Always Hope 7/8
Title: Always Hope 7/8
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!
WARNING: This chapter contains abuse, lots and lots of abuse, and not the good, sexy kind, so be warned.
Part 7:
WARNING: This chapter contains abuse, lots and lots of abuse, and not the good, sexy kind so be warned.
Jaejoong moaned. He tried to open his eyes and winced against the light. Something cool pressed against his face.
“Master, oh my god, master, are you all right? Can you hear me? Oh my god, Ho-pet, I k-killed him. I k-killed him. Master?”
“No, No. Look, he’s moving.”
Arms wrapped around him and Jaejoong moaned again as he was jostled. He remembered … something.
“Oh my god, master, I’m so glad … I thought I …” Lips pressed against his cheek over and over again, and Jaejoong moaned, trying to push his eager pet away. His mouth was so dry. He tried to lick his lips.
“Su-pet, go get some water.”
Jaejoong turned his head, and the side of his face throbbed. What the …
Someone smiled down at him. … His pet. Yes, his first pet. He shut his eyes.
“Master, I’m going to sit you up, okay?” Ho-pet whispered.
Jaejoong leaned against his strong body.
“Here. Try to drink this, master.”
A cup pressed against his lips and Jaejoong sucked in the moisture. He took another swallow, but then pushed the cup away as nausea filled him. He choked it back and then coughed.
“Please, please, I’m so sorry, master. So … so …” His other pet was almost crying, which was odd, because Su-pet only cried when he was denied orgasm and begging for release.
“W-what happened?” Jaejoong asked, voice hoarse.
“I didn’t mean to. I--”
Jaejoong raised a hand and he shut up. “Ho-pet, what happened?”
“You were restraining him and he went to flip over and he kicked you in face and knocked you out.”
“How long have I been out?”
“About twenty minutes,” Ho-pet whispered.
“God, my body hurts.”
Ho-pet rose and supported him so he could climb into bed. He looked for Su-pet and saw him, kneeling in the middle of the floor, restraints still on his body. His head lowered and his chest hitched.
“He didn’t mean to, master,” Ho-pet said when he saw Jaejoong’s scowl.
“Has Changmin called or anything?”
“No.”
“I should go to the medical bay,” Jaejoong said. “Have them check my head.”
Junho smiled and said, “You shouldn’t try to walk and should just call them, master. Aren’t you the Captain of this ship?”
Jaejoong stuck his tongue out. “I expect such cheeky responses from your brother.”
“He’s taught me well, master.”
Jaejoong smiled, and yawned. “Maybe I’ll just take a nap, and then if I don’t feel well afterwards, I’ll call them.”
Ho-pet smiled. “May I lay down with you, master?”
“Yes.”
“And my brother?”
“Kicked me in the face. He can kneel there for a little while.”
Jaejoong’s eyes fluttered shut. He had a vague memory of arms around his neck and then his exhausted body fell into sleep.
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“Wake up, you lazy fucker.”
Something was slapping his shoulder.
“Wake up, damn it.”
Jaejoong lifted an arm and pushed the offending person away.
“Wake up. We have a problem.”
Jaejoong’s eyes fluttered open and it took a moment for him to recognize Changmin above him. Waking him up in the middle of the night was grounds for a major punishment. He scowled.
“What happened to your face?”
Jaejoong rubbed a hand on his cheek and winced at the tenderness. “Su-pet accidentally kicked me yesterday.”
“Well, that’s the least of your problems. Get up.”
“What’s going on?” Jaejoong asked as he sat up.
Ho-pet whimpered next to him and tried to stay buried against his side. Jaejoong unwound his arms and pressed a kiss to his neck.
“The Federation.”
Jaejoong’s eyes flashed. “What?”
“The Federation. We got a message from the Federation. Their ETA is twelve hours.”
“What?” Jaejoong screamed it and practically flew to his feet.
Ho-pet jerked alert on the bed, head rising.
“Yeah. Thought you might want to, you know, act like a capt-”
Jaejoong backhanded him. “Start preparations to leave orbit. We are not getting stopped by the Federation out here.”
“It’s worse, Captain,” Changmin said, dropping the sarcasm. “They received a message.”
“One got through our block?”
“No. It originated from this ship.”
“What?”
Changmin nodded. “We can’t trace it more than that. But it definitely came from this ship.”
“I want every slave on this ship questioned.”
“We don’t have time for that, Captain. We have men on the surface and--”
Jaejoong waved him silent, and then looked at the pet kneeling on the floor. His head was up, meeting Jaejoong’s eyes.
