Obsidian 3/4
Title: Obsidian 3/4
Pairing: Changmin/Yoochun/Uknow, Yoochun/Junsu, Changmin/Junsu/Uknow, Yoochun/Hero (in order of appearance)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They are only mine in my dreams and I do not have magic to bind them to me.
Summary: Being favored by a magician has its benefits. But it also has its costs.
A/N: I used the descriptions of runes and their powers from this website http://www.sunnyway.com/runes/galdr.html
Demon!Fic
Part 3:
Yoochun woke up slowly. Light permeated his eyelids. He moaned and stretched. The body next to his was shaking and twitching. Suddenly awake, Yoochun snapped upright and looked down at Junsu’s bruised and bloodied skin. His throat closed at the damage that he only vaguely remembered causing. Junsu’s screams and his fear echoed through his memories. Tears dripped down his cheek.
“Oh, baby, I’m sorry,” Yoochun whispered and ran his hand down Junsu’s side.
Junsu did not wake up and Yoochun shook his shoulder. He was obviously having some kind of nightmare.
“He won’t wake up until I let him,” a deep voice said to his right, and Yoochun twisted his head quickly, hair flinging to the side.
Changmin sat in an ornate chair, legs crossed, fingers steepled and pondered him.
Explain.
“Explain what?”
Changmin raised a single eyebrow.
Yoochun very carefully shifted around, until he was sitting and leaning against the headboard. He pulled Junsu’s shaking body next to him. Junsu clung to him in his sleep, limbs jerking. Their joined hands lay against Yoochun’s chest. There wasn’t anything else for Yoochun to do but hold him. His ran his free hand through Junsu’s hair.
“He would have been lost to your spells,” Yoochun said.
“Then so be it.”
Yoochun smiled. “I couldn’t do that when I had a way to keep him.”
Changmin stood up and crawled on the bed, arms and legs on either side of their bodies. His fingers traced the stitching joining their hands. “Powerful, even without magic.”
“I know.”
“You kept this thread from me also.”
“You did not ask.”
Changmin glared at him. “I should not have to ask.”
“I am not your personal weaver,” Yoochun said. “I am allowed my secrets.”
“Release the stitches.”
“No. I won’t let you have him.”
“I already have him,” Changmin said. He pressed fingers to Junsu’s temple, and Junsu screamed in his sleep.
Yoochun shut his eyes and squeezed Junsu’s hand in support.
Changmin sat back on his feet and pondered him. He withdrew a small blade from his belt. The light glinting off the black surface showed that it was obsidian. White flecks of crystallization covered the surface of it. Changmin slid the blade over his palm and squeezed. Drops of blood landed on Junsu’s back and Junsu whimpered.
Changmin painted runes in the blood, whispering incantations that slid over Yoochun’s skin in cold whispers. The bruises and cuts faded, leaving only the burning runes. Changmin moved his hand to Yoochun’s chest and placed his bloody palm over his heart. Heat burned through him, and Yoochun protested.
Everything halted, frozen in time.
“What?”
“I don’t like the last rune you etched into my skin,” Yoochun said. “I don’t want another one.”
Changmin smirked and said, “Too bad,” and finished the process.
A black wing appeared on his chest, feathers curled around his nipple. A few swipes of his finger added silvery pulsing runes. Wunjo, dagaz, othala. The three together almost guaranteed Yoochun success in everything he did.
It matched the one on Junsu’s back, though Junsu’s was embedded in the petals of a rose.
“Release him,” Changmin repeated and ran his other hand over his bloody palm to heal it.
Yoochun took a very deep breath and carefully plucked out the stitchings binding their hands. As soon as the last one was gone, Junsu’s body stilled. His face relaxed and his breathing steadied. He squirmed just enough to bury himself into Yoochun’s body, and then he smiled and slept on.
Changmin leaned forward, lips close to Yoochun’s. “I am very angry with you, but it’s not everyday nothing more than a human craftsman gets the best of me, and I admire that.” Changmin covered the distance between their lips for a short kiss. “Rest. I will have food sent up after you awake.”
Yoochun nodded his thanks, not trusting his voice. He was lucky that Changmin hadn’t killed them both.
Changmin’s visage flickered and then disappeared. Yoochun took a very deep breath. He shifted, settling deeper into the soft bed. Junsu made a noise in his sleep and readjusted.
Yoochun shut his eyes and for the first time in a month, he slept without the sexual nightmares and woke up refreshed and with a clear mind. Junsu lay next to him, awake but unwilling to move. His mouth pressed against the new tattoo on his chest, tongue lapping at the heated skin.
“It tastes like air,” Junsu said. “Clean, fresh air. The wind before a storm. Electric.”
Yoochun smiled at the description. “You have one, too, you know.” He trailed his fingers over the blooming roses. The air held a hint of fragrance.
“I can feel it. Why did he give us these?”
“I'm not sure.” Yoochun told him about the horrors in his mind and Changmin’s cryptic words of praise.
Junsu looked at his hand, the one that had been attached to Yoochun. The rune was still there, outlined in dots of pink scar tissue. Yoochun knew the scar would fade, but the runes would always be there.
There was a soft knock on the door, and then it opened, allowing a servant girl in. She curtsied, apologized for intruding and then entered the room, followed by a man pushing a cart. Yoochun’s stomach growled. They ate a succulent breakfast and then shuffled into the bathing room where they were scrubbed and washed and pampered with oils and lotions and massages. Afterward, breeches and tunics made with soft cotton that a master weaver could appreciate were brought to them, fitted and adjusted.
Another butler appeared and led them out of the room and down opulent staircases and long hallways covered in tapestries and paintings and vases.
“Why didn’t he just transport us?” Junsu muttered after going down another staircase.
“He’s a showoff,” Yoochun said. The rune on his chest warmed, almost like the feel of deep laughter against his skin.
