Wet Dream 6/7
Title: Wet Dream 6/7
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 6: Peace Offering
Micky slept in his own bed that night. Or at least he lay in it, and stared at the fish tank. Hero swam back and forth, along the length every now and then, but it wasn’t like he was hiding, but more like he was thinking, pacing, unable to sit still. He wondered what Hero was thinking about.
Changmin the Crab moved in and out of Micky’s sight too, almost like he was following Hero, but couldn’t quite move as fast.
His on and off slumber was interrupted by the doorbell and Micky checked the time and groaned. Four am. Who the hell was coming here at four am?
He rolled off the bed and found a pair of sweats and a tank top. Hero appeared on the other side of the glass, frowning.
Micky shrugged. “I don’t know who it is.”
The doorbell rang again as he staggered to the door.
“Hang on. I’m coming,” Micky said. He checked the peephole and pondered the well dressed man on the other side of it. “Who is it?”
“My name is Cho Kyuhyun. I am Yunho’s attorney.”
Micky shut his eyes and sighed. He didn’t want to think about what this meant, for Hero’s sake.
He opened the door.
The man bowed and Micky bowed and allowed him to enter. He trusted Hero to stay out of sight, and led Kyuhyun into the kitchen.
“Coffee?”
“No, thank you. I won’t be here long enough to enjoy it. These early morning announcements are always tiring.”
Micky poured himself a cup of coffee from the automated machine, and then asked, “So what is this about?”
“I am assuming that you are Park Yoochun?”
“Yes.”
“I fear I am the bringer of bad news. Jung Yunho’s body was found on an abandoned yacht off the coast of China.”
Micky took a deep breath of relief. At least he was alive.
Cho Kyuhyun retrieved a few papers from his briefcase. “Jung Yunho has left most of his fortune to you. He has no family or children that anyone is aware of. Probably for their own protection. Not that anyone is aware of this place, and as soon as you sign here, a substantial deposit will be made into my bank account and I don’t have to deal with his drama ever again.”
“What is this doing?” Micky asked as he signed.
“Nothing that Yunho said he didn’t explain to you already. This is just the final signature that you’re agreeing with it.”
Micky leaned back and sipped his coffee.
Kyuhyun reached into his jacket and pulled out a small parcel. “This was given to me and I am to tell you to give it to someone else.”
Micky reached over and accepted the padded envelop.
Kyuhyun piled everything into his briefcase and stood up. “Tomorrow morning you will receive a package that has all of the files pertaining to Jung Yunho. Do with them as you see fit. Have a wonderful life, Park Yoochun-shi.”
Micky thanked him and walked him to the door. As soon as Cho Kyuhyun was gone, Micky opened the packet and dumped a silver necklace into his palm. There was a purple jewel beautifully carved in the shape of a spiral shell.
Micky glanced at the tank, saw Hero watching him, and then headed to the platform. He shucked his clothes, sat with his feet in the water and held out the necklace for Hero.
Hero stared at it, mouth open, eyes wide and unseeing.
It obviously meant something between the two of them, but Micky had no idea what.
Hero moved over to him and gently took the necklace from his hands. He slipped it over his head, the stone settled just below the hollow of his throat.
Micky didn’t know how to explain to him that Yunho wasn’t dead, but that he wasn’t coming back either. He reached out with his foot and Hero nodded, slid closer and let Micky use his shoulders to lower himself into the water.
What would have happened to Hero if he wasn’t there? What if Yunho had gone to Japan and been killed? Would Kyuhyun have been there to take care of Hero? And who was going to take care of him after Micky? It didn’t seem that Hero was growing older. Micky wondered if there would ever been anyone he trusted enough to watch over Hero.
He didn’t want to think about that. He clung to Hero’s neck tightly and sighed, before pressing a kiss just below his ear.
Hero’s chest hitched, and Micky wondered again if Hero could cry.
The merman squeezed him in warning, and Micky took a deep breath before slipping into the water. Hero swam slowly to the beach room, almost like he couldn’t quite muster up the energy to move faster. Micky didn’t mind, since Hero let him breathe a few times. When they arrived, the sun was rising and everything was shadowed with gray. Hero hauled himself up onto the sand and stayed in merman form, flopped on his stomach. Micky lay next to him, running a soothing hand over his strong back.
Hero didn’t move until the sun was too hot, the air thick. By this time, Micky would have already opened the ventilation. Sweat dripped over his skin.
Hero slipped back into the water for a while, and Micky staggered to the hammock to take a nap.
