think.
Part 1: I must be gone and live or stay and die.
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