After another hallway and another staircase, an ornate door opened; another butler bowed, and the first turned and left. They were ushered into the room and the door shut behind them.
The study was no less ostentatious than the rest of the house. The oversized desk was bigger than the workbenches at their shop, combined. It was framed with two floor-to-ceiling, arched windows, heavy drapes open to let in the afternoon light. A finely woven wool rug covered the majority of the stone floor. In front of the desk were two chairs. There were three couches along the walls, and most of the free space on those walls were filled with old books.
Changmin sat in a chair, contemplating them as they bowed deeply and muttered polite greetings.
The demon Uknow lay on the floor, curled up in front of the fireplace full of glowing coals. He looked naked, but then his body moved and Yoochun saw that he wore a pair of sheer white shorts. The black tattoos on his body contrasted nicely with them. A few of the runes were glowing silver.
When the door shut, Uknow lifted his head. His eyes widened and he lunged toward Yoochun. The leash on his neck snapped taut, jerking him back. Junsu meeped and grabbed Yoochun’s arm and hid behind his back.
Yoochun relearned how to breathe.
Uknow whined and clawed at the ground.
Changmin chuckled. “I told you. Addicted.”
Yoochun shook his head. It almost seemed cruel, and then Yoochun remembered that Uknow was a demon.
“Master, please,” Uknow begged.
Changmin glared at him and snapped his fingers. Uknow’s spine straightened, face twisting into a painful grimace. He fell to the floor. His back heaved with deep breaths.
Changmin stood up and motioned them to a small sofa. Yoochun’s sketch book and bags were on a small table. Changmin sat in the middle and gestured to either side of him. Junsu reluctantly let go of Yoochun and sat down on the very edge of the sofa. Yoochun fell more comfortably in it, having sat on that same couch many times before. He stretched out his legs.
The demon whimpered.
Changmin sighed in annoyance, but snapped his fingers again. The black chain slithered and coiled its way to them and attached itself to the floor right by Yoochun’s feet.
With an eager whine, Uknow pushed himself to his knees and crawled over. He rubbed his head on Yoochun’s leg. Yoochun reached for him and ran his hands through his hair. The rune on his thigh throbbed. Uknow sighed in pleasure, and curled around himself and laid down on the floor.
Changmin took the bag first and said, “I really like these. I’ve already tested them, and only this one doesn’t work the way I want it too.” He pulled out the green silk that had blue cotton sewn through it. Intricate lace patterns edged the length of the scarf. The ends were twisted and beaded with matching jade and sapphire beads. “I can’t find the plans for it in your book either.”
Yoochun peered over at Junsu, since his apprentice was the one who designed the scarf.
The boy cleared his throat. “It’s for h-healing, your Excellence.”
Changmin looked at him with narrowed eyes.
Junsu’s cheeks went red under the scrutiny but he took the scarf and spread it out. “The c-cotton forms of laguz, mannaz and berkano g-generate stable healing, but because of the jade and the s-sapphire, you can see into the healing process, how it works.”
Changmin’s eyes widened. “This amount of healing is not within my powers.”
“Which ...” Junsu had to take a deep to calm his nerves. “Which is w-why I suggested it. You can channel your p-powers through it.” He pointed to the lace. “I added nauthiz and your main rune thurisaz. It will help you grow stronger in healing.”
Changmin turned to Yoochun. “He’s good.”
“I know.”
Junsu’s cheeks went a brighter shade of pink and he muttered a humble response.
“And here I thought you were keeping him around for his gorgeous ass.”
Yoochun laughed. “That too.”
“Hyung!” Junsu protested.
Changmin smiled at him and then turned his attention back to the scarf. “These are exquisite. You two will be the guests of honor at my banquet tonight. And I will show off your talents.”
The rune on Yoochun’s thigh pulsed.
Changmin met his eyes, a smirk on his face. “Consensual talents, this time.”
Yoochun chuckled. “Okay.”
Changmin turned to Junsu with a leer. “Dinner isn’t for a few more hours. Whatever shall we do until then?”
Junsu eeped and leaned away from him.
Changmin picked up the boy’s hand and brought his fingertips to his lips. “I’m fully aware that you belong to Yoochun--”
“He doesn’t belong to me,” Yoochun interrupted.
Changmin ignored him. He trailed his fingers up Junsu’s arm. “--but I would really, really like to know what you taste like.”
Junsu’s breath sped up and his eyes darted to Yoochun’s. Yoochun smiled at him but said nothing. He had no claim on Junsu. They’d discussed that more than once.
Changmin’s mouth followed his fingers. Yoochun heard the whispers of spells up his skin, and Junsu moaned, head tilted on the back of the couch. His butt rose with a small swirl of his hips. One hand gripped the couch, knuckles going white. The other lifted, unsure and shaking, and settled on Changmin’s arm.
The demon reacted to the sudden sexual charge in the air with a whimper. He lifted his head, eyes wide.
Yoochun held his gaze and wondered what would happen if they weren’t caked with obsidian kohl.
“Yoochun,” Junsu whimpered.
Yoochun broke eye contact with great reluctance and turned his head. Changmin’s mouth was attached to Junsu’s neck. One hand had already loosened Junsu’s breeches and was sliding under the cloth.
Junsu held out his hand in invitation.
Yoochun smiled and shook his head. He took Junsu’s hand and kissed the impression of the rune on the back of it. “I’ve had sex at least twice a day for a month. Now that I have control of myself, I think I’ll take a break.”
Junsu pouted at him.
“Doesn’t mean I don’t mind watching,” Yoochun said.
“Master,” the demon whimpered and rubbed his face on Yoochun’s thigh.
And Yoochun realized he was talking to him, not to Changmin.
“Changmin,” Yoochun said warily. “I ... I don’t think ...”
