A Knight of Fire 16/?
Title: A Knight of Fire 16/?
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong, Yoochun/Junsu, Changmin/Junho, Heechul/Yoohwan
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 16:
Fanfic poster by back_to_five!!! Perfection! <3 <3
Jaejoong found the History Book in Yoohwan’s bags. He sat against a tree and read through the book while they waited for Yoohwan.
Yoochun seethed, pacing back and forth and cursing Heechul to the ends of the earth. “I cannot believe you left my brother with that whore. I cannot believe--”
“I cannot believe that you have the right to call someone else a whore,” Junsu said.
“My brother deserves better,” Yoochun snapped. “He is too young. He is a virgin.”
“Was a virgin,” Junho said. “Probably isn’t one now.”
Yoochun growled and flung a burst of air at him, knocking Junho to the ground.
“Hey!” Junsu said, spinning to face him. “Do not use your power in anger. You will hurt someone!”
“I used restraint. I could have killed him instead!”
“Do you even know what restraint means?”
“Are you okay?” Yunho asked and helped Junho up.
Junho nodded, but he was limping when he moved to lean against a tree.
“Your brother is an adult and can do as he wishes,” Junsu said. “Dare I ask how old you were the first time you had sex?”
Yoochun smirked.
“Exactly! You have no right to judge him when he has--”
“How old were you?” Yoochun asked.
Junsu stopped and turned away.
Junho laughed and Junsu glared at him.
“Are you a virgin?” Yoochun asked with a smile.
Junsu said nothing, blushing brightly, but Junho nodded.
“Well, there are much better things to do right now than to worry about my brother.” He grabbed Junsu’s hand and yanked him toward the trees.
But Junsu ripped his hand away. “Stop it.”
Yoochun pouted. “Come on. It’s been weeks.”
“If you only want to have sex with me because it has been so long since you last did, then sorry, but no, thank you.”
“Not the only reason. You have a nice ass, remember?”
Junsu glared at him and then stomped over to his brother. Junho was smart and said nothing.
Yoochun grinned over at Jaejoong. “Guess I will go back to brooding.”
He did not have long to brood. Yoohwan stumbled upon them just after the sun set but while the sky was still red and painting the fields golden. He walked with a bit of a limp, his long hair was in need of a good brushing, and there were definite hickys scattered on his neck.
Yoochun rolled his eyes. “Happy?”
“No, but I will be when all this is done. I told him I would come back to him.”
Yoochun snorted, and then noticed the cut on his cheek. “That bastard--” He reached for him.
Yoohwan leaned away from him. “Heechul did not do that. Mother did that.”
Yoochun frowned.
With a sad smile, Yoohwan stepped into him and hugged him. He whispered something the others did not hear, but based on the tensing of Yoochun’s body and the way he hugged Yoohwan tighter, Jaejoong figured he had told Yoochun of their father’s death.
“His father died,” Yunho whispered to Junho and Junsu.
Junsu frowned and went to the brothers. He hugged Yoochun from the other side.
“The man was an asshole,” Yoochun said, voice hoarse. He rubbed his cheek on his brother’s shirt.
“Only after,” Yoohwan reminded him softly.
Yoochun nodded. “Only after.”
Yunho’s entire body stiffened and he jerked to the side, scrambling over to the road. “Fuck.”
“What?” Junho asked.
He waved his hand at the red glow on the other side of the trees. “Fire.”
Junsu let Yoochun go and stood next to him. They watched as the glow of fire became distinct torches carried by a mob of villagers.
“Well, this is different than the last time they ran me out of the village,” Yoochun said, “but they lose points for a lack of creativity. An angry mob, really?”
“I say it is time to leave,” Junho said and clapped Yunho on the shoulder. He nodded and they all went to their horses.
“Damn Heechul,” Yoochun said, pulling away from his brother.
“It was not him,” Yoohwan said fiercely. “He warned me that the villagers were talking about us. It was probably Sungmin. He was home when we stopped by. You know how easy it is to hear through the walls of the houses in the village.”
Yoochun glared at him. He said nothing and went to Junsu’s horse. “Let me ride with you.”
“You have your own horse.”
“Let me ride with you.”
Junsu’s nostrils flared but he reached down and pulled Yoochun up to sit behind him.
Junho led the way, onto the road. They did not pause, but kicked their horses into a canter. The villagers and soldiers were closer, definitely close enough to see them, and the soldiers on horses gave chase.
