Flights 31/?
Title: Flights 31/?
Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong, Changmin/Junsu, Junho/Yunho (implied Yunho/Changmin/Junsu) Many SuJu pairings
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Only in my little delusionall world does Yoochun have wings and fangs.
Summary: After centuries, Yoochun has finally found his mate in the human Jaejoong, but circumstances beyond his control are keeping them from being secure and happy.
A/N: This fic is for jirluvien who wanted a JaeChun vampire fic. I hope you like it! *huggles*
Poster credit goes to ponyboy! Thank you! It's gorgeous!
Part 31: Flights of Flames
Warning: Rough, violent sex ahead. Yoochun loses control.
An orange glow brightened the horizon.
Oh fuck, Changmin muttered. It was echoed around the Avixiary.
Yoochun felt his heart lurch, and Jaejoong’s feelings were there to comfort him. There was no need to fly closer. Changmin’s mental calls to the Avixiary in Daejeon hit nothing and just stopped.
Fly high, Changmin suddenly said. It could be a trap. The crackling of the flames could easily disguise the sound of helicopter blades.
Yoochun flew with the others; the wind took his tears and ripped them from his cheeks.
Changmin sent messages to Kangta and Hyesung, telling them of the tragedy. They reported back that everything was normal at Cheonan and Daegu.
We will meet you at the rendezvous, since there is no reason for us to be here.
They hovered hundreds of feet in the air. This high, they were all able to see that there were no helicopters waiting for them. The fire looked innocent, like nothing more than a natural forest fire.
Yoochun’s heart broke as he thought of his friends. Yunho and Junsu came close to him and their hands linked. It’d been their compound and their friends, and Yoochun thought of young Taemin who had helped him take care of Jaejoong.
Raging, Changmin ripped through a pack on Junsu’s back. He dug out a video camera, and pointed it to the carnage. He flew down, taping it all, the flames and the obvious concrete wall surrounding the compound. The trees burned brightly, but not as brightly as the glow of metal. There were areas where the flames had cleared and they all saw piles of bones and twisted bars of metal. Changmin filmed for as long as he could, and as close as he could stand the heat.
Ache ran through all the Avixiary. Leeteuk started humming in grief, and soon all the Avixiary echoed it. They flew in the pattern to mourn the loss of so many, instinct taking them, guiding them through the flight. Yoochun took up his place, only slightly aware of Changmin filming their sad dance in the air. Yoochun flew until he couldn’t anymore, until the ache in his heart was so much that it took all his energy just to stay aloft and not throw himself in the flames and die with his comrades.
Junsu flew in front of him, frowning, and Yoochun grabbed him, held him close and buried his face in Junsu’s neck to cry. Arms wrapped around his back, supporting him in the air and then more and more crowded around, a group of Avixiary, flying and hugging and crooning for those that were lost.
Let’s get out of here, Changmin said.
They broke apart slowly, and with one last look at the flames, Yoochun followed after the Avixiary. The flight back was somber, empty, and only Jaejoong’s touch on his soul kept Yoochun going. Empty, numb and cold, Yoochun landed, stumbling on the uneven ground. Jaejoong flew to his arms.
The Avixiary did not move after landing, waiting until the first wave of newly freed Avixiary came to the cave to be de-transmitted. Everything was quiet, no longer a celebration of life. The release of the Avixiary in Cheonan and Daegu proceeded as planned. Just after midnight, without actually talking, Changmin led the Avixiary, now over a thousand strong, south, toward the last three compounds.
But their hearts were too heavy, their feelings to torn, to fly quickly, and halfway, they were forced to find trees and sleep through the day.
When the sun finally set, Changmin set out new orders. They were close to the compound at Gwangju, and flew there. With so many of them, the humans did not even put up a fight. After Gwangju, they split, five hundred going to the small compound outside of Mokpo and the others going to the larger one at Busan. The same happened there, after seeing so many Avixary in the skies. The humans guarding them peacefully let them free.
The celebration of all Avixiary being freed was muted. The Southern forests provided plenty of cover for all the Avixiary, and they spread out, free to relax until the sun rose.
In another bunker, Changmin paced, thinking and muttering to himself. Yoochun watched, but then took Jaejoong to a room. They were no longer crowded and did not have to share, but they did anyway, crawling into the bed where Junho and Yunho lay together.
