Pleasures of the Mighty 24/?
Title: Pleasures of the Mighty 24/?
Rating: Mostly R, but some later chapters will be NC-17
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong/Junsu and implied Yoochun/Changmin
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I'd make them my slaves.
Summary: Yunho is the son of a powerful political family in a world of conquests and slavery. When Yoochun drags him to the slave traders, Yunho sees the most beautiful man and is determined to keep the beauty out of his sadistic friend's bedroom. It's a simple purchase, but as he learns more about Jaejoong and his world Doushite, Yunho finds himself looking for answers buried deep in the anti-political underworld.
Poster Credit goes to my darling tarta trshakespeare I ♥♥♥ You!
Part 24: The Pussy
A/N: I am very ... dubious about posting this chapter because this chapter contains Het!Sex between Yunho and Yoona. I know a lot of readers are not going to like it, and they're going to be mad because Yunho is with someone else besides Jaejoong. I just want you all to know that I'm posting it anyway, because it's part of the story. So please keep any and all "OMG HET IS GROSS" and "OMG WHY IS YUNHO FUCKING HER" comments to yourself. I'm not normally bitchy like this, but I will delete any comments that are derogatory or that piss me off.
And as to the chapter title ... hey, it starts with a P ... *giggles* ...
It took four days to get the soldiers away their home. And it took those four days for Yunho to get enough strength to walk on his own for more than half the day. He should have stayed in the hospital. His early release had circulated, but no one knew where he was. None of them left Siwon’s, and Siwon’s staff proved loyal and no rumors were spread about his location.
Jaejoong continued to be attentive, and yet, withdrawn.
Yunho noticed. Junsu noticed.
But Yunho did not want to pressure Jaejoong. He had a feeling Jaejoong pressured himself.
Day six, once again behind the borders of their estate, Yunho decided that Jaejoong was eating himself up over concerns he should not have to deal with himself. When Jaejoong put a plate of rice and eggs in front of him for breakfast, Yunho took his wrist. Only the three of them were in the kitchen. Yunho pressed a kiss to Jaejoong’s elbow and let his lips drag up down Jaejoong’s arm. With lips lying against his palm, Yunho asked him what was wrong.
“I’m okay,” Jaejoong said.
“You’ve been saying that for six days,” Yunho said, “and everyday you get a little worse, a little more jumpy, a little more frantic.”
“I’m fine,” Jaejoong insisted.
Yunho lifted his gaze and said, “Please talk to me, Jaejoong. I can’t promise to fix all your problems, but don’t keep them inside, please.”
Jaejoong bent down and kissed him briefly. “Eat your breakfast,” he whispered.
Yunho frowned as Jae turned from him. He trailed fingertips over Junsu’s arm before leaving the kitchen.
“I feel like ripping my hair out in frustration,” Yunho said as he started eating.
Junsu smiled. “Remember to remember the good things though, babe. He’s not ignoring us, he still sleeps with us. He’s not pulling away even if he’s being quiet. Changmin says he’s trying to come to terms with going home a slave, rather than a hero.”
Yunho nodded. “Yeah.”
“And he’s worried about Yoona.”
“Why?”
“Who’s the next person you’re going to have sex with, huh?”
Yunho opened his mouth and shut it. He’d forgotten about that little detail of a wife. “This is so fucked up. Some days I hate my heritage.” He pouted at his breakfast.
As soon as they were finished, Junsu led him down the hall. He hadn’t almost collapsed for a couple days, but Junsu and Jaejoong weren’t letting him alone yet. Junsu had his hand on the doorknob to their bedroom, but Yunho stopped his hand as soft snuffling came from the other side.
He met Junsu’s eyes. Junsu shrugged and opened the door. The snuffling immediately stopped, but before Jaejoong was able to do more than turn away from them, Junsu crawled on the bed and put his arms around Jaejoong’s shoulders. An anguished sobbed ripped through the room as Jae buried his face in Junsu’s stomach. Yunho carefully climbed on the other side and ran his hand up and down Jaejoong’s back.
“I can’t go back to Doushite,” Jaejoong muttered. “I just can’t.”
“I know it will be hard for you,” Yunho started.
Jaejoong glared at him, leaning further into Junsu. “Maybe you should let Junsu talk.”
Junsu chuckled, making Jaejoong smile. He turned his head and rubbed his nose against Junsu’s.
“Why don’t you want to go back?” Junsu asked.
Jaejoong sighed. “A lot of reasons, but …” He looked away, biting his lower lip. “I feel like I should have done more. Should have … I know it’s ridiculous, because I did what was honorable at the time, but I could have … I don’t know. Been smarter, realized sooner that the ShinKi would turn on us. Been faster, stronger, …” He sighed again. “Something. But now-everything is broken. Everything is gone. It’s no longer home.”
“Doesn’t that piss you off?” Junsu asked.
Jaejoong met his eyes.
Junsu touched his cheek. “When … before I was with Yoochun, before I lost all hope of Yunho being my owner again, I held on to this anger toward his father. I knew Yunho had nothing to do with me being sold. I knew that Yunho loved me. So I was very angry at his father, not at him, and I was praying and hoping to see him again. Don’t you think your people, those suffering on Doushite, are the same way? They don’t hate you, though I’m sure they think you’re dead. They are not angry at you, or at Changmin or Hangeng or the others here. They are mad at ShinKi.”