Yoochun kept his face pressed against Junsu’s shoulder blades, but his hand stretched behind him. The wind whistled behind them, strong, fierce, expressing the sorrow of Yoochun’s heart. He did not turn to look at his destruction, but they heard the shouts of alarm, the roar of a wind storm, as they traveled away from the Air Knights Village.
_-\^\^_^/^/-_
With the moon and the stars as their guide, they tore across The Plains, leaving the road and its outposts and gates. They stopped only to rest their horses and eat quickly. Even as the sun rose, they continued, slowing to cross rivers. It was too easy to spot them on the open fields. There were very few trees to hide them.
They finally stopped under a copse of trees near the river bank to rest as another morning sun painted shadows on the waving grass. It was hard for them to sleep, adrenalin still trying to spur them forward.
Yoochun did not sleep. He sat, cross legged, head tilted back, eyes shut. A small breeze blew around him. The breeze faltered only when Junsu moved over to him, dragging his blanket. He lay down, head on Yoochun’s thigh. Yoochun smiled and the wind slowed. Junsu took his hand, turned on his side, and pressed their entwined fingers to his chest.
Jaejoong slept restlessly for only a couple hours. Yunho was still asleep when he finally gave up and rose. He gathered his book and the History Book and a quill. Leaning against a tree, Jaejoong opened the History Book and started reading. It was the exact same as the book in the Water Knights Village. Jaejoong had not read the History Book a second time (he had been busy learning, memorizing, and worshiping Yunho). As he read a passage, his brain suddenly clicked. He made a noise and sat up straight.
“What?” Yoochun whispered.
Jaejoong waved his hand at him in dismissal. He found Changmin’s letter, rereading quickly, and then flipped through his own notes.
“By the gods, no wonder,” Jaejoong gasped. “It makes sense now.”
“What makes sense?” Yoochun asked.
“Listen,” Jaejoong said and read the passage from the book.
The Gift of the Elements is passed down depending on the will of the Gods. There will always be one Elemental, one person who can control a Gift. Should the holder of the Gift pass on, either by natural means or nefarious means, another shall be chosen by the will of the Gods. The new Elemental will be of sound mind and pure heart, worthy of carrying a Gift from the Gods.
“Yes?” Yoochun said. “And?”
“The Knight of Fire died and the gift was passed on to Yunho.”
Yoochun rolled his eyes. “Yes. And?”
“Do you not see?” Jaejoong said. “King Ahn has the History Book. The destruction of the Fire Knights Village is touted as a casualty of war. But he found the History Book. He knew of this. He knew that if the Knight of Fire died, the power would be transferred. So what happens when an entire village is destroy and all of its inhabitants are killed? The Gift will go to someone else. Say you are the only survivor. Does it not make sense that the Gift should go to you?”
Yoochun thought about that and then said, “He wanted to be the Knight of Fire.”
“You were right before, about the blackmail,” Jaejoong said, nodding. “King Ahn discovered the History Book. He discovered the Knight of Fire. He wanted the Gift for himself and had the Knight of Fire destroy the village. But he was not of sound mind and pure heart, so the Gift was given to Yunho instead.”
Changmin’s annoying voice shouted in his head, It is about time, hyung! By the Gods, are you a scholar or not!
“Jaejoong, what are you shouting for?” Yunho mumbled.
“I figured it out,” he said and read the passage again and told Yunho of his theory.
“There is nothing that I would destroy my village for,” Yunho growled.
“Really?” Jaejoong said. “If someone you love was threatened, if someone, say Jihye, was captured and you were told that you burn everything and kill everyone or she is raped in front of you--”
Yunho’s eyes narrowed. “I would destroy the rapists first.”
Jaejoong did not dwell on it and instead, went back to reading and reworking and rewriting all of his notes. He was so stupid to have not seen it before.
Well, you are an idiot, Changmin said in his head.
Jaejoong was going to hit Changmin very hard the next time he saw him.
_-\^\^_^/^/-_
The farther west they traveled, the more anxious Jaejoong became. Even though they were surrounded by nothing but grassy plains, just on the horizon was the blurred image of hills. And on one of those hills, one of the tallest with its back against a small mountain range, sat the castle in the middle of the capital city. The city itself stretched in a heavy circle around the castle, reaching all the way to the ocean and far into the hills and surrounding lands.
It was a perfect strategic location, as long as you were not coming at it from the east with the purpose of somehow getting inside to rescue a Knight of Earth.
