Obsidian 4/4
Title: Obsidian 4/4
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
I really really have to go on a writing fanfic hiatus for reals this time. I have to write 2 5000 word papers in 3 weeks. /sighs/ ... so ...
This will be me any time I have a fanfic idea ...
Demon!Fic
Part 4:
Changmin’s banquet was less than a dinner party and more of a drunken soiree. As promised (and before everyone was drunk), Changmin had properly introduced Yoochun as a master weaver and Junsu as his apprentice. He showed off the scarves and praised their talent, and since then, Yoochun had so many requests for orders, he knew he wouldn’t be able to complete them all. He was careful not to promise anything verbally; he had had more than one problem with that in the past.
While Yoochun spent most of the evening interacting with others and sipping on a glass of wine, Changmin kept Junsu next to him, arms linked most of the evening, and pulled him to everyone there. Yoochun caught more than one occasion of Changmin praising Junsu’s skill with lace. He kept the boy from being completely inebriated, but didn’t not stop himself from taking kisses and touches when he wanted them.
Uknow was trailing along behind them, and Junsu held the short, obsidian leash. The demon had been clothed in a black, sheer outfit for the evening. Some of the runes on his body shone silver through the material.
Junsu stood out in an almost-neon green jacket, one of Changmin’s favorites that he had magically altered to fit Junsu’s smaller frame. He wore a black tunic and breeches underneath it and boots that were a darker shade of the green. He also wore the green healing scarf covered in laguz, mannaz and berkano runes.
Changmin once again wore black pants with a black coat that Yoochun had embroidered thurisaz into with red silk thread. The shirt under the coat was blood red. The specially made black scarf covered in thurisaz was wrapped around his neck.
Yoochun had asked to be dressed in muted blue, and Changmin decided that meant sky blue. He stood out and felt slightly embarrassed, but the coat was well-made and comfortable, and his breeches were a darker blue, and his shirt was white. Changmin allowed Yoochun to wear one of his blue scarfs, full of uruz and dagaz.
Changmin made his way over to where Yoochun stood against the wall. Junsu smiled widely at him and the demon Uknow rubbed his face against Yoochun’s thigh in greeting.
Yoochun bowed.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” Changmin asked.
Yoochun shrugged. “Yes, your Excellence.”
Changmin smirked. “I much prefer it when you call me by my name. Whispered or moaned.”
The rune on Yoochun’s thigh thrummed at the memories of doing just that a couple hours ago. His body still hadn’t quite recovered
“I have a proposition for you.”
Yoochun froze with his glass halfway to his lips, immediately on guard.
“You said quite clearly that you were not my personal weaver. Now, you are.”
“What?” Yoochun said, glad he hadn’t taken a drink or he would have spit it out.
“You work for no one else. You move here. You make what I want, and more of what I don’t think I want.” He waved the green and blue scarf that was currently wrapped around Junsu’s neck.
Yoochun looked over at Junsu.
“Junsu, too,” Changmin said immediately. “I’ve never seen anyone create such beautiful lace, and I am a selfish person. I do not wish to share either of your talents or any of your other talents anymore.”
“That is a pretty big proposition,” Yoochun said.
“And I don’t expect you to act on it right away. I’d like you to stay for a few days and think it over.”
“Stay so you can load us with the niceties of being rich?”
Changmin looked at him carefully. “Yes. Including the one you have kneeling at your feet.”
“Having a demon addicted to my taste and scent is not what I would call a nicety.”
“Then it’s the wrong demon.”
Yoochun tilted his head in question. Before he could ask, Changmin turned from him.
“Gentleman!” Changmin’s voice rang out around the crowd, echoing until all the men present were silenced. He sauntered across the room and stood upon a dais with Junsu at his side; the incubus curled at their feet.
“Thank you all for coming, and tonight’s entertainment is my greatest surprise.”
Changmin waved his hand, and black smoke trickled from his fingers. The swirls of mist gathered in a corner, toiling and boiling, over and through each other. The black cloud grew larger and larger. All their cloaks billowed in a silent, cold wind.
With a clap of his hands that sounded as thunder, the mists dropped and revealed their secret.
Bound to the stone wall in heavy black and silver chains was a man. The wall around him had been carved into a circle that glowed with powerful thurisaz. The thick chains were attached to a spiked collar on his neck, and he fought against them, possibly screaming. But there was no sound. Magically blocked. The chains slammed against the wall, his muscles strained under his effort. Silent.
It was impossible to discern his features because of the heavy metal mask on his face, obscuring his mouth and nose. There were thick, spiked cuffs on his wrists and ankles. Heavy leathered branded with more thurisaz covered his chest and back. The pants he’d been wearing were tattered.
The man’s head snapped up and Yoochun inhaled sharply. It wasn’t a man. It was a demon, with coal-black eyes and pale skin. Its eyes were darkened with obsidian kohl, but otherwise its pale skin was free of runes.
“I lost touch with some of you over the last month, and this is why. Little Hero made my life a bit of a mess for a while.” Changmin walked over the to the raging demon and put his hand on its neck, above the collar, under the mask. The demon tried to jerk away. Changmin’s magic wrapped around its neck and held it still.
Changmin lifted the demon’s head and smirked at its glare. “Such a naughty incubus. He put up quite a fight, but he did not know who he was messing with and by the time he did, it was too late, and he was ensnared.” More black swirls of magic cascaded down the demon’s body. The mask over his face flickered and disappeared. The cuffs on his ankles and wrists changed from spiky monstrosities to what looked like leather but shone with obsidian.
His eyes shut and his whimper echoed in the suddenly quiet room.
Yoochun stopped listening to Changmin’s details of the capture, just as ensnared by the demon’s beauty as the audience was ensnared by Changmin’s tale. His skin was so pale, and free of any of the markings that covered Uknow’s body. He had broad shoulders and a tiny non-human waist. Porcelain, perfection. His true form. The incubus could make himself look like anything he wanted to, including a woman, to capture someone’s soul and essence.
