A Knight of Fire 18/?
Title: A Knight of Fire 18/?
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 18:
Fanfic poster by back_to_five!!! Perfection! <3 <3
A/N: Slow going on this fic, but I'm sure I have it right where I want it. Updates again soon!
The thunderstorm lasted three days, and Yoochun blamed Junsu. He only meant for it to last a day, but Junsu gave him more power than he knew what to do with.
No one minded at all. Least of which Jaejoong who spent three days in a whorehouse doing exactly what the house advertised. But only with Yunho. Yunho who kept them warm even as wind blew the smell and chill of rain through an open window.
Jaejoong thought that he would never tire of Yunho’s touch, of Yunho’s smiles, of Yunho’s body. And he was not the only one.
“I will never tire of your skin,” Yunho whispered. He tugged at the soft silk of Jaejoong’s borrowed red robe. He had only put it on to run to the bathing room after their last round. He should have known that it would not cover his skin for long. Yunho pressed his lips against Jaejoong’s stomach, fingertips dancing a warm path along his thighs, barely brushing his twitching cock.
Jaejoong smiled and ran his hands through Yunho’s hair, tugging him up for a kiss.
“Or your lips. I will never tire of your lips.”
Jaejoong nodded. “I love your lips.”
Yunho settled against him, touching with one hand, up and down his side, fingers curling to around his back to grip the spot of ink that depicted flames. It warmed, not too hot, but enough to have Jaejoong shivering and ready for another round. Their tongues met and parted, their lips smiling between kisses.
“It is very easy to forget everything when I am with you,” Yunho said. “Nothing else matters, nothing else. I wish I could spend the rest of my life doing nothing but laying naked with you.”
Jaejoong smiled, chest tightening. He nodded. “I love you.”
“By the gods, I love you. With all my heart, all my fire, all my soul. I absolutely adore you, Kim Jaejoong.”
If Jaejoong had the ability to breathe after a declaration like that, he would have made one back. Instead, he pulled Yunho’s mouth back to his own, shifted and spread his legs, and let Yunho prove to him again and again just how much he was adored.
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Jaejoong stood in the middle of the courtyard, staring up at the sky with his mouth open.
“We were going to ask you what you wanted us to write,” Junsu said with his arms around Yoochun’s waist, “but you have been busy with Yunho, so this is what we decided.”
Jaejoong did not know how to reply. He was not even sure that he could.
In white fluffy clouds, written for the entire city to see, was Changmin, you were right. Jaejoong is an idiot.
“Kim Junsu!” Jaejoong finally exploded.
YooSu burst out laughing and tumbled over each other to get away from him.
Yunho frowned at the two of them and put his arm around Jaejoong’s shoulder to keep him from giving chase. “Between planning the message and staying in bed with me, I say you picked the right choice.”
Jaejoong grumbled and leaned against his warmth.
“Do not worry. It will work. If we have not heard from Changmin, or seen a sign from him tomorrow, we will know that he is captured and we will try to get to him at the castle.”
Jaejoong nodded.
“Until then,” Yunho said, pulling Jaejoong back toward the house with a smile.
“Jung Yunho, you want more?”
“I told you that I would never tire of you, and I will have you whenever there is time.”
“No time,” Junho said before they could get up the stairs. “Dinner time. Cook.”
Yunho growled and said, “Make your own dinner.”
Junho’s laugh cut off with a deep moan when Onew tangled a hand in his hair and yanked his head back. Hickys covered his neck and there were marks at his wrists from being restrained.
“Do you not want more right now?”
Junho shivered. “In the kitchen?”
“No. Upstairs.” Onew tapped his cheek lightly. “Go. Positioned as we demanded. I will find someone to send up to you.”
“Gods, you are going to leave me aching for a while aren’t you?”
Onew smirked. “Maybe. But that does not matter to you, does it?”
“No, sir,” Junho said with a smile and headed up the stairs.
“You are also going to leave him broke,” Yunho said.
Onew laughed.
Jaejoong ducked out of Yunho’s arms and went into the kitchen. “I do not mind cooking. It may be the last real meal we have before things start to happen.”