Changmin pulled his mouth from Junsu’s throat. He lifted his hand and the obsidian chain rose and fell into his outstretched fingers. He tugged on it while moving off Junsu. He wrapped the chain around his hand, shortening it and pulled it taut. Uknow’s head tilted, and he swallowed roughly around the stone-chain collar.
“Take off his clothes,” Changmin said. “Don’t rip them.”
Uknow’s hands shook as he obeyed the command, starting with Junsu’s boots. He lowered his head, fingers flying over the laces. He yanked them off and tossed them to the side. He reached for the top of Junsu’s breeches. His fingers slipped under his shirt, and Junsu moaned at the demon’s light touch on his skin. He lifted his ass and Uknow pulled the breeches down. Junsu curled his legs up, and then lowered them and spread them around the demon. Uknow stared at his erection, eyes wanting and hard. He licked his lips.
Changmin yanked on the chain. “He’s not naked.”
Uknow swallowed and tugged on Junsu’s tunic. Junsu sat up and lifted his arms so Uknow could pull it over his head.
“Much better,” Changmin muttered and took the tunic. He carefully folded it and placed it on the table. And then he picked up a scarf from the pile. Junsu’s breath sped up, eyes on the black silk scarf, the one that Junsu had stitched thurisaz after thurisaz into. The ends had been hemmed with small beads of obsidian. It was a material manifestation of Changmin’s power. He activated all the runes, even the ones hidden within the others. The room darkened and the air went cold. In direct contrast, Changmin picked up the red scarf too, the one full of lust and greed. Just touching it to the black scarf activated the runes.
Uknow held still, but his body was taut with eagerness. Changmin twisted them together and bound Uknow’s wrists and elbows behind his back. Uknow cried out, body thrumming, and Changmin smirked down at him. He leaned close, lips almost touching and ran his fingertip up Uknow’s erection. The demon cried out and quaked. The thin, white shorts were immediately dampened and full of his release.
Changmin smacked him. “Bad pet. You are not allowed to come again.”
Uknow whined and looked up at Changmin with a deep pout. “I’m sorry, Master.”
“Play with his cock,” Changmin demanded.
Uknow practically squealed and lowered his head. He ran his tongue up Junsu’s twitching erection and then kissed the ridge of the crown. With lips and tongue, he went back down the shaft and then lapped at his balls.
Junsu moaned under the treatment, slouching lower and spreading his legs more.
Changmin ran his hand over Junsu’s chest and to his neck. He tangled his hands in his hair and angled their lips for a deep kiss.
“Do I-I have permission to come?” Junsu asked breathlessly.
Changmin chuckled. “Yes, but just remember, that once an incubus has a taste of you, he won’t stop until he has more of you.”
“A risk I’m willing to take.” Junsu tangled his hands in Uknow’s hair. “Make me come.”
Uknow opened his mouth around the crown of Junsu’s dick and lifted it up with his mouth. His back arched and his cheeks hollowed and he lowered his head with moan, taking all of Junsu to the hilt. He swallowed and Junsu cried out, hips jerking up and slamming himself into the back of Uknow’s throat.
Uknow moaned and bobbed his head, slurping his tongue around the shaft.
“Demon’s don’t really need to breathe,” Changmin said. “A mouthful of come is more sustaining to Uknow than oxygen.”
Junsu pulled Uknow’s sweat-soaked hair, voice breaking off halfway through a cry. He froze and then shuddered. Uknow whimpered and his throat contracted and his adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed.
Junsu sagged into the couch, a smile on his face.
Changmin yanked Uknow back by his hair and shoved his tongue into the incubus’s throat. He moaned as they kissed. “He tastes good, doesn’t he, demon?”
Uknow nodded frantically.
Changmin pushed Uknow to the side and said, “Stay,” with a wave of his hand. Uknow froze in place, half a whimper escaping his lips. Changmin picked two orange scarves from the pile. The designs carried a variation of uruz, fehu, and kenaz. Each end of the scarf had braided satin/silk tassels with coral-colored opals at the ends. The combination could be used with almost anything, but in this situation, they’d be used for pleasure and fun. Changmin whispered activation spells and the runes glowed neon orange. With a smile, he took the scarves and trailed them up Junsu’s legs and over his chest. The opals clinked together.
Junsu shivered and twisted under the magical assault. His cock pulsed murky fluid on his stomach.
“I want to tie you up with these and shove my tongue and fingers into your body,” Changmin said.
Yoochun groaned at the image, which made Junsu laugh. He turned his body so his head was on the couch. He stretched his legs over Yoochun’s lap and rubbed his foot on the ridge of his erection. “Sure you don’t want to join us?”
Yoochun grabbed his ankle and brought his foot up to his mouth. He pressed a soft kiss to the sole of his foot and ran his hand up his leg. “Not now. I want to watch Changmin drive you crazy.”
Junsu laughed. “How would you like me, your Excellence.”
Changmin gripped Junsu’s hips and turned him back, so his ass was hanging off the edge of the couch. His head was smashed along the back and with a wave of his hand and a latin phrase, the couch expanded enough that Junsu could lay on his back comfortably.
“Grab your knees,” Changmin said.
Junsu obeyed, and spread his legs, showing off his body. With a smirk, Changmin ran the orange scarves over his skin again. Changmin quickly tied Junsu’s arms to his legs, leaving the opals to caress the sensitive skin on the back of Junsu’s thighs. The demon whimpered in need.
“Too tight?” Changmin asked.
Junsu shook his head. “Perfect, your Excellence.”
Changmin cupped Junsu’s ass. “Yes, perfection.” He leaned over Junsu’s body and ran his tongue down the shaft of his erection. Junsu moaned and licked his lips. Changmin did nothing more than press a soft kiss to each of his testicles, and then cupped them with his hand. He held them gently and licked down to his exposed entrance. He whispered a spell that manifested visually and wrapped around the furled skin before sinking into the pulsing channel.
