Wet Dream 3/7
Title: Wet Dream 3/7
Pairing: Micky/Hero (minor pairings: implied Yunho/Hero, implied Yoochun/Junsu)
Rating: Eventually NC-17 (PG-13 for this part)
Disclaimer: Another story that proves once again that they aren't mine.
Summary: Micky is the best at cleaning up other people's messes. He's not sure what to do when faced with something only in his dreams.
A/N: This fic is for rabanitchas who is the one who gave me the plot idea for it.
Poster credit goes to chunsangel once again. It's gorgeous!
Part 3: Rude Awakening
Micky didn’t see Hero for almost two weeks even though he spent an unusual amount of time sitting on the platforms, feet in the water. He hadn’t meant to be a pervert, but everything about Hero fascinated him, and he hadn’t meant to scare him off. He tried to think of different ways to get Hero’s attention (the most annoying would be to thunk a tennis ball off the glass) but Micky knew that if Hero didn’t want to be seen, then Hero would not be seen.
When Yunho called, Micky was almost desperate. Being alone never fazed him, but now, knowing what he was missing as a companion, he wanted to fix it.
“I upset him. And … I don’t know how to apologize,” Micky said as a hello.
Jung Yunho stayed quiet before saying with barely constrained anger, “Dare I ask what you did to upset him?”
Micky panicked, and knew he could not lie. “He showed me his body and I may have touched him. Well, not touched him but if he hadn’t practically ran away, I would have, and I … I didn’t meant to scare him or anything, he just …”
“Hero was abused by the man who I acquired him from. I’m not surprised that he’s run away from you. You didn’t touch him?”
“No, just his leg, but I wasn’t thinking and I probably would have. He’s intoxicating, Jung Yunho-shi.”
“Yes, he is. But don’t worry, I’ll take care of it and have something sent to appease him. Consider this a mark upon your work, Micky. A very bad, but a not-yet-life-threatening mark.”
Yunho ended the call, and Micky inhaled deeply.
Micky spent the night sitting at the foot of the bed in the master bedroom staring at the darkened water. This tank was the second largest, after the one in the main room. He’d hoped he’d catch a glimpse of Hero, but the merman stayed out of sight.
Changmin the Crab kept him company.
Just before dawn, Micky was startled alert by the doorbell. Micky blinked awake, and rose on stiff legs. He made his way out of the room and felt someone watching him, but when he turned around, the tank was empty.
The man at the door seemed a bit confused on why he was delivering three dozen roses, two bags of rose petals, and various other flowers so early in the morning. Micky signed for them, and after the man had left, read the note from Yunho.
My beauty loves flowers. They add a fresh scent to his water. Don’t do anything that will require me to buy more after you have left.
A foreign feeling of longing tightened Micky’s chest. after you have left. It sounded very ominous.
The thorns had been removed on the roses, and the flowers and petals came in all shades of colors. Micky wasn’t sure what to do with them, since they’d die in salt water and he’d be cleaning them out of the filters for days. But to see Hero again, it was worth it.
He hauled the bags of petals up the stairs first, found two central locations where they’d be carried by the currents in the water and dumped them out. They fluttered out and around, causing small ripples in the water. Micky waited a few minutes after dumping the first bag, but Hero did not show himself. He dumped the second bag, and then went back downstairs to wait for Hero’s breakfast.
Micky spent the next two days leaving flowers around the tank. Like the food, the flowers disappeared without giving Micky a glance at the receiver. He spent his nights sitting at the foot of the master bed, waiting and watching.
Maybe it was the lack of sleep that made Micky think he was dreaming when Hero finally showed himself, floating next to the glass wall across from him.
Micky stood up on shaky legs and staggered to the dark tank. The dim lights turned everything bluish green, and Micky put his hand on the glass, uncaring of the marks, not blinking, afraid that if he did, Hero would flit away from him again.
Hero watched, arms crossed, pouting.
“I’m sorry,” Micky whispered. The words caught in his throat, and he shut his eyes at the tightness in his chest. He leaned his forehead on the glass, breath fogging it over.
There was a thunk from the other side that Micky felt through the glass, and his eyes flew open. Hero flicked the glass again, and Micky took it for the reprimand it was and smiled and bowed his head.