“Maybe we don’t have to question them all.” He scoffed and shook his head. Two steps had him to his rebellious pet. Jaejoong smacked him, and due to his weakness from kneeling on the floor all night, the pet fell to the floor with a surprised gasp of ‘master’. There was another gasp from the bed, and Jaejoong smirked. He really had been too lenient with these two lately.
“Tell me you did it.”
“I didn’t,” Junsu whispered as he pushed back to his knees. “I didn’t, master, I didn’t.”
He stuck his hand out and snapped his fingers once. Ho-pet dropped to the floor and kneeled next to him. Jaejoong grabbed Su-pet’s chin. “You didn’t send them a message.”
“No, master. I didn’t.”
“I don’t believe you. And I don’t trust.”
“Um, Captain?” Changmin said.
“What?”
“I need your orders about the men on the planet.”
Jaejoong glared at the two NeFaeries kneeling next to him. “Send out a retreat beacon. They have three hours. In three hours, we’re leaving orbit.”
Su-pet’s eyes flashed, and then he bit his lip and lowered his head.
“You’re happy about that, aren’t you, little slave?”
He looked up, and didn’t quite mask the smirk on his face as he met Jaejoong’s eyes again. “Yes, master.”
Jaejoong sneered. “Before we go, throw a few of those N45s at them.”
“Yes, Captain.” Changmin left the room.
Jaejoong stood up. He walked behind the elder brother and pushed him to the floor with his foot in the middle of his back. “Stay.”
Jaejoong pulled out his favorite whip from his cabinet. It was braided leather with a sturdy handle. It ended in a tassel, and at each fray was a small, metal spike. He hadn’t used it for weeks, and he hadn’t used it to hurt. Only to tease. Today, it was for hurt.
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The handle felt comforting in his hands. He shook his head at himself. The brother said he did not do it, but he could not think of another slave daring enough. He should have listened to his instincts back when he first captured the bitch.
He turned and stalked back to the pair. Without saying anything, he brought the whip back. It whistled through the air, and the spikes sliced across Ho-pet’s bare ass with a crack.
He screamed, and his brother glared at Jaejoong.
Jaejoong met that steady gaze and whipped him again.
His brother winced. “I didn’t do it, master,” he said, voice belaying the fear coursing through him.
The whip cracked again. He usually watched the spikes cut into flesh, but the defiance and pain in the brother’s eyes was more satisfying.
“Master, please,” Su-pet said, hands tight in fists. “Please, I … didn’t do it. I didn’t.”
“Do you know who did it?” Jaejoong asked and whipped Ho-pet again.
“No, master. Please stop.”
Jaejoong gripped Su-pet’s chin. ”You didn’t do it.”
His eyes went wide. “No, master.”
“Your brother didn’t do it?”
He actually snorted and it made Jaejoong smile. “You’re right. He doesn’t have the balls to do it, does he? No matter, it’s done. And someone needs to be punished for it.”
Su-pet whimpered in pain as the whip landed on his brother’s back, higher and higher. leaving red welts and cuts all along his skin. His brother did nothing but shiver and cry and scream. Blood dripped down his sides and splattered on the floor.
“P-please, master,” Su-pet whispered. “P-please, whip me, please.”
“You’d enjoy it, you fucking slut,” Jaejoong bit out, teeth clenched. He growled as Su-pet kept whining. He turned the whip on him, slicing the spikes through his shoulder. “Shut up.”
Jaejoong grabbed the edge of Ho-pet’s folded wings and pulled them out. They were already cut from the abuse. Jaejoong went back to the cabinet and pulled out a spreader. Two cuffs hooked around the wing joints. A metal bar held them apart, and Jaejoong adjusted the length until it was beyond painful.
The sheer wings stayed spread, shaking from the strain. He whipped them, over and over, until both brothers were screaming. Bits of flesh flew from them as the spikes ripped them up, and then arms wrapped around his legs, and he stopped.
“Please, stop, please, please. I’ll tell you I did it if you just please stop, please stop, master, please.”
Jaejoong glared down at Su-pet. He kicked him away. The shackles still on his wrists and ankles clinked against the floor. He whipped him again and then fell on him, landed punches on his ribs and stomach. Across his face. Blood splattered from his nose. He slammed him face-first to the floor and used the restraints to hogtie him, so tight the cuffs cut into his ankles and wrists. He stood up, chest heaving and whipped them both until blood dripped from tattered flesh.
With a growl, Jaejoong rolled the end of his whip in the blood and then shoved it completely inside Su-pet’s ass. The cry out of his mouth was the sweetest sound Jaejoong had heard in a long time.
