Always Hope 6/8
Title: Always Hope 6/8
Pairing: Jaejoong/Junho/Junsu, Junho/Junsu, Jaejoong/Junho, Jaejoong/Junsu, Jaejoong/Changmin
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I wish I could take control of them like these fics take control of me.
Summary: Junho has been Jaejoong's personal slave for a very long time. Even though the NeFaerie motto is "As long as are you still alive, there is always hope," Junho has lost hope of ever doing anything else. And then his brother is captured. But once they're reunited, things don't quite go as Junho thought they would.
A/N: This fic is for hichanchen's birthday! I'm sorry it is late, and I hope you enjoy it!
Part 6:
Weeks passed.
They fucked, they sucked, they orgasmed. Sometimes with Jaejoong there. Sometimes not. Junho loved it. He loved being with his brother again. Their relationship was the same as it always had been, even with the added perk of sex. They laughed and teased each other. Jaejoong let them play games, so Junho taught him how to play chess and various games with the deck of cards. The winner always was rewarded with something sexual.
Before, every day had melded into the other. Now, Junho kept track of them. How many days had he been with his brother? How many days until they were separated again? He tried not to voice that one, but sometimes Junsu picked up on his mental thoughts.
They only talked of forbidden things in their mind. Junho told Junsu that he could not escape through the duct work because Jaejoong had put a transmitter under his skin. Junsu probably had one too, but Junho would not let him risk it. If he was caught trying to escape, Jaejoong would hurt him, and Jaejoong had stopped hurting them. Outside of sex anyway.
It was still odd to see this sadistic bastard smile at him and have the smile be mostly genuine. He didn’t think for a moment that Jaejoong’s guard was down, because as soon as either of them tried anything, Jaejoong would retaliate. And sometimes, when Junsu was a little too cheeky or defiant, Jaejoong punched him or slapped him or whipped him.
Junho learned to be happy with what he had. Be happy with his brother.
But he still felt guilty. And he knew that Junsu did too. They didn’t talk about it. Not even mentally. Their people suffered when they both bedded and took pleasure from the man who was the cause of that suffering. They knew killing Jaejoong would not help them. Changmin would just take over. It would not end things.
They both hoped their friends and family were still fighting. Still able to fight.
Junho felt like everything had fallen into a routine with the knowledge that this was their life. He thought Junsu had, too.
But one morning, there was a look in his eyes, one that even Jaejoong noticed.
“Why so excited today, my pet?” he asked, touching Junsu’s cheek.
Junsu smiled widely and kissed his fingertips. “Master promised to whip me today.”
Junho shivered. He had no idea how his brother took pleasure from that.
Jaejoong laughed. “So I did. But don’t you want to finish breakfast first?”
Junsu pouted and said, “Not really, master. I’m too excited.”
“Eat,” Jaejoong said and smiled over at Junho. “Do you want to be whipped today, Ho-pet?”
“Not really, master.”
“Can Ho-pet whip me too, master?” Junsu asked.
Jaejoong nodded. “Of course.”
Junho glared at his brother. He hated whipping Junsu, but Junsu grinned at him, winked and then went back to eating. He had no idea what that wink meant.
What is with you today?
Nothing.
You can’t lie to me.
I can, but you just won’t believe me.
Junho stabbed his potatoes.
When they were through eating, Jaejoong led them to the bed. Junsu practically bounced over in eagerness.
Jaejoong laid them on the bed, but he curled up with Junho. Junsu protested.
“You shut up or I’m going to hold you close and make love to you instead of tie you up and whip you until you can’t come anymore”
Junsu bit his lower lip, smiling widely.
Jaejoong kissed him, and Junho’s head went light. He’d never say this out loud but Jaejoong learned something from Junsu being here too. He learned to tease with pleasure. Learned to use their sensitivity against them until they were begging. Junsu didn’t care. Junsu loved it.
Junho was starting to love it, too.