“And do you know how they’ll react when they see me playing slave to a ShinKi bastard?”
“You won’t be playing slave,” Yunho said.
Jaejoong glared at him.
“You’ll be playing body guard,” he continued. “You think I’m going to treat you differently once we arrive? You, Changmin and Junsu, and maybe a few others, are the only ones I trust at my back.”
“That’s barely better.”
Junsu turned Jaejoong’s face back to him. He smiled and after a short kiss, said, “And besides, Yunho is stubborn. Once he gets an idea in his head, it’s impossible to change his mind. He’s going to go with or without you. And we both know that you would never let him go without you.”
Jaejoong’s eyes shut and he nodded. “I know.”
Yunho dared a kiss to the side of his neck.“Saranghey, yeonin,” Yunho whispered.
Jaejoong smiled. “Saranghey, pabo.”
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Two days later, Yunho and Siwon applied for clearance to go on a honeymoon with their wives and in Siwon’s ship. Yoochun’s security force was set to guard the hanger while the crew was assembled with people Shindong knew and other members of the resistance. Kyuhyun told Rain about their plans, and Heechul and Angel drafted an announcement for the press.
Yunho spent the day on the phone, reassuring his father and government officials of his safety, refusing offers of more guards and reservations at a posh hotel on a resort planet. Yunho and Angel decided that SHINee was the best planet to aim for as it was only about a week’s extra time to detour to Doushite. They would change their flight plan in the middle of the trip so they didn’t alert his father or his uncle until it was necessary.
Jaejoong, Changmin and Junsu continued training in the fields. The two Doushitens taught Junsu hand-to-hand combat and how to fight with a long knife. Yunho was not allowed to go out with them, so he watched from his room or from the upper most sitting room. He thought of demanding to go down, but after the brief scare of his fever after being released from the hospital, he thought it would be better to listen to those around him and build up his strength.
For some things, anyway.
At about two in the afternoon, Yunho left his Doushiten homework (Changmin made lessons for him and Junsu to learn from) and went upstairs. The others had left to train only a half hour before, and Yunho decided this was a perfect time to talk to Yoona. He found her in her room, bent over a box. Yunho swallowed and decided she was incredibly sexy and he was incredibly lucky to have such a beautiful wife. He’d married her for her loyalty, but her beauty was definitely a perk.
Yoona wore a pair of shorts, a t-shirt tied in a knot at her lower back. Her long hair was up in a sloppy bun. Three suitcases lay open on the bed. One full off boots and shoes, the other had gowns and dresses that she and Jaejoong and Changmin had been ordering for the last few days.
“Are you done bankrupting me?” Yunho asked as he shut the door behind him.
Yoona smiled as he sat on the very edge of the bed. “Not yet. How much money do you have left?” She held up a sleeveless, pure white gown. Light caught silver thread on the seams and in a design around the bodice. The edge of the dress flowed into a short train. “I was thinking over ordering this eight hundred credit dress in four different colors.”
Yunho whistled. “Pretty.”
“Jaejoong picked it out,” she said with a smile. She added it to a suitcase. “You haven’t even started packing yet, have you?”
“No. Jaejoong is doing it. He won’t let me overexert myself.”
“And you’d do it wrong anyway, and Jaejoong would only have to redo it.”
Yunho laughed. “Yeah, that, too. Come here.”
“Hang on,” she said and disappeared into her closet. She emerged a moment later with two other gowns.
“Are you planning on going to a lot of parties?”
“Pack just in case. Do you like this one?” She held a bright blue dress against her. The skirt was short, hitting just at her knees. The neck was high, but there were no sleeves, and then she flipped it around to show that it was backless. “Changmin’s choice, but I’m not sure.”
“Does it fit?”
“Well, of course it fits, but how does it look with my skin?”
Yunho stared at her for a moment and said, “Um, beautiful?”
“You’re no help.”
“Yoona, you’re going to look gorgeous in anything you wear. God, you’re in nothing but shorts and a ratty t-shirt right now, and you look good.”
She smiled. “Now you’re just saying that.”
Yunho smiled back and shook his head. “Come here.”
She noted the change in his voice and bit her lower lip. “Yunho-“
“What?” he said. “Are you saying it’s never going to happen?”
“No, but …”
“Now is better than on Doushite. Don’t you think I’m going to have enough problems on Doushite?”
“And are you so confident in yourself that you can get me pregnant on the first try?”
Yunho shrugged. “Better to try now than guess for the optimal time when we may or may not be on a ship and-“
“You’re awful at this propositioning thing,” she said. She put the blue dress down and moved to the bed where he sat. Yunho spread his legs and put his hands on her hips. She still didn’t look convinced. He ran his hands down the sides of her thighs and then back, gripping her ass and pulling her close enough that he could lightly chew against her stomach, through the t-shirt. Her hands landed on his shoulders.
“I sort of feel like I’m betraying Jaejoong,” she whispered, “don’t you feel that way at all?”