Junsu screamed and his cock throbbed, jerking against his toned stomach.
Changmin’s tongue followed the spell and curled around his entrance before pressing inside. Junsu shook in his restraints, a ragged moan tearing from his throat. Changmin’s hands gripped Junsu’s ass tightly, spreading him open to tease him with smaller licks against his entrance, and wide swipes of his tongue up and down his cleft. The spell wriggled in and out of him, growing and stretching with each press into his body.
Changmin pressed his mouth against Junsu’s balls and whispered another spell. This one twisted black and red and wrapped around his erection, twirling around the shaft and up to the crown. A single tendril tightened around the base, pulling a sharp agonizing protest from Junsu.
Changmin chuckled and went back to playing with his body and dragging his tongue over the furled opening. Junsu was clenching, his entrance pulsing with every breath he took.
“I thought you said I could come,” Junsu ground out between clenched teeth. He rolled his hips up, moaning desperately. His body shivered through a dry orgasm, and then sagged into the couch.
Changmin smirked up at him. “You can. When I’m ready to let you.”
Junsu groaned in disappointment.
Changmin went back to licking all around his ass. He slid a finger up and down his cleft, leaving more trails of magic to play and tease Junsu’s skin.
Junsu’s breathing sped up and then he was moaning, trying to hump Changmin’s face.
“Has my magic prepared you enough?”
“Don’t, don’t ... care, fuck me. Please, fuck me.”
Changmin chuckled. He pressed a single finger into Junsu, pulling it back out surrounded by the spell.
“Fuck, please!”
Changmin kissed the quivering curve of his ass cheek and then used his grip on his thighs to push himself up. “Is he always this demanding?” he asked Yoochun.
“No. This is only eager. He hasn’t hit demanding yet.”
Changmin laughed. “Then I didn’t play with him enough.”
“Oh, fuck you both, please!”
Changmin shifted forward. He held his dick down and swiped it up and down Junsu’s cleft a few times. The magic twisted faster and curled around him, and Junsu’s body jerked and his mouth opened in a silent scream. Changmin pressed the tip to Junsu’s entrance and slowly pushed, biting his lower lip against the squeeze from the muscles gripping him tightly. He pulled out, teased the entrance with a few swirls and then pushed in again, only a little, before once again retreating to tease.
Junsu keened, body trembling in its bonds. “Please, oh, please, please. I need ... let me ... fuck me. Completely, please.”
Changmin pushed in slowly, fingers tightening their grip on Junsu’s thighs. He stopped for only a moment, and then thrust forward, burying himself completely.
Junsu screamed and Changmin moaned and pulled out before thrusting hard. His hips snapped against Junsu’s ass with a smack, and he rotated his hips for a different angle and did it again.
“Oh god, oh god, please, let me come.”
Changmin laughed, the noise taking form in whispers of smoky magic. They immediately fell to Junsu’s body and slid up his skin, over his nipples. Junsu screamed again through another violent, dry orgasm. Choked whimpers echoed through the room.
Yoochun frowned in concern, but Changmin smiled at him and winked. He mouthed, “Soon. Promise,” and sped up his thrusts. He held out a hand and snapped his fingers.
Uknow whined eagerly and crawled to the couch.
With deft fingers, Changmin released the scarves enough for Junsu to move his legs, but they stayed tied around his arms. Changmin took Junsu’s ankles in his hands and spread his legs wide and then wrapped them around his waist.
“Go sit on his cock,” Changmin said.
Uknow whimpered and climbed on the couch, almost falling back in his eagerness. He straddled Junsu’s hips and stopped, shaking while he waited for Changmin.
Changmin took the long end of the orange scarves and tied them up and around Uknow’s thighs, joining both of their pleasure. The demon shivered as the magic touched him, and lowered his head, mouth open. His dick pulsed clear fluid all over Junsu’s stomach. Changmin lifted Junsu’s erection and directed Uknow back and down on it. The demon moaned, sinking gratefully until he was flush against Junsu’s body.
“Fuck,” Junsu moaned.
Changmin stayed buried inside Junsu, unmoving and directed Uknow up and down. The demon was shaking so much that he barely had control of himself. Changmin ran his hands up and down Uknow’s back, leaving gleaming trails of magic. He bit down on Uknow’s earlobe and growled, “Come. I want to see him covered in you.”
Uknow whined and rocked his hips faster. His cock jerked up and around, and with a scream, he came, exploding all over Junsu’s chest and stomach. When Uknow would have stopped moving, Changmin held his hips and made him move anyway. Magic pulsed through the air and only seconds later, Uknow was screaming and coming agian.
Junsu’s moans blended perfectly with them, and the twisting magic left his dick, and he groaned, hips jerking up, cock slamming into Uknow. Every rune on Uknow’s body glowed silver and his his head tilted back and he froze. The warmth in the air left, and Yoochun shivered under the chill, remembering that moment of coming in Uknow, giving him what he needed most to survive.
Junsu shuddered and sagged, legs dropping. His hips jerked weakly, skin twitching through his release.
Uknow suddenly gasped and the coldness disappeared as fast as it had arrived. He fell backwards, twitching and incoherent. Changmin chuckled and released the scarves from the incubus. He lowered the demon to the floor, tightened the obsidian restraints, and then left him there to recover. Uknow was smiling even though his body continued to jerk.
Changmin ran his hands up Junsu’s thighs to his stomach. Slipping through the come, he continued up and pressed his fingers to Junsu’s lips. With a moan, Junsu licked at them.
“You want more?” Changmin asked.
Junsu shivered and nodded. “But you’ll have to hold my legs up.”
“No problem.”
Yoochun decided he’d watched long enough and leaned over Junsu for a short kiss. “Do you have enough energy to suck on my dick while Changmin fucks you?”
Junsu shivered and smiled widely. “Always.”