Jaejoong’s lips pressed against his softly, mouth opening after a moment. He sucked Junho’s lower lip, and then nibbled on it lightly. His hand ran up and down Junho’s chest, fingers teasing his nipples. His entire body relaxed with a sigh.
When Jaejoong pulled away, he pouted, lashes lowered.
Jaejoong smiled at him. “Su-pet, go get the lotion.”
The bed shifted, and then Jaejoong kissed him again. Junho almost forgot where he was when Jaejoong kissed him. It scared him sometimes because he had to force himself to remember what this man had done to him before.
“Roll on your stomach, Ho-pet,” Jaejoong whispered against his lips.
Junho lifted his arms above his head and easily rolled over.
“I love pampering you two,” Jaejoong said, “but this morning I have a meeting to attend, so make yourselves pretty. You are going to massage lotion into each other’s skin, because I want your skin as soft as possible before I make you bleed. I will be back in one hour.”
Jaejoong kissed between Junho’s shoulders and then moved off the bed. Junho’s eyes shut as warm lotion dripped onto his back. The door opened and shut.
Junsu’s normally steady hands shook as he rubbed Junho’s back.
Su?
Junsu resolutely said nothing to him.
Junho sighed and relaxed and enjoyed his brother’s touch. After a few long moments, Junho tried again. I love you, Su-ah. I … I know … I know that you’re … I don’t know, Su. Sometimes I don’t know … He sighed. Without Junsu acknowledging him, it was hard to talk.
And when Junsu stopped massaging him, it was hard to change places. He was so relaxed, too relaxed as Junsu had paid close attention to his wings and lower back. His cock was erect, but it was such a usual thing, that he paid it no mind, not even when Junsu stroked him and pressed a kiss to his lips.
Junho smiled and told him to lay down. He only had a few minutes to massage Junsu before Jaejoong returned. He admonished his brother for that, but Junsu smirked and said nothing.
That gleam in his eyes had not faded.
He rubbed his brother’s shoulders and back slowly. He hoped Junsu didn’t do anything stupid today. There were days when he suddenly would remember he was a slave. Or maybe he never forgot like Junho did. But some days he sort of lost it and was punished.
Hey, bro, Junsu said.
Junho showed he was listening.
I love you. Don’t ever forget that. No matter what happens today. Don’t ever forget that I love you..
Junsu, what--
The door slid open, and Junho immediately moved so Junsu could kneel on the bed next to him. Junho kept his head lowered, trying to hide his worry.
“My beautiful pets,” Jaejoong said as he kneeled on the bed. His hands caressed their faces. Junho flinched, earning him a light slap, but Junsu purred and rubbed against Jaejoong’s hand. “Any particular restraint you’d like today, Su-pet?”
Junsu smiled. “No, my master. I love them all.”
Jaejoong chuckled. “I will go pick my favorite then. Lay down and wait.” He pressed a kiss to Junsu’s lips and then left the bed. Junsu shot Junho another excited look that had nothing to do with sex. The tendril of panic grew and coiled through him.
Su-ah, he warned.
Junsu told him to shut up and he smiled even more widely as Jaejoong returned to the bed. He tossed the frayed crop on the bed and then stood at the edge, holding up the option. Wrist and ankle cuffs, and leather straps to hold him to the bed. Spread eagle. The way Junsu loved it most. One day, Junsu had come four times just from Jaejoong whipping him like that.
His eyes gleamed and he sat up eagerly, holding his wrists out for the leather cuffs.
“You’re so eager, Su-pet,” Jaejoong said as he hooked the cuffs to Junsu’s wrists. He clipped the leather straps to them. Junsu held up his foot, and Jaejoong moved back, trailing a strap down Junsu’s leg.
Jaejoong leaned down and put the cuff on one ankle.
Junho saw the opportunity just before Junsu’s other leg shot up, foot contacting with Jaejoong’s face. His head whipped around, and before Jaejoong could react, Junsu jumped up, put Jaejoong’s head in a headlock and squeezed.
“Jun-s-”
“Shut up, Ho-pet,” he said with a sneer. “I’m not going to kill him, but he is going to be unconscious for a little while.”
