A Knight of Fire 13/?
Title: A Knight of Fire 13/?
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 13:
Fanfic poster by back_to_five!!! Perfection! <3 <3
Jaejoong pulled his horse level with Yoohwan’s. The young man looked exhausted, but he smiled at Jaejoong anyway.
“You are a little sneak,” Jaejoong said, “knowing who I was at the castle and saying nothing.”
“Changmin told me not to. He has always said that the less I knew and the less other people know then the less they can be hurt or taken advantage of.”
“Which is why he was so cryptic with me.”
“Partly. And because he said you were smart enough to figure it out on your own.”
“Figure what out?” Jaejoong mumbled.
Yoohwan shrugged. “I do not know. I do know that Changmin suspected that King Chilhyun was not as pure and just as we all thought, but he did not elaborate. All he told me was that if he did not come to the stables for a ride--”
“--what kind of a ride?” Yoochun asked with a grin.
Yoohwan ignored him. “--every week then something happened to him. I waited two weeks and Changmin did not come. He said to go to the Garden Village and meet up with my brother and you, if you were there.”
“I hope Changmin is okay.”
“Me, too, hyung.”
“There is a storm coming,” Yoochun said suddenly, head tilted up to the star-lit sky. “Rain, definitely. High winds. We really should find shelter soon before it hits.”
“I can keep us dry,” Junsu snapped.
“And safe from the wind?”
“That is your job.”
“It might not mean too much in the entire scheme of things to keep a few people from getting wet, but to stop a wind and change the air currents can really have a massive effect on other parts of the world.”
Junsu opened his mouth to retort, but Jaejoong beat him to it. “How long?”
“Soon,” Yoochun said. “It might miss us, but I doubt it.”
“I wish we knew whether we were being followed or not,” Yunho said and glanced behind him. “I do not want to stop if we will be attacked.”
“We need Earth Boy to lead us to a cave or something.”
“We need Air Boy to shut up.”
“We need Water Boy to fucking get laid,” Junho muttered and was promptly soaked in water, and Yoochun, still riding behind him, was not spared in the aquatic assault.
But he only smirked. “You can splatter me with whatever liquids you want whenever you want.”
Junsu made a frustrated noise.
“Shut up, please,” Yunho said.
Yoochun smiled, opened his mouth to say something, and flung his hand out instead. A flash of metal sparked in the dark, jerked in front of Junsu and embedded itself in the neck of his horse. The horse screamed, pitching sideways and Junsu fell with it, luckily vaulting off the back of the horse without getting his leg trapped.
More arrows surrounded them, but Yoochun knocked them off course, hands up in the air.
Yunho galloped toward Junsu. He held out his hand and Junsu grabbed it, swinging up onto the back of his horse. They turned, and Junsu was fast enough with his sword to knock a guard off his horse.
As arrows fell uselessly onto the stone road, more soldiers appeared from the trees. Outnumbered, Jaejoong noticed right away, trying to keep his horse from panicking. He was glad he was a good rider.
A soldier swung at Yoochun’s back, where he wasn’t looking and Yunho jerked his hand to side and hit him in the face with fire. The man’s screams startled everyone else, and for a moment everything stopped while fire ate under his armor and they watched him burn.
Yunho walked his horse backward to stand in front of Jaejoong, motioning to the others, and Junho moved in front of Yoohwan’s horse.
“Kill them,” a man said. “The order was dead or alive.”
“Fuck,” Junho muttered.
“Probably my fault,” Yoohwan said.
As the soldiers tried to move around them, Junsu twisted his arms around his head and then flung them out. A wave of water washed over the road, and then Yoochun did the same thing, and the water became a waterspout that grew bigger until most of the guards were staring at it with wide eyes.
“Let go,” Yunho said, spinning his hands and fire around themselves. “Now.”
The water and wind flung itself at the soldiers and Yunho threw his hands down, toward the ground. A wall of white flames shot up from the stone, between them and soldiers, the heat more than Jaejoong thought Yunho could produce.
“Go, run,” Yunho shouted. “That will not burn long.”