Junho had his arms wrapped around Yunho’s shuddering body, and Yoochun joined him, pressing comforting kisses to his neck and shoulder. Many of those murdered Avixiary had been Yunho and Junsu’s friends since they were little. Yunho fell asleep between them, and Yoochun moved away from the pair to curl up with his own mate. Jaejoong’s human friends, his family, had been killed as well.
I love you, Yoochun whispered.
Jaejoong smiled and pressed a small kiss to his lips. I love you.
But Yoochun did not want small, or comforting, he wanted to forget, for a moment anyway. Jaejoong felt his need, felt his wish and easily loosened the ties of his shirt. Yoochun peeled the shirt off and spread his wings.
“Oh, hell, really?” Junho said.
Yoochun turned half-red eyes to him and smiled, flashing fangs. “Yes, really.”
Jaejoong shivered beneath him.
Junho rolled his eyes and roused his mate.
Yoochun turned his attention back to Jaejoong, not caring if they stayed or left. He licked at Jaejoong’s taut neck, over and over the cords and skin.
Yoo-Yoochun,.
Yoochun ignored the pleading in his mate’s mind. He scraped his fangs over the flushed skin, inhaling deeply as blood rushed to the cuts, spilling over, staining the flesh white and soaking into the collar of his shirt. Yoochun watched it for only a moment, and then lapped it up.
Jaejoong whimpered from the sting. His fingers clawed at Yoochun’s back.
With a growl, Yoochun grabbed his wrists and forced them above Jaejoong’s head. He held them tightly in one hand and used his other to rip a strip of cloth from Jaejoong’s shirt. He bound his hands together and then tied them to the bed frame.
“Yoochun!”
Yoochun hissed, eyes bright red.
A tremor of actual fear threaded through their link, and Yoochun ignored it. He took another scrap of cloth and shoved it into Jaejoong’s mouth. He gurgled around it, but did not try to spit it out.
Yoochun sat back, pinning his legs. His wings spread their full span and he finished tearing his mate’s clothes. Jaejoong’s body arched, and he cried out when Yoochun caught skin with his nails. With a feral growl, Yoochun fell to his mate’s body, licking at the scratches before adding more with his fangs, deeper, reaching and tearing. Blood filled his senses. He saw nothing but red, tasted nothing but fear-laced copper, smelled nothing but tangy life, felt nothing but the liquid on his palms, heard nothing but the hammering of Jaejoong’s heart.
His own body burned, an internal flame of need to possess, feed, control and hurt. It trickled over his skin and made his wings shudder.
A small voice entered his mind and he hastily shut it up, slamming control down on his mate, and he continued devouring him in more than one way.
He sank his fangs in the bend at his hip and growled seeing his mate’s lack of pleasure. Again, he threw his control, full force and made blood flow and build. He sucked hard, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of blood as wave after wave of pleasure caused his mate to come again and again. His mate’s screams twisted down his skin, blurring it over and over.
Yoochun growled again and sat back. He admired the bloodied body for only a moment and then easily picked him up and flipped him over. His mate had the audacity to try to crawl away, and Yoochun yanked control of his mind again. He spanked him, leaving bloodied handprints on each cheek and then each thigh. He gripped those mounds of ass and forced his cock inside. The body tightened around him, clenching and so perfect. Yoochun threw his head back and crooned, claiming his mate.
When there was no answering call, Yoochun bared his fangs, leaned over the pliant body and bit down between his wings. He drank more and more, waiting and then finally hearing/feeling/touching the whimper of a sub call. Yoochun growled, calling him again, and his mate barely answered. Yoochun let the pleasure fly through him and over and over, he filled his mate’s body with come.
Moments later, the body beneath him went slack.
Irritated, Yoochun reached for control again. Before he could get there, a body slammed into his side, and then another joined it. He fought with them, worried about his mate being taken, but they had caught him by surprise.
Freezing cold water splashed over him and Yoochun yelped.
“God damn it, you weakling, are you trying to turn him again?”
Yoochun blinked, and then blinked again. The red in his vision refused to release him. More water splashed in his face and he stopped fighting those on top of him (Changmin and Yunho) and felt for Jaejoong.