He stood up. There was blood on his hands, spattered on his bare legs and chest. He licked his lips, and then one finger. He moaned from the tangy, sweet taste of their combined blood. He fell to his knees. He pressed a palm to a deep cut on Su-pet’s leg. He coated his palm and then stroked his cock until he was hard and almost ready to come. He wrapped his hand in that long hair that he should have cut off a long time ago and yanked his head up. The miserable pet whimpered.
He thrust his cock into that mouth, held onto his cheeks too tight and fucked his throat, slamming himself in deep, over and over again. The bitch gagged, and then gagged again. Jaejoong threw him to the side as he wretched and vomited on the floor.
He curled his lip in disgust and moved to the other brother. He spread those torn cheeks and pushed his cock in with no preparation. He screamed and Jaejoong fucked him hard. He wanted to hear that scream again, so he grabbed the torn membrane of his wings and pulled harder, bones snapped, blood sprayed over him, and only a moment later, his body collapsed into unconsciousness.
Jaejoong snorted, but kept fucking the torn body until he came, pouring himself into that body. He pushed it away, sneering at the pathetic picture the two made. He didn’t care if they died. Not at that point. He stood up and went to his bathroom.
As he soaked alone in a shower, he thought of how that pesky brother could have done this. He would have noticed if someone other than him had used the computers in his room. And Su-pet hadn’t even been out of the rooms like Ho-pet had. There was no way that either of them had done it. But, just make sure, he’d check the cameras.
Blood free, he noted the time. He’d been whipping them for almost an hour. He had to get to the bridge. He climbed out of the tub and went back into the room. He made a face at the smell. With a sharp knife, he cut the younger brother free of his restraints, not caring when the knife cut deeply into his arm. He smiled at the scream.
“Clean this up,” he said. “I want both of you in the middle of the floor before I get back.”
Jaejoong moved to his computer. And then his eyes went to the corner of the room. There was no red light. Nor in the other corner, or the other. Cursing, he went to the main console. Down in the bottom corner of the screen was a prompt, asking if he wanted to reboot the cameras. He cursed and said yes, and then went to the archives. The last video was from two days ago.
He looked back at the twins. Thinking. Wondering. Had Su-pet really accidentally kicked him? Had he only been out for a few minutes? Or was it longer. Long enough to send a message? But Jaejoong checked the messaging system. It hadn’t been accessed from this room for more than six days.
His instincts told him that the little shit had done it. But he could not prove it. Not with his camera systems down. And as he stood there, upset because he’d let them get under his skin, he realized that he hadn’t tagged Junsu. The only slave on his ship that he should have tagged, and he hadn’t, because he’d let himself get distracted by the sex.
Jaejoong picked up his computer and threw it across the room with a shout. He stood there, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.
There would be other worlds. There would be. Other worlds to strip and make money from.
“M-m-master,” Su-pet whispered.
“What?”
“I … he …” He looked up and met Jaejoong’s eyes. “H-he’s dying.”
“I don’t care. You both can die for all I care.” He ignored the brother’s cry of anguish. He dressed in his flight suit, and left them there to go deal with this mess.
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“Ho-love, come on. Wake up. Stay with me, love, please, you can’t pass out.” Junsu’s voice broke as he tried to keep his brother awake and tried to stem the bleeding in the worst of his cuts at the same time. His own body bled profusely, but he ignored it. Junho was in worse shape with his wings shredded probably beyond repair.
Around the room, little red lights flickered on, so Junsu begged him mentally, kept in contact with his fading thoughts.
Ho, brother, come on. I am so sorry. This should be me. Please. Don’t leave me. I can’t do this without you. Please.
S-su? I …
Love, come on. Open your eyes for me, please. Open them.
Can’t. Too heavy. Everything is so heavy.
Come on. Come on. Stay with me, bro, please.
You’re so … I’m sorry, love. I’m so … I should have done something sooner.
No. Love. Junsu gasped out loud and started muttering things at him.
You’re so brave, my love. I never would have … even tried something like that.
You’re brave too, bro. You’ve been with this bastard for two years. You’ve survived. Come on. Don’t let him beat you, not now.
No, I … you did it, love. They’re leaving.
I don’t care about that. I care about you. Junsu let out an agonized cry and buried his face in Junho’s bloody neck.Don’t leave me. Don’t you fucking leave me.
You’re strong. Y-you’ll be okay.
Not without you, love. I won’t be without you. And you’re still alive, you bastard. As long as you’re alive there is always hope, and you’re still alive and I’ll be damned if you’re going to die on me now.
Junsu whined at the sudden opening of the door. He kept his body over his brother’s as the heavy metal boots of the Commander came toward them. Fingers twisted in his hair and lifted him away, throwing him across the room. Junsu landed with a gasp, torn body screaming, but he took a breath and tried to crawl back to his brother.