A few hours later, Micky woke up when Hero snuggled next to him in the hammock. The air was cooler under the shade. Their legs twisted and Micky was reminded of the picture on Hero’s dresser.
Micky knew that if he didn’t get up and out of the hammock, his sleep would be all screwed up and he’d be up for half the night. Then lips pressed against his collarbone and Hero’s hand tightened around his waist, slipping under it, fingers tracing the area of his tattoo, and Micky knew that Hero was more important than his sleep could ever be.
*** < OS<
Hero never took the necklace off, and upon closer inspection of the picture, Micky saw that it used to hang around Yunho’s neck.
Micky understood, he did, but there was a wall between them again. Maybe not as stubborn as the one before, but it was still there.
And Micky was stir-crazy. So incredibly stir-crazy.
Micky stood inside the main room and stared at the front door. How long had it been since he’d been outside this house? How many days since he had last felt sunshine that wasn’t filtered through glass?
How many days did Hero spend in his tank? Micky felt guilty for wanting to go outside when Hero would never feel the sun on his skin or the ocean water on his scales.
Hero knocked behind him, and Micky turned around. He went to the glass and pressed his hands to it, and then his forehead. It would always be a symbol to show emotion between them.
He pointed to the door, and said, “I’ll be back.”
Hero’s eye widened and he shook his head, fingers clawing at the glass.
Micky smiled and held up a hand. He motioned to the door again, and then brought his hand toward him, trying to show him that he’d be back.
Hero pouted and crossed his arms. Micky smiled and pressed a kiss to the glass, pulling a reluctant smile from Hero. He touched the glass where Micky’s lips had been and then swam off.
Micky headed out the front door, wincing against the light. There was a Maserati Quattroporte waiting for him in the garage, keys in the ignition. He sat in the driver’s seat and turned the key. The engine purred, and Micky shivered.
Never in his life did he think he’d own a car like this one. Or live in a house like Yunho’s.
Never in his life did he think that merpeople actually existed.
Micky sighed and leaned his head on the steering wheel. He knew he couldn’t stay inside this mansion forever. He’d go insane.
But he also had to remember that he wasn’t alone.
With a sigh, Micky backed the car out of the garage. The road leading up to Yunho’s mansion was full of ornate gates leading to other mansions. What secrets did those gates guard?
It felt strange to be in the city, to walk down streets he hadn’t been on for over a year. He felt like nothing around him had changed, but everything about him had. The credit cards had his real name on them. The bank had his ID information. He was a citizen with a blank slate. Jung Yunho had done what Micky used to do by himself: made him disappear.
Micky lost himself in a crowd at the market. He bought a pair of sunglasses, and then a basket of fruit for Hero. He scoured the market for something else, anything else for Hero. He bought a lot of sparkling crystals, and a few necklaces and shells and even a pair of light, linen pants for Hero to wear if he wanted to. But it wasn’t that special thing. A present, a peace offering. Micky wasn’t sure, but he’d know it when he saw it.
He sipped on a latte made from freshly ground coffee beans grown in Vietnam, and wondered if Hero liked coffee. He’d never thought of it before, having a few glasses of it during the day. He found a bag of lightly roasted, almost nutty smelling, and bought it, just to try it out. At another stall he bought some hard candy in a variety of fruit flavors.
A few stalls down, Micky found what he was looking for. Swaths of cloth hung in bunches; but it was the purple one surrounded by lots of other colors that caught Micky’s eye. It was almost the same shade as the jewel on Hero’s necklace. He bought the entire bolt much to the proprietor’s surprise, and then had too much stuff to carry back to his car. The man offered to hold it for him, and Micky thanked him profusely and hurried to get everything packed up.
It was well into the afternoon when Micky returned, and Hero was floating in the main room, looking almost sad. He brightened immediately and swam in tight circles.
“I told you I’d be back,” Micky said.
He carried everything into the house, trying to hide the presents for Hero. It was even harder to find a way to get the cloth and the fruit into the beach room without getting it wet. Last time, he’d drained the tank and was able to get the fruit and the flowers there easily.
Lucky, there were heavy duty garbage bags in the utility room and Micky used five of those and a lot of duct tape hoping that was enough.
When he arrived at the platform, Hero was there, looking at him in confusion.
Micky grinned and dumped the cartons into the water. He pointed toward the beach room, and even if he was still confused, Hero grabbed the packages and disappeared under the water. Micky stripped and slipped into the warm water. He waited for Hero for a moment and then figured he could just do it himself. With a bit of pep talk, he did the same that he had his first day in the tank, followed the wall and slipped under the edge.