The pulse of his essence was weak. Pain and fear still leaked from Jaejoong, even though he was unconscious.
“What the hell were you thinking?” Changmin demanded and smacked him.
Yoochun jerked and grabbed Changmin’s wrist as he tried to smack him again. “I wasn’t.”
“Obviously. Molted.”
The essence grew, the heart beat faster and Yoochun looked over, saw Jaejoong attached to Junsu, drinking from him. The bedspread and walls were covered in blood.
“Jaejoong is not strong enough for you to do that to,” Changmin continued.
“I know that.”
“Sure as hell didn’t look like it, fuck you almost killed him.”
Yoochun shut his eyes, and realized just how right Changmin was. He shoved Changmin. “Get off me.”
“No.”
“Get off me, I’m fine now.”
“You’re insane.”
Jaejoong’s essence suddenly flared, reaching for him, and Yoochun grabbed it like a lifeline. He’d never felt it shudder so much, so full of confusion and pain. Yoochun kept his eyes shut and shoved Changmin again. This time the other moved, and Yoochun crawled across the floor to the bed. He climbed up gingerly.
When he touched Jaejoong’s arm, the other curled away from him, whimpering mentally and trying to shut himself off.
Yoochun’s heart broke and he grabbed his mate and pulled him into his arms, voice and soul and heart full of apologies. The only time he’d lost control like that was when he first fed from Jaejoong, almost ten years ago. But that had been nothing like this. If Jaejoong had still been human, Yoochun would have killed him. He continued to apologize and throw love at his mate, watching carefully as the wounds he inflicted stopped bleeding and stitched themselves up.
Jaejoong clawed at him, panicked in his unconscious state.
I’m so sorry, my darling, please forgive me, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. You’re okay now. I love you. You’re okay. Please, calm down. Please.
Fangs peaked out of his mouth and cut his lips. Yoochun cradled the back of Jaejoong’s head and pressed his face to his neck. He winced as fangs bit down and Jaejoong sucked on him, swallowing mouthfuls of sustenance. His shivering lessened, but he stayed unconscious.
“So fucking stupid,” Changmin muttered, and Yoochun ignored him as he and Junsu left.
Yunho stayed for only another moment.
“I’m okay,” Yoochun told him. “Thank you.”
“How many is that you owe me?”
“None. I didn’t kill your mate when I should have.”
Yunho snorted, and then smiled as his eyes went glassy. “Junho says you’re right. I am forever indebted to you.”
“And I to you,” Yoochun said, breathing in the scent of his mate. “That’s twice you’ve saved him from me.”
“You’re just weak,” Yunho said and smiled.
“Where is the bathroom in this place?”
“Right across the hall actually.”
Yoochun nodded and very carefully pulled Jaejoong’s fangs from his neck. Jaejoong whimpered, but Yoochun whispered at him that they were going to take a bath. Yunho held the door open for them and Yoochun nodded his thanks.
“Now, I’m going back to what I left,” Yunho said. “Did you know that Changmin has rope in every single room?”
Yoochun laughed. “Yes, I knew that.”
Yunho held the door to the bathroom open for him, too. Yoochun held Jaejoong close as they entered. He didn’t want to put Jaejoong down. Luckily, the tub was sunken in and the electronic controls were low enough to use his feet. He hit the button to fill the tub with hot water and then waited for the tub to fill, still mentally cooing at Jaejoong.
He stepped into the tub gingerly, spreading his wings to keep from falling over. Jaejoong shivered in his arms as he lowered them into the water. Yoochun pressed kiss after kiss against his cheek and neck, rubbing his hand up and down his skin, washing the blood from him.
About five minutes later, Jaejoong regained consciousness. His shuddering lessened and he buried his face in Yoochun’s neck.
“I’m so sorry, my love.”
Jaejoong did not reply, but his lips pressed against Yoochun shoulder, and his soul calmed down enough to reach for him.
Yoochun held him tightly and let himself feel just how close he’d been to losing his mate. Jaejoong wasn’t the only one who had to get used to their mating; Yoochun too had to learn the hows and whens of their relationship. Tonight had been too close, too much, and too violent.
“I was really scared,” Jaejoong whispered suddenly.
