Flights 34/34
Title: Flights 34/34
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*
WOW!!! THE LAST CHAPTER OF FLIGHTS!!! I never thought I'd make it here. I thought this fic would be never ending. I guess after a year it feels that way. Thank you so much for reading it all and for sticking with me and being patient with me. I love this fic so much, and if it weren't for all you people out there who also love it, I doubt I would have finished it! So THANK YOU! I LOVE YOU ALL!!! ♥♥♥♥♥
Poster credit goes to ponyboy! Thank you! It's gorgeous!
Part 34: Flights of Chocolate
A trill of laughter sounded to Yoochun’s right. He spun, but then realized he wasn’t sure if it was a mental laughter or not. Everything was dark, no moon in the sky, trees all around. And his mate was missing. Or at least hiding. It’d been so much easier finding Jaejoong when he was human and his heat signature showed up in his red vision.
It was reminiscent of Yoochun’s dreams, but instead of fear choking the link with his mate, playfulness bantered around his soul. He’d been sitting calmly in Changmin’s bunker, watching a news report on all the laws regarding Avixiary that had been reversed. Jaejoong had called him from outside, and Yoochun had only enough time to see Jaejoong run across the clearing and take off.
Come and get me, he’d prompted, and Yoochun was quick to chase after him.
Jaejoong was hiding. Somewhere. And unfortunately, he’d grown strong enough to block Yoochun from finding him easily. Yoochun would find him eventually.
A rush of wind caught his attention, and Yoochun launched himself from the tree branch, flying toward a pale blur in the dark, but it twisted and disappeared. Yoochun cursed.
You’re getting slack in your old age, Jaejoong taunted.
Yoochun snagged the thought just before Jaejoong slipped it away and he flew to his left, following the brief feeling. Jaejoong’s laughter swirled around him again and Yoochun caught sight of him, up higher, climbing, a blur against the dark sky. Yoochun spread his wings and chased after him. Jaejoong may have been letting himself get caught, but it didn’t mean Yoochun was going to go easy on him.
They climbed higher, Jaejoong’s wings beating hard and fast. The air turned cool and thin, and Jaejoong slowed. Yoochun worried for his mate for only a moment and then sped up, almost in reach.
Jaejoong folded his wings and dove, surprising Yoochun and shooting past him with more laughter. Yoochun growled and was quick to follow.
Again, just as Yoochun was about to catch him, Jaejoong’s wings unfurled and he snapped up, flying straight over the treetops.
Jaejoong, Yoochun said in exasperation. He received nothing but laughter.
Jaejoong turned on the speed, wings powerful in the night. Yoochun followed behind him, slowly gaining. And then, Jaejoong dropped, tucked into his body and fell. Yoochun panicked, and then followed as Jaejoong slipped into the trees. He led Yoochun on a dangerous chase, twisting and turning and rolling around tree trunks and branches.
Yoochun had just a moment to fill awed and proud at his mate’s dexterity and then Jaejoong dropped and landed on the ground, running without stopping. Yoochun continued flying, confident now that he’d catch his mate.
Jaejoong stopped suddenly, and Yoochun had to back-wing before slamming into a tree. He landed harshly, off balance and twisted to keep from falling over. He straightened and stalked to where his mate was leaning against a wide tree trunk. Jaejoong inspected his nails, like they hadn’t just been involved in a high speed chase.
Yoochun growled as he drew closer. Jaejoong looked up and smiled, and Yoochun pressed him against the tree, covering his mouth with his.
Jaejoong whimpered into the kiss, melting against Yoochun immediately. His arms went around Yoochun’s waist, fingers sliding through his shuddering wings. Yoochun pressed his hips firmly into Jaejoong, pinning him to the tree. He hummed, crooned in control, and Jaejoong’s soul and heart cowered, whimpering in submission.
You are getting faster, my love, Yoochun said, voice full of pride.
Jaejoong trilled and then tried to pull away from the demanding kiss.
No. I am not letting you go. Yoochun thrust against him.
Jaejoong whimpered, fingers digging into his lower back. He couldn’t talk or even think, but Yoochun understood the implied feelings and released Jaejoong’s lips and looked up, following his mate’s mental cues. Jaejoong panted harshly against his neck, trying to calm himself down.
At first he saw nothing but tree branches, and then his eyes picked up on the unnatural square of dark against the lighter tree shadows.
My love? Yoochun said.
Pictures flickered into his mind of wood and windows and branches and a soft bed full of blankets and pillows.
Junsu and Junho helped me. And the humans in town helped me pick out the linens.