He thought about it and reworked the possibilities in his head. Yoohwan probably knew secret ways into the castle. Probably. But even if he did, they would be seen way before they even got close to the castle.
The King and his army were on high alert, aware of their presence and mostly aware of their direction of travel. If the soldiers warned King Ahn that they were coming, there was no way they were going to get close to the city let alone the castle.
Over another week, Jaejoong pondered the problem, and the hills grew larger upon the horizon.
It was a cloudy day, with misty rain falling, when Jaejoong had an idea.
“We need fog,” he said.
“What?” Yunho asked.
“Fog. We need fog, to get into the city. They’ll see us probably days before we even get there. There are watch towers and outposts. If the king has the city closed down like Miyavi said, we will not stand a chance. Could you two make some?”
“Yes,” Yoochun said immediately, “but if we need it to cover the city for more than a day we will be useless afterwards. That is a lot of power.”
Junsu opened his mouth, probably to argue and then he frowned and nodded. “It is a lot of work, even with two of us, working together.”
“We work so well together,” Yoochun said with a smirk.
Junsu rolled his eyes, but could not stop his smile.
“I cannot think of any other way to get into the city,” Jaejoong said. “We can see the hills on the horizon. Soon we will be able to see the city itself. If we can see it, they can see us.”
Yoochun suddenly frowned and sat on the ground. “May the Gods forgive me,” he muttered. “Junsu, sit with me.”
Junsu furrowed his brow in confusion, but he sat down.
“Remember what I said about rearranging the way the wind blew over the land and how it would affect everything else?” Yoochun said and shut his eyes. “That does not mean that I cannot do it.” He crossed his legs, hands on his knees, palms up. Junsu put his arms around Yoochun’s shoulders, face at his neck. He whispered something.
Yoochun smiled and then tensed. The only indication that he did anything was the increase in speed of the wind around him.
“North,” Junsu said. “Go north. We always have fog in the mornings.”
“I have it. Balance it.”
Junsu’s eyes shut and he squeezed Yoochun tighter. Sweat beaded on Yoochun’s forehead and Junsu started shaking.
Yunho frowned in concern, but Jaejoong kept him and Junho from interrupting. They were quiet for a long time, but Jaejoong figured that rearranging wind patterns was difficult.
With a heavy groan, Yoochun fell back. Junsu leaned over him and wiped at his brow.
“You okay?”
Yoochun lifted his arm and pulled Junsu down for a kiss. “Wonderful.”
Junsu rolled his eyes, but stayed pressed against him, lips together for a moment.
“What did you do?” Yunho asked.
“Rearranged the wind patterns,” Junsu answered, “to create fog in the city.”
“I will check later and make sure it is working,” Yoochun added. “If I did it right, the fog will be natural and we do not have to keep it up.”
“I cannot believe you can do that,” Junho said.
Yoochun smiled, eyes on Junsu. “I did not. We did.”
Junsu smiled and leaned down to continue their kiss.
“He has a change of clothes, right?” Yunho asked, turning to Junho with a smirk.
“Yes,” Junho said carefully. “What are you--”
Yunho lifted a hand and seconds later, Junsu’s shirt sizzled with heat and then his pants were gone in a spark of fire. Junsu broke from the kiss with a yelp, but it was already too late, clothes flaking off his body in hot ashes.
“Oh, Fuck you! Yunho!”
“Now, we are even, remember?”
“I hate you!”
Yoochun laughed and rubbed his hands over Junsu’s skin, sliding down his back. “Be a dear, Jaejoong, and grab me a blanket,” he said, squeezing Junsu’s plump, perfect ass. Junsu squirmed to get away, but based on Yoochun’s moan, he only managed to press against Yoochun in a very nice way. He blushed brightly.
Jaejoong chuckled and threw a blanket over the two of them.
“Wait, Yoochun, I--”
Yoochun’s hands moved under the blanket.
Junsu’s eyes shut with a whimper. “Yoochun,” he said quietly.
“Just let me touch you.”
“And kiss me?”
“Of course.”
“Ugh,” Junho said and stomped away from them as their lips and tongues met.
Jaejoong watched them kiss for a little longer and then went to where Yunho and Yoohwan were building a small fire.
“That was evil.”
Yunho smiled. “I told him that when I got back at him for soaking me with water, it would be epic.”
Junsu moaned loudly.
“And it sounds pretty epic from here,” Yoohwan said.