The Commander poked at Junho and looked in his eyes and then shook his head. “Stupid Captain.” He moved to the communicator and in the next moment, Junsu was next to his brother again.
The Commander turned around and snarled at him. “The medics will come when they can. But honestly, I hope he dies before then.”
Junsu glared at him and then focused on his brother, mentally dismissing the other. There was a scoff, and then the door slid open and shut.
“Hold on, Ho-ah. Just a bit longer.”
“Su-ah, I love you,” he barely whispered.
Junsu’s throat closed and he blinked back tears, or tried to. They fell down his cheeks. “I love you, too, bro. Just hang on, okay?”
It felt like years later, but was probably only a few minutes when a medical team showed up. Junsu whimpered when they tried to remove him from his brother’s body. The acquiesced and let him hold his hand. An assistant medic stitched up his wounds as three of them worked on Junho’s body.
They were the same team of medics that always stitched them up when Jaejoong was a little too rough.
The smaller cuts were healed immediately, but the larger ones required stitches and liquid bandages. They rolled Junho over carefully, and the lead medic began the delicate process of restitching his wings.
Again, it felt like years later while Junsu watched.
“I’m surprised he’s not dead.”
“One day one of them won’t be so lucky.”
The lead medic touched his face gently and Junsu looked up at him. “He’ll survive, but he needs you to take care of him. He needs rest and constant care. Keep him on his stomach until his wings heal. Even with the processes, it may take a few days. He may never fly again, but they won’t be crippled beyond use. I will tell the Captain, but maybe later when he’s not so angry.”
Junsu kept his eyes on his brother, watching his back rise and fall. The medics cleaned up and then left the room.
Junsu lay next to Junho, holding his hand, staring at his face. He was asleep from the pain medication, and not unconscious. His mind was strong again.
Junsu’s vision blurred. He blinked. Tears dripped down his face. Sometimes, these times, it didn’t seem worth it. He knew that they were not through with punishments. He knew that Jaejoong would no longer be gentle with him, or he wouldn’t for a while. There was no proof that Junsu had sent that message, but Jaejoong was a man who followed his gut-feelings. Hopefully he’d let Junho heal.
Junsu pressed a kiss to Junho shoulder. He sighed and decided to clean up the blood and vomit from the floor. No need to give Jaejoong a reason to be even angrier.
When he was through with that, Junsu very carefully took a wet towel to his brother’s body. Junho’s skin twitched, but he did not wake up as Junsu cleaned the blood off him, mindful of the wounds and bandages. He made sure every part of Junho was clean and then cleaned himself.
Jaejoong hated when they were damaged, but loved damaging them. The man was sick.
He wasn’t sure how much time passed until an automated announcement warned that the ship was leaving orbit in fifteen minutes. Junsu sat cross-legged next to his brother, wincing when his sore ass hit the metal floor. He wanted Junho to rest for as long as possible.
He was not dead. That went through Junsu’s mind over and over again, but if he had died, wouldn’t that have been better? Junho was not strong, and Junsu was. He could handle Jaejoong’s abuse, but obviously Junho could not. Jaejoong had broken him, and Junsu went along with it to keep from Jaejoong even trying to break him. Would this change that? Would Jaejoong be even more violent?
Part of Junsu suddenly wished his brother had died so he wouldn’t have to live through this. His throat constrict and he muffled his cry with a fist in his mouth. He jumped in surprise when fingers touched his arm.
Junho’s eyes were barely open, looking at him. Junsu fell next to him and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.
My love, you are not selfish. Not at all.
Junsu glared at him, and then shook his head.
The floor under them vibrated, shuddered and then they slid across the room without warning. Junsu cradled his brother’s body against his and his back slammed into the wall on the far side of the room.
Guess we broke orbit, Junsu said. He tried to move but the pressure kept them there, holding them both. Junho whimpered in pain.
The sensation lasted for about ten minutes, and then they fell to the floor.
Junsu caught his breath. He had a sinking feeling that Jaejoong would come back to the room now that they were on the move. He wants us in the middle of the room. Can you get up?
Probably not.
Junsu smiled widely.
What?
Oh, nothing, he said and stood up. He grabbed Junho’s ankles and despite his brother’s protest, dragged him, on his stomach, to the middle of the room.
Bastard, he said, mental voice full of pain.
Ah, you’re all right, love. Give something for the bastard to laugh at if he watches this video. Junsu helped stable his brother on his knees, but he swayed too much to be left alone, so Junsu kneeled next to him and held him up.
Their fingers entwined, and Junsu kissed his cheek.
Part 8: Subdued
Part 6: Tricked
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!
