Rising Creatures of the East 4/???
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Title: Rising Creatures of the East 4/???
Rating: Chapters will range from PG - NC-17
Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu, Yunho/Jaejoong (other pairings of other characters as well
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I'd tie them to the wall and use their skin as my paper. Can you imagine? Writing fanfics on Jaejoong's abs???
Warnings: AU, Fantasy
Summary: What do you get when you cross an elf, a vampire, a faerie, a zombie and a werewolf? A singing goup? No way!
A/N: This fic will contain members of other groups like Super Junior, Arashi, NEWS and other K-Pop, J-Rock bands. This fic also contains members from OneTVXQ forums.
This is a creature fic. The DBSK boys are
Jaejoong - Faerie
Yunho - Werewolf
Yoochun - Vampire
Junsu - Elf
Changmin - Zombie
This fic is solely for fun. No offense is meant to DBSK or their fans.
Chapter 4:
Not smart. Not smart. Not smart.
Why the hell did he have to be so hungry all the time? The other zombies said that hunger was normal, but man, he had to eat a meal ten times a day.
Yunho hyung was out with that cat he had met. And Junsu wasn’t home. It was still a bit too light for Yoochun to come out, but Changmin couldn't wait another hour or so. And Jae had laughed when Changmin had asked him to come with. And he’d refused to ask the fangirls like Jae told him too.
Not smart.
His stomach growled.
Just to the market and back. The market and back.
The beat carried his feet. He wore long sleeves and long pants and had thrown a hat on and sunglasses in hopes that the fangirls wouldn’t recognize him. The glasses kept slipping down his nose though.
Only a few hundred more steps. He smelled the meat. He wanted to walk faster but, the faster he moved the better chance of his skin falling off. There was a reason why zombies lumbered.
He stopped at the door of the market and breathed a sigh of relief. He reached for the handle, looked up and came face to face with those two crazy fangirls.
What were their names? Lexy? Sahar?
Time stopped.
One of them squealed.
Changmin grabbed the door, yanked it the wrong way and jammed it shut. The girls pulled on it, calling out his name.
He turned and headed back to the apartment. Man, he wanted to run. Almost there, he heard them call his name. They must have taken the back door. He looked ahead and dared a glance behind him.
He’d never make it. Obsessed, crazed fangirls sure knew how to run.
“Run, Changmin, run!”
Changmin looked up. Jaejoong and one of his faeries leaned out the window laughing at him.
At his shout, more of the fangirls looked up and saw him.
“OMG! It’s Changmin.”
“Changmin! Will you sign my shirt!”
“Back off, he’s mine!” a shout came from behind him.
“No, he’s not, Sahar. You can’t claim him.”
“Sahmin sounds better than Minxy!”
He was only a few feet from the stairs when the first hand grabbed him. It slowed him down enough that more latched on. The security guard saw the commotion and hurried to the door, fumbling with the key pad to let him in. He was pressed, face against the glass as what felt like hundreds of fangirls manhandled him.
“I got some! I got some!”
“Hurry and take it home and put it in a container!”
The door opened. The security guard grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him inside, slamming the door behind him.
“Sorry, Changmin-shi,” he said. “I forgot you guys changed the code yesterday.”
Changmin lifted a hand to wave at him, and then stopped and stared at his own bones. He didn’t want to look, but did anyway.
“Wow. Fiesty little lechers, ain’t they?” the security guard asked.
In shock, Changmin dragged himself to the elevator and well, he was pretty sure he hit the right button.
Jaejoong and Heechul were in the hallway when the doors opened. They both took one look at him and sniffed in disgust.
“Why would the fangirls want a piece of you?” Heechul demanded.
Changmin didn’t stop walking and both of them had to move quickly to keep from being touched by zombie flesh. He stopped under the tree.
And that’s where Yoochun found him a few minutes later.
“Fangirls?” Yoochun questioned while trying not to laugh.
Changmin nodded once.
“You look shaken up.”
Changmin held up his arm. It was bone from the elbow down, and he could feel sections of his back missing. He was sure those holes would form perfect little fists with grabby fingers.
“You need to eat something quickly.”
“Yeah.”
“I take it you didn’t get to the market.”
The doorbell rang. Yoochun went to answer it. There was no one there, but three large wrapped packages of meat sat on the floor. A note sat on top. We love you, Changmin! There was giggling down the hallway.
At least his fans take care of him, Yoochun thought and took the meat inside.
The smell of it snapped Changmin to his senses and he grabbed it.