Yunho sighed. He rested his head against her body and nodded. “Yes, of course, but at the same time, I don’t know what else to do. Junsu has been asking me when I’m going to have sex with you, and Jaejoong won’t be happy with it whether I do it now or later. It’s …”
Yoona tilted his head up and smiled. “I know. It’s not fair, right? It’s not fair that I have to have your children and not Changmin’s. It’s not fair that the bastard won’t let himself love me.” She cupped his cheeks and kissed him softly. “Whose life is better, Yunho? Ours, in this rich country with our every move and every purpose dictated by our rank? Or Jaejoong’s, his life and family destroyed and forced here against his will and his lover with another woman?”
HET SEX STARTS HERE
Yunho nodded. They could talk about it forever, but it wouldn’t change anything. He kissed her again, and this time she let herself be pulled down. Yunho leaned back on the bed. A suitcase fell to the floor with a thunk, shoes spilling out of it. Yunho’s hands pushed at the t-shirt, pulling until the knot came loose. Yoona stretched her arms over the bed, rolling her upper body down. Their lips disconnected long enough to take the shirt off.
It’d been a very long time since Yunho had sex with a woman. Everything was so different. Yoona’s skin was softer, her muscles leaner and undefined, and yet her body still shook the same way Jaejoong’s and Junsu’s shook. His fingers caught on the strap of her bra, curling, but unable to unhook it.
Yoona laughed at him and pushed up, sitting on his crotch. “Need some help with that?”
“Shut up,” he said. He moved his hands to the front of her and squeezed her breasts. “I never could get those damn things to cooperate.”
“This one’s tricky,” Yoona said. She gripped the front of it and the pink cloth parted.
Yunho made a face as she tossed the bra to the side. “How dare they! Men will never figure that out.”
Yoona smiled as Yunho reached for her bare breasts. She moaned, eyes slipping shut as he squeezed and then lightly pinched her nipples. Her hands clenched on his chest, balling up his shirt. Yunho sat up and tugged it over his head. She fell against him, lips finding his for an even more demanding kiss. With arms around her tightly, Yunho rolled them over. Another suitcase fell to the floor.
“I’m-“ She gasped as Yunho’s mouth closed around a patch of skin on her neck. “Repack.”
“You weren’t done anyway,” he said and trailed his mouth to the curve of her breast.
“God damn,” she whispered and then her body shook, and she moaned as Yunho cupped her breast and sucked on a nipple.
Yunho had a sudden thought and stopped, lifting his head. “Are you a virgin?”
Yoona panted, smiling as she shook her head. “N-no.”
“Good.” He went back to her skin, careful not to leave marks. His skin didn’t boil like it did with Jaejoong. He didn’t have a need to mark her and claim her and let the world know that she was his. He guessed that was good enough to mollify Jaejoong, if he had to. He kneeled between her spread legs, letting her fingers trace the top of her shorts. Her breath went in and out quickly, her chest rising and falling.
“Not that I’m trying to … I don’t know, declare love that isn’t there, but you are amazingly beautiful,” Yunho said.
“For a woman,” Yoona said with a smile. “Jaejoong is prettier than I am.”
Yunho chuckled. “You said it, not me.”
Between the two of them, they finished undressing. Yunho stayed kneeling, running his hands up and down Yoona’s thighs as he stared at her naked skin.
“Do I need to tell you how it works?” Yoona whispered, trailing her fingers to between her legs. Her fingers rubbed against her body.
Yunho grinned as he watched. “No, but I don’t mind watching for a moment.”
Yoona laughed, breathless. Her fingers moved faster as Yunho brought his hands to her inner thighs and fingertips closer and closer to touching. Light shined on the deep pink skin, tempting, and Yunho licked his lips. Yoona’s body shook as Yunho’s fingers finally touched her, slipping over her, around her. Her own fingers stayed on her clit, slowing as pleasure rushed through her, turning her skin red and speeding her breath. Yunho kissed the inside of her knee, and then lower, against her thigh. With a bit of pressure, he pushed a finger inside her, and she moaned, hips rising.
The feel of a woman was so different. Her body accommodated his finger, and then easily took a second. But her face contorted for a moment in discomfort, before she moaned again. His name, breathy and needy.
“Yu-yunho.”
Yunho kissed even lower until his tongue touched hotter skin, wetter, slicker. Her hand stalled, and he kept both fingers inside her. He licked her fingers, and with a sigh, she moved them, putting both hands on Yunho’s head. Yunho grinned and barely touched his tongue to her clit.
“Oh, fuck, Yunho.”
“Hmm?” he hummed, lips against her skin.
“You … You … fuck. Lick me, please.”
Yunho licked her lightly at first, teasing her with his fingers still inside her until her fingers were too tight in his hair and her demands were louder. He added pressure to her clit and slowly pumped his fingers. He felt her body tighten, and then relax, contract again and again. Her legs spread wider, her hips rolling up, trying to meet his tongue. He sucked her clit into his mouth, but still licking slowly, harshly. She moaned loud, body jerking, and then she cried out as her body clenched around his fingers. Panting and moaning, shivering. It was suddenly a lot easier to move his fingers.
Yunho kissed up her stomach to her heaving chest. He stopped long enough to suck on each breast, pulling a weak laugh from Yoona, and then continued up. He kissed her and Yoona moaned licking at his lips. Yunho shuddered as his hard cock slipped between her legs.