Yoochun needed to touch him.
His vision was blocked by Changmin’s body. A deep tearing filled the room and when Changmin stepped away, the leather vest was gone, and the tattered pants that had covered the demon’s lower half hung by merely a stirp of cloth around his waist. With a casual wave of his hand, the rest of the cloth billowed away and left the demon naked. The demon pulled at its chains with a snarl and a few of the men jumped in surprise.
“There are only two things keeping Hero in check,” Changmin explained. He ran his hands over the demon’s eyes and more obsidian black blossomed, forming curls and twists in designs across his cheek. Two bold thurisaz and geborunes shone silver on his prominent cheek bones.
The demon’s gasp echoed through the room, and he fell to his knees, choking himself on the thick chain.
Yoochun licked his lips. The need to touch him was replaced with an obsession to claim him.
Changmin lifted the demon’s head with a finger under his chin. His other hand ran around his neck, and he whispered spells that wound their way around Hero’s neck. The thick chain shook and turned a deeper shade of black, reflecting the light over the walls in dark rainbows. The air went cold for a moment, and the chain fell, clinking softly upon itself as it landed on the carpet.
“Who do you belong to?” Changmin whispered. His eyes were pools of deep red. The room filled with an electric taste of lightning.
“M-Master.” The demon’s broken voice echoed around the room.
Changmin smirked and leaned down enough to press a kiss to pink, pouty lips. The demon whimpered, body frozen in anticipation of being touched.
“You, my beautiful pet, will do whatever I tell you to do, right?”
“Master, yes, please.”
“This chain is always where I want you, wherever it goes, you are to follow it, understand?”
The demon looked confused, but nodded and said again, “Yes, Master.”
“Such an adorable thing,” Changmin cooed at him and then kissed him again.
The chain suddenly shivered. The end of it trailed along the floor silently.
Yoochun watched it until it stopped at his feet. He looked at the chain, and then up to Changmin’s knowing smirk.
“Do not, under any circumstances, take the chain off his neck or the cuffs off his wrists and ankles. They keep him from doing anything physical that you or I don’t want him to do. If he wipes the obsidian from his eyes, you’ll be dead before I can help you.”
Yoochun swallowed nervously. Despite the desire thrumming through him. Uknow was controlled and covered in runes. Hero was new and unmarked.
“Go!” Changmin snapped and slapped the demon across the face.
Hero whimpered and lowered his head. He crawled down the two steps and followed the chain to Yoochun’s feet. He sat back on his heels and looked up at Yoochun, head tilted. The swirls of obsidian only made his black eyes darker, and Yoochun could not look away. Part of him worried that he was already under the spell of the incubus.
Hero whimpered, and Yoochun blinked and shook his head. He was very aware of all the eyes on him (a few of them glares of jealousy). He reached forward and ran his fingers over Hero’s lips. They parted with a wet sound and Hero sucked the pad of his thumb softly. Yoochun shivered and pressed the thumb forward, into his mouth. He ran his thumb over Hero’s bottom teeth before the demon closed his lips and sucked.
Yoochun shivered. His eyes shut with a moan and he tilted his head back. The warmth of that mouth and the whimpers from that throat made up his mind and he didn’t give a fuck who was watching. He used his other hand to yank up his tunic and unlace his breeches. He fished his cock from his pants. Hooking his thumb to the demon’s jaw, he pulled him closer.
“Suck,” he said, voice deeper and harsher than he’d ever heard it. He didn’t care. His dick was so hard and he wanted that demon’s lips on him.
The head of his cock pushed against the side of Hero’s mouth and then he turned and Yoochun moved his thumb. A sinful glide of a tongue up the shaft pulled a ragged moan from Yoochun’s throat. Heat closed around the pliant head and Hero bobbed his head forward, all the way, until his nose hit Yoochun’s stomach. The angle meant he couldn’t take him all, but it was definitely enough.
Yoochun moaned, hips moving forward, trying for more.
Hero whimpered. His mouth tightened as he pulled back, the muscles squeezing Yoochun’s erection. He let half out and then took it back in deeply. He stopped and swallowed. His eyes rolled up, and Yoochun held his breath. Again captivated by the demon’s beauty, Yoochun did nothing more than run his fingers over the other’s cheeks and ears, and then down his throat.
Hero’s eyelashes fluttered, leaving little specks of obsidian on his cheeks.
Yoochun cradled his throat, thumbs pressing just above his adam’s apple, feeling the bulge of his cock down that deeply. He pushed harder, and finally the demon gagged just a little. He moved back and forward again, eyes shutting. Yoochun let him. He watched his dick disappear again and again behind the now-rosy red lips. His fingers trailed up and over his neck, catching on the chain that kept Hero under control. Every time he touched it, Hero whimpered, so Yoochun kept doing it. Hero moved a little faster, tilting his head just enough to get a bit more down his throat.
Yoochun wrapped his fingers in the chain and pulled as a particularly strong burst of pleasure shot through him. He moaned, hips canting forward. With one hand in the chain and the other one in the demon’s soft, black hair, Yoochun fucked his throat. The rune on his thigh suddenly burst to life with pleasure and lust and greed. Yoochun’s knee buckled and he toppled forward. The demon’s hands steadied him and Yoochun found himself on all fours, his cock still in that mouth, and he rammed his hips down, this time getting all the way in that throat. Vision blurry, he looked under his body and watched the demon take the abuse, much as he had the very first time with Uknow. Whimpers echoed through the room, and only half of them were from the demon. The chain was still in his hand and he yanked on it, tightening the loop around the demon’s neck.
The rune again pulsed with need, and Yoochun gasped, one elbow collapsing. He cried out, hips jerking wildly and his orgasm exploded from him. The demon keened, gagged on the load of his release and then swallowed. Yoochun’s hips kept moving, but slowed. Hero ran his tongue around Yoochun’s dick, until Yoochun pushed up from the floor and pulled his hips away. His dick slapped up and hit his stomach. The demon whimpered for more.
