A Knight of Fire 2/?
Title: A Knight of Fire 2/?
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong, Yoochun/Junsu, Changmin/Junho
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine and I can't even claim the idea as mine because it is all devilaugh's fault.
Summary: Jaejoong is a scribe in King Ahn Chilhyun's court. He is sent to small seaside village to teach the people how to read, and instead finds a lover who has a secret that will end up endangering the entire world.
A/N: This fic is all devilaugh's fault. It was her idea on the post about the picture of Jaejoong, so this fic was partially inspired by this picture
Part 2:
Fanfic poster by back_to_five!!! Perfection! <3 <3
Besides his sessions with Yunho (which to Jaejoong’s delight were more frequent), Jaejoong’s favorite times in the village were when the fishing fleets returned from long trips out to sea. The entire village was decorated with red and yellow banners and flowers, and everyone wore their best clothes. A massive feast of fish and crab adorned tables set up in the village square.
It was also the time when Yunho relaxed, smiled and laughed as he celebrated with his people.
Jaejoong attempted to not be jealous when Yunho clung to and refused to let go of Kim Junho and Kim Junsu. The twins were his best friends. Jaejoong knew this. But he wanted Yunho to hold him and hug him and smile at him and kiss his cheek and declare him the greatest fisherman in the entire world.
Well, maybe not fisherman, but scholar, friend. Greatest person in the whole world. Something.
The Fisherman Kim ran the fishing fleet, and he was second to Yunho’s father in command of the village. He had learned in the last few weeks that it was the twins’ older brother Seungsu that had died in the fire. And it had been the younger twin Junsu, Jaejoong heard, who had helped save most of the village. How, Jaejoong did not know and no one would say.
He watched Yunho dance in the middle of the courtyard, spinning and laughing with the girls of the village. The dance appeared complicated, the musicians up to the task of quick paced music. Many of the people sang along, clapped their hands and stomped their feet.
It was a moment to be happy, but Jaejoong felt like something was amiss, like someone ... he was not sure what he felt. The village believed in secrets, and he was not yet a trusted member of it. Maybe he never would be.
“Should I teach you to dance?” Jihye said next to him.
Jaejoong looked up at her and smiled. “I’m sorry, Lady, but I cannot dance at all.”
“Anyone can be taught to dance.”
Jaejoong laughed. “After many failed attempts by my older sisters and one painful broken arm, I am afraid that I cannot.”
Shrill laughter drew his eyes back to the dancers. Yunho and Junho spun in the middle of a group of children, exaggerating their dance movements and facial expressions just to get the young children to laugh and dance. They were no more than eight years old, and Yunho picked each one up, spun them in circles before moving to the next one. After a few children, he feigned dizziness and the children clamoured to get his attention, practically climbing up his body.
Jaejoong found himself smiling.
“My brother intrigues you,” Jihye said carefully.
“That is one way to put it,” he said, unable to look away from Yunho.
Jihye smiled. “You intrigue him, too.”
Jaejoong snapped his head to her. “What?”
“Probably not in the same way that he intrigues you, but he talks of you constantly. He thinks you are a spy. He thinks you’re here to report back to the king. He is afraid that you are planning something.”
Jaejoong smiled at her in reassurance. “I assure you, my only plan is to teach you all to read so you may obey the rules of King Ahn. He will leave you alone if you are loyal to him.” He turned back to watch the dancers. Yunho stood to the side, taking a break, head tilted back, drinking from a stein. A stream of mead dripped down the side of his mouth and Jaejoong licked his lips.
“I guess that means I do not have the chance to be a scholar’s wife.”
Jaejoong caught the hint of teasing in her voice and was very glad she was not upset.
“Yunho must have a wife,” she said eventually, “as he is the Lord’s Heir.”
Jaejoong nodded. “I know that. But I am allowed my daydreams.”
“As is he,” she said and moved away before Jaejoong could demand what exactly that meant.
_-/^/^¯^\^\-_
Jaejoong knew how to drink. He had always been able to drink more than others without the same effects. But the mead and wine in the village was different, stronger, more potent later than immediate, and Jaejoong had yet to find the balance of just enough and too much.