Yoochun’s eyes widened. Jaejoong had built them a tree house, without Yoochun knowing? He put his arms around his mate and spread his wings. He jumped and flew them up into the tree.
You and Changmin and Yunho are gone with the Avixiary meetings in Daejeon a lot, Jaejoong explained.
I was wondering why Junsu didn’t protest too much about being left behind, Yoochun said with a smirk.
Jaejoong giggled.
Yoochun landed on a wide porch. It wrapped around the tree house. There were windows and a wide doorway and a landing platform. Yoochun scooped his mate into his arms and carried him into the single room. There were two wardrobes, two nightstands, and a huge bed complete with wooden posts and a canopy. On the other side of large room was a seating area with a table and two armchairs. Everything was done in shades of blue, green and brown. The bed posts were tree trunks, still with bark on them. The canopy was layer of layer of sheer blue and green, forming a well-protected cavern.
“It’s beautiful, my love,” Yoochun whispered and went toward the bed.
Jaejoong smiled up at him and their lips met just as Yoochun lowered him to the soft mattress. The kiss was soft, open mouths, shared breaths. Yoochun kissed his love, just kissed him, for almost an hour. Jaejoong’s patience had developed over the last year, but he was still young and grew impatient for more. They had eternity, or what felt like an eternity together. Yoochun smiled against his lips.
“What do you want, my darling?” Yoochun whispered.
“Everything.”
Yoochun laughed. “So selfish.”
Jaejoong smiled and tilted his head back. Yoochun followed his gaze and laughed harder. Length after length of plain white rope hung from metal eyelets on the walls.
Later, love, Yoochun whispered. He kissed Jaejoong again, sucking his lips into his mouth to bite on them.
Jaejoong moaned and arched his body up.
Yoochun had more patience, too. It was easier for him to ignore Jaejoong’s pleadings and take his time. Peel clothes off instead of rip them, lather skin with love instead of greed. It was easier to take his time and please his mate, over and over, without the need to control or force it. It was easier to build the passion to a frenzy, even if it was a slower, needier more powerful frenzy. And it was easier to do it all night, slip into his mate’s eager body even as it slumped into unconsciousness. Easy to move and fuck him in their new bed, and fall against him, buried deep, as the sun rose over the trees.
v-v
Yoochun inhaled deeply, smelling nothing but his mate’s skin. The air still held a bit of heat from the day, but as the sky went from gray to black, it cooled rapidly. Jaejoong remained asleep. Yoochun took another deep breath. His body was sore from going unconscious in this position. He rolled his hips, shivering as his cock slipped around his mate’s body. He did it again, and his cock grew hard as he moved slowly in and out.
Jaejoong moaned below him, teetering on the edge of consciousness.
Yoochun wanted him tied up before he got there. He carefully pulled out, smiling as the remnants of the previous nights activities dripped out of Jaejoong’s body. He took Jaejoong's wrists and lifted his hands above his head. His mate moaned again, hips moving. He tied Jaejoong up with the silk rope, knotting it tightly so it would leave burn marks if Jaejoong pulled too hard. And Yoochun wanted him to pull hard.
He gripped one of Jaejoong’s ankles and lifted his leg. He quickly secured it to the wall also and then did the other one. Leaving him bent in half and spread open.
“Yoochun,” Jaejoong muttered.
Yoochun shushed him. He started at Jaejoong's neck and kissed and bit down his body. Just below his nipple, he slid his fangs under Jaejoong’s skin. His mate cried out, arching and pulling at his restraints. Yoochun swallowed just two mouthfuls of blood, and then moved to another spot. He left little nips all along Jaejoong’s skin. He squeezed them before they could close over. His pale body was soon covered in tiny rivulets of blood.
“You are so beautiful,” Yoochun whispered and pressed a bloody kiss to Jaejoong’s lips.
Jaejoong’s eyes were half-lidded with lust. His mouth hung open, breathing harsh. Every inch of his skin was pebbled with need.
Yoochun sat back on his knees. He stroked his cock and pushed two fingers easily into his lover.
Jaejoong whimpered, trying to move. Yoochun scooped up his come and then let Jaejoong lick his fingers clean.
Yoochun, please, Jaejoong whimpered.
A picture filled Yoochun’s mind and he threw his head back and laughed. “Oh, my mate, I love you.”
Jaejoong gave him a tired smile. Yoochun pressed a kiss to the back of his thigh and then climbed off the bed. He went to the table across the room and opened the drawer. Inside were four bars of chocolate and a tube of chocolate icing. Yoochun took them all back to the bed. He unwrapped one bar and broke a piece off and fed it to Jaejoong.
Jaejoong whimpered as his lips closed around the treat, and he licked at Yoochun’s fingers.
