Flights 17/?
Title: Flights 17/?
Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong, Changmin/Junsu, Junho/Yunho (implied Yunho/Changmin/Junsu) Many SuJu pairings
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 17:
Yoochun stopped in the doorway of the room and smiled. Jaejoong looked over his shoulder and covered his mouth as he laughed.
Yunho lay on his back. Junho was sprawled over him. The blanket barely covered their lower bodies, leaving their upper bodies on display. The room smelled of sex and blood and there were new fang marks on Junho’s neck. The tattered remains of Junho’s pants hung half way off the bed.
HoHo, Jaejoong said. So cute.
Yoochun chuckled as he climbed on the bed. He smacked Junho’s blanket-clad ass. Junho stirred and then moaned. Yoochun brought his hand back to spank him again and Yunho moved, fast, twisting them so his body was between Yoochun and Junho. His wings snapped open and Yoochun just barely ducked away, keeping himself from getting injured from the defensive action.
“Back off, bastard,” Yunho growled.
Yoochun laughed. He quickly reached under Yunho’s wing and pinched his ass. Yunho snarled at him, twisting his wing. It clipped Yoochun shoulder and he fell to the bed with another laugh, and then just because he could, he slid over and hugged Yunho from behind, chin on his shoulder. He smiled down at Junho.
“I was right,” Yoochun said.
Junho made a face at him. “You’re still a bastard.”
“Hey!” Jaejoong said with a pout.
“So are you,” Yoochun replied. “Come on. We’re having a massive meeting in about a half hour.”
“What time is it?” Yunho asked.
“Just after sunset.”
“Is he setting up watches?” Yunho yawned on the last word.
“Yeah. EunHae and KyuWook are out there now, patrolling. We’re going out together, but not until just before sunrise.”
Yunho nodded and then he smiled down at Junho. “Shower?”
Junho nodded. He sat up and stretched. “Yeah.”
“Don’t get distracted,” Yoochun warned.
“We won’t,” Yunho said. “There’s too many people here.”
The two of them pulled on sweatpants. Yunho put his arms around Junho’s waist. Junho leaned his head on Yunho’s shoulder. He scowled at Yoochun’s smirk and said, “Yeah, yeah, yeah. You were right. Shut up.”
The door slammed on Yoochun’s laughter. Jaejoong crawled into bed with him, body over Yoochun’s. His pale wings spread and he smiled. “Junho is sexy.”
“He is.”
“I really, really want to feed on him. He smells so good.”
Yoochun ran his hands up and down Jaejoong’s sides, under the shirt to touch cool skin. “He does. You have amazing control for a brand new Avixiary.”
“That’s because I’m perfect.”
Yoochun laughed and lifted up to kiss him. Yes, my darling. You are perfect.
Jaejoong sucked Yoochun’s pouty lower lip into his mouth for a moment and then licked lightly at the upper one. Their tongues touched, lips closing, for only a moment, before Jaejoong ran his tongue to the corner of Yoochun’s mouth. Another short kiss, and then another. Yoochun held his body in check. It would be so easy to throw Jaejoong to the bed and kiss him roughly.
Jaejoong lowered his body to Yoochun’s, keeping the kiss shallow, soft. Yoochun wrapped his arms around Jaejoong’s waist, under his spread wings. Their legs entangled. Jaejoong’s fingers carded through Yoochun’s hair. He pulled lightly, forcing a gasp from Yoochun’s throat. But the kiss stayed slow. Agonizing for Yoochun. He wanted, needed to have Jaejoong below him, but having Jaejoong above him and partially in control was also doing things to his body.
Things they didn’t have time for.
Jaejoong rolled his hips down. Yoochun moaned, whimpering Jaejoong’s name as Jaejoong’s hand ghosted down his chest to his pants.
No, no, no … Yoochun groaned into Jaejoong’s mouth as his hands pushed below the pant line. He lifted the fabric enough for Yoochun’s erection to be free, and then jerked his hands, tearing the pants open.
Yoochun’s reprimand was lost in another moan as Jaejoong continued to kiss him with agonizingly slow movements. Jaejoong ran his hands up and down Yoochun’s body, on the sides of his erection, ignoring what he so needed touched.