WARNING: This chapter contains abuse, lots and lots of abuse, and not the good, sexy kind, so be warned.
Part 7:
WARNING: This chapter contains abuse, lots and lots of abuse, and not the good, sexy kind so be warned.
Jaejoong moaned. He tried to open his eyes and winced against the light. Something cool pressed against his face.
“Master, oh my god, master, are you all right? Can you hear me? Oh my god, Ho-pet, I k-killed him. I k-killed him. Master?”
“No, No. Look, he’s moving.”
Arms wrapped around him and Jaejoong moaned again as he was jostled. He remembered … something.
“Oh my god, master, I’m so glad … I thought I …” Lips pressed against his cheek over and over again, and Jaejoong moaned, trying to push his eager pet away. His mouth was so dry. He tried to lick his lips.
“Su-pet, go get some water.”
Jaejoong turned his head, and the side of his face throbbed. What the …
Someone smiled down at him. … His pet. Yes, his first pet. He shut his eyes.
“Master, I’m going to sit you up, okay?” Ho-pet whispered.
Jaejoong leaned against his strong body.
“Here. Try to drink this, master.”
A cup pressed against his lips and Jaejoong sucked in the moisture. He took another swallow, but then pushed the cup away as nausea filled him. He choked it back and then coughed.
“Please, please, I’m so sorry, master. So … so …” His other pet was almost crying, which was odd, because Su-pet only cried when he was denied orgasm and begging for release.
“W-what happened?” Jaejoong asked, voice hoarse.
“I didn’t mean to. I--”
Jaejoong raised a hand and he shut up. “Ho-pet, what happened?”
“You were restraining him and he went to flip over and he kicked you in face and knocked you out.”
“How long have I been out?”
“About twenty minutes,” Ho-pet whispered.
“God, my body hurts.”
Ho-pet rose and supported him so he could climb into bed. He looked for Su-pet and saw him, kneeling in the middle of the floor, restraints still on his body. His head lowered and his chest hitched.
“He didn’t mean to, master,” Ho-pet said when he saw Jaejoong’s scowl.
“Has Changmin called or anything?”
“No.”
“I should go to the medical bay,” Jaejoong said. “Have them check my head.”
Junho smiled and said, “You shouldn’t try to walk and should just call them, master. Aren’t you the Captain of this ship?”
Jaejoong stuck his tongue out. “I expect such cheeky responses from your brother.”
“He’s taught me well, master.”
Jaejoong smiled, and yawned. “Maybe I’ll just take a nap, and then if I don’t feel well afterwards, I’ll call them.”
Ho-pet smiled. “May I lay down with you, master?”
“Yes.”
“And my brother?”
“Kicked me in the face. He can kneel there for a little while.”
Jaejoong’s eyes fluttered shut. He had a vague memory of arms around his neck and then his exhausted body fell into sleep.
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“Wake up, you lazy fucker.”
Something was slapping his shoulder.
“Wake up, damn it.”
Jaejoong lifted an arm and pushed the offending person away.
“Wake up. We have a problem.”
Jaejoong’s eyes fluttered open and it took a moment for him to recognize Changmin above him. Waking him up in the middle of the night was grounds for a major punishment. He scowled.
“What happened to your face?”
Jaejoong rubbed a hand on his cheek and winced at the tenderness. “Su-pet accidentally kicked me yesterday.”
“Well, that’s the least of your problems. Get up.”
“What’s going on?” Jaejoong asked as he sat up.
Ho-pet whimpered next to him and tried to stay buried against his side. Jaejoong unwound his arms and pressed a kiss to his neck.
“The Federation.”
Jaejoong’s eyes flashed. “What?”
“The Federation. We got a message from the Federation. Their ETA is twelve hours.”
“What?” Jaejoong screamed it and practically flew to his feet.
Ho-pet jerked alert on the bed, head rising.
“Yeah. Thought you might want to, you know, act like a capt-”
Jaejoong backhanded him. “Start preparations to leave orbit. We are not getting stopped by the Federation out here.”
“It’s worse, Captain,” Changmin said, dropping the sarcasm. “They received a message.”
“One got through our block?”
“No. It originated from this ship.”
“What?”
Changmin nodded. “We can’t trace it more than that. But it definitely came from this ship.”
“I want every slave on this ship questioned.”
“We don’t have time for that, Captain. We have men on the surface and--”
Jaejoong waved him silent, and then looked at the pet kneeling on the floor. His head was up, meeting Jaejoong’s eyes.
“Maybe we don’t have to question them all.” He scoffed and shook his head. Two steps had him to his rebellious pet. Jaejoong smacked him, and due to his weakness from kneeling on the floor all night, the pet fell to the floor with a surprised gasp of ‘master’. There was another gasp from the bed, and Jaejoong smirked. He really had been too lenient with these two lately.