Yoochun laughed. He crushed the rest of the bar in his hands and sprinkled the tiny pieces all over his mate’s body. The pieces stuck to heated flesh and started melting immediately. Yoochun licked his lips and then dropped down to lick it all up. The chocolate blended with the blood, and Yoochun systematically licked and sucked on Jaejoong’s body until every bit of chocolate was gone.
Jaejoong moaned and shivered under the treatment, his brain too far into pleasure to actually say anything. His breaths were labored and echoed around them.
Yoochun took the tube of frosting next. He poured a generous amount right on his throbbing erection. With a hand on the wall for support, he lifted himself up, wings spread for balance and pointed his erection at Jaejoong’s mouth.
Jaejoong whined eagerly, opening up for the chocolate covered treat. His tongue lapped at the head and then curled around the crown. Yoochun thrust forward, pushing it deep into Jaejoong’s throat. He swallowed roughly, almost gagging and then Yoochun pulled back. He took the tube and squeezed it, covering Jaejoong’s face in chocolate.
Tastes so good, Jaejoong whimpered, and tried to swallow more.
Yoochun cupped the back of Jaejoong’s head with sticky fingers. He found a comfortable angle and slipped his cock deep into Jaejoong’s throat again. Jaejoong whispered for more and Yoochun sped up, over and over, in and out of that mouth, pretty lips covered in dripping chocolate. Yoochun shut his eyes against the erotic, delicious sight, but Jaejoong moaned in protest and mentally begged him to watch.
Yoochun opened his eyes and lowered his chin. He watched as his mate took him deep and eagerly, his tongue running over his cock, sucking up the chocolate. He wasn’t close to coming, not yet, but every time he tried to pull away, Jaejoong whimpered in protest, so Yoochun kept thrusting, fucking his mate’s throat until his face pressed to Yoochun’s body.
You’re not going to be able to talk, Yoochun warned him, speeding up, hitting deeper and harder.
Jaejoong moaned. That’s what telepathy is for.
Yoochun chuckled. You want more?
Please, please, so much more.
Yoochun nodded. He readjusted, knees against Jaejoong’s shoulders for support. His mate’s limbs were already numb from their position. He grabbed Jaejoong’s hair with both hands, twisting it in his fingers, and then he fucked his face, hard and rough, deep and never ending, over and over. His mate gagged, and gagged again, but took the abuse. Yoochun’s orgasm coiled low in his stomach, teasing as the head of his cock slipped over the roof of Jaejoong’s mouth and down his throat. A sudden sharp pain had his pleasure skyrocketing, and Yoochun cried out, speeding more. Jaejoong’s fangs snagged on him again and the scent of blood overpowered the chocolate for a moment.
So … so good, tastes … come, please, please, Jaejoong begged. I want to taste it all.
His mate’s throat convulsed as he swallowed the fluids and Yoochun moaned. The pain swirled with the pleasure, and the teasing orgasm whipped through him. He threw a hand to the wall, held Jaejoong’s face to his body and shuddered out his release deep in his mate’s throat. The orgasm was so strong that his vision went black for a moment. His hips continued to move, slow steady, until Jaejoong whimpered.
Gingerly, Yoochun pulled his spent cock from his mate’s mouth.
“So … good,” Jaejoong said, voice rough and deep. He licked his lips clear of come, blood and chocolate.
Yoochun moved down his body and kissed him, tasting what Jaejoong tasted.
I love you, Yoochun said and carefully pulled away.
Jaejoong smiled. I love you.
The small cuts from before had healed over. Yoochun shook his head. “This just won’t do.” He leaned down again, eyes flickering red, and opened the wounds again, a little deeper. Jaejoong’s full cock jerked against his cheek. Yoochun sucked it into his mouth, without retracting his fangs, and he swallowed blood as it flowed into his mouth.
Jaejoong whimpered, body jerking, as his orgasm crashed through him. Yoochun smiled and let his erection fall from his mouth as Jaejoong pumped his release onto his stomach. Yoochun lapped at the blood and come, humming in contentment.
Jaejoong sighed and tried to relax his straining limbs.
Are you okay? Yoochun asked, lips against the back of his thigh. It twitched under the attention.
No. I need you inside me.
Yoochun chuckled. “Okay, my love.” Yoochun released the bindings despite Jaejoong’s whimpers. He laughed again and took light control of Jaejoong’s mind. Enough to control, but not enough to injure.
Roll over, Yoochun said, voice full of authority.
Jaejoong shivered and rolled over.