The pulsing from the rune kept his cock hard.
With a shiver, Yoochun grabbed the chain in his hand and yanked on it. He crawled over the demon’s body, leaving heated kisses down his chest and stomach. The sensitive skin flushed and pebbled. He wondered how long Changmin was going to keep the rune activated, and decided he didn’t care. He wanted the demon more than he wanted to stay sane.
Yoochun positioned himself over Hero, knees pressed tight against Hero’s hips. He ran his hands and then his nails over the pale skin, shivering with the demon at the raised red lines he left behind. His mind easily supplied a vision of that skin covered in this welts, and Yoochun moaned. There were too many options and too many things that had to be done to the demon.
But first ...
Yoochun shuffled back, with a firm grip on the demon’s hips, he rolled him over. Shivering, the demon complied, and Yoochun, in a voice he didn’t recognize, ordered the demon to his knees, head on the floor. Yoochun wound the thin chain around one palm, tugging on it roughly. The demon whimpered and choked, fingers clawing at the floor.
With a smirk, Yoochun brought his hand back and down, the smack resounding sharply through the room. Flushed skin went bright red and then faded. Yoochun spanked his ass again, watching the muscles shake and the hand print fade.
Look up.
With a snarl, Yoochun took his eyes off the beautiful skin. Changmin stood in front of him with a bottle of lube. Yoochun snagged it from his hand, and dropped it immediately. He didn’t want lube. He wanted to claim, possess and touch this demon in every way.
Fine, you don’t have to be testy.
Yoochun focused back on the demon’s beautiful skin. His ass was a satisfying shade of pink. Gripping both cheeks roughly, Yoochun spread him open. The shivering treat pulsed with every breath Hero took. Yoochun scraped his nail over the furled skin, pulling a needy whimper from the demon’s throat. He pressed the pad of his finger to tight opening and just left it there, running his other hand (with the chain) up the demon’s back. The demon shivered, barely keeping control of himself.
Yoochun lifted his hand to his mouth and covered the pad of his finger with spit. He pushed it again against the demon’s entrance, this time adding enough pressure to slip it past the initial resistance. The demon keened, fingers scrabbling uselessly on the floor. Yoochun removed his finger, and leaned down. Both hands went back to his ass, squeezing and spreading while he ran his tongue up the cleft, balls to tailbone. He did it again, tongue pausing for a breath against the clenched opening.
Almost painful noises came from the demon and vibrated down his skin.
Yoochun tightened his grip, spreading the demon further and lapped at his entrance, not pushing in. Teasing. Punishing. Every noise and twitch from the demon slipped through Yoochun’s soul, thudded through the need to control and take and possess. The rune pulsed in time, connected with his throbbing erection.
With a growl that caused the demon to moan, Yoochun pressed a finger into his body. The muscles clamped down, and Yoochun licked around the finger, sliding it in and out until it was completely encased. He forced in a second finger with the first, pumping them faster. He twisted and spread them, spitting and licking between them.
The rune throbbed, demanding satisfaction. Yoochun had learned that there was no satisfying it, but he’d at least try.
Yoochun pulled away from his ass, but pushed a third finger into the wet mess. He spanked Hero with the chain-wrapped hand. The demon whimpered, “Master!’, cutting off into a deep moan.
After a couple more pumps of his fingers, Yoochun pulled them out. He lathered his palm with spit and gripped his cock. Hissing, he shut his eyes, staving off the sudden burst of pleasure from the rune. Covering that pink ass with come was definitely on his list of things to do, but not until he’d been inside and fucked the twitching hole raw.
With the chained hand pressing firmly against one cheek, Yoochun held his dick down. He had to shift forward. He swiped his cock up and down the wet cleft. He let his mouth fill with spit, then dribbled it down to the heated skin. It landed on the curve of a cheek. Yoochun ran the head of his erection through it, and then pressed against the pulsating entrance. He pushed forward, let go of his dick and squeezed both cheeks hard. He thrust forward, groaning as he buried himself in the tight channel. The incubus cried out and thrust back. Yoochun brought his hand down in a sharp spank to still him. Whimpering, the demon turned his head and their eyes met.
Black. Begging. Pleading. Dying.
Yoochun smirked. How long could you deny a demon a release before it died? He’d have to ask Changmin.
Considering how much trouble Changmin went into capturing the demon and how utterly beautiful he was, Yoochun figured that Changmin would be a little upset if any harm came to the creature.
After taking a deep breath, Yoochun moved. Slow. Dragging his cock out of Hero’s body before pushing back in. They both groaned. Yoochun’s head tilted back, his grip tightened. He moved again slowly. Nothing was slick enough, and the drag was almost painful. Almost.
Yoochun thrust forward, tearing a ragged cry from the demon’s throat. He set a steady pace, slamming his hips forward and pulling Hero back at the same time. Their bodies slapped together violently. The rune pulsed in time to his thrusts, each one full of stronger pleasure than the last. Swirls of mist encircled them, adding even more pleasure around them.
Hero whimpered, arms stretched in front of him, fingers clutching at the rough stone of the floor. Yoochun’s knees ached, and his back protested the continuous movements. He wanted Hero on top of him, riding him, covering him with come. Yoochun growled and sped up, thrusting faster and harder. The demon cried out, body shaking. His entrance pulsed around Yoochun’s dick.
With a growl, Yoochun slid his hand up the demon’s back and wrapped his fingers around the chain. He yanked, choking the demon while pulling him up. Yoochun wrapped his hand around the demon’s waist and grabbed his dick. He stroked roughly, in time to the shorter thrusts into his body. Hero gripped his thighs, fingers on the rune. It flared hot, and Yoochun cried out at the needle sharp pain shooting over his skin. The demon used the grip to ride Yoochun’s cock. His dick throbbed, whimpers and cries kept time to his pace, quivering and cutting off with lust. His erection suddenly swelled and he froze, mouth open, black eyes wide and unseeing. His dick pulsed and shot come in high arches, splattering over the stone.