Junsu dropped his inert body.
And Junho felt the same: stunned, immobile as Junsu took off the restraints.
“Lay down.”
“What … Su?”
“Just lay down, you chickenshit pansy. God, how hard was that, huh? Why couldn’t you do that before? You know what, never mind. Shouldn’t have expected that much from you, huh? Did you just give yourself up when you were captured or did you try to fight back?”
Junho was too stunned by the hate dripping from his brother’s voice to protest as Junsu forced him to the bed and restrained him.
“If I’m lucky, I’ll be back before he wakes up, if I’m not, well, then ... at least I died trying.”
Junho shut his eyes. He heard his brother cross the room, and then a metal panel slid open. His brother grunted and Junho was alone. Or almost alone. Jaejoong’s heavy breathing echoed in the room, and Junho prayed that Junsu would hurry.
No matter what his brother said to him, he hoped he wasn’t found out.
But there were cameras everywhere. Junho’s eyes flew open, searching for the little red lights he knew were around, but he didn’t see them. Maybe … maybe Jaejoong forgot to turn them on. Junho tried to remember the last time he saw the red lights and couldn’t.
He shut his eyes again and tried not to panic.
---
Junsu shimmied through the ducts as fast as he could. Parts of the metal were ice cold, others really hot. His hands felt like they were burning. His legs spasmed. But he knew where he needed to go. Or at least he hoped he knew where he needed to go.
Jaejoong talked a lot, and Junsu knew how to listen. There was only one place on the ship that was abandoned right now. Just one.
Over the last few months, he’d stolen glimpses over Jaejoong’s shoulder of the ship blueprints, remembering it, recalling it at night, memorizing it. Jaejoong controlled everything on his ship. Yes, he delegated it all, but he knew every nook and cranny better than anyone else. So when something needed to be fixed, he always checked the data first.
He tried not to think of his brother. He hadn’t meant anything he said. But just in case there was a backup camera, not connected to the rest, he didn’t want them thinking Junho had anything to do with it. Or if Jaejoong woke up before he could get back. He should have snapped the man’s neck.
He wanted the last moment with his brother to be one of love and support, kisses and touches, but that was selfish of him. If this worked or if Junsu was captured, his brother would not be killed, and that was all that mattered.
Part of the duct work branched up and Junsu followed it. He moved as quickly and quietly as he could. Steam billowed around him, burning his eyes, filling his lungs. He lurched forward trying not to cough.
He hoped he was almost there. He’d thought through the timing in his head.
God, he wasn’t going to make it. You’re still alive, and as long as you are alive, there is hope.
The thing he hoped for most was to apologize to his brother. He wanted to now, but he also couldn’t afford to have his brother’s behavior change so quickly. If there was a backup camera, and Junho went from crying and tense in the restraints to relaxed and calm, then Jaejoong might think Junho had been in on this. But Junsu also couldn’t afford to think of what would happen if there was a backup camera or a recording device. He would definitely die.
But that part of his tirade to his brother had been true. At least, he’d die trying. He didn’t blame Junho for giving up. Fighting, resisting, leading - that wasn’t who Junho was. Between the two, Junho had always been the giver. Junsu was always the fighter. His brother would compromise with the other boys in their village and Junsu would demand for what he wanted. Every time Junsu brought up an idea to escape, Junho would say it was too dangerous and talk him out of it.
And again he was thinking of his brother. And crying. He let the tears flow to try to clean the dust out of his eyes.
Suddenly, everything looked familiar. Junsu stopped, crawled quietly and then popped out the bottom of the duct he was in. It swung down, and he tensed waiting for it to crash, but it didn’t, staying latched on hinges. He looked down into the empty simulation room. Jaejoong’s personal simulation room. Only Jaejoong and Changmin had the access code to it. And Jaejoong was unconscious, so Changmin was on the bridge.