The morning sun shone into his room, and he groaned at the pain in his head. He did not know if anyone else was awake as he stumbled through his room, gathering his robe close enough to be decent. The halls of the house wavered and he put a hand on a wall to balance himself.
The cool air felt amazing on his flushed skin, and he paused on the wide stone porch before lurching his way to the stables. It was a near thing when he lost his battle with nausea into the pigs’ trough. They did not seem to mind the added slop and ignored Jaejoong’s presence.
He leaned against the fence post until the sound of grunts and .... a noise he could not place drew him toward the barn. His legs shook and he felt as if he was going to collapse, but as a scholar he was also curious and he moved deeper into the darkened space and toward the sounds.
The light only brightened the barn through gaps in the wooden slats and holes in the wall. Dust motes sparkled in the sunbeams. But it was the sudden flare that had Jaejoong gasping. The sudden flare that lit up the barn and illuminated Jung Yunho in the middle, bronzed skin glowing in the heat of the fire that danced and spun upon his palms. Tornadoes of flame, reaching up to the ceiling, spun in torrents of orange, red and yellow. There was no fear of it spreading. It was controlled.
By Yunho.
Jaejoong staggered and lost his footing. He fell with a shout and then stayed on the ground. The light disappeared, and heavy footsteps pounded toward him.
“What are you doing here?” Yunho demanded. “What did you see?” Yunho grabbed his open robe, hauling him to his feet, and Jaejoong moaned, pitched against Yunho strong chest. Warmed. Warm skin. Warmed by fire. Controlled fire.
“Oh god,” Jaejoong gasped, and Yunho shook him again, and his stomach lurched. He pushed away from Yunho and fell to his knees to finish expelling the rest of last night’s feast.
Yunho moved away from him and Jaejoong cursed in his head. What did he see? Nothing that was possible, that was for sure.
A firm hand landed on his back and slid along his body to lift him up. Jaejoong whimpered.
“Sh, just drink,” Yunho whispered.
Cool water splashed over his mouth, and Jaejoong gulped down the spring water. Another one of his favorite things about this village was the purity of the water. Yunho held him firmly, only allowing him to sip when he did not purge the water back up.
“Not much for alcohol, are you?” Yunho asked.
Jaejoong snorted. “Not from here. I can drink anyone under the table in the city.”
Yunho chuckled. “You should go back to bed.”
Jaejoong nodded because that was a fantastic idea. Sleep, and forget what he was pretty sure he just saw.
Yunho steadied him, warm hand sliding under Jaejoong’s robe, along his skin, and Jaejoong shook, pressed in close. He could not stop the thundering of his blood or the whimper from his lips, and Yunho froze, but for only a moment before both hands were around him, one spot of heat at his shoulder, the other at his waist.
Jaejoong curled into his bare chest. He kept his hands between them, unsure of what he’d do if he were to touch, but he allowed himself the moment, breathing deeply to savor the smell of Yunho’s skin that was damp with sweat. He smelled of woods, of warmth. Of heat and fire.
He lifted his head, mouth open to ask about the fire.
Yunho shook his head. “You saw nothing.”
Jaejoong frowned, again opening his mouth to protest.
“If you value your life, Master Jaejoong, then you saw nothing.”
“You would not hurt me,” Jaejoong whispered.
Yunho smiled. “Of course not. But my village is very protective of me. Go back to bed.”
“Come with me.”
Yunho’s smile widened. “And that is another secret that only a few others know of.”
“I meant just for the support,” Jaejoong replied softly, “but ...” he leaned away and moved his hand to the back of Yunho’s head. There had been little else but a raging desire to taste Yunho’s mouth for months, lick along the cupid-bow shape of his lips, bite perfect plump lips until they were red.
But Yunho leaned away and shook his head. “I do not trust you, and you just threw up. Remember that?”
Jaejoong swallowed and fought not to show his disappointment. “You can trust me.”
“At this point, I must.”
“You started that fire, the one that killed that boy,” Jaejoong said and cursed when Yunho abruptly moved away from him. He wavered, but fortunately did not fall over.
He stood very still, skin painted with a beam of light. The muscles in his back were tense, his hands curled into fists.
“It was an accident,” he whispered. “I can control it now.”