Yoohwan spun his horse around and took off, with Jaejoong following. Yunho right behind him with Junsu turned on the back of his horse. Yoochun did the same, so he was back to back with Junho. The fire died and the soldiers rode after them. Arrows fell uselessly in Yoochun’s wind and the horses lost their footing in Junsu’s floods.
The storm hit before they slowed, and Yoochun and Junsu did their best to keep their way clear of water. They rode through the lightning and thunderous parts of the storm, through torrents of water and gusts of wind. They did not stop until the rain drizzled around them, misting and soaking them through.
“We have to get off the road,” Yunho said. “We cannot wait for another ambush, one that will be more organized because they now know who we are.”
Everyone agreed.
Through the wind and the rain, Junsu led them to a small creek with a small, flat area that was perfect for a camp. And it was no where near the road. Junsu kept the rain at bay long enough for Yunho to build a fire. He dried them off, too, pulling the water from their clothes and from their belongings, and then stood by the bank of the river and formed a dome above them.
He was tired, they all were, but Junsu more so. Jaejoong was about to tell him to rest when Yoochun moved close to him and touched his shoulder. Junsu stiffened, but did not push him away, keeping his head up, concentrating.
“It is really amazing that you can stop the rain,” he said, “but you should let it fall on us.”
“Why?”
“Because I have always wanted to kiss someone in the rain.” He slid his hand around the back of Junsu’s neck as he stepped around him. There was the tiniest of pauses where Junsu looked very confused and then Yoochun kissed him. The only sound was a small meep from Junsu and then rain fell on them again as Junsu’s concentration broke. It started as nothing more than a press of lips before Yoochun cupped his cheeks and deepened it, turning his head just enough to press his tongue forward, into Junsu’s mouth.
Junsu, who had gotten over the shock, halfheartedly attempted to push Yoochun away, though with hands on his hips, it looked more like Junsu was trying not to pull him closer. Through the rain, even from a few feet away, Jaejoong could tell that it was a fantastic kiss.
“Can I have a kiss in the rain?” Yunho asked and stepped in front of him.
Jaejoong slid his hands along Yunho’s waist and smiled. “Any time.”
Just as their lips met, Yoohwan said, “I hope you do not want a kiss in the rain.”
Junho laughed. “I would not say no.”
“Sorry, but I have someone I would rather kiss in the rain.”
“Too bad for me.”
_-\^\^_^/^/-_
Rain continued to fall around them but not on them. Jaejoong could not sleep, so instead, carefully wrote down all of his thoughts about what Changmin had said regarding the king, the destruction of the fire village, of Yunho inheriting the powers of a Knight of Fire. He had refrained from writing before due to the threat of treason. But he was sure that he could not be anymore treasonous.
Still, as he read and re-read and wrote down even more notes, it did not make sense. He was missing something. Something obvious. And he could hear Changmin’s voice in his head saying, “Come on, hyung! It is right there. Think, you idiot!”
Jaejoong huffed in frustration. He removed his reading glasses and looked around the clearing. Yunho lay near him, not asleep, just staring at the canopy of water above them. He had been awfully quiet. Jaejoong was not sure if it was better to let him brood or see if Yunho wanted to talk about it.
Junsu sat very still in the middle of the clearing, legs crossed, back straight. His eyes were shut in concentration. While one hand lay against his knee, palm up, the other trailed through Yoochun’s long hair where it was spread over his thigh.
Yoochun was not asleep but his eyes were shut and he was smiling.
“It is easier,” Junsu suddenly said, opening an eye for only a moment to look at Jaejoong.
“What is?”
“Everything,” Junsu said. “Conjuring water, throwing it, blocking it. Yoochun makes it easier. Or the air does.”
Jaejoong thought about that and added it to his notes.
“But I have never been able to help him,” Yunho said and propped up on an elbow. “The best I have been able to do is support him physically.”
“He made your fire stronger,” Junsu said.
Yunho frowned. “I know.”
“What do you mean?” Jaejoong asked.