Junsu fell through the hole, spreading his wings and floating to the computer console. He kept his feet off the floor, just in case there were sensors or alarms. His wings ached. It’d been too long since he last used them for flight.
He typed in Jaejoong’s code and then flew through the programs, eyes searching for the messaging one. He found it quickly. With no idea of how much time had passed, Junsu typed in a fast message. He told of the first invasion. Of the continuing fight against the Chiksos. Told of how the NeFaerie been captured and raped and taken as sex slaves. He mentioned the blockade and the barren fields. He sent it with the highest priority he could to the closest Federation military base.
Then he covered his tracks. Erasing the message from the data base, from the log, from the search options. From everything he knew how to access. He shut the computer down, not daring to wait to see if the message was intercepted or even noticed. He flew back up to the ceiling, pulled up the metal panel and then crawled back through the duct work. His heart raced and his breathing sped up. There were too many factors. He knew that, but still he begged it to not be too late.
---
Junho cried. He cried until he couldn’t breathe, until his gasps echoed through the room. He cried for his people because his brother was right. He’d done nothing to help them. Just sat in this posh spaceship and enjoyed pleasures that only mated pairs were allowed. And with his brother. A further disgrace on the morals of his people.
He cried for his brother. His brother who would get caught trying to escape and how was he going to escape anyway? There was no where to go. No where to hide. Did Junsu have a transmitter in him like Junho did?
And Junho had tried! He had! He had tried to escape. He’d tried to hurt Jaejoong, but he’d always been so weak.
His brother was right about that, too.
He wanted to bury his face in a pillow and never look at the world again.
Time dragged, and he had no idea how long he lay there.
Movement across the room caught his attention and he whimpered, waiting for the cry from Jaejoong. But then a cautious touch on his mind forced his eyes open. Junsu wasn’t looking at him. He moved around the room, not touching anything, but still checking screens and the cameras that weren’t working.
He still said nothing, just kept that touch between them alive
Junho grabbed onto it as Junsu crawled onto the bed.
Please don’t hate me, he whispered as he released his bindings.
I never could, Junho replied, confused. This was not the same man who’d left the room.
Junsu put the restraints back on his arms as he had them, and then looked around again. Hope, Junho. Always hope. He turned and smirked at him. And acting. That helps.
Bro, what …
I sent the Federation a message, but right now, I have to worry about convincing this asshole that I didn’t mean to kick him.
Or make him pass out.
I’m hoping he doesn’t remember that.
And if he does?
Junsu did not reply. God, I want to kill him. Should I kill him?
No. Then Changmin will kill you. You sent a message to the Federation?
Yeah. I … I’m sorry I was rude to you. Jaejoong forgot to reset the camera program. I knew I had to do something before he remembered. But if there was a camera still on, and Jaejoong woke up before I got back, then I didn’t want them to think you had anything to do with it. I’m sorry. Forgive me?
Of course, but what about now? What if there’s still a camera on?
Junsu met his eyes. I know that you’d rather die with me.
Junho’s throat closed against a sob. He pulled Junsu against him and kissed him deeply. In life and in death.
Junsu smiled against his lips, and together they finished the vow of mated pairs: Honor and love, happiness and joy, this I give to you. Forever. In life and in death.
Junho broke away first, gasping as the love for his brother constricted his heart, tightened in his chest, and his breath threatened to stop.
Junsu kissed his cheek. Focus now, love.
Junho nodded.
Junsu smiled. He jumped off the bed and went to the kitchenette. He wet a towel with water, and then walked back to the bed and kneeled next to Jaejoong. He wiped Jaejoong’s cheek and neck. When he starts to wake up, act it up. Come and hold him.
I don’t understand. Junho fell to the ground and held Jaejoong, rearranging his body so his head settled in his lap.
If he wakes up, he needs to remember us coddling him, the devoted slaves. If we’re not, he won’t believe that I didn’t mean to kick him.
You’re kind of a genius, love.
I know.