Part 4: Possessed
Part 2: Summoned
Part 1: Marked
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Pairing: Changmin/Yoochun/Uknow, Yoochun/Junsu, Changmin/Junsu/Uknow, Yoochun/Hero (in order of appearance)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They are only mine in my dreams and I do not have magic to bind them to me.
Summary: Being favored by a magician has its benefits. But it also has its costs.
A/N: I used the descriptions of runes and their powers from this website http://www.sunnyway.com/runes/galdr.html
Demon!Fic
Part 3:
Yoochun woke up slowly. Light permeated his eyelids. He moaned and stretched. The body next to his was shaking and twitching. Suddenly awake, Yoochun snapped upright and looked down at Junsu’s bruised and bloodied skin. His throat closed at the damage that he only vaguely remembered causing. Junsu’s screams and his fear echoed through his memories. Tears dripped down his cheek.
“Oh, baby, I’m sorry,” Yoochun whispered and ran his hand down Junsu’s side.
Junsu did not wake up and Yoochun shook his shoulder. He was obviously having some kind of nightmare.
“He won’t wake up until I let him,” a deep voice said to his right, and Yoochun twisted his head quickly, hair flinging to the side.
Changmin sat in an ornate chair, legs crossed, fingers steepled and pondered him.
Explain.
“Explain what?”
Changmin raised a single eyebrow.
Yoochun very carefully shifted around, until he was sitting and leaning against the headboard. He pulled Junsu’s shaking body next to him. Junsu clung to him in his sleep, limbs jerking. Their joined hands lay against Yoochun’s chest. There wasn’t anything else for Yoochun to do but hold him. His ran his free hand through Junsu’s hair.
“He would have been lost to your spells,” Yoochun said.
“Then so be it.”
Yoochun smiled. “I couldn’t do that when I had a way to keep him.”
Changmin stood up and crawled on the bed, arms and legs on either side of their bodies. His fingers traced the stitching joining their hands. “Powerful, even without magic.”
“I know.”
“You kept this thread from me also.”
“You did not ask.”
Changmin glared at him. “I should not have to ask.”
“I am not your personal weaver,” Yoochun said. “I am allowed my secrets.”
“Release the stitches.”
“No. I won’t let you have him.”
“I already have him,” Changmin said. He pressed fingers to Junsu’s temple, and Junsu screamed in his sleep.
Yoochun shut his eyes and squeezed Junsu’s hand in support.
Changmin sat back on his feet and pondered him. He withdrew a small blade from his belt. The light glinting off the black surface showed that it was obsidian. White flecks of crystallization covered the surface of it. Changmin slid the blade over his palm and squeezed. Drops of blood landed on Junsu’s back and Junsu whimpered.
Changmin painted runes in the blood, whispering incantations that slid over Yoochun’s skin in cold whispers. The bruises and cuts faded, leaving only the burning runes. Changmin moved his hand to Yoochun’s chest and placed his bloody palm over his heart. Heat burned through him, and Yoochun protested.
Everything halted, frozen in time.
“What?”
“I don’t like the last rune you etched into my skin,” Yoochun said. “I don’t want another one.”
Changmin smirked and said, “Too bad,” and finished the process.
A black wing appeared on his chest, feathers curled around his nipple. A few swipes of his finger added silvery pulsing runes. Wunjo, dagaz, othala. The three together almost guaranteed Yoochun success in everything he did.
It matched the one on Junsu’s back, though Junsu’s was embedded in the petals of a rose.
“Release him,” Changmin repeated and ran his other hand over his bloody palm to heal it.
Yoochun took a very deep breath and carefully plucked out the stitchings binding their hands. As soon as the last one was gone, Junsu’s body stilled. His face relaxed and his breathing steadied. He squirmed just enough to bury himself into Yoochun’s body, and then he smiled and slept on.
Changmin leaned forward, lips close to Yoochun’s. “I am very angry with you, but it’s not everyday nothing more than a human craftsman gets the best of me, and I admire that.” Changmin covered the distance between their lips for a short kiss. “Rest. I will have food sent up after you awake.”
Yoochun nodded his thanks, not trusting his voice. He was lucky that Changmin hadn’t killed them both.
Changmin’s visage flickered and then disappeared. Yoochun took a very deep breath. He shifted, settling deeper into the soft bed. Junsu made a noise in his sleep and readjusted.
Yoochun shut his eyes and for the first time in a month, he slept without the sexual nightmares and woke up refreshed and with a clear mind. Junsu lay next to him, awake but unwilling to move. His mouth pressed against the new tattoo on his chest, tongue lapping at the heated skin.
“It tastes like air,” Junsu said. “Clean, fresh air. The wind before a storm. Electric.”
Yoochun smiled at the description. “You have one, too, you know.” He trailed his fingers over the blooming roses. The air held a hint of fragrance.
“I can feel it. Why did he give us these?”
“I'm not sure.” Yoochun told him about the horrors in his mind and Changmin’s cryptic words of praise.
Junsu looked at his hand, the one that had been attached to Yoochun. The rune was still there, outlined in dots of pink scar tissue. Yoochun knew the scar would fade, but the runes would always be there.
There was a soft knock on the door, and then it opened, allowing a servant girl in. She curtsied, apologized for intruding and then entered the room, followed by a man pushing a cart. Yoochun’s stomach growled. They ate a succulent breakfast and then shuffled into the bathing room where they were scrubbed and washed and pampered with oils and lotions and massages. Afterward, breeches and tunics made with soft cotton that a master weaver could appreciate were brought to them, fitted and adjusted.
Another butler appeared and led them out of the room and down opulent staircases and long hallways covered in tapestries and paintings and vases.
“Why didn’t he just transport us?” Junsu muttered after going down another staircase.
“He’s a showoff,” Yoochun said. The rune on his chest warmed, almost like the feel of deep laughter against his skin.