“Mm, god, Yunho.” She lifted her legs, and with only a minor adjustment, Yunho’s dick pushed into her. Her body held him tightly, still convulsing from her orgasm. Yunho eyes shut tightly. He moaned into Yoona’s mouth, rocking his hips slowly. But it wasn’t going to matter how slow he went. It’d been weeks since he last had sex, and her body was so wet, so warm.
Yoona rolled her hips up and then smiled before biting his lower lip. “Don’t hold back on my account,” she whispered. “I’m satisfied for now.”
Yunho grunted out a laugh, eyes shutting tightly as he did his best to last just a little longer. It felt too good to stop, though, and he didn’t quite last long enough not to be embarrassed. He came inside her with a deep groan, and a whole body shiver, that ended with a low moan.
Yoona laughed. “Well, at least you won’t embarrass yourself in front of your lovers now.”
Yunho kept his eyes shut as he continued to move, relishing in the aftershocks for a moment. If he had been with Jaejoong and Junsu he would have moved until he was hard again, but the purpose of the moment had been served. Reluctantly, Yunho pulled out, shuddering from the slide.
He kissed Yoona softly.
HET SEX ENDS HERE
“And if you’re lucky, I’ll be pregnant and you won’t have to touch me again.”
Yunho frowned down at her and kissed her sweaty forehead. “That makes you sound so undesirable.”
She smiled. “I know you don’t think that. If you had been another man of any rank whose only goal was to get me pregnant, you would have bent me over a chair and been done with me.”
“I would never-“
“I know.” She kissed him. “Now get up. Your boys will be done training soon, and you can go get the stink of me off your body.”
“Yoona-”
“Will you just stop?” she said with a laugh. “Fine. I won’t make anymore jokes.”
“You are really beautiful,” Yunho said.
“Pabo,” she replied, smiling at Yunho’s eye roll. “I am beautiful, but you don’t love me, so don’t spare my feelings. I know you enjoyed this, obviously you did.” She touched her finger to his sticky cock and then brought it up to her mouth. Yunho groaned as she sucked it into her mouth with a lickerish look. “I’ve known you for five years, Yunho. And if I had a problem with this or with your attitude, you know I’d tell you. I loved it. It felt amazing, but it’s done, now get up and let me keep packing.”
Yunho sighed and rolled off her, right onto the last suitcase. His back arched and he grunted. Yoona stood up, legs shaking, and Yunho smiled. Yes, at least she had enjoyed herself; another man would have just taken her. He was thankful again that this woman had agreed to marry him. He wasn’t sure what he’d do without her.
“Do I have any phone conferences set up for the afternoon?” he asked.
Yoona smiled over her shoulder as she slipped on sweatpants and then a tank top. “Not tonight. There are two tomorrow though. Including Sungmin, and he’s going to be pissed off that you’re leaving on a honeymoon right before his new line is launched.”
“Didn’t you tell him that we are only going to be gone a month?”
“Of course, I did, and that mollified him, but Yunho, we’re going to be gone longer than a month if your plan works. We’re going to be on Doushite for a long time.”
Yunho frowned. “Yeah. I know.”
Yoona tossed her panties at him; they landed right on his face. He laughed.
“Get out of here,” she said. “You need to rest. Jaejoong is going to kill me for letting you-“
Yunho waved her silent. “I’m alright.” He stood up and used the panties to wipe his cock off.
“Ew, you jerk.”
“Should I toss them back at you?”
“I’m going to start throwing shoes at you.”
“Okay, okay. I’m going.” Yunho slipped his jeans on. He stood up to button them, and then went to Yoona. He hugged her one armed. Her hands landed on his side. He kissed her forehead.
“Hey, Yoona, have you seen-Oops, sorry.”
They both turned to the door where Junsu was backing out of the room. Yunho called to him to wait. He smiled at Yoona and then turned to the door.
Junsu wasn’t looking at him, eyes on the floor. He scrunched up his nose. “You smell like a girl now.”
Yunho’s chuckle died in his throat as he caught Jaejoong’s eyes down the hall. Jaejoong’s face was a perfect blank mask. He turned around and Yunho heard his feet on the stairs.
“Damn it,” Yunho said. “I was hoping I could get cleaned up before you guys were done.”
“To hide it?” Junsu said, following him to the room.
“No, but I think Jaejoong would have reacted better had I not been half naked and smelling like pussy.”
Junsu nodded. “Yeah. But he knew you were going to have sex with her. I mean, you have to. You have to have an heir, and even ShinKi hasn’t figured out a way to do that without a female.”
Yunho laughed. He kissed Junsu’s cheek and Junsu pushed him away. “Don’t do that until I can’t smell her on you, please.”
“Not a fan, huh?”
“Definitely not.”
Yunho kissed him again anyway and went to take a shower.
Part 25: The Passage
Part 23: The Polarity
Part 22: The Poison | Part 21: The Paramour | Part 20: The Peace | Part 19: The Ploy | Part 18: The Plan | Part 17: The Proposal | Part 16: The Persuasion | Part 15: The Pleasure | Part 14: The Pretties | Part 13: The Persuit | Part 12: The Penance | Part 11: The Pabo | Part 10: The Persistence | Part 9: The Press | Part 8: The Puppet | Part 7: The Pressure | Part 6: The Politics | Part 5: The Party | Part 4: The Proposition | Part 3: The Problem | Part 2: The Prince | Part 1: The Purchase
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Rating: Mostly R, but some later chapters will be NC-17
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong/Junsu and implied Yoochun/Changmin
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I'd make them my slaves.