Jaejoong watched him a moment longer. He kept his mouth shut because his brain still hadn’t caught up to his body in terms of intelligence. And he really wanted a bath.
“Well,” Jaejoong finally said. “I’ll leave you to your chores, Yunho. I did not mean to interrupt your work.”
Yunho turned just his head to look at him.
“I’ll see you in a few hours for your lesson?”
Yunho nodded.
Jaejoong smiled and carefully turned around and left the barn. He did not go to the bath house, but went back to his bed, shucked off all of his clothes and wrapped his hand around his cock with the feel of Yunho’s strong body pressed against his.
_-/^/^¯^\^\-_
Jaejoong thought about what he had seen all day. He picked up the book of legends and stories and read through the tales of the Elementals. It was a story, not even a legend since legends had some bit of truth to them.
But he had seen Yunho with fire in his hands, fire that did not burn his skin, fire that did as he commanded.
Were there others?
Junsu had saved the village from being destroyed. Did he control water the way Yunho controlled fire? He went out to sea constantly, and it made sense for how prosperous this seaside fishing village was if they had someone who could control water.
Who controlled the wind? Who controlled the earth?
It was not possible! It was not!
But he had seen Yunho with fire in his hands!
Jaejoong leaned his elbows on the table and buried his face in his hands. He needed the main castle's library. He needed to research this, find out if there were others, scour the history books for mentions of Elementals.
He sat up straight when Yunho knocked on the door. He knew it was Yunho. Yunho had a very distinctive, powerful knock.
“Come in,” he said.
Yunho entered the room and shut the door behind him when he usually left it open. He strode across the study and cupped Jaejoong’s face in his hands (that were dirty, Jaejoong noted and then forgot) and kissed him. Firm and warm. And only for a moment. He went to move away, and Jaejoong protested with a whimper, hands lifting to the back of Yunho’s head, fingers pulling at his hair, holding him in place. He rose and Yunho’s arms went around him, lifting him up, but it wasn’t enough for Jaejoong’s shaking body. He sat upon the desk and spread his legs, allowing Yunho between them and allowing Yunho’s tongue between his lips. Yunho’s grip tightened even as his body relaxed.
The kiss softened, for only a moment, before Yunho surged back into it, controlling the speed and pressure of their lips and tongues.
Jaejoong moaned and shifted, pulling Yunho closer with legs around his body, and Yunho followed, one hand on the table, the other pressed to Jaejoong’s back, curling over him. Jaejoong gasped, yanking his mouth away, head tilted back and Yunho nipped and kissed his way down Jaejoong’s neck.
“I don’t trust you,” Yunho whispered into his skin.
Jaejoong nodded, unable to form words.
“I cannot trust you,” he growled, “but cannot stop dreaming, thinking, wanting you.”
“You can,” Jaejoong managed. “Trust me. I promise. I ...” He stopped because saying anything else would be treason.
Yunho lifted his head and met Jaejoong’s eyes. They burned with a golden hue that Jaejoong hadn’t ever seen before.
“Really?” Yunho asked and put both hands on the table at Jaejoong’s hips. Jaejoong had to press his hands to the table behind him to stay upright. He did not relinquish the grip of his legs around Yunho’s firm thighs.
“You will not tell your king of this? You will not obey his orders to send letters every month of updates regarding everything of this village, including my fire.”
Jaejoong pressed his lips together tightly. He could not answer, not without betraying someone.
Yunho shook his head. “Go on and tell him, then, and I promise you this village will be swarming with the King’s guards in days searching for me. And I will be here because I will not abandon my people. I will not leave them defenseless against an army. And I can and will destroy an army to protect them. Think about that, Master Jaejoong. Think about the consequences for this village, for me, for you. For us.”
Yunho pressed a light kiss to his lips and then moved away, and Jaejoong let him go. The door slammed behind him and Jaejoong fell upon the tabletop with a heavy groan.
Manipulative bastard, Jaejoong thought and smiled. But gods, Yunho was good at saying just the right thing to get what he wanted.
Jaejoong took a deep breath. He knew he would not tell the king of this. He knew that he could not. But he meant to get answers from Yunho and from Junsu. And he knew that he needed to do more research. Just not here.