Love you, Jaejoong whispered.
Yoochun gasped as his lips were suddenly released. His eyes shut, chest heaving. All from simple agonizing touches.
Hot breath ghosted over his dick. He whined as his cock jerked. The touch of Jaejoong’s tongue along the shaft had Yoochun’s entire body shaking. He begged for Jaejoong to suck on him.
Jaejoong looked up and smiled when their eyes met. “Soon,” he whispered with a smirk.
Yoochun moaned and rocked his hips up. Jaejoong laughed and went back to his slow ministrations. He licked up and down Yoochun’s cock, rolling his tongue over the ridge and pushing into the head. His mouth closed momentarily around the crown, sucking and licking precome from the slit.
“Oh, god, Jaejoong,” Yoochun whispered. His hands found their way into Jaejoong’s hair, but not gripping, teasing and lightly tugging. Jaejoong moaned, the vibrations coursing through Yoochun’s body. His skin burned and there appeared no relief from the teasing as Jaejoong’s fingers traced and tickled Yoochun’s balls. The orgasm was threatening, ebbing and flowing with each one of Jaejoong’s light touches.
For a brief moment, everything stopped. Before Yoochun could voice his complaints, Jaejoong’s lips pressed against his and his warm fingers wrapped around Yoochun’s cock. Yoochun moaned into the kiss, hips rising as Jaejoong held him steady. Another agonizing moment since Jaejoong did not move his hand, but only held him. The kiss held only a fraction of the intensity Yoochun felt coursing through his mate. Yoochun smirked to himself; Jaejoong was having a hard time controlling himself too.
The head of his cock swiped along the cleft of Jaejoong’s bare ass. The thought of when Jaejoong had taken his pants off left as Jaejoong sat, holding him secure as the head of his cock forced its way into Jaejoong’s unprepared body. Yoochun winced at the drag, and then Jaejoong sat fast, forcing Yoochun inside him. Pain lashed up through his body, but he didn’t stop, pulling out and then back down quickly. His body shook, feathers ruffling. The scent of Jaejoong’s blood filled the room and added another instinct Yoochun had to fight against.
Yoochun crooned at him through their link, calming him, praising him. God, Jaejoong was amazing. His fingers brushed through Jaejoong’s wings while Jaejoong calmed himself down. He rolled his hips again and then lifted up, hands now clenching Yoochun’s chest. Slowly, everything was so slow. His body dragged up and pushed down, each trip more intense than the last.
Chunnie, Jaejoong whispered, whined, and Yoochun felt his insecurity.
Baby, you’re amazing. Perfect. Just … god, don’t speed up, please. Stay slow. Stay … like this. Forever.
A smile stretched his lips and then Jaejoong pulled away from the kisses with a whimper. He pushed himself up, grabbed his cock and stroked himself. Yoochun bent his knees a little and made shallow thrusts into Jaejoong’s body.
“And you told us not to get distracted,” Yunho said.
Yoochun forced his head to turn. Junho and Yunho stood at the side of the bed, both with identical amused looks on their faces.
“His … fault …” Yoochun managed and then his eyes shut as Jaejoong’s body tightened around him.
“Chunnie,” Jaejoong whined.
Yoochun focused back on his mate, holding his hips and moving himself in and out of Jaejoong steadily.
The next feeling through Jaejoong was need. Powerful, powerful need. It wasn’t just a need to come, but a need to take and claim. His eyes opened, red and hungry, his fangs extended.
Yoochun grinned. Knew you couldn’t control yourself for that long.
Jaejoong whined and his head swiveled to stare at Junho across the room. Yoochun tightened his hold on Jaejoong’s hips as the need for human blood flew through his mate.
Hey. No, Yoochun said, broadcasting to Yunho and Junho. Jaejoong whined from the command and fell over Yoochun. His fangs slid into Yoochun’s neck and he drank deeply.
Smells so good. So … good.
I know. But you can’t.