“When ... I didn’t mean ... I did not meant to throw that much fire at that soldier. Just enough to distract him, not to ... not to kill him.”
“And you have never produced a wall of fire that strong,” Junsu said.
Yunho shook his head. “I have not. I felt ...”
“Like you could destroy the world,” Yoochun said, lifting a hand to touch Junsu’s cheek. Junsu jerked his head back, but Yoochun only smiled and touched down his neck. Junsu’s eyes shut with a sigh, and he tilted his head back.
Yunho nodded.
“I do not use my powers often,” Yoochun continued, trailing his fingers along Junsu’s skin, “but it felt like ... like I had three times as much power coursing through me. Steal the breath from their lungs, and I could rearrange the way the wind blew all over the world. It was ...”
“Alluring,” Junsu said.
Yoochun smirked. “I was going to say erotic, but alluring works, too. Just laying here, it’s ... different. Well, definitely erotic because my head is in your lap, but I meant my power.”
Junsu rolled his eyes. “I figured that.” And then smiled and actually ran his finger down Yoochun’s jaw. “Thanks for stopping the arrow.”
“Sorry about your horse.”
“I will miss her. I hope she did not suffer long.” He sighed. “We need to practice this new aspect of our powers, experiment with combining them.”
“You would like to experiment with me.”
“Can you go five minutes without making an inappropriate comment?”
“Only when I am asleep.”
“Go to sleep.”
“Good night kiss?”
Junsu covered Yoochun’s mouth with his hand. “Shut up.”
Yoochun shifted and turned so his back was to Jaejoong, face buried at Junsu’s hip.
“Sleep, Jaejoong-hyung,” Junsu said. “I am okay with being awake until the rain stops.”
“How long?”
“Another hour or so,” Yoochun said, voice muffled.
Jaejoong nodded. “Okay.” He knew he wasn’t going to sleep much, but he also knew that he had thought upon the most pressing problems with no luck. Brooding did not help to clear his mind. He put his book and quill away, and moved over to where Yunho lay on his back, arms behind his head, staring at the rain that did not hit them.
Jaejoong curled up against his side, head pillowed on his chest. One arm came around his side. Yunho was warm, his body thrummed with heat and power. It was so addicting. Fingers trailed along the skin of his neck, leaving heated spots behind.
“Stop it,” Jaejoong whispered as his cock hardened.
Yunho chuckled. “I love what my touch does to you.”
Jaejoong lifted his head and glared at him. “I only love it when we are someplace where I can take care of it.”
“Take care of what?”
“My erection, your erection.”
Yunho smiled and shifted again, curling on his side, but keeping one arm under Jaejoong’s head. He smiled at him and there was a pain in his eyes, not quite as pure as they have been.
“Are you okay?” Jaejoong whispered.
Yunho shut his eyes. “I did not mean to kill that man.”
“I know you did not.” Jaejoong wanted to say that it was necessary, that they were in a life-or-death situation, that no one could blame Yunho for doing that when they were being shot at with arrows. Instead, he leaned forward and kissed Yunho’s lips lightly. “I love you.”
Yunho nodded. “I love you.”
_-/^/^¯^\^\-_
The next morning, with the air crisp and fresh from the rain, the six of them gathered around the map to decide what to do. The main road to the capital was no longer an option.
“We need to go West, and get some more supplies,” Jaejoong said, tapping a small town that lay within the central plains.
Yoochun made a face.
Yoohwan glanced up at his brother. “We need to. We need two more horses.”
“You just want to see Heechul.”
“Can you blame me?”
Yoochun stuck his tongue out and crossed his arms. “There are other villages to stop at.”
“But not as close, or as convenient.”
“Convenient is right. He is not even going to want to see you. You left him, remember?”
Yoohwan glared at his hyung. “For you, remember? Be supportive, bastard.”
“I will not go.”
“You do not have to go into the village if you don’t want to. Just a few of us will.”
“Will one of you enlighten the rest of us, please?” Junho asked with a smile.
The two brothers stared at each other, and it was Yoohwan who said, “That is our village.”
“Your village,” Yoochun said. “Not mine. I remember being kicked out of it.”