Part 3: Flicker
Part 1: Spark
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Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong, Yoochun/Junsu, Changmin/Junho
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine and I can't even claim the idea as mine because it is all devilaugh's fault.
Summary: Jaejoong is a scribe in King Ahn Chilhyun's court. He is sent to small seaside village to teach the people how to read, and instead finds a lover who has a secret that will end up endangering the entire world.
A/N: This fic is all devilaugh's fault. It was her idea on the post about the picture of Jaejoong, so this fic was partially inspired by this picture
Part 2:
Fanfic poster by back_to_five!!! Perfection! <3 <3
Besides his sessions with Yunho (which to Jaejoong’s delight were more frequent), Jaejoong’s favorite times in the village were when the fishing fleets returned from long trips out to sea. The entire village was decorated with red and yellow banners and flowers, and everyone wore their best clothes. A massive feast of fish and crab adorned tables set up in the village square.
It was also the time when Yunho relaxed, smiled and laughed as he celebrated with his people.
Jaejoong attempted to not be jealous when Yunho clung to and refused to let go of Kim Junho and Kim Junsu. The twins were his best friends. Jaejoong knew this. But he wanted Yunho to hold him and hug him and smile at him and kiss his cheek and declare him the greatest fisherman in the entire world.
Well, maybe not fisherman, but scholar, friend. Greatest person in the whole world. Something.
The Fisherman Kim ran the fishing fleet, and he was second to Yunho’s father in command of the village. He had learned in the last few weeks that it was the twins’ older brother Seungsu that had died in the fire. And it had been the younger twin Junsu, Jaejoong heard, who had helped save most of the village. How, Jaejoong did not know and no one would say.
He watched Yunho dance in the middle of the courtyard, spinning and laughing with the girls of the village. The dance appeared complicated, the musicians up to the task of quick paced music. Many of the people sang along, clapped their hands and stomped their feet.
It was a moment to be happy, but Jaejoong felt like something was amiss, like someone ... he was not sure what he felt. The village believed in secrets, and he was not yet a trusted member of it. Maybe he never would be.
“Should I teach you to dance?” Jihye said next to him.
Jaejoong looked up at her and smiled. “I’m sorry, Lady, but I cannot dance at all.”
“Anyone can be taught to dance.”
Jaejoong laughed. “After many failed attempts by my older sisters and one painful broken arm, I am afraid that I cannot.”
Shrill laughter drew his eyes back to the dancers. Yunho and Junho spun in the middle of a group of children, exaggerating their dance movements and facial expressions just to get the young children to laugh and dance. They were no more than eight years old, and Yunho picked each one up, spun them in circles before moving to the next one. After a few children, he feigned dizziness and the children clamoured to get his attention, practically climbing up his body.
Jaejoong found himself smiling.
“My brother intrigues you,” Jihye said carefully.
“That is one way to put it,” he said, unable to look away from Yunho.
Jihye smiled. “You intrigue him, too.”
Jaejoong snapped his head to her. “What?”
“Probably not in the same way that he intrigues you, but he talks of you constantly. He thinks you are a spy. He thinks you’re here to report back to the king. He is afraid that you are planning something.”
Jaejoong smiled at her in reassurance. “I assure you, my only plan is to teach you all to read so you may obey the rules of King Ahn. He will leave you alone if you are loyal to him.” He turned back to watch the dancers. Yunho stood to the side, taking a break, head tilted back, drinking from a stein. A stream of mead dripped down the side of his mouth and Jaejoong licked his lips.
“I guess that means I do not have the chance to be a scholar’s wife.”
Jaejoong caught the hint of teasing in her voice and was very glad she was not upset.
“Yunho must have a wife,” she said eventually, “as he is the Lord’s Heir.”
Jaejoong nodded. “I know that. But I am allowed my daydreams.”
“As is he,” she said and moved away before Jaejoong could demand what exactly that meant.
_-/^/^¯^\^\-_
Jaejoong knew how to drink. He had always been able to drink more than others without the same effects. But the mead and wine in the village was different, stronger, more potent later than immediate, and Jaejoong had yet to find the balance of just enough and too much.