The demon went limp, chest rising and falling with deep breaths. His entrance pulsed around Yoochun’s cock. Drawing his pleasure to the surface. He closed his mouth around Hero’s shoulder and bit down. The air went cold, the demon froze. The sweat on Yoochun’s skin sent a fiery heat to his cock and, with a few more thrusts into the pulsating chill, he exploded, screaming his release into the demon’s skin, and pumped the demon full of come.
As soon as the air warmed again, the demon fell to the side. Yoochun caught him in a strong embrace and lowered the demon to the floor, his knees still bent, ass in the air.
Yoochun slid his cock out and watched as come dribbled out of the red, swollen entrance. He licked his lips. Pressing his thumb into the worn hole, he gripped the edge and tugged. The demon whimpers went high with pain. Yoochun added another finger, tugging roughly on the edge of his body. The rune on his thigh pulsed, keeping his cock hard. The demon may have had what he wanted, but the rune didn’t. Yoochun didn’t care how long it took. He removed his fingers, swiped his cock up and down the messy cleft and pushed back into the demon.
Hero moaned, but thrust back weakly.
Yoochun smirked. He pressed a finger into the tight entrance with his cock and then added a second and a third. He held his dick steady and fucked him with his fingers.
Fingers carded through his hair and he looked up into Junsu’s smiling face.
“Feel good?”
Yoochun nodded. “Want to fuck him with me? He’s almost stretched enough.”
Junsu laughed. “Not right now. Changmin wants to know if you want a room?”
Yoochun only then remembered that they were in the middle of a ballroom surrounded by people.
“The room will have more chains and things to shove inside him,” Junsu said with a smirk.
Yoochun moaned, hips rolling, and nodded. A moment later, there was a bed under his knees, and Yoochun took advantage of all the amenities the room offered and fucked the demon through the night.
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Yoochun woke up to a hand running over his side and the warmth of a body next to his. He moaned and arched his body into the touch. The rune was silent on his thigh. Lips followed the hand and then words and whispers danced, spreading a chill over his skin.
Yoochun pried his eyes open and looked over his shoulder.
Changmin smiled at him.
Yoochun moaned and tightened his hold on Hero. He rocked his sudden erection into the demon’s thigh and buried his face into the demon’s neck while the sensual magic danced around them. Hero shivered, but did not wake up.
“So?” Changmin asked.
Yoochun grunted. “Good sex.”
Changmin laughed. “Yeah, the demon always makes sex better. But that isn’t what I meant.”
“Can we discuss this after I’ve had a shower and some coffee, and maybe another orgasm?”
“Of course, but first ...” He moved to the demon and pried him out of Yoochun’s arm, ignoring Yoochun’s protest.
Hero woke up with a grunt, and his eyes opened and then widened seeing Changmin hovering over him. “M-master.”
“Hello, beautiful.” Changmin ran his hands over Hero’s face and down his neck and to his chest. The scratches and bite marks and hickys disappeared under his healing touch, and Yoochun made another noise of protest.
“Calm down,” Changmin said. “This just means you get to mark him up again.”
Yoochun frowned but didn’t say anything else. He propped up on an elbow, watching as swirls of black and gray converged around the demon’s skin. Changmin pressed his hand to Hero’s chest, whispering incantations. The demon’s eyes snapped open, his back arched from the bed. With a silenced scream, he reached for Changmin and froze under the magic. His body jerked and then collapsed. Changmin pulled his hand away.
On the demon’s chest, in the same place as Yoochun’s, was a tattoo. Matching Yoochun’s. A wing, full of Wunjo, dagaz and othala runes.
“The first rune on a demon’s skin is important,” Changmin said, running his finger over the runes. “It becomes the basis for your power over them.”
“Does that make Hero mine?”
“In a sense. Consider him a gift. I am content with Uknow, and Junsu’s added a fun, eager dimension to us. If you’d like, then yes, Hero is yours.”
“What’s the catch?” Yoochun asked.
Changmin smiled. “Just as I proposed yesterday. Stay here. Be my weaver, my tailor, my fabric expert. You’ll never want for work, food, shelter, sex.” Changmin manuevered the demon’s twitching body until he was laying on his stomach, Changmin straddling his bare ass. He ran his hands up and down the demon’s back. Black swirls of spells followed them, and the demon screamed again and again as Changmin covered his back in brands, using a combination of thurisaz and gebo. When the mist cleared, decorating Hero’s shoulders were a pair of wings and runes twisting around and down his spine.
“There. All controlled and docile now,” Changmin said. “Well, not too docile, but now it won’t matter if you want to take the cuffs off his ankles and wrists. Keep him leashed most of the day until he learns to follow you without it. And as before, do not remove the obsidian from his eyes. I’ll re-apply that and the magic every week or so.”
Yoochun ran his hand down the demon’s back and cupped his ass. Part of him knew that he had to get up and shower and eat, but the other part was more important, the part that had his dick hard and aching to be shoved back into his demon's body. His Hero. His demon. All his. A gift that Yoochun was more than happy to posses.
His demon’s skin was shuddering, fluttering, twitching. Yoochun ran his finger down the cleft of his ass, and his demon's hips rose, a soft whimper escaping him.
“I’ll talk to Junsu about staying, although it sounds like he won’t mind all that much.”
Changmin chuckled. “No, he won’t.” With a smirk, Changmin leaned over, cupped Yoochun’s face and pressed a kiss to his lips. Yoochun’s eyes softly shut and he sighed into the kiss. Their tongues touched for only a moment, and Changmin pulled away. “You don’t mind all that much, either.”
“No, I don’t.”