Hero had most of the packages open, and when Micky climbed onto the sand, Hero crossed his arms and glared at him.
Micky fought not to roll his eyes. Didn’t seem he could do anything without being completely judged by the merman.
Micky sat on the other side of the pile and went to the fruit first. He had forgotten to eat lunch while he was out. He peeled a banana, broke off half of it and handed it to Hero. Hero watched him take a bite of it, and then smelled it. He smiled widely and devoured it, and two more of them, before discovering the raspberries and the blueberries, which Micky knew he loved. He’d figured he’d need a knife for the cantaloupe, but Hero just bashed his way through it. The merman did have a habit of ripping through crab and lobster shells. A cantaloupe rind didn’t stand a chance.
Micky shivered, wondering how much power those hands and arms really had.
Hero took a bite of the orange fruit and made a face and shoved it over to Micky.
“Not a fan of cantaloupe, okay.” Micky put it aside.
Hero ate a few more berries, and then grew a little more interested in the rest of the packages. The rocks and crystals were a huge hit, and he was more than a little confused with the pants, but he’d seen Micky wear them enough that he slipped them on, over his long, muscled legs. After only a minute of moving around in them, Hero made a face and shucked them back off. Micky was definitely used to Hero always being naked. Watching him take off clothes had his blood pumping faster than normal.
Hero misunderstood Micky’s sudden clearing of his throat, and he frowned, and then tried to pantomime something to him. It took a second, but Micky understood. Wearing pants was bad when your lower half had a tendency to meld together and change into a fin.
When Hero saw the purple fabric, his eyes shined with happiness and he shot to his feet and scrambled over the sand to the hammock, chattering happily about something or other. Micky watched, heart constricting, as the beautiful merman draped the fabric over the trees, forming a tent around the hammock.
He stuck his head around the fabric and waved his hand, saying, “Mi-yee” over and over.
Micky stood up and walked across the sand, ducking under the makeshift canopy. The temperature dropped almost immediately, and Hero dragged him onto the hammock.
Part 7: Mutual Passion
Part 5: Pillow Talk
Part 4: Sleep Walking
Part 3: Rude Awakening
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 6: Peace Offering
Micky slept in his own bed that night. Or at least he lay in it, and stared at the fish tank. Hero swam back and forth, along the length every now and then, but it wasn’t like he was hiding, but more like he was thinking, pacing, unable to sit still. He wondered what Hero was thinking about.
Changmin the Crab moved in and out of Micky’s sight too, almost like he was following Hero, but couldn’t quite move as fast.
His on and off slumber was interrupted by the doorbell and Micky checked the time and groaned. Four am. Who the hell was coming here at four am?
He rolled off the bed and found a pair of sweats and a tank top. Hero appeared on the other side of the glass, frowning.
Micky shrugged. “I don’t know who it is.”
The doorbell rang again as he staggered to the door.
“Hang on. I’m coming,” Micky said. He checked the peephole and pondered the well dressed man on the other side of it. “Who is it?”
“My name is Cho Kyuhyun. I am Yunho’s attorney.”
Micky shut his eyes and sighed. He didn’t want to think about what this meant, for Hero’s sake.
He opened the door.
The man bowed and Micky bowed and allowed him to enter. He trusted Hero to stay out of sight, and led Kyuhyun into the kitchen.
“Coffee?”
“No, thank you. I won’t be here long enough to enjoy it. These early morning announcements are always tiring.”
Micky poured himself a cup of coffee from the automated machine, and then asked, “So what is this about?”
“I am assuming that you are Park Yoochun?”
“Yes.”
“I fear I am the bringer of bad news. Jung Yunho’s body was found on an abandoned yacht off the coast of China.”
Micky took a deep breath of relief. At least he was alive.
Cho Kyuhyun retrieved a few papers from his briefcase. “Jung Yunho has left most of his fortune to you. He has no family or children that anyone is aware of. Probably for their own protection. Not that anyone is aware of this place, and as soon as you sign here, a substantial deposit will be made into my bank account and I don’t have to deal with his drama ever again.”
“What is this doing?” Micky asked as he signed.
“Nothing that Yunho said he didn’t explain to you already. This is just the final signature that you’re agreeing with it.”
Micky leaned back and sipped his coffee.
Kyuhyun reached into his jacket and pulled out a small parcel. “This was given to me and I am to tell you to give it to someone else.”