Part 17: Fog
Part 15: Breeze
Part 14: Sizzle
Part 13: Storm
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, Heechul/Yoohwan
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 16:
Fanfic poster by back_to_five!!! Perfection! <3 <3
Jaejoong found the History Book in Yoohwan’s bags. He sat against a tree and read through the book while they waited for Yoohwan.
Yoochun seethed, pacing back and forth and cursing Heechul to the ends of the earth. “I cannot believe you left my brother with that whore. I cannot believe--”
“I cannot believe that you have the right to call someone else a whore,” Junsu said.
“My brother deserves better,” Yoochun snapped. “He is too young. He is a virgin.”
“Was a virgin,” Junho said. “Probably isn’t one now.”
Yoochun growled and flung a burst of air at him, knocking Junho to the ground.
“Hey!” Junsu said, spinning to face him. “Do not use your power in anger. You will hurt someone!”
“I used restraint. I could have killed him instead!”
“Do you even know what restraint means?”
“Are you okay?” Yunho asked and helped Junho up.
Junho nodded, but he was limping when he moved to lean against a tree.
“Your brother is an adult and can do as he wishes,” Junsu said. “Dare I ask how old you were the first time you had sex?”
Yoochun smirked.
“Exactly! You have no right to judge him when he has--”
“How old were you?” Yoochun asked.
Junsu stopped and turned away.
Junho laughed and Junsu glared at him.
“Are you a virgin?” Yoochun asked with a smile.
Junsu said nothing, blushing brightly, but Junho nodded.
“Well, there are much better things to do right now than to worry about my brother.” He grabbed Junsu’s hand and yanked him toward the trees.
But Junsu ripped his hand away. “Stop it.”
Yoochun pouted. “Come on. It’s been weeks.”
“If you only want to have sex with me because it has been so long since you last did, then sorry, but no, thank you.”
“Not the only reason. You have a nice ass, remember?”
Junsu glared at him and then stomped over to his brother. Junho was smart and said nothing.
Yoochun grinned over at Jaejoong. “Guess I will go back to brooding.”
He did not have long to brood. Yoohwan stumbled upon them just after the sun set but while the sky was still red and painting the fields golden. He walked with a bit of a limp, his long hair was in need of a good brushing, and there were definite hickys scattered on his neck.
Yoochun rolled his eyes. “Happy?”
“No, but I will be when all this is done. I told him I would come back to him.”
Yoochun snorted, and then noticed the cut on his cheek. “That bastard--” He reached for him.
Yoohwan leaned away from him. “Heechul did not do that. Mother did that.”
Yoochun frowned.
With a sad smile, Yoohwan stepped into him and hugged him. He whispered something the others did not hear, but based on the tensing of Yoochun’s body and the way he hugged Yoohwan tighter, Jaejoong figured he had told Yoochun of their father’s death.
“His father died,” Yunho whispered to Junho and Junsu.
Junsu frowned and went to the brothers. He hugged Yoochun from the other side.
“The man was an asshole,” Yoochun said, voice hoarse. He rubbed his cheek on his brother’s shirt.
“Only after,” Yoohwan reminded him softly.
Yoochun nodded. “Only after.”
Yunho’s entire body stiffened and he jerked to the side, scrambling over to the road. “Fuck.”
“What?” Junho asked.
He waved his hand at the red glow on the other side of the trees. “Fire.”
Junsu let Yoochun go and stood next to him. They watched as the glow of fire became distinct torches carried by a mob of villagers.
“Well, this is different than the last time they ran me out of the village,” Yoochun said, “but they lose points for a lack of creativity. An angry mob, really?”
“I say it is time to leave,” Junho said and clapped Yunho on the shoulder. He nodded and they all went to their horses.
“Damn Heechul,” Yoochun said, pulling away from his brother.
“It was not him,” Yoohwan said fiercely. “He warned me that the villagers were talking about us. It was probably Sungmin. He was home when we stopped by. You know how easy it is to hear through the walls of the houses in the village.”
Yoochun glared at him. He said nothing and went to Junsu’s horse. “Let me ride with you.”
“You have your own horse.”
“Let me ride with you.”
Junsu’s nostrils flared but he reached down and pulled Yoochun up to sit behind him.
Junho led the way, onto the road. They did not pause, but kicked their horses into a canter. The villagers and soldiers were closer, definitely close enough to see them, and the soldiers on horses gave chase.