Yoohwan rolled his eyes. “Yeah, so what? Get over it. I left with you, I have supported you, I have gone all over this fucking world to help protect you, only to find out that you’re whoring yourself in a city and refusing to cooperate with people that have to change the world, with your help, and your gift. I say it is time you do something for me.”
Yoochun crossed his arms. His long hair blew in a sudden wind.
“I am not afraid of you, hyung,” Yoohwan said. “Grow up.”
The brothers glared at each other, until Yoochun huffed, spun around and stalked into the trees.
Yoohwan sighed. “He hates Heechul. They had a bit of a rivalry in the village.”
“Rivalry of what?” Yunho asked.
“Everything. Longest hair, prettiest skin, most girls and guys fucked. Yoochun revealed his powers in one of their many fights, saying he could control the wind. Heechul was not impressed and told the village leader. Yoochun was also mad when Heechul started looking at me the ‘wrong way’. But I had always been more or less in love with him.” Yoohwan smiled and gripped a necklace that always hung around his neck. “He refused to come with me and my crazy-ass brother.”
“That must have been a hard decision to make,” Junho said. “Your brother or your lover.”
“Well, he was not my lover. Yoochun threatened him with death if he touched me. But I always meant for him to be, when I got older, when I could sneak around with him. But I made the right decision. No one else, even our parents, supported him. It was very hard on him, even if he won’t admit how much it affected him. No matter what could have happened with Heechul, Yoochun has always been the most important person in my life.”
“What the fuck are you saying about me?” Yoochun demanded.
Yoohwan spun around. “Just that I fucking love you, you ungrateful fuck.”
Yoochun stuck his tongue out, but they all saw him smile before he turned around again.
Part 14: Sizzle
Part 12: Tempest
Part 11: Blow
(Part 10: Soak) | (Part 9: Blaze) | (Part 8: Hot) | (Part 7: Rekindle) | (Part 6: Bloom) | (Part 5: Sprout) | (Part 4: Burn) | (Part 3: Flicker) | (Part 2: Flare) | (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 13:
Fanfic poster by back_to_five!!! Perfection! <3 <3
Jaejoong pulled his horse level with Yoohwan’s. The young man looked exhausted, but he smiled at Jaejoong anyway.
“You are a little sneak,” Jaejoong said, “knowing who I was at the castle and saying nothing.”
“Changmin told me not to. He has always said that the less I knew and the less other people know then the less they can be hurt or taken advantage of.”
“Which is why he was so cryptic with me.”
“Partly. And because he said you were smart enough to figure it out on your own.”
“Figure what out?” Jaejoong mumbled.
Yoohwan shrugged. “I do not know. I do know that Changmin suspected that King Chilhyun was not as pure and just as we all thought, but he did not elaborate. All he told me was that if he did not come to the stables for a ride--”
“--what kind of a ride?” Yoochun asked with a grin.
Yoohwan ignored him. “--every week then something happened to him. I waited two weeks and Changmin did not come. He said to go to the Garden Village and meet up with my brother and you, if you were there.”
“I hope Changmin is okay.”
“Me, too, hyung.”
“There is a storm coming,” Yoochun said suddenly, head tilted up to the star-lit sky. “Rain, definitely. High winds. We really should find shelter soon before it hits.”
“I can keep us dry,” Junsu snapped.
“And safe from the wind?”
“That is your job.”
“It might not mean too much in the entire scheme of things to keep a few people from getting wet, but to stop a wind and change the air currents can really have a massive effect on other parts of the world.”
Junsu opened his mouth to retort, but Jaejoong beat him to it. “How long?”
“Soon,” Yoochun said. “It might miss us, but I doubt it.”
“I wish we knew whether we were being followed or not,” Yunho said and glanced behind him. “I do not want to stop if we will be attacked.”
“We need Earth Boy to lead us to a cave or something.”
“We need Air Boy to shut up.”
“We need Water Boy to fucking get laid,” Junho muttered and was promptly soaked in water, and Yoochun, still riding behind him, was not spared in the aquatic assault.