Jaejoong growled into Yoochun’s neck and then sped up, lifting his hips up and down fast. Yoochun grabbed control of the situation, letting Jaejoong feed and fuck while at the same time, he touched that center in his body where they were connected, in their souls and hearts, making Jaejoong’s orgasm grow. Jaejoong cried out, whimpering as he suddenly came, pulse after pulse of come landing warm on Yoochun’s stomach. With a deep breath, Yoochun let pleasure fill his body, let his orgasm crash through him as Jaejoong’s hole gripped him tightly.
Jaejoong broke away from his neck with a gasp. Blood dripped down his chin and then he fell. Yoochun’s cock slipped out of him as he came, and he moaned as his release pumped out over Jaejoong’s ass.
Jaejoong continued to whimper, blanket clutched in his fists as he fought the desperate need to feed from Junho.
Yoochun turned to HoHo on the couch. Junho’s eyes were wide. Yunho had a firm grip around his waist.
“No,” Yunho said with an angry pout.
“Please,” Yoochun said. “I don’t want him to attack Junho when I’m not around.”
“Will he?” Junho asked.
“Probably not. But I’d rather not risk it.”
Junho looked at Yunho for a moment and then Yunho’s eyes shut with a resigned sigh. He stood up and kept his arms around Junho. Jaejoong’s shivers increased as Junho came closer and Yoochun immediately snagged control of his mind. He maneuvered Jaejoong off him until his mate was lying on his stomach. Yoochun forced his wings to fold, and then crawled over him, straddling his hips. Another time and he would have shoved his cock back into Jaejoong’s torn hole. The thought made his cock jerk and slap against Jaejoong’s skin, leaving a pool of blood and come.
Yoochun took Jaejoong’s elbows in a tight grip and then nodded to Yunho. Junho crawled onto the bed. Yunho followed him.
“Turn your head, Jaejoong.”
Jaejoong did; his fangs had cut his lips.
Junho frowned at him, and then lowered himself to the bed so his head was level with Jaejoong’s. Jaejoong whimpered and tried to move forward.
His thoughts were going a mile a minute, and Yoochun could not follow them. Except one.
“He wants you to know he’s sorry,” Yoochun said. His heart swelled with an ache full of love for his mate, because even now, he was worried about someone else and not himself. “He’s … he’s sorry he can’t control himself.”
Junho touched Jaejoong’s cheek, pulling another whimper from him. “You have controlled yourself for two days.” He moved again, just a few inches, twisting his head. There were already two holes in his neck from Yunho.
Yoochun very carefully directed Jaejoong there. Junho flinched as Jaejoong bit him, and then his eyes shut and his chest rose and fell with steady breaths.
Jaejoong drank, sucking hard, and Yoochun felt his desire and lust and greed flare up at the energetic taste of human blood. Yoochun could almost taste it. God, he wanted it. He wanted to let Jaejoong loose and latch on to the other side of Junho’s neck and drain all of that blood from his body.
Fuck you, Yunho said in his head. Get your mate’s fangs out of my mate.
Yoochun smirked at Yunho and let Jaejoong take a few more swallows before forcing him to let go.
They both collapsed where they were. Yunho carefully rolled Junho over and held him close.
“I’m fine,” Junho said, though his voice was a little breathy.
Jaejoong was passed out, a smile on his face. Yoochun chuckled at him and kissed his cheek.
“Is he okay?” Junho asked.
Yoochun nodded. “Just a little drunk. Give him a few minutes.”
“He’s weak like his master,” Yunho said.
Yoochun narrowed his eyes at Yunho. “You want me to kick your ass again, gnat?”
Junho sighed and looked at Yunho. “How am I supposed to defend you against Yoochun, huh? Don’t say stuff to piss him off until I can fight him for you.”
Yunho let out a burst of startled laughter and pressed his lips again Junho’s.
Is he going to let you turn him? Yoochun asked.
Yunho smiled and kept kissing Junho as he replied, One day.
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Less than fifteen minutes later, all Avixiary met in the main hall of Changmin’s compound. It was crowded, but with all of them in pairs and practically sitting on each others’ laps, there was enough room.