The morning sun shone into his room, and he groaned at the pain in his head. He did not know if anyone else was awake as he stumbled through his room, gathering his robe close enough to be decent. The halls of the house wavered and he put a hand on a wall to balance himself.
The cool air felt amazing on his flushed skin, and he paused on the wide stone porch before lurching his way to the stables. It was a near thing when he lost his battle with nausea into the pigs’ trough. They did not seem to mind the added slop and ignored Jaejoong’s presence.
He leaned against the fence post until the sound of grunts and .... a noise he could not place drew him toward the barn. His legs shook and he felt as if he was going to collapse, but as a scholar he was also curious and he moved deeper into the darkened space and toward the sounds.
The light only brightened the barn through gaps in the wooden slats and holes in the wall. Dust motes sparkled in the sunbeams. But it was the sudden flare that had Jaejoong gasping. The sudden flare that lit up the barn and illuminated Jung Yunho in the middle, bronzed skin glowing in the heat of the fire that danced and spun upon his palms. Tornadoes of flame, reaching up to the ceiling, spun in torrents of orange, red and yellow. There was no fear of it spreading. It was controlled.
By Yunho.
Jaejoong staggered and lost his footing. He fell with a shout and then stayed on the ground. The light disappeared, and heavy footsteps pounded toward him.
“What are you doing here?” Yunho demanded. “What did you see?” Yunho grabbed his open robe, hauling him to his feet, and Jaejoong moaned, pitched against Yunho strong chest. Warmed. Warm skin. Warmed by fire. Controlled fire.
“Oh god,” Jaejoong gasped, and Yunho shook him again, and his stomach lurched. He pushed away from Yunho and fell to his knees to finish expelling the rest of last night’s feast.
Yunho moved away from him and Jaejoong cursed in his head. What did he see? Nothing that was possible, that was for sure.
A firm hand landed on his back and slid along his body to lift him up. Jaejoong whimpered.
“Sh, just drink,” Yunho whispered.
Cool water splashed over his mouth, and Jaejoong gulped down the spring water. Another one of his favorite things about this village was the purity of the water. Yunho held him firmly, only allowing him to sip when he did not purge the water back up.
“Not much for alcohol, are you?” Yunho asked.
Jaejoong snorted. “Not from here. I can drink anyone under the table in the city.”
Yunho chuckled. “You should go back to bed.”
Jaejoong nodded because that was a fantastic idea. Sleep, and forget what he was pretty sure he just saw.
Yunho steadied him, warm hand sliding under Jaejoong’s robe, along his skin, and Jaejoong shook, pressed in close. He could not stop the thundering of his blood or the whimper from his lips, and Yunho froze, but for only a moment before both hands were around him, one spot of heat at his shoulder, the other at his waist.
Jaejoong curled into his bare chest. He kept his hands between them, unsure of what he’d do if he were to touch, but he allowed himself the moment, breathing deeply to savor the smell of Yunho’s skin that was damp with sweat. He smelled of woods, of warmth. Of heat and fire.
He lifted his head, mouth open to ask about the fire.
Yunho shook his head. “You saw nothing.”
Jaejoong frowned, again opening his mouth to protest.
“If you value your life, Master Jaejoong, then you saw nothing.”
“You would not hurt me,” Jaejoong whispered.
Yunho smiled. “Of course not. But my village is very protective of me. Go back to bed.”
“Come with me.”
Yunho’s smile widened. “And that is another secret that only a few others know of.”
“I meant just for the support,” Jaejoong replied softly, “but ...” he leaned away and moved his hand to the back of Yunho’s head. There had been little else but a raging desire to taste Yunho’s mouth for months, lick along the cupid-bow shape of his lips, bite perfect plump lips until they were red.
But Yunho leaned away and shook his head. “I do not trust you, and you just threw up. Remember that?”
Jaejoong swallowed and fought not to show his disappointment. “You can trust me.”
“At this point, I must.”
“You started that fire, the one that killed that boy,” Jaejoong said and cursed when Yunho abruptly moved away from him. He wavered, but fortunately did not fall over.
He stood very still, skin painted with a beam of light. The muscles in his back were tense, his hands curled into fists.
“It was an accident,” he whispered. “I can control it now.”