Yoochun shivered when those bony fingers touched his hand. That was just wrong. Changmin went to the kitchen and cupboards opened and shut.
Junsu was still gone. He left yesterday, and only a quick text saying he was at the nature preserve kept Yoochun from worrying. Being an elf wasn’t much different than the rest of them. He needed his space, he needed to be around things that complemented his being.
A vampire, creature of death, did not complement an elf, creature of living things.
Yoochun sighed. He went to his room and barricaded himself in it. He wrote a few lyrics. SM wanted him to focus his lyrics on overcoming conflicting relationships. Getting along. Being nice.
But all he could come up with was star-crossed lovers. Broken hearts. Diabolical love affair. Too many differences. It could never be.
v-v
Junsu took a deep breath and inserted his key. His day and night at the preserve had done wonders for his energy. Even now, as he walked into the apartment, little tufts of green followed him.
One of those faeries was on the couch. With his human. Hongki, yeah, the one in the yellow. If someone didn’t stop them soon, they’d be on their way to doing it on Jaejoong’s couch. Junsu moved quietly by, and made a mental note to wear earplugs to bed.
He glanced at Yoochun’s door as he walked by. Slow, sad notes came from the keyboard. Junsu knew that Yoochun would already know he was back, so he didn’t knock and disturb him. He went to his room. Yunho wasn’t there. He was surprised, but then picked up the faint smell of cat.
Cat? What the hell? Was Yunho sleeping with a cat?
What in the heck was the world coming to?
You want to sleep with a vampire.
No, I want to be bit by a vampire. That’s it.
Yeah, sure.
Junsu kicked his shoes off and shucked his shirt off. He stuck his hands in his pockets to empty them, and then pulled back with a hiss when something cut his finger. He’d forgotten about the acorns he’d eaten. He plucked the offending shell from his finger.
A droplet of blood formed and then dripped down his finger.
And then he had an idea.
Yoochun pushed away from his desk. He watched the chair move in the mirror and smiled. Jae had insisted that it be put there even though Yoochun didn't need it.
"It's courteous, just in case one of us is in here and needs to check our reflection."
Yoochun's ears picked up the soft footfalls coming down the hall. 2am. None of the other guys should be awake. Then he picked up the scent. Junsu. He wasn't surprised when there were three light knocks on his door.
Yoochun thought of ignoring him, that sweet scent was a lot stronger than usual. But he knew he could control himself. He had so far.
"What?" he asked. He made sure that Junsu saw he had been working on his next song, just to look irritated. He wasn’t irritated at all.
Junsu was radiant. Whatever elves did in those preserves was good for them. His skin was pure, eye clear and deep.
All he was wearing were jeans. Yoochun swallowed.
“I have a proposition for you."
Before Yoochun could ask, Junsu pulled his hand from behind his back. A droplet of blood sat on his finger. That sweet aroma grew stronger as the seconds ticked by.
Yoochun couldn't help himself. He licked his lips."I'm listening.”
"You have something I want. I have something you need. Let's trade." He squeezed his finger. The drop turned to a little rivulet.
Yoochun swallowed hard. His fangs pulsed. "What do you want?"
Junsu moved closer. "Think about it. I know that I haven't hidden it well."
Yoochun tried, but with Junsu’s sweet blood just a foot from his nose, he couldn’t think. "Me?" he said, and cringed at the hopeful tone.
Junsu laughed, but he didn’t deny it because he knew it was true. Yeah, he needed to know what those fangs felt like in his skin, but he also needed to know what that skin felt like. How those lips tasted.
Yoochun shut his eyes. Sweet, holding a promise of nectar sliding down his throat. He jumped when the finger touched his lips. And then almost collapsed when the first taste of blood hit his tongue.
Junsu shoved his finger in his mouth. With a groan, Yoochun grabbed his hand. Sucked and as the sweet concoction travelled down his throat, his knees folded. Junsu caught him, and helped lower him to the bed.
Yoochun's fangs extended. Junsu shivered when they scrapped along his finger.
Yoochun couldn’t breathe, not that he needed to, but it helped spread the blood faster. His head was light, his eyes wouldn't open. A blood high. For the love of Dong Bang, he hadn't had one of those in a long time. Junsu pulled the finger away and Yoochun whimpered, tried to follow it.
Junsu laughed. "I know how illegal that just was, even if I forced it on you. You could be staked for it."
Yoochun gasped. Was this just a trap? Had he read too much into Junsu’s behavior? Was Junsu one of those that thought vampires shouldn't be allowed in society? As an elf, it wouldn't be surprising. Elves were creatures of light, pureness, nature. Everything a vampire wasn't. His mouth was open, gasping with this sudden nervousness that he couldn't control.