After another hallway and another staircase, an ornate door opened; another butler bowed, and the first turned and left. They were ushered into the room and the door shut behind them.
The study was no less ostentatious than the rest of the house. The oversized desk was bigger than the workbenches at their shop, combined. It was framed with two floor-to-ceiling, arched windows, heavy drapes open to let in the afternoon light. A finely woven wool rug covered the majority of the stone floor. In front of the desk were two chairs. There were three couches along the walls, and most of the free space on those walls were filled with old books.
Changmin sat in a chair, contemplating them as they bowed deeply and muttered polite greetings.
The demon Uknow lay on the floor, curled up in front of the fireplace full of glowing coals. He looked naked, but then his body moved and Yoochun saw that he wore a pair of sheer white shorts. The black tattoos on his body contrasted nicely with them. A few of the runes were glowing silver.
When the door shut, Uknow lifted his head. His eyes widened and he lunged toward Yoochun. The leash on his neck snapped taut, jerking him back. Junsu meeped and grabbed Yoochun’s arm and hid behind his back.
Yoochun relearned how to breathe.
Uknow whined and clawed at the ground.
Changmin chuckled. “I told you. Addicted.”
Yoochun shook his head. It almost seemed cruel, and then Yoochun remembered that Uknow was a demon.
“Master, please,” Uknow begged.
Changmin glared at him and snapped his fingers. Uknow’s spine straightened, face twisting into a painful grimace. He fell to the floor. His back heaved with deep breaths.
Changmin stood up and motioned them to a small sofa. Yoochun’s sketch book and bags were on a small table. Changmin sat in the middle and gestured to either side of him. Junsu reluctantly let go of Yoochun and sat down on the very edge of the sofa. Yoochun fell more comfortably in it, having sat on that same couch many times before. He stretched out his legs.
The demon whimpered.
Changmin sighed in annoyance, but snapped his fingers again. The black chain slithered and coiled its way to them and attached itself to the floor right by Yoochun’s feet.
With an eager whine, Uknow pushed himself to his knees and crawled over. He rubbed his head on Yoochun’s leg. Yoochun reached for him and ran his hands through his hair. The rune on his thigh throbbed. Uknow sighed in pleasure, and curled around himself and laid down on the floor.
Changmin took the bag first and said, “I really like these. I’ve already tested them, and only this one doesn’t work the way I want it too.” He pulled out the green silk that had blue cotton sewn through it. Intricate lace patterns edged the length of the scarf. The ends were twisted and beaded with matching jade and sapphire beads. “I can’t find the plans for it in your book either.”
Yoochun peered over at Junsu, since his apprentice was the one who designed the scarf.
The boy cleared his throat. “It’s for h-healing, your Excellence.”
Changmin looked at him with narrowed eyes.
Junsu’s cheeks went red under the scrutiny but he took the scarf and spread it out. “The c-cotton forms of laguz, mannaz and berkano g-generate stable healing, but because of the jade and the s-sapphire, you can see into the healing process, how it works.”
Changmin’s eyes widened. “This amount of healing is not within my powers.”
“Which ...” Junsu had to take a deep to calm his nerves. “Which is w-why I suggested it. You can channel your p-powers through it.” He pointed to the lace. “I added nauthiz and your main rune thurisaz. It will help you grow stronger in healing.”
Changmin turned to Yoochun. “He’s good.”
“I know.”
Junsu’s cheeks went a brighter shade of pink and he muttered a humble response.
“And here I thought you were keeping him around for his gorgeous ass.”
Yoochun laughed. “That too.”
“Hyung!” Junsu protested.
Changmin smiled at him and then turned his attention back to the scarf. “These are exquisite. You two will be the guests of honor at my banquet tonight. And I will show off your talents.”
The rune on Yoochun’s thigh pulsed.
Changmin met his eyes, a smirk on his face. “Consensual talents, this time.”
Yoochun chuckled. “Okay.”
Changmin turned to Junsu with a leer. “Dinner isn’t for a few more hours. Whatever shall we do until then?”
Junsu eeped and leaned away from him.
Changmin picked up the boy’s hand and brought his fingertips to his lips. “I’m fully aware that you belong to Yoochun--”
“He doesn’t belong to me,” Yoochun interrupted.
Changmin ignored him. He trailed his fingers up Junsu’s arm. “--but I would really, really like to know what you taste like.”
Junsu’s breath sped up and his eyes darted to Yoochun’s. Yoochun smiled at him but said nothing. He had no claim on Junsu. They’d discussed that more than once.
Changmin’s mouth followed his fingers. Yoochun heard the whispers of spells up his skin, and Junsu moaned, head tilted on the back of the couch. His butt rose with a small swirl of his hips. One hand gripped the couch, knuckles going white. The other lifted, unsure and shaking, and settled on Changmin’s arm.
The demon reacted to the sudden sexual charge in the air with a whimper. He lifted his head, eyes wide.
Yoochun held his gaze and wondered what would happen if they weren’t caked with obsidian kohl.
“Yoochun,” Junsu whimpered.
Yoochun broke eye contact with great reluctance and turned his head. Changmin’s mouth was attached to Junsu’s neck. One hand had already loosened Junsu’s breeches and was sliding under the cloth.
Junsu held out his hand in invitation.
Yoochun smiled and shook his head. He took Junsu’s hand and kissed the impression of the rune on the back of it. “I’ve had sex at least twice a day for a month. Now that I have control of myself, I think I’ll take a break.”
Junsu pouted at him.
“Doesn’t mean I don’t mind watching,” Yoochun said.
“Master,” the demon whimpered and rubbed his face on Yoochun’s thigh.
And Yoochun realized he was talking to him, not to Changmin.
“Changmin,” Yoochun said warily. “I ... I don’t think ...”