Part 7: Whipped
Part 5: Fucked
Part 4: Cleaned
Part 3: Pleasured
Part 2: Tortured
Part 1: Captured
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Pairing: Jaejoong/Junho/Junsu, Junho/Junsu, Jaejoong/Junho, Jaejoong/Junsu, Jaejoong/Changmin
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I wish I could take control of them like these fics take control of me.
Summary: Junho has been Jaejoong's personal slave for a very long time. Even though the NeFaerie motto is "As long as are you still alive, there is always hope," Junho has lost hope of ever doing anything else. And then his brother is captured. But once they're reunited, things don't quite go as Junho thought they would.
A/N: This fic is for hichanchen's birthday! I'm sorry it is late, and I hope you enjoy it!
Part 6:
Weeks passed.
They fucked, they sucked, they orgasmed. Sometimes with Jaejoong there. Sometimes not. Junho loved it. He loved being with his brother again. Their relationship was the same as it always had been, even with the added perk of sex. They laughed and teased each other. Jaejoong let them play games, so Junho taught him how to play chess and various games with the deck of cards. The winner always was rewarded with something sexual.
Before, every day had melded into the other. Now, Junho kept track of them. How many days had he been with his brother? How many days until they were separated again? He tried not to voice that one, but sometimes Junsu picked up on his mental thoughts.
They only talked of forbidden things in their mind. Junho told Junsu that he could not escape through the duct work because Jaejoong had put a transmitter under his skin. Junsu probably had one too, but Junho would not let him risk it. If he was caught trying to escape, Jaejoong would hurt him, and Jaejoong had stopped hurting them. Outside of sex anyway.
It was still odd to see this sadistic bastard smile at him and have the smile be mostly genuine. He didn’t think for a moment that Jaejoong’s guard was down, because as soon as either of them tried anything, Jaejoong would retaliate. And sometimes, when Junsu was a little too cheeky or defiant, Jaejoong punched him or slapped him or whipped him.
Junho learned to be happy with what he had. Be happy with his brother.
But he still felt guilty. And he knew that Junsu did too. They didn’t talk about it. Not even mentally. Their people suffered when they both bedded and took pleasure from the man who was the cause of that suffering. They knew killing Jaejoong would not help them. Changmin would just take over. It would not end things.
They both hoped their friends and family were still fighting. Still able to fight.
Junho felt like everything had fallen into a routine with the knowledge that this was their life. He thought Junsu had, too.
But one morning, there was a look in his eyes, one that even Jaejoong noticed.
“Why so excited today, my pet?” he asked, touching Junsu’s cheek.
Junsu smiled widely and kissed his fingertips. “Master promised to whip me today.”
Junho shivered. He had no idea how his brother took pleasure from that.
Jaejoong laughed. “So I did. But don’t you want to finish breakfast first?”
Junsu pouted and said, “Not really, master. I’m too excited.”
“Eat,” Jaejoong said and smiled over at Junho. “Do you want to be whipped today, Ho-pet?”
“Not really, master.”
“Can Ho-pet whip me too, master?” Junsu asked.
Jaejoong nodded. “Of course.”
Junho glared at his brother. He hated whipping Junsu, but Junsu grinned at him, winked and then went back to eating. He had no idea what that wink meant.
What is with you today?
Nothing.
You can’t lie to me.
I can, but you just won’t believe me.
Junho stabbed his potatoes.
When they were through eating, Jaejoong led them to the bed. Junsu practically bounced over in eagerness.
Jaejoong laid them on the bed, but he curled up with Junho. Junsu protested.
“You shut up or I’m going to hold you close and make love to you instead of tie you up and whip you until you can’t come anymore”
Junsu bit his lower lip, smiling widely.
Jaejoong kissed him, and Junho’s head went light. He’d never say this out loud but Jaejoong learned something from Junsu being here too. He learned to tease with pleasure. Learned to use their sensitivity against them until they were begging. Junsu didn’t care. Junsu loved it.
Junho was starting to love it, too.