Yoochun unthreaded the rope from the eyelets on the wall. He tied a large knot in the middle of one and used it to gag his mate. Jaejoong hummed in submission, body shaking harder as pleasure filled him. The next rope Yoochun tied in a noose around Jaejoong’s neck. His wrists were wonderfully marked, and he wanted one on his neck too. He attached that rope to the wall. He slipped another rope underneath that one and yanked it back. He left a series of knots along it and then wrapped up the base of Jaejoong’s wings forcing them to spread. With another command, Jaejoong put his arms on the bed, hands behind him, and gripped his ankles. Yoochun wrapped them up again, together and secure. The last rope he wound around Jaejoong’s spread thighs. He tied another large knot with the two ends and left it pressed against Jaejoong’s used entrance.
Jaejoong whimpered and shifted his legs. The knot slipped inside him and his body closed around it. Yoochun used two fingers to push it deeper and the ropes chaffed against his skin.
Fuck! Jaejoong suddenly shouted.
Yoochun laughed and leaned over his body. He did the same as he had the front and left little nicks along his skin, forcing them to bleed until his body was slipping with red.
“I love using your body as a canvas, my mate,” Yoochun whispered and traced patterns in the blood.
Jaejoong shivered and mentally begged Yoochun to fuck him. It was so hard to deny his mate like this, but Yoochun waited. He unwrapped another chocolate bar and slid it around Jaejoong’s skin. He ate the piece and then another one. With a firm grip on Jaejoong’s ass, he swirled a piece of chocolate around his entrance, making room for it next to the rope.
Yoochun, please, please. Jaejoong hummed low in submission, begging through their link with his soul.
Yoochun reached around him and pressed the chocolate past the gag in his mouth. Jaejoong convulsed and then ate the chocolate with another whimper.
“Does your blood taste good, my love?”
Jaejoong nodded, the movement pulling the noose tightly. He gasped and tried to breath, and his body convulsed.
Yoochun hummed, notes dropping and Jaejoong answered his call. Yoochun ran his hands over his bound thighs, cupped his ass and spread it open. The knot in his ass was soaked with blood. He pulled the ropes, tugging until the knot was out and to the side. He pressed his body against Jaejoong’s, teasing his used body with his erection.
Jaejoong whimpered and tried to thrust back.
Yoochun snagged control of his mind with a sharp reprimand and Jaejoong hummed in submission. Yoochun leaned over his body and licked at his skin between his wings. Jaejoong thrummed with anticipation, trying to hold still. With a smile, Yoochun shifted his hips. His cock easily slipped into Jaejoong’s body and his fangs easily slipped under his skin.
Jaejoong keened, back bowing in, wings fluttering.
Yoochun drank deeply. Last night, they’d had patient and slow. And now, Yoochun was out of patience. He snapped his hips forward, pounding into Jaejoong’s body quivering body. With barely a thought, he touched the pleasure in Jaejoong’s soul and made him come over and over. Jaejoong’s loose entrance spasmed around him, and Yoochun moaned, humming and claiming his mate as his orgasm twisted through him, and he pumped his release into Jaejoong.
It took a long time for him to calm down enough to withdraw both his fangs and his cock from his mate, not that he wanted to.
Jaejoong was limp, back rising with heavy breaths.
Yoochun whispered praise at him as he slowly unwound the ropes from his body. Jaejoong smiled, eyes shut as he cooed in submission.
Even though he was still a little weak, Yoochun gathered his mate in his arms. He opened his wings, took a few steps and jumped, snapping his wings up and down. He flew up, above the trees, going west to a small pond. The water was cold, but sufficient to clean the blood, chocolate and come from their bodies. Jaejoong barely stayed conscious, but smiled through the gentle bath and touches Yoochun peppered his body with.
Carefully, he flew them back to their tree house. Their tree house. Not a space they had to share with others, but their own sanctuary in the world. Yoochun settled Jaejoong in an arm chair and quickly changed the coverings on the bed. He went back to his mate and picked him up and carried him to bed. They climbed under the covers and Jaejoong curled up against him, sighing in contentment.
I love you so much for doing this for us, Yoochun said, nuzzling his mate’s neck.
Changmin made me, Jaejoong replied with a smile. He was getting tired of us in his space.
Yoochun snorted.
I told him it was fine, that I’d do it, but then he couldn’t bother you for at least a month. No meetings, no questions, no nothing. You’re mine for a full month.
Yoochun pressed a kiss to his lips. I’m yours forever, my mate. Yours to hold and love and touch. I love you forever.
Jaejoong hummed in agreement, fingers carding through Yoochun’s feathers. I love you, too. Forever and ever.