As soon as everyone was situated, Changmin hit a button on the wall. A panel slid up, and behind it was a human television. He hit another button and a woman’s face appeared on the screen. Her mouth was moving, but there was no sound. Big red letters covered the corner and said, “Avixiary Conspiracy”.
Another button, and her voice filled the room.
“-no accurate count. The government insists that it is only a glitch in the system, while at the same time, attests to the integrity of their tracking system. The resistant group, also known as Avixiary Freedom, claims there are a hundred and fifty undocumented Avixiary in the country, and they also say there are almost twice that many who are listed as ‘status unknown’, which possibly means they are living outside a compound even though their tracking is still intact. The Control Group refuses to acknowledge this data, calling it flawed and wishful thinking. Avixiary Freedom is close to being shut down, but again, the government cannot find concrete evidence that they are communicating with the renegade Avixiary. As of now, the group that fled Belford is still at large, though the government says they have a pretty good idea where they are at. Lee Minho has more on Avixiary Freedom.”
Another man’s face replaced the woman, and this time the words in the corner said, “Do the monsters have feelings?”
More than one of the assembled snorted.
“Like to bend him over and make him feel,” Heechul muttered. Leeteuk smacked him.
“Avixiary Freedom contends that Avixiary are not dangerous despite the growing numbers of attacks in compounds across the country. Four guards and six humans have died in Busan alone from Avixiary attacks.”
“It’d help if you wouldn’t starve us,” Sungmin said.
“Those in Avixiary Freedom point to historical records about humans and Avixiary living in peace.”
“We've been saying that for years," Ryeowook said with a snort of disgust.
"Fuck, this shit,” Kangin said. “Turn it off.”
Changmin sighed and hit the mute button so the face stayed, but the voice didn’t.
“Do you really think there are three hundred of us who are free?” Siwon asked.
Changmin shrugged. “I don’t know. There’s a lot of open country in this place for an Avixiary to stay hidden.”
“Not well, though,” Shindong said, “and not without human help.”
Heechul again snorted. “Yeah, some help.”
More than one set of eyes turned to Junho. Yunho growled possessively and put his arms around his mate.
“Would you stop?” Changmin said. “Or are you all forgetting that your mates were human once?”
“Except yours, you freak show,” Heechul said.
Changmin grinned. “And look at all the problems it saved us, huh?”
“Shut up,” Yunho muttered and pressed his face against Junho’s neck.
“So ask the human,” Heechul said, gesturing to Junho. His wings jerked like he’d wanted to snap them open, but Leeteuk had a tight hold on him. “Ask him what’s going on, if they know where we are.”
Junho shifted in Yunho’s hold and looked down. Yoochun figured it would have to be a little terrifying to be surrounded by so many Avixiary when you were considered a food source.
“I don’t know,” Junho said. “I was just a patrol soldier. I wasn’t high enough to be told anything.”
“Except to hate us,” Yoochun pointed out.
Junho made a face at him.
“So what do we do?” Leeteuk asked, looking back at Changmin.
Changmin opened his mouth, and then shut it, eyes going wide as a red light flashed from the console. He moved quickly, hit a few more buttons and the image on the screen changed. The screen appeared fuzzy, bright and pure white and then it darkened, revealing a low flying mini-copter, complete with searchlight sweeping over the clearing that hid the compound.
“Routine, or do they know we’re here?” Kyuhyun asked.
Changmin shook his head. “I don’t know. No one is outside, right?”
Leeteuk looked around the room and said, “Nope. We’re all here.”
The copter went off the screen, but there were five more behind it.
“We could take them down pretty easily,” Junsu said.
Changmin shook his head again. “Not before one of them radios in and tells them where we are. No one is to leave tonight. I have sensors and cameras two hundred yards away from here. We’ll see if they do a foot search.”
Junsu curled up against Changmin’s back. Changmin smiled and touched his arm, before frowning at the display.
Part 18: Flights of Planning
An Interlude: Flights of HoHo
Part 16: Flights of Realization
Part 15: Flights of Distractions
Part 14: Flights of Battles
Part 13: Flights of Obstacles
Part 12: Flights of Uncertainty | Part 11: Flights of Understanding | Part 10: Flights of Control | Part 9: Flights of Discovery | Part 8: Flights of Recovery | 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, Junho/Yunho (implied Yunho/Changmin/Junsu) Many SuJu pairings
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 17:
Yoochun stopped in the doorway of the room and smiled. Jaejoong looked over his shoulder and covered his mouth as he laughed.