Part 3: Joined
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
I really really have to go on a writing fanfic hiatus for reals this time. I have to write 2 5000 word papers in 3 weeks. /sighs/ ... so ...
This will be me any time I have a fanfic idea ...
Demon!Fic
Part 4:
Changmin’s banquet was less than a dinner party and more of a drunken soiree. As promised (and before everyone was drunk), Changmin had properly introduced Yoochun as a master weaver and Junsu as his apprentice. He showed off the scarves and praised their talent, and since then, Yoochun had so many requests for orders, he knew he wouldn’t be able to complete them all. He was careful not to promise anything verbally; he had had more than one problem with that in the past.
While Yoochun spent most of the evening interacting with others and sipping on a glass of wine, Changmin kept Junsu next to him, arms linked most of the evening, and pulled him to everyone there. Yoochun caught more than one occasion of Changmin praising Junsu’s skill with lace. He kept the boy from being completely inebriated, but didn’t not stop himself from taking kisses and touches when he wanted them.
Uknow was trailing along behind them, and Junsu held the short, obsidian leash. The demon had been clothed in a black, sheer outfit for the evening. Some of the runes on his body shone silver through the material.
Junsu stood out in an almost-neon green jacket, one of Changmin’s favorites that he had magically altered to fit Junsu’s smaller frame. He wore a black tunic and breeches underneath it and boots that were a darker shade of the green. He also wore the green healing scarf covered in laguz, mannaz and berkano runes.
Changmin once again wore black pants with a black coat that Yoochun had embroidered thurisaz into with red silk thread. The shirt under the coat was blood red. The specially made black scarf covered in thurisaz was wrapped around his neck.
Yoochun had asked to be dressed in muted blue, and Changmin decided that meant sky blue. He stood out and felt slightly embarrassed, but the coat was well-made and comfortable, and his breeches were a darker blue, and his shirt was white. Changmin allowed Yoochun to wear one of his blue scarfs, full of uruz and dagaz.
Changmin made his way over to where Yoochun stood against the wall. Junsu smiled widely at him and the demon Uknow rubbed his face against Yoochun’s thigh in greeting.
Yoochun bowed.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” Changmin asked.
Yoochun shrugged. “Yes, your Excellence.”
Changmin smirked. “I much prefer it when you call me by my name. Whispered or moaned.”
The rune on Yoochun’s thigh thrummed at the memories of doing just that a couple hours ago. His body still hadn’t quite recovered
“I have a proposition for you.”
Yoochun froze with his glass halfway to his lips, immediately on guard.
“You said quite clearly that you were not my personal weaver. Now, you are.”
“What?” Yoochun said, glad he hadn’t taken a drink or he would have spit it out.
“You work for no one else. You move here. You make what I want, and more of what I don’t think I want.” He waved the green and blue scarf that was currently wrapped around Junsu’s neck.
Yoochun looked over at Junsu.
“Junsu, too,” Changmin said immediately. “I’ve never seen anyone create such beautiful lace, and I am a selfish person. I do not wish to share either of your talents or any of your other talents anymore.”
“That is a pretty big proposition,” Yoochun said.
“And I don’t expect you to act on it right away. I’d like you to stay for a few days and think it over.”
“Stay so you can load us with the niceties of being rich?”
Changmin looked at him carefully. “Yes. Including the one you have kneeling at your feet.”
“Having a demon addicted to my taste and scent is not what I would call a nicety.”
“Then it’s the wrong demon.”
Yoochun tilted his head in question. Before he could ask, Changmin turned from him.
“Gentleman!” Changmin’s voice rang out around the crowd, echoing until all the men present were silenced. He sauntered across the room and stood upon a dais with Junsu at his side; the incubus curled at their feet.
“Thank you all for coming, and tonight’s entertainment is my greatest surprise.”
Changmin waved his hand, and black smoke trickled from his fingers. The swirls of mist gathered in a corner, toiling and boiling, over and through each other. The black cloud grew larger and larger. All their cloaks billowed in a silent, cold wind.
With a clap of his hands that sounded as thunder, the mists dropped and revealed their secret.
Bound to the stone wall in heavy black and silver chains was a man. The wall around him had been carved into a circle that glowed with powerful thurisaz. The thick chains were attached to a spiked collar on his neck, and he fought against them, possibly screaming. But there was no sound. Magically blocked. The chains slammed against the wall, his muscles strained under his effort. Silent.
It was impossible to discern his features because of the heavy metal mask on his face, obscuring his mouth and nose. There were thick, spiked cuffs on his wrists and ankles. Heavy leathered branded with more thurisaz covered his chest and back. The pants he’d been wearing were tattered.
The man’s head snapped up and Yoochun inhaled sharply. It wasn’t a man. It was a demon, with coal-black eyes and pale skin. Its eyes were darkened with obsidian kohl, but otherwise its pale skin was free of runes.
“I lost touch with some of you over the last month, and this is why. Little Hero made my life a bit of a mess for a while.” Changmin walked over the to the raging demon and put his hand on its neck, above the collar, under the mask. The demon tried to jerk away. Changmin’s magic wrapped around its neck and held it still.
Changmin lifted the demon’s head and smirked at its glare. “Such a naughty incubus. He put up quite a fight, but he did not know who he was messing with and by the time he did, it was too late, and he was ensnared.” More black swirls of magic cascaded down the demon’s body. The mask over his face flickered and disappeared. The cuffs on his ankles and wrists changed from spiky monstrosities to what looked like leather but shone with obsidian.
His eyes shut and his whimper echoed in the suddenly quiet room.
Yoochun stopped listening to Changmin’s details of the capture, just as ensnared by the demon’s beauty as the audience was ensnared by Changmin’s tale. His skin was so pale, and free of any of the markings that covered Uknow’s body. He had broad shoulders and a tiny non-human waist. Porcelain, perfection. His true form. The incubus could make himself look like anything he wanted to, including a woman, to capture someone’s soul and essence.