“I know, baby. I’m sorry.”
Jaejoong tilted his head up, eyes wide and still slightly panicked. Yoochun hated to see it, and shut his eyes. He was not expecting the small kiss to his mouth, and he whimpered, tightening his arms around Jaejoong.
Jaejoong pulled away with a gasp, shuddering.
Yoochun frowned, but understood. He’d have to work hard to build up Jaejoong’s trust again.
“I trust you,” Jaejoong said, adamantly, although his voice was still soft. He moved and Yoochun loosened his hold. “I trust you,” he said and turned in Yoochun’s arms. He straddled Yoochun’s waist, arms around his neck. Their lips met a little more forcefully.
Yoochun shivered and let his mate control the speed of the kiss. They were both too weak for more, but a kiss was just what they both needed.
Let me wash and pamper you, my mate, Yoochun whispered.
Jaejoong pulled from the kiss and smiled. His eyes shut and he sighed. His speckled wings fluttered, and then he resettled against Yoochun, curled up in his embrace.
Part 32: Flights of Renewal
Part 30: Flights of Repetition
Part 29: Flights of Contention
Part 28: Flights of Flights
Part 27: Flights of Demands
Part 26: Flights of Compromise | Part 25: Flights of Progress | Part 24: Flights of Revival | Part 23: Flights of Regrouping | Part 22: Flights of Retreat | Part 21: Flights of Relaxation | Part 20: Flights of Revenge | Part 19: Flights of Indecision | Part 18: Flights of Planning | Part 17: Flights of Feeding | An Interlude: Flights of HoHo | Part 16: Flights of Realization | Part 15: Flights of Distractions | Part 14: Flights of Battles | Part 13: Flights of Obstacles | Part 12: Flights of Uncertainty | Part 11: Flights of Understanding | Part 10: Flights of Control | Part 9: Flights of Discovery | Part 8: Flights of Recovery | Part 7: Flights of Abduction | Part 6: Flights of Passion | Part 5: Flights of Suspicion | Part 4: Flights of Change | Part 3: Flights of Freedom | Part 2: Flights of Desperation | Part 1: Flights of Possession
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Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong, Changmin/Junsu, Junho/Yunho (implied Yunho/Changmin/Junsu) Many SuJu pairings
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Only in my little delusionall world does Yoochun have wings and fangs.
Summary: After centuries, Yoochun has finally found his mate in the human Jaejoong, but circumstances beyond his control are keeping them from being secure and happy.
A/N: This fic is for jirluvien who wanted a JaeChun vampire fic. I hope you like it! *huggles*
Poster credit goes to ponyboy! Thank you! It's gorgeous!
Part 31: Flights of Flames
Warning: Rough, violent sex ahead. Yoochun loses control.
An orange glow brightened the horizon.
Oh fuck, Changmin muttered. It was echoed around the Avixiary.
Yoochun felt his heart lurch, and Jaejoong’s feelings were there to comfort him. There was no need to fly closer. Changmin’s mental calls to the Avixiary in Daejeon hit nothing and just stopped.
Fly high, Changmin suddenly said. It could be a trap. The crackling of the flames could easily disguise the sound of helicopter blades.
Yoochun flew with the others; the wind took his tears and ripped them from his cheeks.
Changmin sent messages to Kangta and Hyesung, telling them of the tragedy. They reported back that everything was normal at Cheonan and Daegu.
We will meet you at the rendezvous, since there is no reason for us to be here.
They hovered hundreds of feet in the air. This high, they were all able to see that there were no helicopters waiting for them. The fire looked innocent, like nothing more than a natural forest fire.
Yoochun’s heart broke as he thought of his friends. Yunho and Junsu came close to him and their hands linked. It’d been their compound and their friends, and Yoochun thought of young Taemin who had helped him take care of Jaejoong.
Raging, Changmin ripped through a pack on Junsu’s back. He dug out a video camera, and pointed it to the carnage. He flew down, taping it all, the flames and the obvious concrete wall surrounding the compound. The trees burned brightly, but not as brightly as the glow of metal. There were areas where the flames had cleared and they all saw piles of bones and twisted bars of metal. Changmin filmed for as long as he could, and as close as he could stand the heat.