Summary: Yunho is the son of a powerful political family in a world of conquests and slavery. When Yoochun drags him to the slave traders, Yunho sees the most beautiful man and is determined to keep the beauty out of his sadistic friend's bedroom. It's a simple purchase, but as he learns more about Jaejoong and his world Doushite, Yunho finds himself looking for answers buried deep in the anti-political underworld.
Poster Credit goes to my darling tarta trshakespeare I ♥♥♥ You!
Part 24: The Pussy
A/N: I am very ... dubious about posting this chapter because this chapter contains Het!Sex between Yunho and Yoona. I know a lot of readers are not going to like it, and they're going to be mad because Yunho is with someone else besides Jaejoong. I just want you all to know that I'm posting it anyway, because it's part of the story. So please keep any and all "OMG HET IS GROSS" and "OMG WHY IS YUNHO FUCKING HER" comments to yourself. I'm not normally bitchy like this, but I will delete any comments that are derogatory or that piss me off.
And as to the chapter title ... hey, it starts with a P ... *giggles* ...
It took four days to get the soldiers away their home. And it took those four days for Yunho to get enough strength to walk on his own for more than half the day. He should have stayed in the hospital. His early release had circulated, but no one knew where he was. None of them left Siwon’s, and Siwon’s staff proved loyal and no rumors were spread about his location.
Jaejoong continued to be attentive, and yet, withdrawn.
Yunho noticed. Junsu noticed.
But Yunho did not want to pressure Jaejoong. He had a feeling Jaejoong pressured himself.
Day six, once again behind the borders of their estate, Yunho decided that Jaejoong was eating himself up over concerns he should not have to deal with himself. When Jaejoong put a plate of rice and eggs in front of him for breakfast, Yunho took his wrist. Only the three of them were in the kitchen. Yunho pressed a kiss to Jaejoong’s elbow and let his lips drag up down Jaejoong’s arm. With lips lying against his palm, Yunho asked him what was wrong.
“I’m okay,” Jaejoong said.
“You’ve been saying that for six days,” Yunho said, “and everyday you get a little worse, a little more jumpy, a little more frantic.”
“I’m fine,” Jaejoong insisted.
Yunho lifted his gaze and said, “Please talk to me, Jaejoong. I can’t promise to fix all your problems, but don’t keep them inside, please.”
Jaejoong bent down and kissed him briefly. “Eat your breakfast,” he whispered.
Yunho frowned as Jae turned from him. He trailed fingertips over Junsu’s arm before leaving the kitchen.
“I feel like ripping my hair out in frustration,” Yunho said as he started eating.
Junsu smiled. “Remember to remember the good things though, babe. He’s not ignoring us, he still sleeps with us. He’s not pulling away even if he’s being quiet. Changmin says he’s trying to come to terms with going home a slave, rather than a hero.”
Yunho nodded. “Yeah.”
“And he’s worried about Yoona.”
“Why?”
“Who’s the next person you’re going to have sex with, huh?”
Yunho opened his mouth and shut it. He’d forgotten about that little detail of a wife. “This is so fucked up. Some days I hate my heritage.” He pouted at his breakfast.
As soon as they were finished, Junsu led him down the hall. He hadn’t almost collapsed for a couple days, but Junsu and Jaejoong weren’t letting him alone yet. Junsu had his hand on the doorknob to their bedroom, but Yunho stopped his hand as soft snuffling came from the other side.
He met Junsu’s eyes. Junsu shrugged and opened the door. The snuffling immediately stopped, but before Jaejoong was able to do more than turn away from them, Junsu crawled on the bed and put his arms around Jaejoong’s shoulders. An anguished sobbed ripped through the room as Jae buried his face in Junsu’s stomach. Yunho carefully climbed on the other side and ran his hand up and down Jaejoong’s back.
“I can’t go back to Doushite,” Jaejoong muttered. “I just can’t.”
“I know it will be hard for you,” Yunho started.
Jaejoong glared at him, leaning further into Junsu. “Maybe you should let Junsu talk.”
Junsu chuckled, making Jaejoong smile. He turned his head and rubbed his nose against Junsu’s.
“Why don’t you want to go back?” Junsu asked.
Jaejoong sighed. “A lot of reasons, but …” He looked away, biting his lower lip. “I feel like I should have done more. Should have … I know it’s ridiculous, because I did what was honorable at the time, but I could have … I don’t know. Been smarter, realized sooner that the ShinKi would turn on us. Been faster, stronger, …” He sighed again. “Something. But now-everything is broken. Everything is gone. It’s no longer home.”
“Doesn’t that piss you off?” Junsu asked.
Jaejoong met his eyes.
Junsu touched his cheek. “When … before I was with Yoochun, before I lost all hope of Yunho being my owner again, I held on to this anger toward his father. I knew Yunho had nothing to do with me being sold. I knew that Yunho loved me. So I was very angry at his father, not at him, and I was praying and hoping to see him again. Don’t you think your people, those suffering on Doushite, are the same way? They don’t hate you, though I’m sure they think you’re dead. They are not angry at you, or at Changmin or Hangeng or the others here. They are mad at ShinKi.”