Yunho lay on his back. Junho was sprawled over him. The blanket barely covered their lower bodies, leaving their upper bodies on display. The room smelled of sex and blood and there were new fang marks on Junho’s neck. The tattered remains of Junho’s pants hung half way off the bed.
HoHo, Jaejoong said. So cute.
Yoochun chuckled as he climbed on the bed. He smacked Junho’s blanket-clad ass. Junho stirred and then moaned. Yoochun brought his hand back to spank him again and Yunho moved, fast, twisting them so his body was between Yoochun and Junho. His wings snapped open and Yoochun just barely ducked away, keeping himself from getting injured from the defensive action.
“Back off, bastard,” Yunho growled.
Yoochun laughed. He quickly reached under Yunho’s wing and pinched his ass. Yunho snarled at him, twisting his wing. It clipped Yoochun shoulder and he fell to the bed with another laugh, and then just because he could, he slid over and hugged Yunho from behind, chin on his shoulder. He smiled down at Junho.
“I was right,” Yoochun said.
Junho made a face at him. “You’re still a bastard.”
“Hey!” Jaejoong said with a pout.
“So are you,” Yoochun replied. “Come on. We’re having a massive meeting in about a half hour.”
“What time is it?” Yunho asked.
“Just after sunset.”
“Is he setting up watches?” Yunho yawned on the last word.
“Yeah. EunHae and KyuWook are out there now, patrolling. We’re going out together, but not until just before sunrise.”
Yunho nodded and then he smiled down at Junho. “Shower?”
Junho nodded. He sat up and stretched. “Yeah.”
“Don’t get distracted,” Yoochun warned.
“We won’t,” Yunho said. “There’s too many people here.”
The two of them pulled on sweatpants. Yunho put his arms around Junho’s waist. Junho leaned his head on Yunho’s shoulder. He scowled at Yoochun’s smirk and said, “Yeah, yeah, yeah. You were right. Shut up.”
The door slammed on Yoochun’s laughter. Jaejoong crawled into bed with him, body over Yoochun’s. His pale wings spread and he smiled. “Junho is sexy.”
“He is.”
“I really, really want to feed on him. He smells so good.”
Yoochun ran his hands up and down Jaejoong’s sides, under the shirt to touch cool skin. “He does. You have amazing control for a brand new Avixiary.”
“That’s because I’m perfect.”
Yoochun laughed and lifted up to kiss him. Yes, my darling. You are perfect.
Jaejoong sucked Yoochun’s pouty lower lip into his mouth for a moment and then licked lightly at the upper one. Their tongues touched, lips closing, for only a moment, before Jaejoong ran his tongue to the corner of Yoochun’s mouth. Another short kiss, and then another. Yoochun held his body in check. It would be so easy to throw Jaejoong to the bed and kiss him roughly.
Jaejoong lowered his body to Yoochun’s, keeping the kiss shallow, soft. Yoochun wrapped his arms around Jaejoong’s waist, under his spread wings. Their legs entangled. Jaejoong’s fingers carded through Yoochun’s hair. He pulled lightly, forcing a gasp from Yoochun’s throat. But the kiss stayed slow. Agonizing for Yoochun. He wanted, needed to have Jaejoong below him, but having Jaejoong above him and partially in control was also doing things to his body.
Things they didn’t have time for.
Jaejoong rolled his hips down. Yoochun moaned, whimpering Jaejoong’s name as Jaejoong’s hand ghosted down his chest to his pants.
No, no, no … Yoochun groaned into Jaejoong’s mouth as his hands pushed below the pant line. He lifted the fabric enough for Yoochun’s erection to be free, and then jerked his hands, tearing the pants open.
Yoochun’s reprimand was lost in another moan as Jaejoong continued to kiss him with agonizingly slow movements. Jaejoong ran his hands up and down Yoochun’s body, on the sides of his erection, ignoring what he so needed touched.