Changmin pulled his mouth from Junsu’s throat. He lifted his hand and the obsidian chain rose and fell into his outstretched fingers. He tugged on it while moving off Junsu. He wrapped the chain around his hand, shortening it and pulled it taut. Uknow’s head tilted, and he swallowed roughly around the stone-chain collar.
“Take off his clothes,” Changmin said. “Don’t rip them.”
Uknow’s hands shook as he obeyed the command, starting with Junsu’s boots. He lowered his head, fingers flying over the laces. He yanked them off and tossed them to the side. He reached for the top of Junsu’s breeches. His fingers slipped under his shirt, and Junsu moaned at the demon’s light touch on his skin. He lifted his ass and Uknow pulled the breeches down. Junsu curled his legs up, and then lowered them and spread them around the demon. Uknow stared at his erection, eyes wanting and hard. He licked his lips.
Changmin yanked on the chain. “He’s not naked.”
Uknow swallowed and tugged on Junsu’s tunic. Junsu sat up and lifted his arms so Uknow could pull it over his head.
“Much better,” Changmin muttered and took the tunic. He carefully folded it and placed it on the table. And then he picked up a scarf from the pile. Junsu’s breath sped up, eyes on the black silk scarf, the one that Junsu had stitched thurisaz after thurisaz into. The ends had been hemmed with small beads of obsidian. It was a material manifestation of Changmin’s power. He activated all the runes, even the ones hidden within the others. The room darkened and the air went cold. In direct contrast, Changmin picked up the red scarf too, the one full of lust and greed. Just touching it to the black scarf activated the runes.
Uknow held still, but his body was taut with eagerness. Changmin twisted them together and bound Uknow’s wrists and elbows behind his back. Uknow cried out, body thrumming, and Changmin smirked down at him. He leaned close, lips almost touching and ran his fingertip up Uknow’s erection. The demon cried out and quaked. The thin, white shorts were immediately dampened and full of his release.
Changmin smacked him. “Bad pet. You are not allowed to come again.”
Uknow whined and looked up at Changmin with a deep pout. “I’m sorry, Master.”
“Play with his cock,” Changmin demanded.
Uknow practically squealed and lowered his head. He ran his tongue up Junsu’s twitching erection and then kissed the ridge of the crown. With lips and tongue, he went back down the shaft and then lapped at his balls.
Junsu moaned under the treatment, slouching lower and spreading his legs more.
Changmin ran his hand over Junsu’s chest and to his neck. He tangled his hands in his hair and angled their lips for a deep kiss.
“Do I-I have permission to come?” Junsu asked breathlessly.
Changmin chuckled. “Yes, but just remember, that once an incubus has a taste of you, he won’t stop until he has more of you.”
“A risk I’m willing to take.” Junsu tangled his hands in Uknow’s hair. “Make me come.”
Uknow opened his mouth around the crown of Junsu’s dick and lifted it up with his mouth. His back arched and his cheeks hollowed and he lowered his head with moan, taking all of Junsu to the hilt. He swallowed and Junsu cried out, hips jerking up and slamming himself into the back of Uknow’s throat.
Uknow moaned and bobbed his head, slurping his tongue around the shaft.
“Demon’s don’t really need to breathe,” Changmin said. “A mouthful of come is more sustaining to Uknow than oxygen.”
Junsu pulled Uknow’s sweat-soaked hair, voice breaking off halfway through a cry. He froze and then shuddered. Uknow whimpered and his throat contracted and his adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed.
Junsu sagged into the couch, a smile on his face.
Changmin yanked Uknow back by his hair and shoved his tongue into the incubus’s throat. He moaned as they kissed. “He tastes good, doesn’t he, demon?”
Uknow nodded frantically.
Changmin pushed Uknow to the side and said, “Stay,” with a wave of his hand. Uknow froze in place, half a whimper escaping his lips. Changmin picked two orange scarves from the pile. The designs carried a variation of uruz, fehu, and kenaz. Each end of the scarf had braided satin/silk tassels with coral-colored opals at the ends. The combination could be used with almost anything, but in this situation, they’d be used for pleasure and fun. Changmin whispered activation spells and the runes glowed neon orange. With a smile, he took the scarves and trailed them up Junsu’s legs and over his chest. The opals clinked together.
Junsu shivered and twisted under the magical assault. His cock pulsed murky fluid on his stomach.
“I want to tie you up with these and shove my tongue and fingers into your body,” Changmin said.
Yoochun groaned at the image, which made Junsu laugh. He turned his body so his head was on the couch. He stretched his legs over Yoochun’s lap and rubbed his foot on the ridge of his erection. “Sure you don’t want to join us?”
Yoochun grabbed his ankle and brought his foot up to his mouth. He pressed a soft kiss to the sole of his foot and ran his hand up his leg. “Not now. I want to watch Changmin drive you crazy.”
Junsu laughed. “How would you like me, your Excellence.”
Changmin gripped Junsu’s hips and turned him back, so his ass was hanging off the edge of the couch. His head was smashed along the back and with a wave of his hand and a latin phrase, the couch expanded enough that Junsu could lay on his back comfortably.
“Grab your knees,” Changmin said.
Junsu obeyed, and spread his legs, showing off his body. With a smirk, Changmin ran the orange scarves over his skin again. Changmin quickly tied Junsu’s arms to his legs, leaving the opals to caress the sensitive skin on the back of Junsu’s thighs. The demon whimpered in need.
“Too tight?” Changmin asked.
Junsu shook his head. “Perfect, your Excellence.”
Changmin cupped Junsu’s ass. “Yes, perfection.” He leaned over Junsu’s body and ran his tongue down the shaft of his erection. Junsu moaned and licked his lips. Changmin did nothing more than press a soft kiss to each of his testicles, and then cupped them with his hand. He held them gently and licked down to his exposed entrance. He whispered a spell that manifested visually and wrapped around the furled skin before sinking into the pulsing channel.
Junsu screamed and his cock throbbed, jerking against his toned stomach.