Yoochun kept his face pressed against Junsu’s shoulder blades, but his hand stretched behind him. The wind whistled behind them, strong, fierce, expressing the sorrow of Yoochun’s heart. He did not turn to look at his destruction, but they heard the shouts of alarm, the roar of a wind storm, as they traveled away from the Air Knights Village.
_-\^\^_^/^/-_
With the moon and the stars as their guide, they tore across The Plains, leaving the road and its outposts and gates. They stopped only to rest their horses and eat quickly. Even as the sun rose, they continued, slowing to cross rivers. It was too easy to spot them on the open fields. There were very few trees to hide them.
They finally stopped under a copse of trees near the river bank to rest as another morning sun painted shadows on the waving grass. It was hard for them to sleep, adrenalin still trying to spur them forward.
Yoochun did not sleep. He sat, cross legged, head tilted back, eyes shut. A small breeze blew around him. The breeze faltered only when Junsu moved over to him, dragging his blanket. He lay down, head on Yoochun’s thigh. Yoochun smiled and the wind slowed. Junsu took his hand, turned on his side, and pressed their entwined fingers to his chest.
Jaejoong slept restlessly for only a couple hours. Yunho was still asleep when he finally gave up and rose. He gathered his book and the History Book and a quill. Leaning against a tree, Jaejoong opened the History Book and started reading. It was the exact same as the book in the Water Knights Village. Jaejoong had not read the History Book a second time (he had been busy learning, memorizing, and worshiping Yunho). As he read a passage, his brain suddenly clicked. He made a noise and sat up straight.
“What?” Yoochun whispered.
Jaejoong waved his hand at him in dismissal. He found Changmin’s letter, rereading quickly, and then flipped through his own notes.
“By the gods, no wonder,” Jaejoong gasped. “It makes sense now.”
“What makes sense?” Yoochun asked.
“Listen,” Jaejoong said and read the passage from the book.
The Gift of the Elements is passed down depending on the will of the Gods. There will always be one Elemental, one person who can control a Gift. Should the holder of the Gift pass on, either by natural means or nefarious means, another shall be chosen by the will of the Gods. The new Elemental will be of sound mind and pure heart, worthy of carrying a Gift from the Gods.
“Yes?” Yoochun said. “And?”
“The Knight of Fire died and the gift was passed on to Yunho.”
Yoochun rolled his eyes. “Yes. And?”
“Do you not see?” Jaejoong said. “King Ahn has the History Book. The destruction of the Fire Knights Village is touted as a casualty of war. But he found the History Book. He knew of this. He knew that if the Knight of Fire died, the power would be transferred. So what happens when an entire village is destroy and all of its inhabitants are killed? The Gift will go to someone else. Say you are the only survivor. Does it not make sense that the Gift should go to you?”
Yoochun thought about that and then said, “He wanted to be the Knight of Fire.”
“You were right before, about the blackmail,” Jaejoong said, nodding. “King Ahn discovered the History Book. He discovered the Knight of Fire. He wanted the Gift for himself and had the Knight of Fire destroy the village. But he was not of sound mind and pure heart, so the Gift was given to Yunho instead.”
Changmin’s annoying voice shouted in his head, It is about time, hyung! By the Gods, are you a scholar or not!
“Jaejoong, what are you shouting for?” Yunho mumbled.
“I figured it out,” he said and read the passage again and told Yunho of his theory.
“There is nothing that I would destroy my village for,” Yunho growled.
“Really?” Jaejoong said. “If someone you love was threatened, if someone, say Jihye, was captured and you were told that you burn everything and kill everyone or she is raped in front of you--”
Yunho’s eyes narrowed. “I would destroy the rapists first.”
Jaejoong did not dwell on it and instead, went back to reading and reworking and rewriting all of his notes. He was so stupid to have not seen it before.
Well, you are an idiot, Changmin said in his head.
Jaejoong was going to hit Changmin very hard the next time he saw him.
_-\^\^_^/^/-_
The farther west they traveled, the more anxious Jaejoong became. Even though they were surrounded by nothing but grassy plains, just on the horizon was the blurred image of hills. And on one of those hills, one of the tallest with its back against a small mountain range, sat the castle in the middle of the capital city. The city itself stretched in a heavy circle around the castle, reaching all the way to the ocean and far into the hills and surrounding lands.
It was a perfect strategic location, as long as you were not coming at it from the east with the purpose of somehow getting inside to rescue a Knight of Earth.