Jaejoong’s lips pressed against his softly, mouth opening after a moment. He sucked Junho’s lower lip, and then nibbled on it lightly. His hand ran up and down Junho’s chest, fingers teasing his nipples. His entire body relaxed with a sigh.
When Jaejoong pulled away, he pouted, lashes lowered.
Jaejoong smiled at him. “Su-pet, go get the lotion.”
The bed shifted, and then Jaejoong kissed him again. Junho almost forgot where he was when Jaejoong kissed him. It scared him sometimes because he had to force himself to remember what this man had done to him before.
“Roll on your stomach, Ho-pet,” Jaejoong whispered against his lips.
Junho lifted his arms above his head and easily rolled over.
“I love pampering you two,” Jaejoong said, “but this morning I have a meeting to attend, so make yourselves pretty. You are going to massage lotion into each other’s skin, because I want your skin as soft as possible before I make you bleed. I will be back in one hour.”
Jaejoong kissed between Junho’s shoulders and then moved off the bed. Junho’s eyes shut as warm lotion dripped onto his back. The door opened and shut.
Junsu’s normally steady hands shook as he rubbed Junho’s back.
Su?
Junsu resolutely said nothing to him.
Junho sighed and relaxed and enjoyed his brother’s touch. After a few long moments, Junho tried again. I love you, Su-ah. I … I know … I know that you’re … I don’t know, Su. Sometimes I don’t know … He sighed. Without Junsu acknowledging him, it was hard to talk.
And when Junsu stopped massaging him, it was hard to change places. He was so relaxed, too relaxed as Junsu had paid close attention to his wings and lower back. His cock was erect, but it was such a usual thing, that he paid it no mind, not even when Junsu stroked him and pressed a kiss to his lips.
Junho smiled and told him to lay down. He only had a few minutes to massage Junsu before Jaejoong returned. He admonished his brother for that, but Junsu smirked and said nothing.
That gleam in his eyes had not faded.
He rubbed his brother’s shoulders and back slowly. He hoped Junsu didn’t do anything stupid today. There were days when he suddenly would remember he was a slave. Or maybe he never forgot like Junho did. But some days he sort of lost it and was punished.
Hey, bro, Junsu said.
Junho showed he was listening.
I love you. Don’t ever forget that. No matter what happens today. Don’t ever forget that I love you..
Junsu, what--
The door slid open, and Junho immediately moved so Junsu could kneel on the bed next to him. Junho kept his head lowered, trying to hide his worry.
“My beautiful pets,” Jaejoong said as he kneeled on the bed. His hands caressed their faces. Junho flinched, earning him a light slap, but Junsu purred and rubbed against Jaejoong’s hand. “Any particular restraint you’d like today, Su-pet?”
Junsu smiled. “No, my master. I love them all.”
Jaejoong chuckled. “I will go pick my favorite then. Lay down and wait.” He pressed a kiss to Junsu’s lips and then left the bed. Junsu shot Junho another excited look that had nothing to do with sex. The tendril of panic grew and coiled through him.
Su-ah, he warned.
Junsu told him to shut up and he smiled even more widely as Jaejoong returned to the bed. He tossed the frayed crop on the bed and then stood at the edge, holding up the option. Wrist and ankle cuffs, and leather straps to hold him to the bed. Spread eagle. The way Junsu loved it most. One day, Junsu had come four times just from Jaejoong whipping him like that.
His eyes gleamed and he sat up eagerly, holding his wrists out for the leather cuffs.
“You’re so eager, Su-pet,” Jaejoong said as he hooked the cuffs to Junsu’s wrists. He clipped the leather straps to them. Junsu held up his foot, and Jaejoong moved back, trailing a strap down Junsu’s leg.
Jaejoong leaned down and put the cuff on one ankle.
Junho saw the opportunity just before Junsu’s other leg shot up, foot contacting with Jaejoong’s face. His head whipped around, and before Jaejoong could react, Junsu jumped up, put Jaejoong’s head in a headlock and squeezed.
“Jun-s-”
“Shut up, Ho-pet,” he said with a sneer. “I’m not going to kill him, but he is going to be unconscious for a little while.”