A finger, blood free, touched his fang. He felt the pad divot round the point, but not break through.
"Do you know what I want now?" Junsu whispered as the finger slid down his fang. Junsu kept his hand pressed against it, sliding down until the fang scraped across Junsu's wrist.
Yoochun whimpered, but when he went to close his mouth around the wrist, Junsu stopped him. Yoochun growled, low in his throat. It made Junsu shiver.
“Not there,” he said breathlessly. “Someone might notice.”
“Then where?”
“I’ve thought about it. A lot,” Junsu said. He climbed over Yoochun and settled on his back on the bed. Yoochun looked at Junsu’s hand, fingers were rubbing his hip. Or just a bit over, at that dip where leg met body. That place that would be easily covered.
“You are one crazy elf,” Yoochun said and tore Junsu’s jeans apart and off.
He gasped, and writhed on the bed, but he managed to say, “You owe me $250 for those,” before two sharp pinpricks of pain shot through his hip. He cried out, arched up and then everything swam. The ceiling bowed toward him, the bed flipped over, things went white and then red and then back to normal. Furniture twisted and folded and moved.
And Yoochun sucked. It was the oddest sensation. He could feel the fangs in him. Feel how they hollowed out and the muscles around them pulsed and drew the blood from his body. He had a moment of panic that, this being the first real blood Yoochun had had in years, the vampire might lose control.
But then the fangs shifted, just a bit. Junsu whimpered in pain and loss as they withdrew. Yoochun’s head stayed at his hip, breath ghosting across his erection.
After about three minutes, Yoochun moved or tried to. His whole body was shaking. He couldn’t hold his weight up on his hands and knees. Arms wrapped under his and pulled him further up on the bed.
“Is that what you wanted?” he gasped.
Junsu laughed. “For now.”
“Good.”
Yoochun passed out.
Chapter 5: “Accurate,” Changmin said. “Scavengers, hunters, sneaky little things.”
Chapter 3: Jae waited for the three of them to swoon or something.
Chapter 2: Try not to touch me unless I allow it and I know your hands are clean.
Chapter 1: I swear if you three don’t shut up, I’m going to go vampire lord on all of your asses!”
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Title: Rising Creatures of the East 4/???
Rating: Chapters will range from PG - NC-17
Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu, Yunho/Jaejoong (other pairings of other characters as well
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I'd tie them to the wall and use their skin as my paper. Can you imagine? Writing fanfics on Jaejoong's abs???
Warnings: AU, Fantasy
Summary: What do you get when you cross an elf, a vampire, a faerie, a zombie and a werewolf? A singing goup? No way!
A/N: This fic will contain members of other groups like Super Junior, Arashi, NEWS and other K-Pop, J-Rock bands. This fic also contains members from OneTVXQ forums.
This is a creature fic. The DBSK boys are
Jaejoong - Faerie
Yunho - Werewolf
Yoochun - Vampire
Junsu - Elf
Changmin - Zombie
This fic is solely for fun. No offense is meant to DBSK or their fans.
Chapter 4:
Not smart. Not smart. Not smart.
Why the hell did he have to be so hungry all the time? The other zombies said that hunger was normal, but man, he had to eat a meal ten times a day.
Yunho hyung was out with that cat he had met. And Junsu wasn’t home. It was still a bit too light for Yoochun to come out, but Changmin couldn't wait another hour or so. And Jae had laughed when Changmin had asked him to come with. And he’d refused to ask the fangirls like Jae told him too.
Not smart.
His stomach growled.
Just to the market and back. The market and back.
The beat carried his feet. He wore long sleeves and long pants and had thrown a hat on and sunglasses in hopes that the fangirls wouldn’t recognize him. The glasses kept slipping down his nose though.
Only a few hundred more steps. He smelled the meat. He wanted to walk faster but, the faster he moved the better chance of his skin falling off. There was a reason why zombies lumbered.
He stopped at the door of the market and breathed a sigh of relief. He reached for the handle, looked up and came face to face with those two crazy fangirls.
What were their names? Lexy? Sahar?
Time stopped.
One of them squealed.
Changmin grabbed the door, yanked it the wrong way and jammed it shut. The girls pulled on it, calling out his name.
He turned and headed back to the apartment. Man, he wanted to run. Almost there, he heard them call his name. They must have taken the back door. He looked ahead and dared a glance behind him.
He’d never make it. Obsessed, crazed fangirls sure knew how to run.