“And do you know how they’ll react when they see me playing slave to a ShinKi bastard?”
“You won’t be playing slave,” Yunho said.
Jaejoong glared at him.
“You’ll be playing body guard,” he continued. “You think I’m going to treat you differently once we arrive? You, Changmin and Junsu, and maybe a few others, are the only ones I trust at my back.”
“That’s barely better.”
Junsu turned Jaejoong’s face back to him. He smiled and after a short kiss, said, “And besides, Yunho is stubborn. Once he gets an idea in his head, it’s impossible to change his mind. He’s going to go with or without you. And we both know that you would never let him go without you.”
Jaejoong’s eyes shut and he nodded. “I know.”
Yunho dared a kiss to the side of his neck.“Saranghey, yeonin,” Yunho whispered.
Jaejoong smiled. “Saranghey, pabo.”
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Two days later, Yunho and Siwon applied for clearance to go on a honeymoon with their wives and in Siwon’s ship. Yoochun’s security force was set to guard the hanger while the crew was assembled with people Shindong knew and other members of the resistance. Kyuhyun told Rain about their plans, and Heechul and Angel drafted an announcement for the press.
Yunho spent the day on the phone, reassuring his father and government officials of his safety, refusing offers of more guards and reservations at a posh hotel on a resort planet. Yunho and Angel decided that SHINee was the best planet to aim for as it was only about a week’s extra time to detour to Doushite. They would change their flight plan in the middle of the trip so they didn’t alert his father or his uncle until it was necessary.
Jaejoong, Changmin and Junsu continued training in the fields. The two Doushitens taught Junsu hand-to-hand combat and how to fight with a long knife. Yunho was not allowed to go out with them, so he watched from his room or from the upper most sitting room. He thought of demanding to go down, but after the brief scare of his fever after being released from the hospital, he thought it would be better to listen to those around him and build up his strength.
For some things, anyway.
At about two in the afternoon, Yunho left his Doushiten homework (Changmin made lessons for him and Junsu to learn from) and went upstairs. The others had left to train only a half hour before, and Yunho decided this was a perfect time to talk to Yoona. He found her in her room, bent over a box. Yunho swallowed and decided she was incredibly sexy and he was incredibly lucky to have such a beautiful wife. He’d married her for her loyalty, but her beauty was definitely a perk.
Yoona wore a pair of shorts, a t-shirt tied in a knot at her lower back. Her long hair was up in a sloppy bun. Three suitcases lay open on the bed. One full off boots and shoes, the other had gowns and dresses that she and Jaejoong and Changmin had been ordering for the last few days.
“Are you done bankrupting me?” Yunho asked as he shut the door behind him.
Yoona smiled as he sat on the very edge of the bed. “Not yet. How much money do you have left?” She held up a sleeveless, pure white gown. Light caught silver thread on the seams and in a design around the bodice. The edge of the dress flowed into a short train. “I was thinking over ordering this eight hundred credit dress in four different colors.”
Yunho whistled. “Pretty.”
“Jaejoong picked it out,” she said with a smile. She added it to a suitcase. “You haven’t even started packing yet, have you?”
“No. Jaejoong is doing it. He won’t let me overexert myself.”
“And you’d do it wrong anyway, and Jaejoong would only have to redo it.”
Yunho laughed. “Yeah, that, too. Come here.”
“Hang on,” she said and disappeared into her closet. She emerged a moment later with two other gowns.
“Are you planning on going to a lot of parties?”
“Pack just in case. Do you like this one?” She held a bright blue dress against her. The skirt was short, hitting just at her knees. The neck was high, but there were no sleeves, and then she flipped it around to show that it was backless. “Changmin’s choice, but I’m not sure.”
“Does it fit?”
“Well, of course it fits, but how does it look with my skin?”
Yunho stared at her for a moment and said, “Um, beautiful?”
“You’re no help.”
“Yoona, you’re going to look gorgeous in anything you wear. God, you’re in nothing but shorts and a ratty t-shirt right now, and you look good.”
She smiled. “Now you’re just saying that.”
Yunho smiled back and shook his head. “Come here.”
She noted the change in his voice and bit her lower lip. “Yunho-“
“What?” he said. “Are you saying it’s never going to happen?”
“No, but …”
“Now is better than on Doushite. Don’t you think I’m going to have enough problems on Doushite?”
“And are you so confident in yourself that you can get me pregnant on the first try?”
Yunho shrugged. “Better to try now than guess for the optimal time when we may or may not be on a ship and-“
“You’re awful at this propositioning thing,” she said. She put the blue dress down and moved to the bed where he sat. Yunho spread his legs and put his hands on her hips. She still didn’t look convinced. He ran his hands down the sides of her thighs and then back, gripping her ass and pulling her close enough that he could lightly chew against her stomach, through the t-shirt. Her hands landed on his shoulders.
“I sort of feel like I’m betraying Jaejoong,” she whispered, “don’t you feel that way at all?”