Junsu dropped his inert body.
And Junho felt the same: stunned, immobile as Junsu took off the restraints.
“Lay down.”
“What … Su?”
“Just lay down, you chickenshit pansy. God, how hard was that, huh? Why couldn’t you do that before? You know what, never mind. Shouldn’t have expected that much from you, huh? Did you just give yourself up when you were captured or did you try to fight back?”
Junho was too stunned by the hate dripping from his brother’s voice to protest as Junsu forced him to the bed and restrained him.
“If I’m lucky, I’ll be back before he wakes up, if I’m not, well, then ... at least I died trying.”
Junho shut his eyes. He heard his brother cross the room, and then a metal panel slid open. His brother grunted and Junho was alone. Or almost alone. Jaejoong’s heavy breathing echoed in the room, and Junho prayed that Junsu would hurry.
No matter what his brother said to him, he hoped he wasn’t found out.
But there were cameras everywhere. Junho’s eyes flew open, searching for the little red lights he knew were around, but he didn’t see them. Maybe … maybe Jaejoong forgot to turn them on. Junho tried to remember the last time he saw the red lights and couldn’t.
He shut his eyes again and tried not to panic.
---
Junsu shimmied through the ducts as fast as he could. Parts of the metal were ice cold, others really hot. His hands felt like they were burning. His legs spasmed. But he knew where he needed to go. Or at least he hoped he knew where he needed to go.
Jaejoong talked a lot, and Junsu knew how to listen. There was only one place on the ship that was abandoned right now. Just one.
Over the last few months, he’d stolen glimpses over Jaejoong’s shoulder of the ship blueprints, remembering it, recalling it at night, memorizing it. Jaejoong controlled everything on his ship. Yes, he delegated it all, but he knew every nook and cranny better than anyone else. So when something needed to be fixed, he always checked the data first.
He tried not to think of his brother. He hadn’t meant anything he said. But just in case there was a backup camera, not connected to the rest, he didn’t want them thinking Junho had anything to do with it. Or if Jaejoong woke up before he could get back. He should have snapped the man’s neck.
He wanted the last moment with his brother to be one of love and support, kisses and touches, but that was selfish of him. If this worked or if Junsu was captured, his brother would not be killed, and that was all that mattered.
Part of the duct work branched up and Junsu followed it. He moved as quickly and quietly as he could. Steam billowed around him, burning his eyes, filling his lungs. He lurched forward trying not to cough.
He hoped he was almost there. He’d thought through the timing in his head.
God, he wasn’t going to make it. You’re still alive, and as long as you are alive, there is hope.
The thing he hoped for most was to apologize to his brother. He wanted to now, but he also couldn’t afford to have his brother’s behavior change so quickly. If there was a backup camera, and Junho went from crying and tense in the restraints to relaxed and calm, then Jaejoong might think Junho had been in on this. But Junsu also couldn’t afford to think of what would happen if there was a backup camera or a recording device. He would definitely die.
But that part of his tirade to his brother had been true. At least, he’d die trying. He didn’t blame Junho for giving up. Fighting, resisting, leading - that wasn’t who Junho was. Between the two, Junho had always been the giver. Junsu was always the fighter. His brother would compromise with the other boys in their village and Junsu would demand for what he wanted. Every time Junsu brought up an idea to escape, Junho would say it was too dangerous and talk him out of it.
And again he was thinking of his brother. And crying. He let the tears flow to try to clean the dust out of his eyes.
Suddenly, everything looked familiar. Junsu stopped, crawled quietly and then popped out the bottom of the duct he was in. It swung down, and he tensed waiting for it to crash, but it didn’t, staying latched on hinges. He looked down into the empty simulation room. Jaejoong’s personal simulation room. Only Jaejoong and Changmin had the access code to it. And Jaejoong was unconscious, so Changmin was on the bridge.
Junsu fell through the hole, spreading his wings and floating to the computer console. He kept his feet off the floor, just in case there were sensors or alarms. His wings ached. It’d been too long since he last used them for flight.