“Run, Changmin, run!”
Changmin looked up. Jaejoong and one of his faeries leaned out the window laughing at him.
At his shout, more of the fangirls looked up and saw him.
“OMG! It’s Changmin.”
“Changmin! Will you sign my shirt!”
“Back off, he’s mine!” a shout came from behind him.
“No, he’s not, Sahar. You can’t claim him.”
“Sahmin sounds better than Minxy!”
He was only a few feet from the stairs when the first hand grabbed him. It slowed him down enough that more latched on. The security guard saw the commotion and hurried to the door, fumbling with the key pad to let him in. He was pressed, face against the glass as what felt like hundreds of fangirls manhandled him.
“I got some! I got some!”
“Hurry and take it home and put it in a container!”
The door opened. The security guard grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him inside, slamming the door behind him.
“Sorry, Changmin-shi,” he said. “I forgot you guys changed the code yesterday.”
Changmin lifted a hand to wave at him, and then stopped and stared at his own bones. He didn’t want to look, but did anyway.
“Wow. Fiesty little lechers, ain’t they?” the security guard asked.
In shock, Changmin dragged himself to the elevator and well, he was pretty sure he hit the right button.
Jaejoong and Heechul were in the hallway when the doors opened. They both took one look at him and sniffed in disgust.
“Why would the fangirls want a piece of you?” Heechul demanded.
Changmin didn’t stop walking and both of them had to move quickly to keep from being touched by zombie flesh. He stopped under the tree.
And that’s where Yoochun found him a few minutes later.
“Fangirls?” Yoochun questioned while trying not to laugh.
Changmin nodded once.
“You look shaken up.”
Changmin held up his arm. It was bone from the elbow down, and he could feel sections of his back missing. He was sure those holes would form perfect little fists with grabby fingers.
“You need to eat something quickly.”
“Yeah.”
“I take it you didn’t get to the market.”
The doorbell rang. Yoochun went to answer it. There was no one there, but three large wrapped packages of meat sat on the floor. A note sat on top. We love you, Changmin! There was giggling down the hallway.
At least his fans take care of him, Yoochun thought and took the meat inside.
The smell of it snapped Changmin to his senses and he grabbed it.
Yoochun shivered when those bony fingers touched his hand. That was just wrong. Changmin went to the kitchen and cupboards opened and shut.
Junsu was still gone. He left yesterday, and only a quick text saying he was at the nature preserve kept Yoochun from worrying. Being an elf wasn’t much different than the rest of them. He needed his space, he needed to be around things that complemented his being.
A vampire, creature of death, did not complement an elf, creature of living things.
Yoochun sighed. He went to his room and barricaded himself in it. He wrote a few lyrics. SM wanted him to focus his lyrics on overcoming conflicting relationships. Getting along. Being nice.
But all he could come up with was star-crossed lovers. Broken hearts. Diabolical love affair. Too many differences. It could never be.
v-v
Junsu took a deep breath and inserted his key. His day and night at the preserve had done wonders for his energy. Even now, as he walked into the apartment, little tufts of green followed him.
One of those faeries was on the couch. With his human. Hongki, yeah, the one in the yellow. If someone didn’t stop them soon, they’d be on their way to doing it on Jaejoong’s couch. Junsu moved quietly by, and made a mental note to wear earplugs to bed.
He glanced at Yoochun’s door as he walked by. Slow, sad notes came from the keyboard. Junsu knew that Yoochun would already know he was back, so he didn’t knock and disturb him. He went to his room. Yunho wasn’t there. He was surprised, but then picked up the faint smell of cat.
Cat? What the hell? Was Yunho sleeping with a cat?
What in the heck was the world coming to?
You want to sleep with a vampire.
No, I want to be bit by a vampire. That’s it.
Yeah, sure.
Junsu kicked his shoes off and shucked his shirt off. He stuck his hands in his pockets to empty them, and then pulled back with a hiss when something cut his finger. He’d forgotten about the acorns he’d eaten. He plucked the offending shell from his finger.
A droplet of blood formed and then dripped down his finger.
And then he had an idea.
Yoochun pushed away from his desk. He watched the chair move in the mirror and smiled. Jae had insisted that it be put there even though Yoochun didn't need it.
"It's courteous, just in case one of us is in here and needs to check our reflection."
Yoochun's ears picked up the soft footfalls coming down the hall. 2am. None of the other guys should be awake. Then he picked up the scent. Junsu. He wasn't surprised when there were three light knocks on his door.