Love you, Jaejoong whispered.
Yoochun gasped as his lips were suddenly released. His eyes shut, chest heaving. All from simple agonizing touches.
Hot breath ghosted over his dick. He whined as his cock jerked. The touch of Jaejoong’s tongue along the shaft had Yoochun’s entire body shaking. He begged for Jaejoong to suck on him.
Jaejoong looked up and smiled when their eyes met. “Soon,” he whispered with a smirk.
Yoochun moaned and rocked his hips up. Jaejoong laughed and went back to his slow ministrations. He licked up and down Yoochun’s cock, rolling his tongue over the ridge and pushing into the head. His mouth closed momentarily around the crown, sucking and licking precome from the slit.
“Oh, god, Jaejoong,” Yoochun whispered. His hands found their way into Jaejoong’s hair, but not gripping, teasing and lightly tugging. Jaejoong moaned, the vibrations coursing through Yoochun’s body. His skin burned and there appeared no relief from the teasing as Jaejoong’s fingers traced and tickled Yoochun’s balls. The orgasm was threatening, ebbing and flowing with each one of Jaejoong’s light touches.
For a brief moment, everything stopped. Before Yoochun could voice his complaints, Jaejoong’s lips pressed against his and his warm fingers wrapped around Yoochun’s cock. Yoochun moaned into the kiss, hips rising as Jaejoong held him steady. Another agonizing moment since Jaejoong did not move his hand, but only held him. The kiss held only a fraction of the intensity Yoochun felt coursing through his mate. Yoochun smirked to himself; Jaejoong was having a hard time controlling himself too.
The head of his cock swiped along the cleft of Jaejoong’s bare ass. The thought of when Jaejoong had taken his pants off left as Jaejoong sat, holding him secure as the head of his cock forced its way into Jaejoong’s unprepared body. Yoochun winced at the drag, and then Jaejoong sat fast, forcing Yoochun inside him. Pain lashed up through his body, but he didn’t stop, pulling out and then back down quickly. His body shook, feathers ruffling. The scent of Jaejoong’s blood filled the room and added another instinct Yoochun had to fight against.
Yoochun crooned at him through their link, calming him, praising him. God, Jaejoong was amazing. His fingers brushed through Jaejoong’s wings while Jaejoong calmed himself down. He rolled his hips again and then lifted up, hands now clenching Yoochun’s chest. Slowly, everything was so slow. His body dragged up and pushed down, each trip more intense than the last.
Chunnie, Jaejoong whispered, whined, and Yoochun felt his insecurity.
Baby, you’re amazing. Perfect. Just … god, don’t speed up, please. Stay slow. Stay … like this. Forever.
A smile stretched his lips and then Jaejoong pulled away from the kisses with a whimper. He pushed himself up, grabbed his cock and stroked himself. Yoochun bent his knees a little and made shallow thrusts into Jaejoong’s body.
“And you told us not to get distracted,” Yunho said.
Yoochun forced his head to turn. Junho and Yunho stood at the side of the bed, both with identical amused looks on their faces.
“His … fault …” Yoochun managed and then his eyes shut as Jaejoong’s body tightened around him.
“Chunnie,” Jaejoong whined.
Yoochun focused back on his mate, holding his hips and moving himself in and out of Jaejoong steadily.
The next feeling through Jaejoong was need. Powerful, powerful need. It wasn’t just a need to come, but a need to take and claim. His eyes opened, red and hungry, his fangs extended.
Yoochun grinned. Knew you couldn’t control yourself for that long.
Jaejoong whined and his head swiveled to stare at Junho across the room. Yoochun tightened his hold on Jaejoong’s hips as the need for human blood flew through his mate.
Hey. No, Yoochun said, broadcasting to Yunho and Junho. Jaejoong whined from the command and fell over Yoochun. His fangs slid into Yoochun’s neck and he drank deeply.
Smells so good. So … good.
I know. But you can’t.