Yoochun needed to touch him.
His vision was blocked by Changmin’s body. A deep tearing filled the room and when Changmin stepped away, the leather vest was gone, and the tattered pants that had covered the demon’s lower half hung by merely a stirp of cloth around his waist. With a casual wave of his hand, the rest of the cloth billowed away and left the demon naked. The demon pulled at its chains with a snarl and a few of the men jumped in surprise.
“There are only two things keeping Hero in check,” Changmin explained. He ran his hands over the demon’s eyes and more obsidian black blossomed, forming curls and twists in designs across his cheek. Two bold thurisaz and geborunes shone silver on his prominent cheek bones.
The demon’s gasp echoed through the room, and he fell to his knees, choking himself on the thick chain.
Yoochun licked his lips. The need to touch him was replaced with an obsession to claim him.
Changmin lifted the demon’s head with a finger under his chin. His other hand ran around his neck, and he whispered spells that wound their way around Hero’s neck. The thick chain shook and turned a deeper shade of black, reflecting the light over the walls in dark rainbows. The air went cold for a moment, and the chain fell, clinking softly upon itself as it landed on the carpet.
“Who do you belong to?” Changmin whispered. His eyes were pools of deep red. The room filled with an electric taste of lightning.
“M-Master.” The demon’s broken voice echoed around the room.
Changmin smirked and leaned down enough to press a kiss to pink, pouty lips. The demon whimpered, body frozen in anticipation of being touched.
“You, my beautiful pet, will do whatever I tell you to do, right?”
“Master, yes, please.”
“This chain is always where I want you, wherever it goes, you are to follow it, understand?”
The demon looked confused, but nodded and said again, “Yes, Master.”
“Such an adorable thing,” Changmin cooed at him and then kissed him again.
The chain suddenly shivered. The end of it trailed along the floor silently.
Yoochun watched it until it stopped at his feet. He looked at the chain, and then up to Changmin’s knowing smirk.
“Do not, under any circumstances, take the chain off his neck or the cuffs off his wrists and ankles. They keep him from doing anything physical that you or I don’t want him to do. If he wipes the obsidian from his eyes, you’ll be dead before I can help you.”
Yoochun swallowed nervously. Despite the desire thrumming through him. Uknow was controlled and covered in runes. Hero was new and unmarked.
“Go!” Changmin snapped and slapped the demon across the face.
Hero whimpered and lowered his head. He crawled down the two steps and followed the chain to Yoochun’s feet. He sat back on his heels and looked up at Yoochun, head tilted. The swirls of obsidian only made his black eyes darker, and Yoochun could not look away. Part of him worried that he was already under the spell of the incubus.
Hero whimpered, and Yoochun blinked and shook his head. He was very aware of all the eyes on him (a few of them glares of jealousy). He reached forward and ran his fingers over Hero’s lips. They parted with a wet sound and Hero sucked the pad of his thumb softly. Yoochun shivered and pressed the thumb forward, into his mouth. He ran his thumb over Hero’s bottom teeth before the demon closed his lips and sucked.
Yoochun shivered. His eyes shut with a moan and he tilted his head back. The warmth of that mouth and the whimpers from that throat made up his mind and he didn’t give a fuck who was watching. He used his other hand to yank up his tunic and unlace his breeches. He fished his cock from his pants. Hooking his thumb to the demon’s jaw, he pulled him closer.
“Suck,” he said, voice deeper and harsher than he’d ever heard it. He didn’t care. His dick was so hard and he wanted that demon’s lips on him.
The head of his cock pushed against the side of Hero’s mouth and then he turned and Yoochun moved his thumb. A sinful glide of a tongue up the shaft pulled a ragged moan from Yoochun’s throat. Heat closed around the pliant head and Hero bobbed his head forward, all the way, until his nose hit Yoochun’s stomach. The angle meant he couldn’t take him all, but it was definitely enough.
Yoochun moaned, hips moving forward, trying for more.
Hero whimpered. His mouth tightened as he pulled back, the muscles squeezing Yoochun’s erection. He let half out and then took it back in deeply. He stopped and swallowed. His eyes rolled up, and Yoochun held his breath. Again captivated by the demon’s beauty, Yoochun did nothing more than run his fingers over the other’s cheeks and ears, and then down his throat.
Hero’s eyelashes fluttered, leaving little specks of obsidian on his cheeks.
Yoochun cradled his throat, thumbs pressing just above his adam’s apple, feeling the bulge of his cock down that deeply. He pushed harder, and finally the demon gagged just a little. He moved back and forward again, eyes shutting. Yoochun let him. He watched his dick disappear again and again behind the now-rosy red lips. His fingers trailed up and over his neck, catching on the chain that kept Hero under control. Every time he touched it, Hero whimpered, so Yoochun kept doing it. Hero moved a little faster, tilting his head just enough to get a bit more down his throat.
Yoochun wrapped his fingers in the chain and pulled as a particularly strong burst of pleasure shot through him. He moaned, hips canting forward. With one hand in the chain and the other one in the demon’s soft, black hair, Yoochun fucked his throat. The rune on his thigh suddenly burst to life with pleasure and lust and greed. Yoochun’s knee buckled and he toppled forward. The demon’s hands steadied him and Yoochun found himself on all fours, his cock still in that mouth, and he rammed his hips down, this time getting all the way in that throat. Vision blurry, he looked under his body and watched the demon take the abuse, much as he had the very first time with Uknow. Whimpers echoed through the room, and only half of them were from the demon. The chain was still in his hand and he yanked on it, tightening the loop around the demon’s neck.
The rune again pulsed with need, and Yoochun gasped, one elbow collapsing. He cried out, hips jerking wildly and his orgasm exploded from him. The demon keened, gagged on the load of his release and then swallowed. Yoochun’s hips kept moving, but slowed. Hero ran his tongue around Yoochun’s dick, until Yoochun pushed up from the floor and pulled his hips away. His dick slapped up and hit his stomach. The demon whimpered for more.