Yoochun thought of ignoring him, that sweet scent was a lot stronger than usual. But he knew he could control himself. He had so far.
"What?" he asked. He made sure that Junsu saw he had been working on his next song, just to look irritated. He wasn’t irritated at all.
Junsu was radiant. Whatever elves did in those preserves was good for them. His skin was pure, eye clear and deep.
All he was wearing were jeans. Yoochun swallowed.
“I have a proposition for you."
Before Yoochun could ask, Junsu pulled his hand from behind his back. A droplet of blood sat on his finger. That sweet aroma grew stronger as the seconds ticked by.
Yoochun couldn't help himself. He licked his lips."I'm listening.”
"You have something I want. I have something you need. Let's trade." He squeezed his finger. The drop turned to a little rivulet.
Yoochun swallowed hard. His fangs pulsed. "What do you want?"
Junsu moved closer. "Think about it. I know that I haven't hidden it well."
Yoochun tried, but with Junsu’s sweet blood just a foot from his nose, he couldn’t think. "Me?" he said, and cringed at the hopeful tone.
Junsu laughed, but he didn’t deny it because he knew it was true. Yeah, he needed to know what those fangs felt like in his skin, but he also needed to know what that skin felt like. How those lips tasted.
Yoochun shut his eyes. Sweet, holding a promise of nectar sliding down his throat. He jumped when the finger touched his lips. And then almost collapsed when the first taste of blood hit his tongue.
Junsu shoved his finger in his mouth. With a groan, Yoochun grabbed his hand. Sucked and as the sweet concoction travelled down his throat, his knees folded. Junsu caught him, and helped lower him to the bed.
Yoochun's fangs extended. Junsu shivered when they scrapped along his finger.
Yoochun couldn’t breathe, not that he needed to, but it helped spread the blood faster. His head was light, his eyes wouldn't open. A blood high. For the love of Dong Bang, he hadn't had one of those in a long time. Junsu pulled the finger away and Yoochun whimpered, tried to follow it.
Junsu laughed. "I know how illegal that just was, even if I forced it on you. You could be staked for it."
Yoochun gasped. Was this just a trap? Had he read too much into Junsu’s behavior? Was Junsu one of those that thought vampires shouldn't be allowed in society? As an elf, it wouldn't be surprising. Elves were creatures of light, pureness, nature. Everything a vampire wasn't. His mouth was open, gasping with this sudden nervousness that he couldn't control.
A finger, blood free, touched his fang. He felt the pad divot round the point, but not break through.
"Do you know what I want now?" Junsu whispered as the finger slid down his fang. Junsu kept his hand pressed against it, sliding down until the fang scraped across Junsu's wrist.
Yoochun whimpered, but when he went to close his mouth around the wrist, Junsu stopped him. Yoochun growled, low in his throat. It made Junsu shiver.
“Not there,” he said breathlessly. “Someone might notice.”
“Then where?”
“I’ve thought about it. A lot,” Junsu said. He climbed over Yoochun and settled on his back on the bed. Yoochun looked at Junsu’s hand, fingers were rubbing his hip. Or just a bit over, at that dip where leg met body. That place that would be easily covered.
“You are one crazy elf,” Yoochun said and tore Junsu’s jeans apart and off.
He gasped, and writhed on the bed, but he managed to say, “You owe me $250 for those,” before two sharp pinpricks of pain shot through his hip. He cried out, arched up and then everything swam. The ceiling bowed toward him, the bed flipped over, things went white and then red and then back to normal. Furniture twisted and folded and moved.
And Yoochun sucked. It was the oddest sensation. He could feel the fangs in him. Feel how they hollowed out and the muscles around them pulsed and drew the blood from his body. He had a moment of panic that, this being the first real blood Yoochun had had in years, the vampire might lose control.
But then the fangs shifted, just a bit. Junsu whimpered in pain and loss as they withdrew. Yoochun’s head stayed at his hip, breath ghosting across his erection.
After about three minutes, Yoochun moved or tried to. His whole body was shaking. He couldn’t hold his weight up on his hands and knees. Arms wrapped under his and pulled him further up on the bed.
“Is that what you wanted?” he gasped.
Junsu laughed. “For now.”
“Good.”
Yoochun passed out.
Chapter 5: “Accurate,” Changmin said. “Scavengers, hunters, sneaky little things.”
Chapter 3: Jae waited for the three of them to swoon or something.
Chapter 2: Try not to touch me unless I allow it and I know your hands are clean.
Chapter 1: I swear if you three don’t shut up, I’m going to go vampire lord on all of your asses!”
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