Changmin’s tongue followed the spell and curled around his entrance before pressing inside. Junsu shook in his restraints, a ragged moan tearing from his throat. Changmin’s hands gripped Junsu’s ass tightly, spreading him open to tease him with smaller licks against his entrance, and wide swipes of his tongue up and down his cleft. The spell wriggled in and out of him, growing and stretching with each press into his body.
Changmin pressed his mouth against Junsu’s balls and whispered another spell. This one twisted black and red and wrapped around his erection, twirling around the shaft and up to the crown. A single tendril tightened around the base, pulling a sharp agonizing protest from Junsu.
Changmin chuckled and went back to playing with his body and dragging his tongue over the furled opening. Junsu was clenching, his entrance pulsing with every breath he took.
“I thought you said I could come,” Junsu ground out between clenched teeth. He rolled his hips up, moaning desperately. His body shivered through a dry orgasm, and then sagged into the couch.
Changmin smirked up at him. “You can. When I’m ready to let you.”
Junsu groaned in disappointment.
Changmin went back to licking all around his ass. He slid a finger up and down his cleft, leaving more trails of magic to play and tease Junsu’s skin.
Junsu’s breathing sped up and then he was moaning, trying to hump Changmin’s face.
“Has my magic prepared you enough?”
“Don’t, don’t ... care, fuck me. Please, fuck me.”
Changmin chuckled. He pressed a single finger into Junsu, pulling it back out surrounded by the spell.
“Fuck, please!”
Changmin kissed the quivering curve of his ass cheek and then used his grip on his thighs to push himself up. “Is he always this demanding?” he asked Yoochun.
“No. This is only eager. He hasn’t hit demanding yet.”
Changmin laughed. “Then I didn’t play with him enough.”
“Oh, fuck you both, please!”
Changmin shifted forward. He held his dick down and swiped it up and down Junsu’s cleft a few times. The magic twisted faster and curled around him, and Junsu’s body jerked and his mouth opened in a silent scream. Changmin pressed the tip to Junsu’s entrance and slowly pushed, biting his lower lip against the squeeze from the muscles gripping him tightly. He pulled out, teased the entrance with a few swirls and then pushed in again, only a little, before once again retreating to tease.
Junsu keened, body trembling in its bonds. “Please, oh, please, please. I need ... let me ... fuck me. Completely, please.”
Changmin pushed in slowly, fingers tightening their grip on Junsu’s thighs. He stopped for only a moment, and then thrust forward, burying himself completely.
Junsu screamed and Changmin moaned and pulled out before thrusting hard. His hips snapped against Junsu’s ass with a smack, and he rotated his hips for a different angle and did it again.
“Oh god, oh god, please, let me come.”
Changmin laughed, the noise taking form in whispers of smoky magic. They immediately fell to Junsu’s body and slid up his skin, over his nipples. Junsu screamed again through another violent, dry orgasm. Choked whimpers echoed through the room.
Yoochun frowned in concern, but Changmin smiled at him and winked. He mouthed, “Soon. Promise,” and sped up his thrusts. He held out a hand and snapped his fingers.
Uknow whined eagerly and crawled to the couch.
With deft fingers, Changmin released the scarves enough for Junsu to move his legs, but they stayed tied around his arms. Changmin took Junsu’s ankles in his hands and spread his legs wide and then wrapped them around his waist.
“Go sit on his cock,” Changmin said.
Uknow whimpered and climbed on the couch, almost falling back in his eagerness. He straddled Junsu’s hips and stopped, shaking while he waited for Changmin.
Changmin took the long end of the orange scarves and tied them up and around Uknow’s thighs, joining both of their pleasure. The demon shivered as the magic touched him, and lowered his head, mouth open. His dick pulsed clear fluid all over Junsu’s stomach. Changmin lifted Junsu’s erection and directed Uknow back and down on it. The demon moaned, sinking gratefully until he was flush against Junsu’s body.
“Fuck,” Junsu moaned.
Changmin stayed buried inside Junsu, unmoving and directed Uknow up and down. The demon was shaking so much that he barely had control of himself. Changmin ran his hands up and down Uknow’s back, leaving gleaming trails of magic. He bit down on Uknow’s earlobe and growled, “Come. I want to see him covered in you.”
Uknow whined and rocked his hips faster. His cock jerked up and around, and with a scream, he came, exploding all over Junsu’s chest and stomach. When Uknow would have stopped moving, Changmin held his hips and made him move anyway. Magic pulsed through the air and only seconds later, Uknow was screaming and coming agian.
Junsu’s moans blended perfectly with them, and the twisting magic left his dick, and he groaned, hips jerking up, cock slamming into Uknow. Every rune on Uknow’s body glowed silver and his his head tilted back and he froze. The warmth in the air left, and Yoochun shivered under the chill, remembering that moment of coming in Uknow, giving him what he needed most to survive.
Junsu shuddered and sagged, legs dropping. His hips jerked weakly, skin twitching through his release.
Uknow suddenly gasped and the coldness disappeared as fast as it had arrived. He fell backwards, twitching and incoherent. Changmin chuckled and released the scarves from the incubus. He lowered the demon to the floor, tightened the obsidian restraints, and then left him there to recover. Uknow was smiling even though his body continued to jerk.
Changmin ran his hands up Junsu’s thighs to his stomach. Slipping through the come, he continued up and pressed his fingers to Junsu’s lips. With a moan, Junsu licked at them.
“You want more?” Changmin asked.
Junsu shivered and nodded. “But you’ll have to hold my legs up.”
“No problem.”
Yoochun decided he’d watched long enough and leaned over Junsu for a short kiss. “Do you have enough energy to suck on my dick while Changmin fucks you?”
Junsu shivered and smiled widely. “Always.”
Part 4: Possessed
Part 2: Summoned
Part 1: Marked
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