The pulsing from the rune kept his cock hard.
With a shiver, Yoochun grabbed the chain in his hand and yanked on it. He crawled over the demon’s body, leaving heated kisses down his chest and stomach. The sensitive skin flushed and pebbled. He wondered how long Changmin was going to keep the rune activated, and decided he didn’t care. He wanted the demon more than he wanted to stay sane.
Yoochun positioned himself over Hero, knees pressed tight against Hero’s hips. He ran his hands and then his nails over the pale skin, shivering with the demon at the raised red lines he left behind. His mind easily supplied a vision of that skin covered in this welts, and Yoochun moaned. There were too many options and too many things that had to be done to the demon.
But first ...
Yoochun shuffled back, with a firm grip on the demon’s hips, he rolled him over. Shivering, the demon complied, and Yoochun, in a voice he didn’t recognize, ordered the demon to his knees, head on the floor. Yoochun wound the thin chain around one palm, tugging on it roughly. The demon whimpered and choked, fingers clawing at the floor.
With a smirk, Yoochun brought his hand back and down, the smack resounding sharply through the room. Flushed skin went bright red and then faded. Yoochun spanked his ass again, watching the muscles shake and the hand print fade.
Look up.
With a snarl, Yoochun took his eyes off the beautiful skin. Changmin stood in front of him with a bottle of lube. Yoochun snagged it from his hand, and dropped it immediately. He didn’t want lube. He wanted to claim, possess and touch this demon in every way.
Fine, you don’t have to be testy.
Yoochun focused back on the demon’s beautiful skin. His ass was a satisfying shade of pink. Gripping both cheeks roughly, Yoochun spread him open. The shivering treat pulsed with every breath Hero took. Yoochun scraped his nail over the furled skin, pulling a needy whimper from the demon’s throat. He pressed the pad of his finger to tight opening and just left it there, running his other hand (with the chain) up the demon’s back. The demon shivered, barely keeping control of himself.
Yoochun lifted his hand to his mouth and covered the pad of his finger with spit. He pushed it again against the demon’s entrance, this time adding enough pressure to slip it past the initial resistance. The demon keened, fingers scrabbling uselessly on the floor. Yoochun removed his finger, and leaned down. Both hands went back to his ass, squeezing and spreading while he ran his tongue up the cleft, balls to tailbone. He did it again, tongue pausing for a breath against the clenched opening.
Almost painful noises came from the demon and vibrated down his skin.
Yoochun tightened his grip, spreading the demon further and lapped at his entrance, not pushing in. Teasing. Punishing. Every noise and twitch from the demon slipped through Yoochun’s soul, thudded through the need to control and take and possess. The rune pulsed in time, connected with his throbbing erection.
With a growl that caused the demon to moan, Yoochun pressed a finger into his body. The muscles clamped down, and Yoochun licked around the finger, sliding it in and out until it was completely encased. He forced in a second finger with the first, pumping them faster. He twisted and spread them, spitting and licking between them.
The rune throbbed, demanding satisfaction. Yoochun had learned that there was no satisfying it, but he’d at least try.
Yoochun pulled away from his ass, but pushed a third finger into the wet mess. He spanked Hero with the chain-wrapped hand. The demon whimpered, “Master!’, cutting off into a deep moan.
After a couple more pumps of his fingers, Yoochun pulled them out. He lathered his palm with spit and gripped his cock. Hissing, he shut his eyes, staving off the sudden burst of pleasure from the rune. Covering that pink ass with come was definitely on his list of things to do, but not until he’d been inside and fucked the twitching hole raw.
With the chained hand pressing firmly against one cheek, Yoochun held his dick down. He had to shift forward. He swiped his cock up and down the wet cleft. He let his mouth fill with spit, then dribbled it down to the heated skin. It landed on the curve of a cheek. Yoochun ran the head of his erection through it, and then pressed against the pulsating entrance. He pushed forward, let go of his dick and squeezed both cheeks hard. He thrust forward, groaning as he buried himself in the tight channel. The incubus cried out and thrust back. Yoochun brought his hand down in a sharp spank to still him. Whimpering, the demon turned his head and their eyes met.
Black. Begging. Pleading. Dying.
Yoochun smirked. How long could you deny a demon a release before it died? He’d have to ask Changmin.
Considering how much trouble Changmin went into capturing the demon and how utterly beautiful he was, Yoochun figured that Changmin would be a little upset if any harm came to the creature.
After taking a deep breath, Yoochun moved. Slow. Dragging his cock out of Hero’s body before pushing back in. They both groaned. Yoochun’s head tilted back, his grip tightened. He moved again slowly. Nothing was slick enough, and the drag was almost painful. Almost.
Yoochun thrust forward, tearing a ragged cry from the demon’s throat. He set a steady pace, slamming his hips forward and pulling Hero back at the same time. Their bodies slapped together violently. The rune pulsed in time to his thrusts, each one full of stronger pleasure than the last. Swirls of mist encircled them, adding even more pleasure around them.
Hero whimpered, arms stretched in front of him, fingers clutching at the rough stone of the floor. Yoochun’s knees ached, and his back protested the continuous movements. He wanted Hero on top of him, riding him, covering him with come. Yoochun growled and sped up, thrusting faster and harder. The demon cried out, body shaking. His entrance pulsed around Yoochun’s dick.
With a growl, Yoochun slid his hand up the demon’s back and wrapped his fingers around the chain. He yanked, choking the demon while pulling him up. Yoochun wrapped his hand around the demon’s waist and grabbed his dick. He stroked roughly, in time to the shorter thrusts into his body. Hero gripped his thighs, fingers on the rune. It flared hot, and Yoochun cried out at the needle sharp pain shooting over his skin. The demon used the grip to ride Yoochun’s cock. His dick throbbed, whimpers and cries kept time to his pace, quivering and cutting off with lust. His erection suddenly swelled and he froze, mouth open, black eyes wide and unseeing. His dick pulsed and shot come in high arches, splattering over the stone.