Ache ran through all the Avixiary. Leeteuk started humming in grief, and soon all the Avixiary echoed it. They flew in the pattern to mourn the loss of so many, instinct taking them, guiding them through the flight. Yoochun took up his place, only slightly aware of Changmin filming their sad dance in the air. Yoochun flew until he couldn’t anymore, until the ache in his heart was so much that it took all his energy just to stay aloft and not throw himself in the flames and die with his comrades.
Junsu flew in front of him, frowning, and Yoochun grabbed him, held him close and buried his face in Junsu’s neck to cry. Arms wrapped around his back, supporting him in the air and then more and more crowded around, a group of Avixiary, flying and hugging and crooning for those that were lost.
Let’s get out of here, Changmin said.
They broke apart slowly, and with one last look at the flames, Yoochun followed after the Avixiary. The flight back was somber, empty, and only Jaejoong’s touch on his soul kept Yoochun going. Empty, numb and cold, Yoochun landed, stumbling on the uneven ground. Jaejoong flew to his arms.
The Avixiary did not move after landing, waiting until the first wave of newly freed Avixiary came to the cave to be de-transmitted. Everything was quiet, no longer a celebration of life. The release of the Avixiary in Cheonan and Daegu proceeded as planned. Just after midnight, without actually talking, Changmin led the Avixiary, now over a thousand strong, south, toward the last three compounds.
But their hearts were too heavy, their feelings to torn, to fly quickly, and halfway, they were forced to find trees and sleep through the day.
When the sun finally set, Changmin set out new orders. They were close to the compound at Gwangju, and flew there. With so many of them, the humans did not even put up a fight. After Gwangju, they split, five hundred going to the small compound outside of Mokpo and the others going to the larger one at Busan. The same happened there, after seeing so many Avixary in the skies. The humans guarding them peacefully let them free.
The celebration of all Avixiary being freed was muted. The Southern forests provided plenty of cover for all the Avixiary, and they spread out, free to relax until the sun rose.
In another bunker, Changmin paced, thinking and muttering to himself. Yoochun watched, but then took Jaejoong to a room. They were no longer crowded and did not have to share, but they did anyway, crawling into the bed where Junho and Yunho lay together.
Junho had his arms wrapped around Yunho’s shuddering body, and Yoochun joined him, pressing comforting kisses to his neck and shoulder. Many of those murdered Avixiary had been Yunho and Junsu’s friends since they were little. Yunho fell asleep between them, and Yoochun moved away from the pair to curl up with his own mate. Jaejoong’s human friends, his family, had been killed as well.
I love you, Yoochun whispered.
Jaejoong smiled and pressed a small kiss to his lips. I love you.
But Yoochun did not want small, or comforting, he wanted to forget, for a moment anyway. Jaejoong felt his need, felt his wish and easily loosened the ties of his shirt. Yoochun peeled the shirt off and spread his wings.
“Oh, hell, really?” Junho said.
Yoochun turned half-red eyes to him and smiled, flashing fangs. “Yes, really.”
Jaejoong shivered beneath him.
Junho rolled his eyes and roused his mate.
Yoochun turned his attention back to Jaejoong, not caring if they stayed or left. He licked at Jaejoong’s taut neck, over and over the cords and skin.
Yoo-Yoochun,.
Yoochun ignored the pleading in his mate’s mind. He scraped his fangs over the flushed skin, inhaling deeply as blood rushed to the cuts, spilling over, staining the flesh white and soaking into the collar of his shirt. Yoochun watched it for only a moment, and then lapped it up.
Jaejoong whimpered from the sting. His fingers clawed at Yoochun’s back.
With a growl, Yoochun grabbed his wrists and forced them above Jaejoong’s head. He held them tightly in one hand and used his other to rip a strip of cloth from Jaejoong’s shirt. He bound his hands together and then tied them to the bed frame.
“Yoochun!”
Yoochun hissed, eyes bright red.
A tremor of actual fear threaded through their link, and Yoochun ignored it. He took another scrap of cloth and shoved it into Jaejoong’s mouth. He gurgled around it, but did not try to spit it out.