“Tell me you did it.”
“I didn’t,” Junsu whispered as he pushed back to his knees. “I didn’t, master, I didn’t.”
He stuck his hand out and snapped his fingers once. Ho-pet dropped to the floor and kneeled next to him. Jaejoong grabbed Su-pet’s chin. “You didn’t send them a message.”
“No, master. I didn’t.”
“I don’t believe you. And I don’t trust.”
“Um, Captain?” Changmin said.
“What?”
“I need your orders about the men on the planet.”
Jaejoong glared at the two NeFaeries kneeling next to him. “Send out a retreat beacon. They have three hours. In three hours, we’re leaving orbit.”
Su-pet’s eyes flashed, and then he bit his lip and lowered his head.
“You’re happy about that, aren’t you, little slave?”
He looked up, and didn’t quite mask the smirk on his face as he met Jaejoong’s eyes again. “Yes, master.”
Jaejoong sneered. “Before we go, throw a few of those N45s at them.”
“Yes, Captain.” Changmin left the room.
Jaejoong stood up. He walked behind the elder brother and pushed him to the floor with his foot in the middle of his back. “Stay.”
Jaejoong pulled out his favorite whip from his cabinet. It was braided leather with a sturdy handle. It ended in a tassel, and at each fray was a small, metal spike. He hadn’t used it for weeks, and he hadn’t used it to hurt. Only to tease. Today, it was for hurt.
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The handle felt comforting in his hands. He shook his head at himself. The brother said he did not do it, but he could not think of another slave daring enough. He should have listened to his instincts back when he first captured the bitch.
He turned and stalked back to the pair. Without saying anything, he brought the whip back. It whistled through the air, and the spikes sliced across Ho-pet’s bare ass with a crack.
He screamed, and his brother glared at Jaejoong.
Jaejoong met that steady gaze and whipped him again.
His brother winced. “I didn’t do it, master,” he said, voice belaying the fear coursing through him.
The whip cracked again. He usually watched the spikes cut into flesh, but the defiance and pain in the brother’s eyes was more satisfying.
“Master, please,” Su-pet said, hands tight in fists. “Please, I … didn’t do it. I didn’t.”
“Do you know who did it?” Jaejoong asked and whipped Ho-pet again.
“No, master. Please stop.”
Jaejoong gripped Su-pet’s chin. ”You didn’t do it.”
His eyes went wide. “No, master.”
“Your brother didn’t do it?”
He actually snorted and it made Jaejoong smile. “You’re right. He doesn’t have the balls to do it, does he? No matter, it’s done. And someone needs to be punished for it.”
Su-pet whimpered in pain as the whip landed on his brother’s back, higher and higher. leaving red welts and cuts all along his skin. His brother did nothing but shiver and cry and scream. Blood dripped down his sides and splattered on the floor.
“P-please, master,” Su-pet whispered. “P-please, whip me, please.”
“You’d enjoy it, you fucking slut,” Jaejoong bit out, teeth clenched. He growled as Su-pet kept whining. He turned the whip on him, slicing the spikes through his shoulder. “Shut up.”
Jaejoong grabbed the edge of Ho-pet’s folded wings and pulled them out. They were already cut from the abuse. Jaejoong went back to the cabinet and pulled out a spreader. Two cuffs hooked around the wing joints. A metal bar held them apart, and Jaejoong adjusted the length until it was beyond painful.
The sheer wings stayed spread, shaking from the strain. He whipped them, over and over, until both brothers were screaming. Bits of flesh flew from them as the spikes ripped them up, and then arms wrapped around his legs, and he stopped.
“Please, stop, please, please. I’ll tell you I did it if you just please stop, please stop, master, please.”
Jaejoong glared down at Su-pet. He kicked him away. The shackles still on his wrists and ankles clinked against the floor. He whipped him again and then fell on him, landed punches on his ribs and stomach. Across his face. Blood splattered from his nose. He slammed him face-first to the floor and used the restraints to hogtie him, so tight the cuffs cut into his ankles and wrists. He stood up, chest heaving and whipped them both until blood dripped from tattered flesh.
With a growl, Jaejoong rolled the end of his whip in the blood and then shoved it completely inside Su-pet’s ass. The cry out of his mouth was the sweetest sound Jaejoong had heard in a long time.
He stood up. There was blood on his hands, spattered on his bare legs and chest. He licked his lips, and then one finger. He moaned from the tangy, sweet taste of their combined blood. He fell to his knees. He pressed a palm to a deep cut on Su-pet’s leg. He coated his palm and then stroked his cock until he was hard and almost ready to come. He wrapped his hand in that long hair that he should have cut off a long time ago and yanked his head up. The miserable pet whimpered.