But he only smirked. “You can splatter me with whatever liquids you want whenever you want.”
Junsu made a frustrated noise.
“Shut up, please,” Yunho said.
Yoochun smiled, opened his mouth to say something, and flung his hand out instead. A flash of metal sparked in the dark, jerked in front of Junsu and embedded itself in the neck of his horse. The horse screamed, pitching sideways and Junsu fell with it, luckily vaulting off the back of the horse without getting his leg trapped.
More arrows surrounded them, but Yoochun knocked them off course, hands up in the air.
Yunho galloped toward Junsu. He held out his hand and Junsu grabbed it, swinging up onto the back of his horse. They turned, and Junsu was fast enough with his sword to knock a guard off his horse.
As arrows fell uselessly onto the stone road, more soldiers appeared from the trees. Outnumbered, Jaejoong noticed right away, trying to keep his horse from panicking. He was glad he was a good rider.
A soldier swung at Yoochun’s back, where he wasn’t looking and Yunho jerked his hand to side and hit him in the face with fire. The man’s screams startled everyone else, and for a moment everything stopped while fire ate under his armor and they watched him burn.
Yunho walked his horse backward to stand in front of Jaejoong, motioning to the others, and Junho moved in front of Yoohwan’s horse.
“Kill them,” a man said. “The order was dead or alive.”
“Fuck,” Junho muttered.
“Probably my fault,” Yoohwan said.
As the soldiers tried to move around them, Junsu twisted his arms around his head and then flung them out. A wave of water washed over the road, and then Yoochun did the same thing, and the water became a waterspout that grew bigger until most of the guards were staring at it with wide eyes.
“Let go,” Yunho said, spinning his hands and fire around themselves. “Now.”
The water and wind flung itself at the soldiers and Yunho threw his hands down, toward the ground. A wall of white flames shot up from the stone, between them and soldiers, the heat more than Jaejoong thought Yunho could produce.
“Go, run,” Yunho shouted. “That will not burn long.”
Yoohwan spun his horse around and took off, with Jaejoong following. Yunho right behind him with Junsu turned on the back of his horse. Yoochun did the same, so he was back to back with Junho. The fire died and the soldiers rode after them. Arrows fell uselessly in Yoochun’s wind and the horses lost their footing in Junsu’s floods.
The storm hit before they slowed, and Yoochun and Junsu did their best to keep their way clear of water. They rode through the lightning and thunderous parts of the storm, through torrents of water and gusts of wind. They did not stop until the rain drizzled around them, misting and soaking them through.
“We have to get off the road,” Yunho said. “We cannot wait for another ambush, one that will be more organized because they now know who we are.”
Everyone agreed.
Through the wind and the rain, Junsu led them to a small creek with a small, flat area that was perfect for a camp. And it was no where near the road. Junsu kept the rain at bay long enough for Yunho to build a fire. He dried them off, too, pulling the water from their clothes and from their belongings, and then stood by the bank of the river and formed a dome above them.
He was tired, they all were, but Junsu more so. Jaejoong was about to tell him to rest when Yoochun moved close to him and touched his shoulder. Junsu stiffened, but did not push him away, keeping his head up, concentrating.
“It is really amazing that you can stop the rain,” he said, “but you should let it fall on us.”
“Why?”
“Because I have always wanted to kiss someone in the rain.” He slid his hand around the back of Junsu’s neck as he stepped around him. There was the tiniest of pauses where Junsu looked very confused and then Yoochun kissed him. The only sound was a small meep from Junsu and then rain fell on them again as Junsu’s concentration broke. It started as nothing more than a press of lips before Yoochun cupped his cheeks and deepened it, turning his head just enough to press his tongue forward, into Junsu’s mouth.
Junsu, who had gotten over the shock, halfheartedly attempted to push Yoochun away, though with hands on his hips, it looked more like Junsu was trying not to pull him closer. Through the rain, even from a few feet away, Jaejoong could tell that it was a fantastic kiss.
“Can I have a kiss in the rain?” Yunho asked and stepped in front of him.