Yoochun sat back, pinning his legs. His wings spread their full span and he finished tearing his mate’s clothes. Jaejoong’s body arched, and he cried out when Yoochun caught skin with his nails. With a feral growl, Yoochun fell to his mate’s body, licking at the scratches before adding more with his fangs, deeper, reaching and tearing. Blood filled his senses. He saw nothing but red, tasted nothing but fear-laced copper, smelled nothing but tangy life, felt nothing but the liquid on his palms, heard nothing but the hammering of Jaejoong’s heart.
His own body burned, an internal flame of need to possess, feed, control and hurt. It trickled over his skin and made his wings shudder.
A small voice entered his mind and he hastily shut it up, slamming control down on his mate, and he continued devouring him in more than one way.
He sank his fangs in the bend at his hip and growled seeing his mate’s lack of pleasure. Again, he threw his control, full force and made blood flow and build. He sucked hard, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of blood as wave after wave of pleasure caused his mate to come again and again. His mate’s screams twisted down his skin, blurring it over and over.
Yoochun growled again and sat back. He admired the bloodied body for only a moment and then easily picked him up and flipped him over. His mate had the audacity to try to crawl away, and Yoochun yanked control of his mind again. He spanked him, leaving bloodied handprints on each cheek and then each thigh. He gripped those mounds of ass and forced his cock inside. The body tightened around him, clenching and so perfect. Yoochun threw his head back and crooned, claiming his mate.
When there was no answering call, Yoochun bared his fangs, leaned over the pliant body and bit down between his wings. He drank more and more, waiting and then finally hearing/feeling/touching the whimper of a sub call. Yoochun growled, calling him again, and his mate barely answered. Yoochun let the pleasure fly through him and over and over, he filled his mate’s body with come.
Moments later, the body beneath him went slack.
Irritated, Yoochun reached for control again. Before he could get there, a body slammed into his side, and then another joined it. He fought with them, worried about his mate being taken, but they had caught him by surprise.
Freezing cold water splashed over him and Yoochun yelped.
“God damn it, you weakling, are you trying to turn him again?”
Yoochun blinked, and then blinked again. The red in his vision refused to release him. More water splashed in his face and he stopped fighting those on top of him (Changmin and Yunho) and felt for Jaejoong.
The pulse of his essence was weak. Pain and fear still leaked from Jaejoong, even though he was unconscious.
“What the hell were you thinking?” Changmin demanded and smacked him.
Yoochun jerked and grabbed Changmin’s wrist as he tried to smack him again. “I wasn’t.”
“Obviously. Molted.”
The essence grew, the heart beat faster and Yoochun looked over, saw Jaejoong attached to Junsu, drinking from him. The bedspread and walls were covered in blood.
“Jaejoong is not strong enough for you to do that to,” Changmin continued.
“I know that.”
“Sure as hell didn’t look like it, fuck you almost killed him.”
Yoochun shut his eyes, and realized just how right Changmin was. He shoved Changmin. “Get off me.”
“No.”
“Get off me, I’m fine now.”
“You’re insane.”
Jaejoong’s essence suddenly flared, reaching for him, and Yoochun grabbed it like a lifeline. He’d never felt it shudder so much, so full of confusion and pain. Yoochun kept his eyes shut and shoved Changmin again. This time the other moved, and Yoochun crawled across the floor to the bed. He climbed up gingerly.
When he touched Jaejoong’s arm, the other curled away from him, whimpering mentally and trying to shut himself off.
Yoochun’s heart broke and he grabbed his mate and pulled him into his arms, voice and soul and heart full of apologies. The only time he’d lost control like that was when he first fed from Jaejoong, almost ten years ago. But that had been nothing like this. If Jaejoong had still been human, Yoochun would have killed him. He continued to apologize and throw love at his mate, watching carefully as the wounds he inflicted stopped bleeding and stitched themselves up.
Jaejoong clawed at him, panicked in his unconscious state.
I’m so sorry, my darling, please forgive me, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. You’re okay now. I love you. You’re okay. Please, calm down. Please.
Fangs peaked out of his mouth and cut his lips. Yoochun cradled the back of Jaejoong’s head and pressed his face to his neck. He winced as fangs bit down and Jaejoong sucked on him, swallowing mouthfuls of sustenance. His shivering lessened, but he stayed unconscious.