He thought about it and reworked the possibilities in his head. Yoohwan probably knew secret ways into the castle. Probably. But even if he did, they would be seen way before they even got close to the castle.
The King and his army were on high alert, aware of their presence and mostly aware of their direction of travel. If the soldiers warned King Ahn that they were coming, there was no way they were going to get close to the city let alone the castle.
Over another week, Jaejoong pondered the problem, and the hills grew larger upon the horizon.
It was a cloudy day, with misty rain falling, when Jaejoong had an idea.
“We need fog,” he said.
“What?” Yunho asked.
“Fog. We need fog, to get into the city. They’ll see us probably days before we even get there. There are watch towers and outposts. If the king has the city closed down like Miyavi said, we will not stand a chance. Could you two make some?”
“Yes,” Yoochun said immediately, “but if we need it to cover the city for more than a day we will be useless afterwards. That is a lot of power.”
Junsu opened his mouth, probably to argue and then he frowned and nodded. “It is a lot of work, even with two of us, working together.”
“We work so well together,” Yoochun said with a smirk.
Junsu rolled his eyes, but could not stop his smile.
“I cannot think of any other way to get into the city,” Jaejoong said. “We can see the hills on the horizon. Soon we will be able to see the city itself. If we can see it, they can see us.”
Yoochun suddenly frowned and sat on the ground. “May the Gods forgive me,” he muttered. “Junsu, sit with me.”
Junsu furrowed his brow in confusion, but he sat down.
“Remember what I said about rearranging the way the wind blew over the land and how it would affect everything else?” Yoochun said and shut his eyes. “That does not mean that I cannot do it.” He crossed his legs, hands on his knees, palms up. Junsu put his arms around Yoochun’s shoulders, face at his neck. He whispered something.
Yoochun smiled and then tensed. The only indication that he did anything was the increase in speed of the wind around him.
“North,” Junsu said. “Go north. We always have fog in the mornings.”
“I have it. Balance it.”
Junsu’s eyes shut and he squeezed Yoochun tighter. Sweat beaded on Yoochun’s forehead and Junsu started shaking.
Yunho frowned in concern, but Jaejoong kept him and Junho from interrupting. They were quiet for a long time, but Jaejoong figured that rearranging wind patterns was difficult.
With a heavy groan, Yoochun fell back. Junsu leaned over him and wiped at his brow.
“You okay?”
Yoochun lifted his arm and pulled Junsu down for a kiss. “Wonderful.”
Junsu rolled his eyes, but stayed pressed against him, lips together for a moment.
“What did you do?” Yunho asked.
“Rearranged the wind patterns,” Junsu answered, “to create fog in the city.”
“I will check later and make sure it is working,” Yoochun added. “If I did it right, the fog will be natural and we do not have to keep it up.”
“I cannot believe you can do that,” Junho said.
Yoochun smiled, eyes on Junsu. “I did not. We did.”
Junsu smiled and leaned down to continue their kiss.
“He has a change of clothes, right?” Yunho asked, turning to Junho with a smirk.
“Yes,” Junho said carefully. “What are you--”
Yunho lifted a hand and seconds later, Junsu’s shirt sizzled with heat and then his pants were gone in a spark of fire. Junsu broke from the kiss with a yelp, but it was already too late, clothes flaking off his body in hot ashes.
“Oh, Fuck you! Yunho!”
“Now, we are even, remember?”
“I hate you!”
Yoochun laughed and rubbed his hands over Junsu’s skin, sliding down his back. “Be a dear, Jaejoong, and grab me a blanket,” he said, squeezing Junsu’s plump, perfect ass. Junsu squirmed to get away, but based on Yoochun’s moan, he only managed to press against Yoochun in a very nice way. He blushed brightly.
Jaejoong chuckled and threw a blanket over the two of them.
“Wait, Yoochun, I--”
Yoochun’s hands moved under the blanket.
Junsu’s eyes shut with a whimper. “Yoochun,” he said quietly.
“Just let me touch you.”
“And kiss me?”
“Of course.”
“Ugh,” Junho said and stomped away from them as their lips and tongues met.
Jaejoong watched them kiss for a little longer and then went to where Yunho and Yoohwan were building a small fire.
“That was evil.”
Yunho smiled. “I told him that when I got back at him for soaking me with water, it would be epic.”
Junsu moaned loudly.
“And it sounds pretty epic from here,” Yoohwan said.
Part 17: Fog
Part 15: Breeze
Part 14: Sizzle
Part 13: Storm
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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