He thrust his cock into that mouth, held onto his cheeks too tight and fucked his throat, slamming himself in deep, over and over again. The bitch gagged, and then gagged again. Jaejoong threw him to the side as he wretched and vomited on the floor.
He curled his lip in disgust and moved to the other brother. He spread those torn cheeks and pushed his cock in with no preparation. He screamed and Jaejoong fucked him hard. He wanted to hear that scream again, so he grabbed the torn membrane of his wings and pulled harder, bones snapped, blood sprayed over him, and only a moment later, his body collapsed into unconsciousness.
Jaejoong snorted, but kept fucking the torn body until he came, pouring himself into that body. He pushed it away, sneering at the pathetic picture the two made. He didn’t care if they died. Not at that point. He stood up and went to his bathroom.
As he soaked alone in a shower, he thought of how that pesky brother could have done this. He would have noticed if someone other than him had used the computers in his room. And Su-pet hadn’t even been out of the rooms like Ho-pet had. There was no way that either of them had done it. But, just make sure, he’d check the cameras.
Blood free, he noted the time. He’d been whipping them for almost an hour. He had to get to the bridge. He climbed out of the tub and went back into the room. He made a face at the smell. With a sharp knife, he cut the younger brother free of his restraints, not caring when the knife cut deeply into his arm. He smiled at the scream.
“Clean this up,” he said. “I want both of you in the middle of the floor before I get back.”
Jaejoong moved to his computer. And then his eyes went to the corner of the room. There was no red light. Nor in the other corner, or the other. Cursing, he went to the main console. Down in the bottom corner of the screen was a prompt, asking if he wanted to reboot the cameras. He cursed and said yes, and then went to the archives. The last video was from two days ago.
He looked back at the twins. Thinking. Wondering. Had Su-pet really accidentally kicked him? Had he only been out for a few minutes? Or was it longer. Long enough to send a message? But Jaejoong checked the messaging system. It hadn’t been accessed from this room for more than six days.
His instincts told him that the little shit had done it. But he could not prove it. Not with his camera systems down. And as he stood there, upset because he’d let them get under his skin, he realized that he hadn’t tagged Junsu. The only slave on his ship that he should have tagged, and he hadn’t, because he’d let himself get distracted by the sex.
Jaejoong picked up his computer and threw it across the room with a shout. He stood there, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.
There would be other worlds. There would be. Other worlds to strip and make money from.
“M-m-master,” Su-pet whispered.
“What?”
“I … he …” He looked up and met Jaejoong’s eyes. “H-he’s dying.”
“I don’t care. You both can die for all I care.” He ignored the brother’s cry of anguish. He dressed in his flight suit, and left them there to go deal with this mess.
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“Ho-love, come on. Wake up. Stay with me, love, please, you can’t pass out.” Junsu’s voice broke as he tried to keep his brother awake and tried to stem the bleeding in the worst of his cuts at the same time. His own body bled profusely, but he ignored it. Junho was in worse shape with his wings shredded probably beyond repair.
Around the room, little red lights flickered on, so Junsu begged him mentally, kept in contact with his fading thoughts.
Ho, brother, come on. I am so sorry. This should be me. Please. Don’t leave me. I can’t do this without you. Please.
S-su? I …
Love, come on. Open your eyes for me, please. Open them.
Can’t. Too heavy. Everything is so heavy.
Come on. Come on. Stay with me, bro, please.
You’re so … I’m sorry, love. I’m so … I should have done something sooner.
No. Love. Junsu gasped out loud and started muttering things at him.
You’re so brave, my love. I never would have … even tried something like that.
You’re brave too, bro. You’ve been with this bastard for two years. You’ve survived. Come on. Don’t let him beat you, not now.
No, I … you did it, love. They’re leaving.
I don’t care about that. I care about you. Junsu let out an agonized cry and buried his face in Junho’s bloody neck.Don’t leave me. Don’t you fucking leave me.
You’re strong. Y-you’ll be okay.
Not without you, love. I won’t be without you. And you’re still alive, you bastard. As long as you’re alive there is always hope, and you’re still alive and I’ll be damned if you’re going to die on me now.
Junsu whined at the sudden opening of the door. He kept his body over his brother’s as the heavy metal boots of the Commander came toward them. Fingers twisted in his hair and lifted him away, throwing him across the room. Junsu landed with a gasp, torn body screaming, but he took a breath and tried to crawl back to his brother.