THE END
Part 33: Flights of Friendship
Part 32: Flights of Renewal
Part 31: Flights of Flames
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*
WOW!!! THE LAST CHAPTER OF FLIGHTS!!! I never thought I'd make it here. I thought this fic would be never ending. I guess after a year it feels that way. Thank you so much for reading it all and for sticking with me and being patient with me. I love this fic so much, and if it weren't for all you people out there who also love it, I doubt I would have finished it! So THANK YOU! I LOVE YOU ALL!!! ♥♥♥♥♥
Poster credit goes to ponyboy! Thank you! It's gorgeous!
Part 34: Flights of Chocolate
A trill of laughter sounded to Yoochun’s right. He spun, but then realized he wasn’t sure if it was a mental laughter or not. Everything was dark, no moon in the sky, trees all around. And his mate was missing. Or at least hiding. It’d been so much easier finding Jaejoong when he was human and his heat signature showed up in his red vision.
It was reminiscent of Yoochun’s dreams, but instead of fear choking the link with his mate, playfulness bantered around his soul. He’d been sitting calmly in Changmin’s bunker, watching a news report on all the laws regarding Avixiary that had been reversed. Jaejoong had called him from outside, and Yoochun had only enough time to see Jaejoong run across the clearing and take off.
Come and get me, he’d prompted, and Yoochun was quick to chase after him.
Jaejoong was hiding. Somewhere. And unfortunately, he’d grown strong enough to block Yoochun from finding him easily. Yoochun would find him eventually.
A rush of wind caught his attention, and Yoochun launched himself from the tree branch, flying toward a pale blur in the dark, but it twisted and disappeared. Yoochun cursed.
You’re getting slack in your old age, Jaejoong taunted.
Yoochun snagged the thought just before Jaejoong slipped it away and he flew to his left, following the brief feeling. Jaejoong’s laughter swirled around him again and Yoochun caught sight of him, up higher, climbing, a blur against the dark sky. Yoochun spread his wings and chased after him. Jaejoong may have been letting himself get caught, but it didn’t mean Yoochun was going to go easy on him.
They climbed higher, Jaejoong’s wings beating hard and fast. The air turned cool and thin, and Jaejoong slowed. Yoochun worried for his mate for only a moment and then sped up, almost in reach.
Jaejoong folded his wings and dove, surprising Yoochun and shooting past him with more laughter. Yoochun growled and was quick to follow.
Again, just as Yoochun was about to catch him, Jaejoong’s wings unfurled and he snapped up, flying straight over the treetops.
Jaejoong, Yoochun said in exasperation. He received nothing but laughter.
Jaejoong turned on the speed, wings powerful in the night. Yoochun followed behind him, slowly gaining. And then, Jaejoong dropped, tucked into his body and fell. Yoochun panicked, and then followed as Jaejoong slipped into the trees. He led Yoochun on a dangerous chase, twisting and turning and rolling around tree trunks and branches.
Yoochun had just a moment to fill awed and proud at his mate’s dexterity and then Jaejoong dropped and landed on the ground, running without stopping. Yoochun continued flying, confident now that he’d catch his mate.
Jaejoong stopped suddenly, and Yoochun had to back-wing before slamming into a tree. He landed harshly, off balance and twisted to keep from falling over. He straightened and stalked to where his mate was leaning against a wide tree trunk. Jaejoong inspected his nails, like they hadn’t just been involved in a high speed chase.
Yoochun growled as he drew closer. Jaejoong looked up and smiled, and Yoochun pressed him against the tree, covering his mouth with his.
Jaejoong whimpered into the kiss, melting against Yoochun immediately. His arms went around Yoochun’s waist, fingers sliding through his shuddering wings. Yoochun pressed his hips firmly into Jaejoong, pinning him to the tree. He hummed, crooned in control, and Jaejoong’s soul and heart cowered, whimpering in submission.
You are getting faster, my love, Yoochun said, voice full of pride.
Jaejoong trilled and then tried to pull away from the demanding kiss.
No. I am not letting you go. Yoochun thrust against him.
Jaejoong whimpered, fingers digging into his lower back. He couldn’t talk or even think, but Yoochun understood the implied feelings and released Jaejoong’s lips and looked up, following his mate’s mental cues. Jaejoong panted harshly against his neck, trying to calm himself down.
At first he saw nothing but tree branches, and then his eyes picked up on the unnatural square of dark against the lighter tree shadows.
My love? Yoochun said.
Pictures flickered into his mind of wood and windows and branches and a soft bed full of blankets and pillows.
Junsu and Junho helped me. And the humans in town helped me pick out the linens.
Yoochun’s eyes widened. Jaejoong had built them a tree house, without Yoochun knowing? He put his arms around his mate and spread his wings. He jumped and flew them up into the tree.