Hero swam away, but not quickly, and Micky followed him, eyes never leaving him. Hero led him to the stairs, and Micky was quick to climb them, shucking his shirt as he went. He barely paused at the platform to take off his sweats, and Hero broke the surface of the water just as Micky sat to slip into it. He was there a moment later, arms around Micky’s waist, holding him as they spun slowly.
“I’m sorry,” Micky said to him this time, even if Hero didn’t understand. He said it over and over, arms around his neck tightly.
Micky had never cared about someone more than he did himself. Except his mother of course, but after she died, there was no one in his life. Maybe that was why he latched on to this merman so quickly. Maybe it was because Hero was all alone too.
Micky barely cared that he was in water, water so deep that he couldn’t reach the bottom of the tank. He trusted Hero to keep him afloat and he relaxed in the merman’s strong arms.
Micky had no idea how long they floated, and then Hero pulled away, and Micky clung to his arm, but Hero smiled in reassurance, and only used one arm to reach for a flower floating near them. He picked it up and put the wilted plant over Micky’s head. He laughed, and the tinkling sound echoed around them. Micky smiled and touched it. Petals floated around them and he scooped up a few. He tossed them at Hero’s face.
Hero laughed again and gripped Micky tightly. His strong tail propelled them in a tight circle, and Micky clung to him through the ride.
Hero lowered them in the water and Micky shut his eyes and inhaled just before they went under. Hero swam them back across the tanks, giving Micky a chance to breathe. Again, Micky found himself in the sandy beach room, lying on his back. Hero lay next to him, wet hair splayed out over Micky’s chest. Micky inhaled deeply, arm wrapping around Hero’s shoulders. He watched the ceiling, and then realized that the darkness covered with faint dots of light wasn’t the ceiling, but the real sky, and that this section of the room had a glass ceiling.
Micky wondered what it was like to live in a glass cage, and he wondered if Hero knew that he could escape on his feet. But where would he go? How long could he be a man to escape?
This mansion was nowhere near a body of salt water.
Perhaps Hero knew that. Perhaps Hero liked living with Jung Yunho, especially if the man who had him before treated him so poorly.
Micky jerked in surprise when legs wrapped with his, and their bodies touched, skin to skin, chest to thigh. Hero’s chest rose and fell in a comfortable sigh, and Micky shut his eyes, leveled his breathing and did his best to keep his body under control. Hero didn’t have or need clothes. It wasn’t a come on or an invitation. It was just someone who needed comfort and contact. And if Micky was honest with himself, he needed those things too.
*** < OS<
Jung Yunho did not call in two weeks like Micky had expected. The crime boss didn’t contact him for a whole month.
Micky spent that month happier than he’d ever been. He and Hero played in the water together; they lay on the sand with their legs intertwined and fingers clasped together. Hero babbled in his language and Micky did the same, neither caring that they didn’t understand the words.
One morning, after fetching Hero’s breakfast, Micky felt that something was amiss. He hadn’t been out of the crime loop for so long that he didn’t trust his instincts. He rat-tat-tat-ed on the glass tank to get Hero’s attention, but Hero did not appear.
Cautious and with a growing fear, Micky went on a search for him. And found him, smiling and twisting and spinning for another man. Jealousy coursed through Micky quickly and painfully and he cleared his throat.
When Jung Yunho turned around, Micky’s mouth opened in shock. He wasn’t expecting Yunho back for another month, at least.
Jung Yunho was tall and strong. Micky had no idea how old he was, but he looked to be in his forties. The hair at his temples was going gray, and he had shallow wrinkles at his eyes. A deep scar cut down the side of his face and into his neck, marring an otherwise handsome face. He was wearing a well-cut designer suit and loafers.
“Ah, Micky. I see that Hero is in pristine health. Thank you so much.”
Micky swallowed. “M-my pleasure.”
“You can pack your things and get out of here. I’m sure you’re anxious to sleep in your own bed tonight.”
Micky thought of the last few weeks of the best sleep he’d ever gotten curled up with Hero on the sand. “Yeah. That-“
“I know I can trust your silence, but is there anything else you need to insure it?”