Jaejoong growled into Yoochun’s neck and then sped up, lifting his hips up and down fast. Yoochun grabbed control of the situation, letting Jaejoong feed and fuck while at the same time, he touched that center in his body where they were connected, in their souls and hearts, making Jaejoong’s orgasm grow. Jaejoong cried out, whimpering as he suddenly came, pulse after pulse of come landing warm on Yoochun’s stomach. With a deep breath, Yoochun let pleasure fill his body, let his orgasm crash through him as Jaejoong’s hole gripped him tightly.
Jaejoong broke away from his neck with a gasp. Blood dripped down his chin and then he fell. Yoochun’s cock slipped out of him as he came, and he moaned as his release pumped out over Jaejoong’s ass.
Jaejoong continued to whimper, blanket clutched in his fists as he fought the desperate need to feed from Junho.
Yoochun turned to HoHo on the couch. Junho’s eyes were wide. Yunho had a firm grip around his waist.
“No,” Yunho said with an angry pout.
“Please,” Yoochun said. “I don’t want him to attack Junho when I’m not around.”
“Will he?” Junho asked.
“Probably not. But I’d rather not risk it.”
Junho looked at Yunho for a moment and then Yunho’s eyes shut with a resigned sigh. He stood up and kept his arms around Junho. Jaejoong’s shivers increased as Junho came closer and Yoochun immediately snagged control of his mind. He maneuvered Jaejoong off him until his mate was lying on his stomach. Yoochun forced his wings to fold, and then crawled over him, straddling his hips. Another time and he would have shoved his cock back into Jaejoong’s torn hole. The thought made his cock jerk and slap against Jaejoong’s skin, leaving a pool of blood and come.
Yoochun took Jaejoong’s elbows in a tight grip and then nodded to Yunho. Junho crawled onto the bed. Yunho followed him.
“Turn your head, Jaejoong.”
Jaejoong did; his fangs had cut his lips.
Junho frowned at him, and then lowered himself to the bed so his head was level with Jaejoong’s. Jaejoong whimpered and tried to move forward.
His thoughts were going a mile a minute, and Yoochun could not follow them. Except one.
“He wants you to know he’s sorry,” Yoochun said. His heart swelled with an ache full of love for his mate, because even now, he was worried about someone else and not himself. “He’s … he’s sorry he can’t control himself.”
Junho touched Jaejoong’s cheek, pulling another whimper from him. “You have controlled yourself for two days.” He moved again, just a few inches, twisting his head. There were already two holes in his neck from Yunho.
Yoochun very carefully directed Jaejoong there. Junho flinched as Jaejoong bit him, and then his eyes shut and his chest rose and fell with steady breaths.
Jaejoong drank, sucking hard, and Yoochun felt his desire and lust and greed flare up at the energetic taste of human blood. Yoochun could almost taste it. God, he wanted it. He wanted to let Jaejoong loose and latch on to the other side of Junho’s neck and drain all of that blood from his body.
Fuck you, Yunho said in his head. Get your mate’s fangs out of my mate.
Yoochun smirked at Yunho and let Jaejoong take a few more swallows before forcing him to let go.
They both collapsed where they were. Yunho carefully rolled Junho over and held him close.
“I’m fine,” Junho said, though his voice was a little breathy.
Jaejoong was passed out, a smile on his face. Yoochun chuckled at him and kissed his cheek.
“Is he okay?” Junho asked.
Yoochun nodded. “Just a little drunk. Give him a few minutes.”
“He’s weak like his master,” Yunho said.
Yoochun narrowed his eyes at Yunho. “You want me to kick your ass again, gnat?”
Junho sighed and looked at Yunho. “How am I supposed to defend you against Yoochun, huh? Don’t say stuff to piss him off until I can fight him for you.”
Yunho let out a burst of startled laughter and pressed his lips again Junho’s.
Is he going to let you turn him? Yoochun asked.
Yunho smiled and kept kissing Junho as he replied, One day.
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Less than fifteen minutes later, all Avixiary met in the main hall of Changmin’s compound. It was crowded, but with all of them in pairs and practically sitting on each others’ laps, there was enough room.
As soon as everyone was situated, Changmin hit a button on the wall. A panel slid up, and behind it was a human television. He hit another button and a woman’s face appeared on the screen. Her mouth was moving, but there was no sound. Big red letters covered the corner and said, “Avixiary Conspiracy”.