The demon went limp, chest rising and falling with deep breaths. His entrance pulsed around Yoochun’s cock. Drawing his pleasure to the surface. He closed his mouth around Hero’s shoulder and bit down. The air went cold, the demon froze. The sweat on Yoochun’s skin sent a fiery heat to his cock and, with a few more thrusts into the pulsating chill, he exploded, screaming his release into the demon’s skin, and pumped the demon full of come.
As soon as the air warmed again, the demon fell to the side. Yoochun caught him in a strong embrace and lowered the demon to the floor, his knees still bent, ass in the air.
Yoochun slid his cock out and watched as come dribbled out of the red, swollen entrance. He licked his lips. Pressing his thumb into the worn hole, he gripped the edge and tugged. The demon whimpers went high with pain. Yoochun added another finger, tugging roughly on the edge of his body. The rune on his thigh pulsed, keeping his cock hard. The demon may have had what he wanted, but the rune didn’t. Yoochun didn’t care how long it took. He removed his fingers, swiped his cock up and down the messy cleft and pushed back into the demon.
Hero moaned, but thrust back weakly.
Yoochun smirked. He pressed a finger into the tight entrance with his cock and then added a second and a third. He held his dick steady and fucked him with his fingers.
Fingers carded through his hair and he looked up into Junsu’s smiling face.
“Feel good?”
Yoochun nodded. “Want to fuck him with me? He’s almost stretched enough.”
Junsu laughed. “Not right now. Changmin wants to know if you want a room?”
Yoochun only then remembered that they were in the middle of a ballroom surrounded by people.
“The room will have more chains and things to shove inside him,” Junsu said with a smirk.
Yoochun moaned, hips rolling, and nodded. A moment later, there was a bed under his knees, and Yoochun took advantage of all the amenities the room offered and fucked the demon through the night.
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Yoochun woke up to a hand running over his side and the warmth of a body next to his. He moaned and arched his body into the touch. The rune was silent on his thigh. Lips followed the hand and then words and whispers danced, spreading a chill over his skin.
Yoochun pried his eyes open and looked over his shoulder.
Changmin smiled at him.
Yoochun moaned and tightened his hold on Hero. He rocked his sudden erection into the demon’s thigh and buried his face into the demon’s neck while the sensual magic danced around them. Hero shivered, but did not wake up.
“So?” Changmin asked.
Yoochun grunted. “Good sex.”
Changmin laughed. “Yeah, the demon always makes sex better. But that isn’t what I meant.”
“Can we discuss this after I’ve had a shower and some coffee, and maybe another orgasm?”
“Of course, but first ...” He moved to the demon and pried him out of Yoochun’s arm, ignoring Yoochun’s protest.
Hero woke up with a grunt, and his eyes opened and then widened seeing Changmin hovering over him. “M-master.”
“Hello, beautiful.” Changmin ran his hands over Hero’s face and down his neck and to his chest. The scratches and bite marks and hickys disappeared under his healing touch, and Yoochun made another noise of protest.
“Calm down,” Changmin said. “This just means you get to mark him up again.”
Yoochun frowned but didn’t say anything else. He propped up on an elbow, watching as swirls of black and gray converged around the demon’s skin. Changmin pressed his hand to Hero’s chest, whispering incantations. The demon’s eyes snapped open, his back arched from the bed. With a silenced scream, he reached for Changmin and froze under the magic. His body jerked and then collapsed. Changmin pulled his hand away.
On the demon’s chest, in the same place as Yoochun’s, was a tattoo. Matching Yoochun’s. A wing, full of Wunjo, dagaz and othala runes.
“The first rune on a demon’s skin is important,” Changmin said, running his finger over the runes. “It becomes the basis for your power over them.”
“Does that make Hero mine?”
“In a sense. Consider him a gift. I am content with Uknow, and Junsu’s added a fun, eager dimension to us. If you’d like, then yes, Hero is yours.”
“What’s the catch?” Yoochun asked.
Changmin smiled. “Just as I proposed yesterday. Stay here. Be my weaver, my tailor, my fabric expert. You’ll never want for work, food, shelter, sex.” Changmin manuevered the demon’s twitching body until he was laying on his stomach, Changmin straddling his bare ass. He ran his hands up and down the demon’s back. Black swirls of spells followed them, and the demon screamed again and again as Changmin covered his back in brands, using a combination of thurisaz and gebo. When the mist cleared, decorating Hero’s shoulders were a pair of wings and runes twisting around and down his spine.
“There. All controlled and docile now,” Changmin said. “Well, not too docile, but now it won’t matter if you want to take the cuffs off his ankles and wrists. Keep him leashed most of the day until he learns to follow you without it. And as before, do not remove the obsidian from his eyes. I’ll re-apply that and the magic every week or so.”
Yoochun ran his hand down the demon’s back and cupped his ass. Part of him knew that he had to get up and shower and eat, but the other part was more important, the part that had his dick hard and aching to be shoved back into his demon's body. His Hero. His demon. All his. A gift that Yoochun was more than happy to posses.
His demon’s skin was shuddering, fluttering, twitching. Yoochun ran his finger down the cleft of his ass, and his demon's hips rose, a soft whimper escaping him.
“I’ll talk to Junsu about staying, although it sounds like he won’t mind all that much.”
Changmin chuckled. “No, he won’t.” With a smirk, Changmin leaned over, cupped Yoochun’s face and pressed a kiss to his lips. Yoochun’s eyes softly shut and he sighed into the kiss. Their tongues touched for only a moment, and Changmin pulled away. “You don’t mind all that much, either.”
“No, I don’t.”
Part 3: Joined
Part 2: Summoned
Part 1: Marked
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