Jaejoong slid his hands along Yunho’s waist and smiled. “Any time.”
Just as their lips met, Yoohwan said, “I hope you do not want a kiss in the rain.”
Junho laughed. “I would not say no.”
“Sorry, but I have someone I would rather kiss in the rain.”
“Too bad for me.”
_-\^\^_^/^/-_
Rain continued to fall around them but not on them. Jaejoong could not sleep, so instead, carefully wrote down all of his thoughts about what Changmin had said regarding the king, the destruction of the fire village, of Yunho inheriting the powers of a Knight of Fire. He had refrained from writing before due to the threat of treason. But he was sure that he could not be anymore treasonous.
Still, as he read and re-read and wrote down even more notes, it did not make sense. He was missing something. Something obvious. And he could hear Changmin’s voice in his head saying, “Come on, hyung! It is right there. Think, you idiot!”
Jaejoong huffed in frustration. He removed his reading glasses and looked around the clearing. Yunho lay near him, not asleep, just staring at the canopy of water above them. He had been awfully quiet. Jaejoong was not sure if it was better to let him brood or see if Yunho wanted to talk about it.
Junsu sat very still in the middle of the clearing, legs crossed, back straight. His eyes were shut in concentration. While one hand lay against his knee, palm up, the other trailed through Yoochun’s long hair where it was spread over his thigh.
Yoochun was not asleep but his eyes were shut and he was smiling.
“It is easier,” Junsu suddenly said, opening an eye for only a moment to look at Jaejoong.
“What is?”
“Everything,” Junsu said. “Conjuring water, throwing it, blocking it. Yoochun makes it easier. Or the air does.”
Jaejoong thought about that and added it to his notes.
“But I have never been able to help him,” Yunho said and propped up on an elbow. “The best I have been able to do is support him physically.”
“He made your fire stronger,” Junsu said.
Yunho frowned. “I know.”
“What do you mean?” Jaejoong asked.
“When ... I didn’t mean ... I did not meant to throw that much fire at that soldier. Just enough to distract him, not to ... not to kill him.”
“And you have never produced a wall of fire that strong,” Junsu said.
Yunho shook his head. “I have not. I felt ...”
“Like you could destroy the world,” Yoochun said, lifting a hand to touch Junsu’s cheek. Junsu jerked his head back, but Yoochun only smiled and touched down his neck. Junsu’s eyes shut with a sigh, and he tilted his head back.
Yunho nodded.
“I do not use my powers often,” Yoochun continued, trailing his fingers along Junsu’s skin, “but it felt like ... like I had three times as much power coursing through me. Steal the breath from their lungs, and I could rearrange the way the wind blew all over the world. It was ...”
“Alluring,” Junsu said.
Yoochun smirked. “I was going to say erotic, but alluring works, too. Just laying here, it’s ... different. Well, definitely erotic because my head is in your lap, but I meant my power.”
Junsu rolled his eyes. “I figured that.” And then smiled and actually ran his finger down Yoochun’s jaw. “Thanks for stopping the arrow.”
“Sorry about your horse.”
“I will miss her. I hope she did not suffer long.” He sighed. “We need to practice this new aspect of our powers, experiment with combining them.”
“You would like to experiment with me.”
“Can you go five minutes without making an inappropriate comment?”
“Only when I am asleep.”
“Go to sleep.”
“Good night kiss?”
Junsu covered Yoochun’s mouth with his hand. “Shut up.”
Yoochun shifted and turned so his back was to Jaejoong, face buried at Junsu’s hip.
“Sleep, Jaejoong-hyung,” Junsu said. “I am okay with being awake until the rain stops.”
“How long?”
“Another hour or so,” Yoochun said, voice muffled.
Jaejoong nodded. “Okay.” He knew he wasn’t going to sleep much, but he also knew that he had thought upon the most pressing problems with no luck. Brooding did not help to clear his mind. He put his book and quill away, and moved over to where Yunho lay on his back, arms behind his head, staring at the rain that did not hit them.