Another button, and her voice filled the room.
“-no accurate count. The government insists that it is only a glitch in the system, while at the same time, attests to the integrity of their tracking system. The resistant group, also known as Avixiary Freedom, claims there are a hundred and fifty undocumented Avixiary in the country, and they also say there are almost twice that many who are listed as ‘status unknown’, which possibly means they are living outside a compound even though their tracking is still intact. The Control Group refuses to acknowledge this data, calling it flawed and wishful thinking. Avixiary Freedom is close to being shut down, but again, the government cannot find concrete evidence that they are communicating with the renegade Avixiary. As of now, the group that fled Belford is still at large, though the government says they have a pretty good idea where they are at. Lee Minho has more on Avixiary Freedom.”
Another man’s face replaced the woman, and this time the words in the corner said, “Do the monsters have feelings?”
More than one of the assembled snorted.
“Like to bend him over and make him feel,” Heechul muttered. Leeteuk smacked him.
“Avixiary Freedom contends that Avixiary are not dangerous despite the growing numbers of attacks in compounds across the country. Four guards and six humans have died in Busan alone from Avixiary attacks.”
“It’d help if you wouldn’t starve us,” Sungmin said.
“Those in Avixiary Freedom point to historical records about humans and Avixiary living in peace.”
“We've been saying that for years," Ryeowook said with a snort of disgust.
"Fuck, this shit,” Kangin said. “Turn it off.”
Changmin sighed and hit the mute button so the face stayed, but the voice didn’t.
“Do you really think there are three hundred of us who are free?” Siwon asked.
Changmin shrugged. “I don’t know. There’s a lot of open country in this place for an Avixiary to stay hidden.”
“Not well, though,” Shindong said, “and not without human help.”
Heechul again snorted. “Yeah, some help.”
More than one set of eyes turned to Junho. Yunho growled possessively and put his arms around his mate.
“Would you stop?” Changmin said. “Or are you all forgetting that your mates were human once?”
“Except yours, you freak show,” Heechul said.
Changmin grinned. “And look at all the problems it saved us, huh?”
“Shut up,” Yunho muttered and pressed his face against Junho’s neck.
“So ask the human,” Heechul said, gesturing to Junho. His wings jerked like he’d wanted to snap them open, but Leeteuk had a tight hold on him. “Ask him what’s going on, if they know where we are.”
Junho shifted in Yunho’s hold and looked down. Yoochun figured it would have to be a little terrifying to be surrounded by so many Avixiary when you were considered a food source.
“I don’t know,” Junho said. “I was just a patrol soldier. I wasn’t high enough to be told anything.”
“Except to hate us,” Yoochun pointed out.
Junho made a face at him.
“So what do we do?” Leeteuk asked, looking back at Changmin.
Changmin opened his mouth, and then shut it, eyes going wide as a red light flashed from the console. He moved quickly, hit a few more buttons and the image on the screen changed. The screen appeared fuzzy, bright and pure white and then it darkened, revealing a low flying mini-copter, complete with searchlight sweeping over the clearing that hid the compound.
“Routine, or do they know we’re here?” Kyuhyun asked.
Changmin shook his head. “I don’t know. No one is outside, right?”
Leeteuk looked around the room and said, “Nope. We’re all here.”
The copter went off the screen, but there were five more behind it.
“We could take them down pretty easily,” Junsu said.
Changmin shook his head again. “Not before one of them radios in and tells them where we are. No one is to leave tonight. I have sensors and cameras two hundred yards away from here. We’ll see if they do a foot search.”
Junsu curled up against Changmin’s back. Changmin smiled and touched his arm, before frowning at the display.
Part 18: Flights of Planning
An Interlude: Flights of HoHo
Part 16: Flights of Realization
Part 15: Flights of Distractions
Part 14: Flights of Battles
Part 13: Flights of Obstacles
Part 12: Flights of Uncertainty | Part 11: Flights of Understanding | Part 10: Flights of Control | Part 9: Flights of Discovery | Part 8: Flights of Recovery | 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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