Yunho expected him to ask for more money.
Micky looked at Hero, and Hero frowned, probably sensing Micky’s mood.
Micky shook his head. “No, Jung Yunho-shi. I’ve earned more than enough.” And he knew he wasn’t talking about money.
“Good. Good. My driver will take you as soon as you’re ready to go.”
Micky nodded and turned around and headed for his room. The suitcase that had been buried in a closet was retrieved. Micky kept his back to the section of aquarium while he packed.
Two rapid thunks had him turning around.
Hero was floating, head tilted, frowning. He put his hands on the glass and opened his mouth, probably saying something. It seemed he knew what it meant when someone was packing a suitcase.
Micky shook his head and tried to go back to packing.
Hero knocked again, harder.
Micky turned and crossed his arms, and Hero frowned, hands still on the glass. Micky sighed and walked over to the glass and put his hands where Hero’s were, and then Hero put his forehead to the glass, and Micky mirrored him.
“I have to go,” Micky whispered, and when he blinked, tears fell and he couldn’t remember the last time he cried.
Hero slammed his fist to the glass suddenly and whipped his tail and swam away.
Micky sighed and kept packing. It didn’t take him long. He’d been told before he arrived that everything would be provided for him. He pulled the handle up on the suitcase and headed for the front door. He didn’t want to look at the water, but it was everywhere.
“Micky!”
He stopped in the entry way and turned around.
Jung Yunho stalked across the room to him. “Here.” He held out his hand. In it was a single, spiral shell. Oranges and reds entwined through its pattern. “From Hero. You must have really made an impression on him. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so sad.”
Micky’s gaze flicked to the tank as something moved, but it was only Changmin the Crab. Micky swallowed and took the gift. “Thank you. It’s been interesting.”
“I’ll contact you if I ever need to fly to another country again for who knows how long.”
“I’d like that.”
Jung Yunho nodded and turned around, dismissing him.
Micky stared at the water until Changmin the Crab crawled out of sight.
He turned his back and left the mansion.
Part 4: Sleep Walking
Part 2: Mythical Dream
Part 1: Close Encounter
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Pairing: Micky/Hero (minor pairings: implied Yunho/Hero, implied Yoochun/Junsu)
Rating: Eventually NC-17 (PG-13 for this part)
Disclaimer: Another story that proves once again that they aren't mine.
Summary: Micky is the best at cleaning up other people's messes. He's not sure what to do when faced with something only in his dreams.
A/N: This fic is for rabanitchas who is the one who gave me the plot idea for it.
Poster credit goes to chunsangel once again. It's gorgeous!
Part 3: Rude Awakening
Micky didn’t see Hero for almost two weeks even though he spent an unusual amount of time sitting on the platforms, feet in the water. He hadn’t meant to be a pervert, but everything about Hero fascinated him, and he hadn’t meant to scare him off. He tried to think of different ways to get Hero’s attention (the most annoying would be to thunk a tennis ball off the glass) but Micky knew that if Hero didn’t want to be seen, then Hero would not be seen.
When Yunho called, Micky was almost desperate. Being alone never fazed him, but now, knowing what he was missing as a companion, he wanted to fix it.
“I upset him. And … I don’t know how to apologize,” Micky said as a hello.
Jung Yunho stayed quiet before saying with barely constrained anger, “Dare I ask what you did to upset him?”
Micky panicked, and knew he could not lie. “He showed me his body and I may have touched him. Well, not touched him but if he hadn’t practically ran away, I would have, and I … I didn’t meant to scare him or anything, he just …”
“Hero was abused by the man who I acquired him from. I’m not surprised that he’s run away from you. You didn’t touch him?”
“No, just his leg, but I wasn’t thinking and I probably would have. He’s intoxicating, Jung Yunho-shi.”
“Yes, he is. But don’t worry, I’ll take care of it and have something sent to appease him. Consider this a mark upon your work, Micky. A very bad, but a not-yet-life-threatening mark.”
Yunho ended the call, and Micky inhaled deeply.
Micky spent the night sitting at the foot of the bed in the master bedroom staring at the darkened water. This tank was the second largest, after the one in the main room. He’d hoped he’d catch a glimpse of Hero, but the merman stayed out of sight.