“So fucking stupid,” Changmin muttered, and Yoochun ignored him as he and Junsu left.
Yunho stayed for only another moment.
“I’m okay,” Yoochun told him. “Thank you.”
“How many is that you owe me?”
“None. I didn’t kill your mate when I should have.”
Yunho snorted, and then smiled as his eyes went glassy. “Junho says you’re right. I am forever indebted to you.”
“And I to you,” Yoochun said, breathing in the scent of his mate. “That’s twice you’ve saved him from me.”
“You’re just weak,” Yunho said and smiled.
“Where is the bathroom in this place?”
“Right across the hall actually.”
Yoochun nodded and very carefully pulled Jaejoong’s fangs from his neck. Jaejoong whimpered, but Yoochun whispered at him that they were going to take a bath. Yunho held the door open for them and Yoochun nodded his thanks.
“Now, I’m going back to what I left,” Yunho said. “Did you know that Changmin has rope in every single room?”
Yoochun laughed. “Yes, I knew that.”
Yunho held the door to the bathroom open for him, too. Yoochun held Jaejoong close as they entered. He didn’t want to put Jaejoong down. Luckily, the tub was sunken in and the electronic controls were low enough to use his feet. He hit the button to fill the tub with hot water and then waited for the tub to fill, still mentally cooing at Jaejoong.
He stepped into the tub gingerly, spreading his wings to keep from falling over. Jaejoong shivered in his arms as he lowered them into the water. Yoochun pressed kiss after kiss against his cheek and neck, rubbing his hand up and down his skin, washing the blood from him.
About five minutes later, Jaejoong regained consciousness. His shuddering lessened and he buried his face in Yoochun’s neck.
“I’m so sorry, my love.”
Jaejoong did not reply, but his lips pressed against Yoochun shoulder, and his soul calmed down enough to reach for him.
Yoochun held him tightly and let himself feel just how close he’d been to losing his mate. Jaejoong wasn’t the only one who had to get used to their mating; Yoochun too had to learn the hows and whens of their relationship. Tonight had been too close, too much, and too violent.
“I was really scared,” Jaejoong whispered suddenly.
“I know, baby. I’m sorry.”
Jaejoong tilted his head up, eyes wide and still slightly panicked. Yoochun hated to see it, and shut his eyes. He was not expecting the small kiss to his mouth, and he whimpered, tightening his arms around Jaejoong.
Jaejoong pulled away with a gasp, shuddering.
Yoochun frowned, but understood. He’d have to work hard to build up Jaejoong’s trust again.
“I trust you,” Jaejoong said, adamantly, although his voice was still soft. He moved and Yoochun loosened his hold. “I trust you,” he said and turned in Yoochun’s arms. He straddled Yoochun’s waist, arms around his neck. Their lips met a little more forcefully.
Yoochun shivered and let his mate control the speed of the kiss. They were both too weak for more, but a kiss was just what they both needed.
Let me wash and pamper you, my mate, Yoochun whispered.
Jaejoong pulled from the kiss and smiled. His eyes shut and he sighed. His speckled wings fluttered, and then he resettled against Yoochun, curled up in his embrace.
Part 32: Flights of Renewal
Part 30: Flights of Repetition
Part 29: Flights of Contention
Part 28: Flights of Flights
Part 27: Flights of Demands
Part 26: Flights of Compromise | Part 25: Flights of Progress | Part 24: Flights of Revival | Part 23: Flights of Regrouping | Part 22: Flights of Retreat | Part 21: Flights of Relaxation | Part 20: Flights of Revenge | Part 19: Flights of Indecision | Part 18: Flights of Planning | Part 17: Flights of Feeding | An Interlude: Flights of HoHo | Part 16: Flights of Realization | Part 15: Flights of Distractions | Part 14: Flights of Battles | Part 13: Flights of Obstacles | Part 12: Flights of Uncertainty | Part 11: Flights of Understanding | Part 10: Flights of Control | Part 9: Flights of Discovery | Part 8: Flights of Recovery | Part 7: Flights of Abduction | Part 6: Flights of Passion | Part 5: Flights of Suspicion | Part 4: Flights of Change | Part 3: Flights of Freedom | Part 2: Flights of Desperation | Part 1: Flights of Possession
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