Micky reached over and accepted the padded envelop.
Kyuhyun piled everything into his briefcase and stood up. “Tomorrow morning you will receive a package that has all of the files pertaining to Jung Yunho. Do with them as you see fit. Have a wonderful life, Park Yoochun-shi.”
Micky thanked him and walked him to the door. As soon as Cho Kyuhyun was gone, Micky opened the packet and dumped a silver necklace into his palm. There was a purple jewel beautifully carved in the shape of a spiral shell.
Micky glanced at the tank, saw Hero watching him, and then headed to the platform. He shucked his clothes, sat with his feet in the water and held out the necklace for Hero.
Hero stared at it, mouth open, eyes wide and unseeing.
It obviously meant something between the two of them, but Micky had no idea what.
Hero moved over to him and gently took the necklace from his hands. He slipped it over his head, the stone settled just below the hollow of his throat.
Micky didn’t know how to explain to him that Yunho wasn’t dead, but that he wasn’t coming back either. He reached out with his foot and Hero nodded, slid closer and let Micky use his shoulders to lower himself into the water.
What would have happened to Hero if he wasn’t there? What if Yunho had gone to Japan and been killed? Would Kyuhyun have been there to take care of Hero? And who was going to take care of him after Micky? It didn’t seem that Hero was growing older. Micky wondered if there would ever been anyone he trusted enough to watch over Hero.
He didn’t want to think about that. He clung to Hero’s neck tightly and sighed, before pressing a kiss just below his ear.
Hero’s chest hitched, and Micky wondered again if Hero could cry.
The merman squeezed him in warning, and Micky took a deep breath before slipping into the water. Hero swam slowly to the beach room, almost like he couldn’t quite muster up the energy to move faster. Micky didn’t mind, since Hero let him breathe a few times. When they arrived, the sun was rising and everything was shadowed with gray. Hero hauled himself up onto the sand and stayed in merman form, flopped on his stomach. Micky lay next to him, running a soothing hand over his strong back.
Hero didn’t move until the sun was too hot, the air thick. By this time, Micky would have already opened the ventilation. Sweat dripped over his skin.
Hero slipped back into the water for a while, and Micky staggered to the hammock to take a nap.
A few hours later, Micky woke up when Hero snuggled next to him in the hammock. The air was cooler under the shade. Their legs twisted and Micky was reminded of the picture on Hero’s dresser.
Micky knew that if he didn’t get up and out of the hammock, his sleep would be all screwed up and he’d be up for half the night. Then lips pressed against his collarbone and Hero’s hand tightened around his waist, slipping under it, fingers tracing the area of his tattoo, and Micky knew that Hero was more important than his sleep could ever be.
*** < OS<
Hero never took the necklace off, and upon closer inspection of the picture, Micky saw that it used to hang around Yunho’s neck.
Micky understood, he did, but there was a wall between them again. Maybe not as stubborn as the one before, but it was still there.
And Micky was stir-crazy. So incredibly stir-crazy.
Micky stood inside the main room and stared at the front door. How long had it been since he’d been outside this house? How many days since he had last felt sunshine that wasn’t filtered through glass?
How many days did Hero spend in his tank? Micky felt guilty for wanting to go outside when Hero would never feel the sun on his skin or the ocean water on his scales.
Hero knocked behind him, and Micky turned around. He went to the glass and pressed his hands to it, and then his forehead. It would always be a symbol to show emotion between them.
He pointed to the door, and said, “I’ll be back.”
Hero’s eye widened and he shook his head, fingers clawing at the glass.
Micky smiled and held up a hand. He motioned to the door again, and then brought his hand toward him, trying to show him that he’d be back.
Hero pouted and crossed his arms. Micky smiled and pressed a kiss to the glass, pulling a reluctant smile from Hero. He touched the glass where Micky’s lips had been and then swam off.
Micky headed out the front door, wincing against the light. There was a Maserati Quattroporte waiting for him in the garage, keys in the ignition. He sat in the driver’s seat and turned the key. The engine purred, and Micky shivered.
Never in his life did he think he’d own a car like this one. Or live in a house like Yunho’s.
Never in his life did he think that merpeople actually existed.
Micky sighed and leaned his head on the steering wheel. He knew he couldn’t stay inside this mansion forever. He’d go insane.
But he also had to remember that he wasn’t alone.
With a sigh, Micky backed the car out of the garage. The road leading up to Yunho’s mansion was full of ornate gates leading to other mansions. What secrets did those gates guard?