The Commander poked at Junho and looked in his eyes and then shook his head. “Stupid Captain.” He moved to the communicator and in the next moment, Junsu was next to his brother again.
The Commander turned around and snarled at him. “The medics will come when they can. But honestly, I hope he dies before then.”
Junsu glared at him and then focused on his brother, mentally dismissing the other. There was a scoff, and then the door slid open and shut.
“Hold on, Ho-ah. Just a bit longer.”
“Su-ah, I love you,” he barely whispered.
Junsu’s throat closed and he blinked back tears, or tried to. They fell down his cheeks. “I love you, too, bro. Just hang on, okay?”
It felt like years later, but was probably only a few minutes when a medical team showed up. Junsu whimpered when they tried to remove him from his brother’s body. The acquiesced and let him hold his hand. An assistant medic stitched up his wounds as three of them worked on Junho’s body.
They were the same team of medics that always stitched them up when Jaejoong was a little too rough.
The smaller cuts were healed immediately, but the larger ones required stitches and liquid bandages. They rolled Junho over carefully, and the lead medic began the delicate process of restitching his wings.
Again, it felt like years later while Junsu watched.
“I’m surprised he’s not dead.”
“One day one of them won’t be so lucky.”
The lead medic touched his face gently and Junsu looked up at him. “He’ll survive, but he needs you to take care of him. He needs rest and constant care. Keep him on his stomach until his wings heal. Even with the processes, it may take a few days. He may never fly again, but they won’t be crippled beyond use. I will tell the Captain, but maybe later when he’s not so angry.”
Junsu kept his eyes on his brother, watching his back rise and fall. The medics cleaned up and then left the room.
Junsu lay next to Junho, holding his hand, staring at his face. He was asleep from the pain medication, and not unconscious. His mind was strong again.
Junsu’s vision blurred. He blinked. Tears dripped down his face. Sometimes, these times, it didn’t seem worth it. He knew that they were not through with punishments. He knew that Jaejoong would no longer be gentle with him, or he wouldn’t for a while. There was no proof that Junsu had sent that message, but Jaejoong was a man who followed his gut-feelings. Hopefully he’d let Junho heal.
Junsu pressed a kiss to Junho shoulder. He sighed and decided to clean up the blood and vomit from the floor. No need to give Jaejoong a reason to be even angrier.
When he was through with that, Junsu very carefully took a wet towel to his brother’s body. Junho’s skin twitched, but he did not wake up as Junsu cleaned the blood off him, mindful of the wounds and bandages. He made sure every part of Junho was clean and then cleaned himself.
Jaejoong hated when they were damaged, but loved damaging them. The man was sick.
He wasn’t sure how much time passed until an automated announcement warned that the ship was leaving orbit in fifteen minutes. Junsu sat cross-legged next to his brother, wincing when his sore ass hit the metal floor. He wanted Junho to rest for as long as possible.
He was not dead. That went through Junsu’s mind over and over again, but if he had died, wouldn’t that have been better? Junho was not strong, and Junsu was. He could handle Jaejoong’s abuse, but obviously Junho could not. Jaejoong had broken him, and Junsu went along with it to keep from Jaejoong even trying to break him. Would this change that? Would Jaejoong be even more violent?
Part of Junsu suddenly wished his brother had died so he wouldn’t have to live through this. His throat constrict and he muffled his cry with a fist in his mouth. He jumped in surprise when fingers touched his arm.
Junho’s eyes were barely open, looking at him. Junsu fell next to him and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.
My love, you are not selfish. Not at all.
Junsu glared at him, and then shook his head.
The floor under them vibrated, shuddered and then they slid across the room without warning. Junsu cradled his brother’s body against his and his back slammed into the wall on the far side of the room.
Guess we broke orbit, Junsu said. He tried to move but the pressure kept them there, holding them both. Junho whimpered in pain.
The sensation lasted for about ten minutes, and then they fell to the floor.
Junsu caught his breath. He had a sinking feeling that Jaejoong would come back to the room now that they were on the move. He wants us in the middle of the room. Can you get up?
Probably not.
Junsu smiled widely.
What?
Oh, nothing, he said and stood up. He grabbed Junho’s ankles and despite his brother’s protest, dragged him, on his stomach, to the middle of the room.
Bastard, he said, mental voice full of pain.
Ah, you’re all right, love. Give something for the bastard to laugh at if he watches this video. Junsu helped stable his brother on his knees, but he swayed too much to be left alone, so Junsu kneeled next to him and held him up.
Their fingers entwined, and Junsu kissed his cheek.
Part 8: Subdued
Part 6: Tricked
Part 5: Fucked
Part 4: Cleaned
Part 3: Pleasured
Part 2: Tortured
Part 1: Captured
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