Jaejoong curled up against his side, head pillowed on his chest. One arm came around his side. Yunho was warm, his body thrummed with heat and power. It was so addicting. Fingers trailed along the skin of his neck, leaving heated spots behind.
“Stop it,” Jaejoong whispered as his cock hardened.
Yunho chuckled. “I love what my touch does to you.”
Jaejoong lifted his head and glared at him. “I only love it when we are someplace where I can take care of it.”
“Take care of what?”
“My erection, your erection.”
Yunho smiled and shifted again, curling on his side, but keeping one arm under Jaejoong’s head. He smiled at him and there was a pain in his eyes, not quite as pure as they have been.
“Are you okay?” Jaejoong whispered.
Yunho shut his eyes. “I did not mean to kill that man.”
“I know you did not.” Jaejoong wanted to say that it was necessary, that they were in a life-or-death situation, that no one could blame Yunho for doing that when they were being shot at with arrows. Instead, he leaned forward and kissed Yunho’s lips lightly. “I love you.”
Yunho nodded. “I love you.”
_-/^/^¯^\^\-_
The next morning, with the air crisp and fresh from the rain, the six of them gathered around the map to decide what to do. The main road to the capital was no longer an option.
“We need to go West, and get some more supplies,” Jaejoong said, tapping a small town that lay within the central plains.
Yoochun made a face.
Yoohwan glanced up at his brother. “We need to. We need two more horses.”
“You just want to see Heechul.”
“Can you blame me?”
Yoochun stuck his tongue out and crossed his arms. “There are other villages to stop at.”
“But not as close, or as convenient.”
“Convenient is right. He is not even going to want to see you. You left him, remember?”
Yoohwan glared at his hyung. “For you, remember? Be supportive, bastard.”
“I will not go.”
“You do not have to go into the village if you don’t want to. Just a few of us will.”
“Will one of you enlighten the rest of us, please?” Junho asked with a smile.
The two brothers stared at each other, and it was Yoohwan who said, “That is our village.”
“Your village,” Yoochun said. “Not mine. I remember being kicked out of it.”
Yoohwan rolled his eyes. “Yeah, so what? Get over it. I left with you, I have supported you, I have gone all over this fucking world to help protect you, only to find out that you’re whoring yourself in a city and refusing to cooperate with people that have to change the world, with your help, and your gift. I say it is time you do something for me.”
Yoochun crossed his arms. His long hair blew in a sudden wind.
“I am not afraid of you, hyung,” Yoohwan said. “Grow up.”
The brothers glared at each other, until Yoochun huffed, spun around and stalked into the trees.
Yoohwan sighed. “He hates Heechul. They had a bit of a rivalry in the village.”
“Rivalry of what?” Yunho asked.
“Everything. Longest hair, prettiest skin, most girls and guys fucked. Yoochun revealed his powers in one of their many fights, saying he could control the wind. Heechul was not impressed and told the village leader. Yoochun was also mad when Heechul started looking at me the ‘wrong way’. But I had always been more or less in love with him.” Yoohwan smiled and gripped a necklace that always hung around his neck. “He refused to come with me and my crazy-ass brother.”
“That must have been a hard decision to make,” Junho said. “Your brother or your lover.”
“Well, he was not my lover. Yoochun threatened him with death if he touched me. But I always meant for him to be, when I got older, when I could sneak around with him. But I made the right decision. No one else, even our parents, supported him. It was very hard on him, even if he won’t admit how much it affected him. No matter what could have happened with Heechul, Yoochun has always been the most important person in my life.”
“What the fuck are you saying about me?” Yoochun demanded.
Yoohwan spun around. “Just that I fucking love you, you ungrateful fuck.”
Yoochun stuck his tongue out, but they all saw him smile before he turned around again.
Part 14: Sizzle
Part 12: Tempest
Part 11: Blow
(Part 10: Soak) | (Part 9: Blaze) | (Part 8: Hot) | (Part 7: Rekindle) | (Part 6: Bloom) | (Part 5: Sprout) | (Part 4: Burn) | (Part 3: Flicker) | (Part 2: Flare) | (Part 1: Spark)
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