He typed in Jaejoong’s code and then flew through the programs, eyes searching for the messaging one. He found it quickly. With no idea of how much time had passed, Junsu typed in a fast message. He told of the first invasion. Of the continuing fight against the Chiksos. Told of how the NeFaerie been captured and raped and taken as sex slaves. He mentioned the blockade and the barren fields. He sent it with the highest priority he could to the closest Federation military base.
Then he covered his tracks. Erasing the message from the data base, from the log, from the search options. From everything he knew how to access. He shut the computer down, not daring to wait to see if the message was intercepted or even noticed. He flew back up to the ceiling, pulled up the metal panel and then crawled back through the duct work. His heart raced and his breathing sped up. There were too many factors. He knew that, but still he begged it to not be too late.
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Junho cried. He cried until he couldn’t breathe, until his gasps echoed through the room. He cried for his people because his brother was right. He’d done nothing to help them. Just sat in this posh spaceship and enjoyed pleasures that only mated pairs were allowed. And with his brother. A further disgrace on the morals of his people.
He cried for his brother. His brother who would get caught trying to escape and how was he going to escape anyway? There was no where to go. No where to hide. Did Junsu have a transmitter in him like Junho did?
And Junho had tried! He had! He had tried to escape. He’d tried to hurt Jaejoong, but he’d always been so weak.
His brother was right about that, too.
He wanted to bury his face in a pillow and never look at the world again.
Time dragged, and he had no idea how long he lay there.
Movement across the room caught his attention and he whimpered, waiting for the cry from Jaejoong. But then a cautious touch on his mind forced his eyes open. Junsu wasn’t looking at him. He moved around the room, not touching anything, but still checking screens and the cameras that weren’t working.
He still said nothing, just kept that touch between them alive
Junho grabbed onto it as Junsu crawled onto the bed.
Please don’t hate me, he whispered as he released his bindings.
I never could, Junho replied, confused. This was not the same man who’d left the room.
Junsu put the restraints back on his arms as he had them, and then looked around again. Hope, Junho. Always hope. He turned and smirked at him. And acting. That helps.
Bro, what …
I sent the Federation a message, but right now, I have to worry about convincing this asshole that I didn’t mean to kick him.
Or make him pass out.
I’m hoping he doesn’t remember that.
And if he does?
Junsu did not reply. God, I want to kill him. Should I kill him?
No. Then Changmin will kill you. You sent a message to the Federation?
Yeah. I … I’m sorry I was rude to you. Jaejoong forgot to reset the camera program. I knew I had to do something before he remembered. But if there was a camera still on, and Jaejoong woke up before I got back, then I didn’t want them to think you had anything to do with it. I’m sorry. Forgive me?
Of course, but what about now? What if there’s still a camera on?
Junsu met his eyes. I know that you’d rather die with me.
Junho’s throat closed against a sob. He pulled Junsu against him and kissed him deeply. In life and in death.
Junsu smiled against his lips, and together they finished the vow of mated pairs: Honor and love, happiness and joy, this I give to you. Forever. In life and in death.
Junho broke away first, gasping as the love for his brother constricted his heart, tightened in his chest, and his breath threatened to stop.
Junsu kissed his cheek. Focus now, love.
Junho nodded.
Junsu smiled. He jumped off the bed and went to the kitchenette. He wet a towel with water, and then walked back to the bed and kneeled next to Jaejoong. He wiped Jaejoong’s cheek and neck. When he starts to wake up, act it up. Come and hold him.
I don’t understand. Junho fell to the ground and held Jaejoong, rearranging his body so his head settled in his lap.
If he wakes up, he needs to remember us coddling him, the devoted slaves. If we’re not, he won’t believe that I didn’t mean to kick him.
You’re kind of a genius, love.
I know.
Part 7: Whipped
Part 5: Fucked
Part 4: Cleaned
Part 3: Pleasured
Part 2: Tortured
Part 1: Captured
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