You and Changmin and Yunho are gone with the Avixiary meetings in Daejeon a lot, Jaejoong explained.
I was wondering why Junsu didn’t protest too much about being left behind, Yoochun said with a smirk.
Jaejoong giggled.
Yoochun landed on a wide porch. It wrapped around the tree house. There were windows and a wide doorway and a landing platform. Yoochun scooped his mate into his arms and carried him into the single room. There were two wardrobes, two nightstands, and a huge bed complete with wooden posts and a canopy. On the other side of large room was a seating area with a table and two armchairs. Everything was done in shades of blue, green and brown. The bed posts were tree trunks, still with bark on them. The canopy was layer of layer of sheer blue and green, forming a well-protected cavern.
“It’s beautiful, my love,” Yoochun whispered and went toward the bed.
Jaejoong smiled up at him and their lips met just as Yoochun lowered him to the soft mattress. The kiss was soft, open mouths, shared breaths. Yoochun kissed his love, just kissed him, for almost an hour. Jaejoong’s patience had developed over the last year, but he was still young and grew impatient for more. They had eternity, or what felt like an eternity together. Yoochun smiled against his lips.
“What do you want, my darling?” Yoochun whispered.
“Everything.”
Yoochun laughed. “So selfish.”
Jaejoong smiled and tilted his head back. Yoochun followed his gaze and laughed harder. Length after length of plain white rope hung from metal eyelets on the walls.
Later, love, Yoochun whispered. He kissed Jaejoong again, sucking his lips into his mouth to bite on them.
Jaejoong moaned and arched his body up.
Yoochun had more patience, too. It was easier for him to ignore Jaejoong’s pleadings and take his time. Peel clothes off instead of rip them, lather skin with love instead of greed. It was easier to take his time and please his mate, over and over, without the need to control or force it. It was easier to build the passion to a frenzy, even if it was a slower, needier more powerful frenzy. And it was easier to do it all night, slip into his mate’s eager body even as it slumped into unconsciousness. Easy to move and fuck him in their new bed, and fall against him, buried deep, as the sun rose over the trees.
v-v
Yoochun inhaled deeply, smelling nothing but his mate’s skin. The air still held a bit of heat from the day, but as the sky went from gray to black, it cooled rapidly. Jaejoong remained asleep. Yoochun took another deep breath. His body was sore from going unconscious in this position. He rolled his hips, shivering as his cock slipped around his mate’s body. He did it again, and his cock grew hard as he moved slowly in and out.
Jaejoong moaned below him, teetering on the edge of consciousness.
Yoochun wanted him tied up before he got there. He carefully pulled out, smiling as the remnants of the previous nights activities dripped out of Jaejoong’s body. He took Jaejoong's wrists and lifted his hands above his head. His mate moaned again, hips moving. He tied Jaejoong up with the silk rope, knotting it tightly so it would leave burn marks if Jaejoong pulled too hard. And Yoochun wanted him to pull hard.
He gripped one of Jaejoong’s ankles and lifted his leg. He quickly secured it to the wall also and then did the other one. Leaving him bent in half and spread open.
“Yoochun,” Jaejoong muttered.
Yoochun shushed him. He started at Jaejoong's neck and kissed and bit down his body. Just below his nipple, he slid his fangs under Jaejoong’s skin. His mate cried out, arching and pulling at his restraints. Yoochun swallowed just two mouthfuls of blood, and then moved to another spot. He left little nips all along Jaejoong’s skin. He squeezed them before they could close over. His pale body was soon covered in tiny rivulets of blood.
“You are so beautiful,” Yoochun whispered and pressed a bloody kiss to Jaejoong’s lips.
Jaejoong’s eyes were half-lidded with lust. His mouth hung open, breathing harsh. Every inch of his skin was pebbled with need.
Yoochun sat back on his knees. He stroked his cock and pushed two fingers easily into his lover.
Jaejoong whimpered, trying to move. Yoochun scooped up his come and then let Jaejoong lick his fingers clean.
Yoochun, please, Jaejoong whimpered.
A picture filled Yoochun’s mind and he threw his head back and laughed. “Oh, my mate, I love you.”
Jaejoong gave him a tired smile. Yoochun pressed a kiss to the back of his thigh and then climbed off the bed. He went to the table across the room and opened the drawer. Inside were four bars of chocolate and a tube of chocolate icing. Yoochun took them all back to the bed. He unwrapped one bar and broke a piece off and fed it to Jaejoong.
Jaejoong whimpered as his lips closed around the treat, and he licked at Yoochun’s fingers.