Yunho sighed. He rested his head against her body and nodded. “Yes, of course, but at the same time, I don’t know what else to do. Junsu has been asking me when I’m going to have sex with you, and Jaejoong won’t be happy with it whether I do it now or later. It’s …”
Yoona tilted his head up and smiled. “I know. It’s not fair, right? It’s not fair that I have to have your children and not Changmin’s. It’s not fair that the bastard won’t let himself love me.” She cupped his cheeks and kissed him softly. “Whose life is better, Yunho? Ours, in this rich country with our every move and every purpose dictated by our rank? Or Jaejoong’s, his life and family destroyed and forced here against his will and his lover with another woman?”
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Yunho nodded. They could talk about it forever, but it wouldn’t change anything. He kissed her again, and this time she let herself be pulled down. Yunho leaned back on the bed. A suitcase fell to the floor with a thunk, shoes spilling out of it. Yunho’s hands pushed at the t-shirt, pulling until the knot came loose. Yoona stretched her arms over the bed, rolling her upper body down. Their lips disconnected long enough to take the shirt off.
It’d been a very long time since Yunho had sex with a woman. Everything was so different. Yoona’s skin was softer, her muscles leaner and undefined, and yet her body still shook the same way Jaejoong’s and Junsu’s shook. His fingers caught on the strap of her bra, curling, but unable to unhook it.
Yoona laughed at him and pushed up, sitting on his crotch. “Need some help with that?”
“Shut up,” he said. He moved his hands to the front of her and squeezed her breasts. “I never could get those damn things to cooperate.”
“This one’s tricky,” Yoona said. She gripped the front of it and the pink cloth parted.
Yunho made a face as she tossed the bra to the side. “How dare they! Men will never figure that out.”
Yoona smiled as Yunho reached for her bare breasts. She moaned, eyes slipping shut as he squeezed and then lightly pinched her nipples. Her hands clenched on his chest, balling up his shirt. Yunho sat up and tugged it over his head. She fell against him, lips finding his for an even more demanding kiss. With arms around her tightly, Yunho rolled them over. Another suitcase fell to the floor.
“I’m-“ She gasped as Yunho’s mouth closed around a patch of skin on her neck. “Repack.”
“You weren’t done anyway,” he said and trailed his mouth to the curve of her breast.
“God damn,” she whispered and then her body shook, and she moaned as Yunho cupped her breast and sucked on a nipple.
Yunho had a sudden thought and stopped, lifting his head. “Are you a virgin?”
Yoona panted, smiling as she shook her head. “N-no.”
“Good.” He went back to her skin, careful not to leave marks. His skin didn’t boil like it did with Jaejoong. He didn’t have a need to mark her and claim her and let the world know that she was his. He guessed that was good enough to mollify Jaejoong, if he had to. He kneeled between her spread legs, letting her fingers trace the top of her shorts. Her breath went in and out quickly, her chest rising and falling.
“Not that I’m trying to … I don’t know, declare love that isn’t there, but you are amazingly beautiful,” Yunho said.
“For a woman,” Yoona said with a smile. “Jaejoong is prettier than I am.”
Yunho chuckled. “You said it, not me.”
Between the two of them, they finished undressing. Yunho stayed kneeling, running his hands up and down Yoona’s thighs as he stared at her naked skin.
“Do I need to tell you how it works?” Yoona whispered, trailing her fingers to between her legs. Her fingers rubbed against her body.
Yunho grinned as he watched. “No, but I don’t mind watching for a moment.”
Yoona laughed, breathless. Her fingers moved faster as Yunho brought his hands to her inner thighs and fingertips closer and closer to touching. Light shined on the deep pink skin, tempting, and Yunho licked his lips. Yoona’s body shook as Yunho’s fingers finally touched her, slipping over her, around her. Her own fingers stayed on her clit, slowing as pleasure rushed through her, turning her skin red and speeding her breath. Yunho kissed the inside of her knee, and then lower, against her thigh. With a bit of pressure, he pushed a finger inside her, and she moaned, hips rising.
The feel of a woman was so different. Her body accommodated his finger, and then easily took a second. But her face contorted for a moment in discomfort, before she moaned again. His name, breathy and needy.
“Yu-yunho.”
Yunho kissed even lower until his tongue touched hotter skin, wetter, slicker. Her hand stalled, and he kept both fingers inside her. He licked her fingers, and with a sigh, she moved them, putting both hands on Yunho’s head. Yunho grinned and barely touched his tongue to her clit.
“Oh, fuck, Yunho.”
“Hmm?” he hummed, lips against her skin.
“You … You … fuck. Lick me, please.”
Yunho licked her lightly at first, teasing her with his fingers still inside her until her fingers were too tight in his hair and her demands were louder. He added pressure to her clit and slowly pumped his fingers. He felt her body tighten, and then relax, contract again and again. Her legs spread wider, her hips rolling up, trying to meet his tongue. He sucked her clit into his mouth, but still licking slowly, harshly. She moaned loud, body jerking, and then she cried out as her body clenched around his fingers. Panting and moaning, shivering. It was suddenly a lot easier to move his fingers.
Yunho kissed up her stomach to her heaving chest. He stopped long enough to suck on each breast, pulling a weak laugh from Yoona, and then continued up. He kissed her and Yoona moaned licking at his lips. Yunho shuddered as his hard cock slipped between her legs.