Changmin the Crab kept him company.
Just before dawn, Micky was startled alert by the doorbell. Micky blinked awake, and rose on stiff legs. He made his way out of the room and felt someone watching him, but when he turned around, the tank was empty.
The man at the door seemed a bit confused on why he was delivering three dozen roses, two bags of rose petals, and various other flowers so early in the morning. Micky signed for them, and after the man had left, read the note from Yunho.
My beauty loves flowers. They add a fresh scent to his water. Don’t do anything that will require me to buy more after you have left.
A foreign feeling of longing tightened Micky’s chest. after you have left. It sounded very ominous.
The thorns had been removed on the roses, and the flowers and petals came in all shades of colors. Micky wasn’t sure what to do with them, since they’d die in salt water and he’d be cleaning them out of the filters for days. But to see Hero again, it was worth it.
He hauled the bags of petals up the stairs first, found two central locations where they’d be carried by the currents in the water and dumped them out. They fluttered out and around, causing small ripples in the water. Micky waited a few minutes after dumping the first bag, but Hero did not show himself. He dumped the second bag, and then went back downstairs to wait for Hero’s breakfast.
Micky spent the next two days leaving flowers around the tank. Like the food, the flowers disappeared without giving Micky a glance at the receiver. He spent his nights sitting at the foot of the master bed, waiting and watching.
Maybe it was the lack of sleep that made Micky think he was dreaming when Hero finally showed himself, floating next to the glass wall across from him.
Micky stood up on shaky legs and staggered to the dark tank. The dim lights turned everything bluish green, and Micky put his hand on the glass, uncaring of the marks, not blinking, afraid that if he did, Hero would flit away from him again.
Hero watched, arms crossed, pouting.
“I’m sorry,” Micky whispered. The words caught in his throat, and he shut his eyes at the tightness in his chest. He leaned his forehead on the glass, breath fogging it over.
There was a thunk from the other side that Micky felt through the glass, and his eyes flew open. Hero flicked the glass again, and Micky took it for the reprimand it was and smiled and bowed his head.
Hero swam away, but not quickly, and Micky followed him, eyes never leaving him. Hero led him to the stairs, and Micky was quick to climb them, shucking his shirt as he went. He barely paused at the platform to take off his sweats, and Hero broke the surface of the water just as Micky sat to slip into it. He was there a moment later, arms around Micky’s waist, holding him as they spun slowly.
“I’m sorry,” Micky said to him this time, even if Hero didn’t understand. He said it over and over, arms around his neck tightly.
Micky had never cared about someone more than he did himself. Except his mother of course, but after she died, there was no one in his life. Maybe that was why he latched on to this merman so quickly. Maybe it was because Hero was all alone too.
Micky barely cared that he was in water, water so deep that he couldn’t reach the bottom of the tank. He trusted Hero to keep him afloat and he relaxed in the merman’s strong arms.
Micky had no idea how long they floated, and then Hero pulled away, and Micky clung to his arm, but Hero smiled in reassurance, and only used one arm to reach for a flower floating near them. He picked it up and put the wilted plant over Micky’s head. He laughed, and the tinkling sound echoed around them. Micky smiled and touched it. Petals floated around them and he scooped up a few. He tossed them at Hero’s face.
Hero laughed again and gripped Micky tightly. His strong tail propelled them in a tight circle, and Micky clung to him through the ride.
Hero lowered them in the water and Micky shut his eyes and inhaled just before they went under. Hero swam them back across the tanks, giving Micky a chance to breathe. Again, Micky found himself in the sandy beach room, lying on his back. Hero lay next to him, wet hair splayed out over Micky’s chest. Micky inhaled deeply, arm wrapping around Hero’s shoulders. He watched the ceiling, and then realized that the darkness covered with faint dots of light wasn’t the ceiling, but the real sky, and that this section of the room had a glass ceiling.
Micky wondered what it was like to live in a glass cage, and he wondered if Hero knew that he could escape on his feet. But where would he go? How long could he be a man to escape?
This mansion was nowhere near a body of salt water.