Yoochun laughed. He crushed the rest of the bar in his hands and sprinkled the tiny pieces all over his mate’s body. The pieces stuck to heated flesh and started melting immediately. Yoochun licked his lips and then dropped down to lick it all up. The chocolate blended with the blood, and Yoochun systematically licked and sucked on Jaejoong’s body until every bit of chocolate was gone.
Jaejoong moaned and shivered under the treatment, his brain too far into pleasure to actually say anything. His breaths were labored and echoed around them.
Yoochun took the tube of frosting next. He poured a generous amount right on his throbbing erection. With a hand on the wall for support, he lifted himself up, wings spread for balance and pointed his erection at Jaejoong’s mouth.
Jaejoong whined eagerly, opening up for the chocolate covered treat. His tongue lapped at the head and then curled around the crown. Yoochun thrust forward, pushing it deep into Jaejoong’s throat. He swallowed roughly, almost gagging and then Yoochun pulled back. He took the tube and squeezed it, covering Jaejoong’s face in chocolate.
Tastes so good, Jaejoong whimpered, and tried to swallow more.
Yoochun cupped the back of Jaejoong’s head with sticky fingers. He found a comfortable angle and slipped his cock deep into Jaejoong’s throat again. Jaejoong whispered for more and Yoochun sped up, over and over, in and out of that mouth, pretty lips covered in dripping chocolate. Yoochun shut his eyes against the erotic, delicious sight, but Jaejoong moaned in protest and mentally begged him to watch.
Yoochun opened his eyes and lowered his chin. He watched as his mate took him deep and eagerly, his tongue running over his cock, sucking up the chocolate. He wasn’t close to coming, not yet, but every time he tried to pull away, Jaejoong whimpered in protest, so Yoochun kept thrusting, fucking his mate’s throat until his face pressed to Yoochun’s body.
You’re not going to be able to talk, Yoochun warned him, speeding up, hitting deeper and harder.
Jaejoong moaned. That’s what telepathy is for.
Yoochun chuckled. You want more?
Please, please, so much more.
Yoochun nodded. He readjusted, knees against Jaejoong’s shoulders for support. His mate’s limbs were already numb from their position. He grabbed Jaejoong’s hair with both hands, twisting it in his fingers, and then he fucked his face, hard and rough, deep and never ending, over and over. His mate gagged, and gagged again, but took the abuse. Yoochun’s orgasm coiled low in his stomach, teasing as the head of his cock slipped over the roof of Jaejoong’s mouth and down his throat. A sudden sharp pain had his pleasure skyrocketing, and Yoochun cried out, speeding more. Jaejoong’s fangs snagged on him again and the scent of blood overpowered the chocolate for a moment.
So … so good, tastes … come, please, please, Jaejoong begged. I want to taste it all.
His mate’s throat convulsed as he swallowed the fluids and Yoochun moaned. The pain swirled with the pleasure, and the teasing orgasm whipped through him. He threw a hand to the wall, held Jaejoong’s face to his body and shuddered out his release deep in his mate’s throat. The orgasm was so strong that his vision went black for a moment. His hips continued to move, slow steady, until Jaejoong whimpered.
Gingerly, Yoochun pulled his spent cock from his mate’s mouth.
“So … good,” Jaejoong said, voice rough and deep. He licked his lips clear of come, blood and chocolate.
Yoochun moved down his body and kissed him, tasting what Jaejoong tasted.
I love you, Yoochun said and carefully pulled away.
Jaejoong smiled. I love you.
The small cuts from before had healed over. Yoochun shook his head. “This just won’t do.” He leaned down again, eyes flickering red, and opened the wounds again, a little deeper. Jaejoong’s full cock jerked against his cheek. Yoochun sucked it into his mouth, without retracting his fangs, and he swallowed blood as it flowed into his mouth.
Jaejoong whimpered, body jerking, as his orgasm crashed through him. Yoochun smiled and let his erection fall from his mouth as Jaejoong pumped his release onto his stomach. Yoochun lapped at the blood and come, humming in contentment.
Jaejoong sighed and tried to relax his straining limbs.
Are you okay? Yoochun asked, lips against the back of his thigh. It twitched under the attention.
No. I need you inside me.
Yoochun chuckled. “Okay, my love.” Yoochun released the bindings despite Jaejoong’s whimpers. He laughed again and took light control of Jaejoong’s mind. Enough to control, but not enough to injure.
Roll over, Yoochun said, voice full of authority.
Jaejoong shivered and rolled over.