“Mm, god, Yunho.” She lifted her legs, and with only a minor adjustment, Yunho’s dick pushed into her. Her body held him tightly, still convulsing from her orgasm. Yunho eyes shut tightly. He moaned into Yoona’s mouth, rocking his hips slowly. But it wasn’t going to matter how slow he went. It’d been weeks since he last had sex, and her body was so wet, so warm.
Yoona rolled her hips up and then smiled before biting his lower lip. “Don’t hold back on my account,” she whispered. “I’m satisfied for now.”
Yunho grunted out a laugh, eyes shutting tightly as he did his best to last just a little longer. It felt too good to stop, though, and he didn’t quite last long enough not to be embarrassed. He came inside her with a deep groan, and a whole body shiver, that ended with a low moan.
Yoona laughed. “Well, at least you won’t embarrass yourself in front of your lovers now.”
Yunho kept his eyes shut as he continued to move, relishing in the aftershocks for a moment. If he had been with Jaejoong and Junsu he would have moved until he was hard again, but the purpose of the moment had been served. Reluctantly, Yunho pulled out, shuddering from the slide.
He kissed Yoona softly.
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“And if you’re lucky, I’ll be pregnant and you won’t have to touch me again.”
Yunho frowned down at her and kissed her sweaty forehead. “That makes you sound so undesirable.”
She smiled. “I know you don’t think that. If you had been another man of any rank whose only goal was to get me pregnant, you would have bent me over a chair and been done with me.”
“I would never-“
“I know.” She kissed him. “Now get up. Your boys will be done training soon, and you can go get the stink of me off your body.”
“Yoona-”
“Will you just stop?” she said with a laugh. “Fine. I won’t make anymore jokes.”
“You are really beautiful,” Yunho said.
“Pabo,” she replied, smiling at Yunho’s eye roll. “I am beautiful, but you don’t love me, so don’t spare my feelings. I know you enjoyed this, obviously you did.” She touched her finger to his sticky cock and then brought it up to her mouth. Yunho groaned as she sucked it into her mouth with a lickerish look. “I’ve known you for five years, Yunho. And if I had a problem with this or with your attitude, you know I’d tell you. I loved it. It felt amazing, but it’s done, now get up and let me keep packing.”
Yunho sighed and rolled off her, right onto the last suitcase. His back arched and he grunted. Yoona stood up, legs shaking, and Yunho smiled. Yes, at least she had enjoyed herself; another man would have just taken her. He was thankful again that this woman had agreed to marry him. He wasn’t sure what he’d do without her.
“Do I have any phone conferences set up for the afternoon?” he asked.
Yoona smiled over her shoulder as she slipped on sweatpants and then a tank top. “Not tonight. There are two tomorrow though. Including Sungmin, and he’s going to be pissed off that you’re leaving on a honeymoon right before his new line is launched.”
“Didn’t you tell him that we are only going to be gone a month?”
“Of course, I did, and that mollified him, but Yunho, we’re going to be gone longer than a month if your plan works. We’re going to be on Doushite for a long time.”
Yunho frowned. “Yeah. I know.”
Yoona tossed her panties at him; they landed right on his face. He laughed.
“Get out of here,” she said. “You need to rest. Jaejoong is going to kill me for letting you-“
Yunho waved her silent. “I’m alright.” He stood up and used the panties to wipe his cock off.
“Ew, you jerk.”
“Should I toss them back at you?”
“I’m going to start throwing shoes at you.”
“Okay, okay. I’m going.” Yunho slipped his jeans on. He stood up to button them, and then went to Yoona. He hugged her one armed. Her hands landed on his side. He kissed her forehead.
“Hey, Yoona, have you seen-Oops, sorry.”
They both turned to the door where Junsu was backing out of the room. Yunho called to him to wait. He smiled at Yoona and then turned to the door.
Junsu wasn’t looking at him, eyes on the floor. He scrunched up his nose. “You smell like a girl now.”
Yunho’s chuckle died in his throat as he caught Jaejoong’s eyes down the hall. Jaejoong’s face was a perfect blank mask. He turned around and Yunho heard his feet on the stairs.
“Damn it,” Yunho said. “I was hoping I could get cleaned up before you guys were done.”
“To hide it?” Junsu said, following him to the room.
“No, but I think Jaejoong would have reacted better had I not been half naked and smelling like pussy.”
Junsu nodded. “Yeah. But he knew you were going to have sex with her. I mean, you have to. You have to have an heir, and even ShinKi hasn’t figured out a way to do that without a female.”
Yunho laughed. He kissed Junsu’s cheek and Junsu pushed him away. “Don’t do that until I can’t smell her on you, please.”
“Not a fan, huh?”
“Definitely not.”
Yunho kissed him again anyway and went to take a shower.
Part 25: The Passage
Part 23: The Polarity
Part 22: The Poison | Part 21: The Paramour | Part 20: The Peace | Part 19: The Ploy | Part 18: The Plan | Part 17: The Proposal | Part 16: The Persuasion | Part 15: The Pleasure | Part 14: The Pretties | Part 13: The Persuit | Part 12: The Penance | Part 11: The Pabo | Part 10: The Persistence | Part 9: The Press | Part 8: The Puppet | Part 7: The Pressure | Part 6: The Politics | Part 5: The Party | Part 4: The Proposition | Part 3: The Problem | Part 2: The Prince | Part 1: The Purchase
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