Perhaps Hero knew that. Perhaps Hero liked living with Jung Yunho, especially if the man who had him before treated him so poorly.
Micky jerked in surprise when legs wrapped with his, and their bodies touched, skin to skin, chest to thigh. Hero’s chest rose and fell in a comfortable sigh, and Micky shut his eyes, leveled his breathing and did his best to keep his body under control. Hero didn’t have or need clothes. It wasn’t a come on or an invitation. It was just someone who needed comfort and contact. And if Micky was honest with himself, he needed those things too.
*** < OS<
Jung Yunho did not call in two weeks like Micky had expected. The crime boss didn’t contact him for a whole month.
Micky spent that month happier than he’d ever been. He and Hero played in the water together; they lay on the sand with their legs intertwined and fingers clasped together. Hero babbled in his language and Micky did the same, neither caring that they didn’t understand the words.
One morning, after fetching Hero’s breakfast, Micky felt that something was amiss. He hadn’t been out of the crime loop for so long that he didn’t trust his instincts. He rat-tat-tat-ed on the glass tank to get Hero’s attention, but Hero did not appear.
Cautious and with a growing fear, Micky went on a search for him. And found him, smiling and twisting and spinning for another man. Jealousy coursed through Micky quickly and painfully and he cleared his throat.
When Jung Yunho turned around, Micky’s mouth opened in shock. He wasn’t expecting Yunho back for another month, at least.
Jung Yunho was tall and strong. Micky had no idea how old he was, but he looked to be in his forties. The hair at his temples was going gray, and he had shallow wrinkles at his eyes. A deep scar cut down the side of his face and into his neck, marring an otherwise handsome face. He was wearing a well-cut designer suit and loafers.
“Ah, Micky. I see that Hero is in pristine health. Thank you so much.”
Micky swallowed. “M-my pleasure.”
“You can pack your things and get out of here. I’m sure you’re anxious to sleep in your own bed tonight.”
Micky thought of the last few weeks of the best sleep he’d ever gotten curled up with Hero on the sand. “Yeah. That-“
“I know I can trust your silence, but is there anything else you need to insure it?”
Yunho expected him to ask for more money.
Micky looked at Hero, and Hero frowned, probably sensing Micky’s mood.
Micky shook his head. “No, Jung Yunho-shi. I’ve earned more than enough.” And he knew he wasn’t talking about money.
“Good. Good. My driver will take you as soon as you’re ready to go.”
Micky nodded and turned around and headed for his room. The suitcase that had been buried in a closet was retrieved. Micky kept his back to the section of aquarium while he packed.
Two rapid thunks had him turning around.
Hero was floating, head tilted, frowning. He put his hands on the glass and opened his mouth, probably saying something. It seemed he knew what it meant when someone was packing a suitcase.
Micky shook his head and tried to go back to packing.
Hero knocked again, harder.
Micky turned and crossed his arms, and Hero frowned, hands still on the glass. Micky sighed and walked over to the glass and put his hands where Hero’s were, and then Hero put his forehead to the glass, and Micky mirrored him.
“I have to go,” Micky whispered, and when he blinked, tears fell and he couldn’t remember the last time he cried.
Hero slammed his fist to the glass suddenly and whipped his tail and swam away.
Micky sighed and kept packing. It didn’t take him long. He’d been told before he arrived that everything would be provided for him. He pulled the handle up on the suitcase and headed for the front door. He didn’t want to look at the water, but it was everywhere.
“Micky!”
He stopped in the entry way and turned around.
Jung Yunho stalked across the room to him. “Here.” He held out his hand. In it was a single, spiral shell. Oranges and reds entwined through its pattern. “From Hero. You must have really made an impression on him. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so sad.”
Micky’s gaze flicked to the tank as something moved, but it was only Changmin the Crab. Micky swallowed and took the gift. “Thank you. It’s been interesting.”
“I’ll contact you if I ever need to fly to another country again for who knows how long.”
“I’d like that.”
Jung Yunho nodded and turned around, dismissing him.
Micky stared at the water until Changmin the Crab crawled out of sight.
He turned his back and left the mansion.
Part 4: Sleep Walking
Part 2: Mythical Dream
Part 1: Close Encounter
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