Yoochun unthreaded the rope from the eyelets on the wall. He tied a large knot in the middle of one and used it to gag his mate. Jaejoong hummed in submission, body shaking harder as pleasure filled him. The next rope Yoochun tied in a noose around Jaejoong’s neck. His wrists were wonderfully marked, and he wanted one on his neck too. He attached that rope to the wall. He slipped another rope underneath that one and yanked it back. He left a series of knots along it and then wrapped up the base of Jaejoong’s wings forcing them to spread. With another command, Jaejoong put his arms on the bed, hands behind him, and gripped his ankles. Yoochun wrapped them up again, together and secure. The last rope he wound around Jaejoong’s spread thighs. He tied another large knot with the two ends and left it pressed against Jaejoong’s used entrance.
Jaejoong whimpered and shifted his legs. The knot slipped inside him and his body closed around it. Yoochun used two fingers to push it deeper and the ropes chaffed against his skin.
Fuck! Jaejoong suddenly shouted.
Yoochun laughed and leaned over his body. He did the same as he had the front and left little nicks along his skin, forcing them to bleed until his body was slipping with red.
“I love using your body as a canvas, my mate,” Yoochun whispered and traced patterns in the blood.
Jaejoong shivered and mentally begged Yoochun to fuck him. It was so hard to deny his mate like this, but Yoochun waited. He unwrapped another chocolate bar and slid it around Jaejoong’s skin. He ate the piece and then another one. With a firm grip on Jaejoong’s ass, he swirled a piece of chocolate around his entrance, making room for it next to the rope.
Yoochun, please, please. Jaejoong hummed low in submission, begging through their link with his soul.
Yoochun reached around him and pressed the chocolate past the gag in his mouth. Jaejoong convulsed and then ate the chocolate with another whimper.
“Does your blood taste good, my love?”
Jaejoong nodded, the movement pulling the noose tightly. He gasped and tried to breath, and his body convulsed.
Yoochun hummed, notes dropping and Jaejoong answered his call. Yoochun ran his hands over his bound thighs, cupped his ass and spread it open. The knot in his ass was soaked with blood. He pulled the ropes, tugging until the knot was out and to the side. He pressed his body against Jaejoong’s, teasing his used body with his erection.
Jaejoong whimpered and tried to thrust back.
Yoochun snagged control of his mind with a sharp reprimand and Jaejoong hummed in submission. Yoochun leaned over his body and licked at his skin between his wings. Jaejoong thrummed with anticipation, trying to hold still. With a smile, Yoochun shifted his hips. His cock easily slipped into Jaejoong’s body and his fangs easily slipped under his skin.
Jaejoong keened, back bowing in, wings fluttering.
Yoochun drank deeply. Last night, they’d had patient and slow. And now, Yoochun was out of patience. He snapped his hips forward, pounding into Jaejoong’s body quivering body. With barely a thought, he touched the pleasure in Jaejoong’s soul and made him come over and over. Jaejoong’s loose entrance spasmed around him, and Yoochun moaned, humming and claiming his mate as his orgasm twisted through him, and he pumped his release into Jaejoong.
It took a long time for him to calm down enough to withdraw both his fangs and his cock from his mate, not that he wanted to.
Jaejoong was limp, back rising with heavy breaths.
Yoochun whispered praise at him as he slowly unwound the ropes from his body. Jaejoong smiled, eyes shut as he cooed in submission.
Even though he was still a little weak, Yoochun gathered his mate in his arms. He opened his wings, took a few steps and jumped, snapping his wings up and down. He flew up, above the trees, going west to a small pond. The water was cold, but sufficient to clean the blood, chocolate and come from their bodies. Jaejoong barely stayed conscious, but smiled through the gentle bath and touches Yoochun peppered his body with.
Carefully, he flew them back to their tree house. Their tree house. Not a space they had to share with others, but their own sanctuary in the world. Yoochun settled Jaejoong in an arm chair and quickly changed the coverings on the bed. He went back to his mate and picked him up and carried him to bed. They climbed under the covers and Jaejoong curled up against him, sighing in contentment.
I love you so much for doing this for us, Yoochun said, nuzzling his mate’s neck.
Changmin made me, Jaejoong replied with a smile. He was getting tired of us in his space.
Yoochun snorted.
I told him it was fine, that I’d do it, but then he couldn’t bother you for at least a month. No meetings, no questions, no nothing. You’re mine for a full month.
Yoochun pressed a kiss to his lips. I’m yours forever, my mate. Yours to hold and love and touch. I love you forever.
Jaejoong hummed in agreement, fingers carding through Yoochun’s feathers. I love you, too. Forever and ever.
THE END
Part 33: Flights of Friendship
Part 32: Flights of Renewal
Part 31: Flights of Flames
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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