Jaejoong watched him a moment longer. He kept his mouth shut because his brain still hadn’t caught up to his body in terms of intelligence. And he really wanted a bath.
“Well,” Jaejoong finally said. “I’ll leave you to your chores, Yunho. I did not mean to interrupt your work.”
Yunho turned just his head to look at him.
“I’ll see you in a few hours for your lesson?”
Yunho nodded.
Jaejoong smiled and carefully turned around and left the barn. He did not go to the bath house, but went back to his bed, shucked off all of his clothes and wrapped his hand around his cock with the feel of Yunho’s strong body pressed against his.
_-/^/^¯^\^\-_
Jaejoong thought about what he had seen all day. He picked up the book of legends and stories and read through the tales of the Elementals. It was a story, not even a legend since legends had some bit of truth to them.
But he had seen Yunho with fire in his hands, fire that did not burn his skin, fire that did as he commanded.
Were there others?
Junsu had saved the village from being destroyed. Did he control water the way Yunho controlled fire? He went out to sea constantly, and it made sense for how prosperous this seaside fishing village was if they had someone who could control water.
Who controlled the wind? Who controlled the earth?
It was not possible! It was not!
But he had seen Yunho with fire in his hands!
Jaejoong leaned his elbows on the table and buried his face in his hands. He needed the main castle's library. He needed to research this, find out if there were others, scour the history books for mentions of Elementals.
He sat up straight when Yunho knocked on the door. He knew it was Yunho. Yunho had a very distinctive, powerful knock.
“Come in,” he said.
Yunho entered the room and shut the door behind him when he usually left it open. He strode across the study and cupped Jaejoong’s face in his hands (that were dirty, Jaejoong noted and then forgot) and kissed him. Firm and warm. And only for a moment. He went to move away, and Jaejoong protested with a whimper, hands lifting to the back of Yunho’s head, fingers pulling at his hair, holding him in place. He rose and Yunho’s arms went around him, lifting him up, but it wasn’t enough for Jaejoong’s shaking body. He sat upon the desk and spread his legs, allowing Yunho between them and allowing Yunho’s tongue between his lips. Yunho’s grip tightened even as his body relaxed.
The kiss softened, for only a moment, before Yunho surged back into it, controlling the speed and pressure of their lips and tongues.
Jaejoong moaned and shifted, pulling Yunho closer with legs around his body, and Yunho followed, one hand on the table, the other pressed to Jaejoong’s back, curling over him. Jaejoong gasped, yanking his mouth away, head tilted back and Yunho nipped and kissed his way down Jaejoong’s neck.
“I don’t trust you,” Yunho whispered into his skin.
Jaejoong nodded, unable to form words.
“I cannot trust you,” he growled, “but cannot stop dreaming, thinking, wanting you.”
“You can,” Jaejoong managed. “Trust me. I promise. I ...” He stopped because saying anything else would be treason.
Yunho lifted his head and met Jaejoong’s eyes. They burned with a golden hue that Jaejoong hadn’t ever seen before.
“Really?” Yunho asked and put both hands on the table at Jaejoong’s hips. Jaejoong had to press his hands to the table behind him to stay upright. He did not relinquish the grip of his legs around Yunho’s firm thighs.
“You will not tell your king of this? You will not obey his orders to send letters every month of updates regarding everything of this village, including my fire.”
Jaejoong pressed his lips together tightly. He could not answer, not without betraying someone.
Yunho shook his head. “Go on and tell him, then, and I promise you this village will be swarming with the King’s guards in days searching for me. And I will be here because I will not abandon my people. I will not leave them defenseless against an army. And I can and will destroy an army to protect them. Think about that, Master Jaejoong. Think about the consequences for this village, for me, for you. For us.”
Yunho pressed a light kiss to his lips and then moved away, and Jaejoong let him go. The door slammed behind him and Jaejoong fell upon the tabletop with a heavy groan.
Manipulative bastard, Jaejoong thought and smiled. But gods, Yunho was good at saying just the right thing to get what he wanted.
Jaejoong took a deep breath. He knew he would not tell the king of this. He knew that he could not. But he meant to get answers from Yunho and from Junsu. And he knew that he needed to do more research. Just not here.
Part 3: Flicker
Part 1: Spark
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