It felt strange to be in the city, to walk down streets he hadn’t been on for over a year. He felt like nothing around him had changed, but everything about him had. The credit cards had his real name on them. The bank had his ID information. He was a citizen with a blank slate. Jung Yunho had done what Micky used to do by himself: made him disappear.
Micky lost himself in a crowd at the market. He bought a pair of sunglasses, and then a basket of fruit for Hero. He scoured the market for something else, anything else for Hero. He bought a lot of sparkling crystals, and a few necklaces and shells and even a pair of light, linen pants for Hero to wear if he wanted to. But it wasn’t that special thing. A present, a peace offering. Micky wasn’t sure, but he’d know it when he saw it.
He sipped on a latte made from freshly ground coffee beans grown in Vietnam, and wondered if Hero liked coffee. He’d never thought of it before, having a few glasses of it during the day. He found a bag of lightly roasted, almost nutty smelling, and bought it, just to try it out. At another stall he bought some hard candy in a variety of fruit flavors.
A few stalls down, Micky found what he was looking for. Swaths of cloth hung in bunches; but it was the purple one surrounded by lots of other colors that caught Micky’s eye. It was almost the same shade as the jewel on Hero’s necklace. He bought the entire bolt much to the proprietor’s surprise, and then had too much stuff to carry back to his car. The man offered to hold it for him, and Micky thanked him profusely and hurried to get everything packed up.
It was well into the afternoon when Micky returned, and Hero was floating in the main room, looking almost sad. He brightened immediately and swam in tight circles.
“I told you I’d be back,” Micky said.
He carried everything into the house, trying to hide the presents for Hero. It was even harder to find a way to get the cloth and the fruit into the beach room without getting it wet. Last time, he’d drained the tank and was able to get the fruit and the flowers there easily.
Lucky, there were heavy duty garbage bags in the utility room and Micky used five of those and a lot of duct tape hoping that was enough.
When he arrived at the platform, Hero was there, looking at him in confusion.
Micky grinned and dumped the cartons into the water. He pointed toward the beach room, and even if he was still confused, Hero grabbed the packages and disappeared under the water. Micky stripped and slipped into the warm water. He waited for Hero for a moment and then figured he could just do it himself. With a bit of pep talk, he did the same that he had his first day in the tank, followed the wall and slipped under the edge.
Hero had most of the packages open, and when Micky climbed onto the sand, Hero crossed his arms and glared at him.
Micky fought not to roll his eyes. Didn’t seem he could do anything without being completely judged by the merman.
Micky sat on the other side of the pile and went to the fruit first. He had forgotten to eat lunch while he was out. He peeled a banana, broke off half of it and handed it to Hero. Hero watched him take a bite of it, and then smelled it. He smiled widely and devoured it, and two more of them, before discovering the raspberries and the blueberries, which Micky knew he loved. He’d figured he’d need a knife for the cantaloupe, but Hero just bashed his way through it. The merman did have a habit of ripping through crab and lobster shells. A cantaloupe rind didn’t stand a chance.
Micky shivered, wondering how much power those hands and arms really had.
Hero took a bite of the orange fruit and made a face and shoved it over to Micky.
“Not a fan of cantaloupe, okay.” Micky put it aside.
Hero ate a few more berries, and then grew a little more interested in the rest of the packages. The rocks and crystals were a huge hit, and he was more than a little confused with the pants, but he’d seen Micky wear them enough that he slipped them on, over his long, muscled legs. After only a minute of moving around in them, Hero made a face and shucked them back off. Micky was definitely used to Hero always being naked. Watching him take off clothes had his blood pumping faster than normal.
Hero misunderstood Micky’s sudden clearing of his throat, and he frowned, and then tried to pantomime something to him. It took a second, but Micky understood. Wearing pants was bad when your lower half had a tendency to meld together and change into a fin.
When Hero saw the purple fabric, his eyes shined with happiness and he shot to his feet and scrambled over the sand to the hammock, chattering happily about something or other. Micky watched, heart constricting, as the beautiful merman draped the fabric over the trees, forming a tent around the hammock.
He stuck his head around the fabric and waved his hand, saying, “Mi-yee” over and over.
Micky stood up and walked across the sand, ducking under the makeshift canopy. The temperature dropped almost immediately, and Hero dragged him onto the hammock.
Part 7: Mutual Passion
Part 5: Pillow Talk
Part 4: Sleep Walking
Part 3: Rude Awakening
Part 2: Mythical Dream
Part 1: Close Encounter
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