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Things started to happen right after dinner, right after a muffled shout of pleasure came from upstairs, right after Junsu rolled his eyes but let Yoochun pull him into his lap and whisper not-so-quiet, “I can make you scream louder than that.”
A heavy knock landed on the door. The front door. Not the back door that customers used.
Onew glanced around and rose from the table. The front door was not in sight of the kitchen, so they listened in. As soon as the door opened, a loud voice said, “The Traitor to the Crown will be executed at sunset. All of the citizens are to be present to see what happens to treasonous ideas and activities.”
Boots clomped away. Onew shut the door. He returned to the kitchen and threw a large piece of parchment onto the table. The drawing was crude, obviously done in a rush and had to have been if they were giving one to every household. But it depicted Changmin, in a jail cell, arms above his head, chained to a wall.
“They have been waiting for us,” Jaejoong said.
“Does he think that he can kill Changmin without us stopping him?” Yoochun asked.
Jaejoong shook his head. “He wants us to stop him, but I do not know why.”
“We need to get Changmin out of there now,” Yoohwan said.
Jaejoong shook his head again. “Too difficult to plan an escape in that short time. If he is to be executed in front of everyone, then he is going to be brought out to us. We just need to be in that courtyard. Do you think you can get us into the castle, Hwannie?”
Yoohwan nodded. “I know of ways, but I need to go check and make sure they are not being guarded by soldiers.”
Jaejoong nodded. “If that does not work, we will think of something else.”
“Yoochun can always just blow us over the wall,” Yunho said.
“Not allowed to blow anyone but Junsu,” Yoochun replied.
Yoohwan chuckled and stood up. “I will be back in less than an hour.”
“Be safe,” Yoochun said.
Yoohwan nodded and kissed his brother’s head.
“Onew, do you have some ink and a quill?” Jaejoong asked and took the parchment and flipped it over.
“It may cost you,” Onew said with a smile.
Jaejoong laughed.
Onew retrieved the things he needed and everything was quiet as Jaejoong sketched out the basic layout of the courtyard where King Ahn held his executions. “I wish I could say how Changmin is going to be killed, but the king changes it all the time. He could be hanged, he could be cut open, beheaded, shot with arrows. It depends on his mood.”
“What a just and noble king,” Yoochun muttered.
Jaejoong looked over at him and kept his mouth shut. Before, he would have defended his king, that those executed had been traitors. But he had been doubting King Ahn’s methods for more than a year now.
“I doubt we will be able to get up on the walls, which would be ideal,” Yunho said, tapping part of Jaejoong’s hastily scribbled map, “but even just here, above the others.” He pointed to an inner set of stairs. “I do not want to hit someone by accident.”
Jaejoong nodded and then sat back, thinking of Changmin and his powers.
“Think out loud, hyung,” Junsu said.
Jaejoong smiled. “Sorry. If Changmin has allowed himself to be kept prisoner, just waiting for us, does that mean he could use his powers at any time?” He flipped the parchment over again. “His arms are restrained, his hands above him. I have noticed that you used your hands as a focus for your power. Has this inhibited him in anyway?”
“From someone who is tied up frequently,” Yoochun said, “no, it has not. I do not need my hands in front of me or above me or behind me in order to use my power. As long as there is air, I can do whatever I want. Changmin could, at any time, topple the castle walls upon his captors, cause earthquakes, grow vines and crack rock.”
“As you said, it is a focus,” Yunho added, “but fire always feels like it is just beyond my skin and fingertips. It is always there, inside me. Even restrained, I could use it.”
“That is good to know, just in case,” Jaejoong said. He leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head, fingers laced together. “I do not understand the king’s motives and that is what is bothering me the most.”
“World domination,” Junsu said. “There is more to our world than just our country. Beyond the mountains, beyond the sea. What else is out there? Changmin warned us of that.”
“But why? He is the king of a prosperous land, why does he need more?”
Junsu shrugged. “Why does anyone want more than they have? Why does anyone expect to have more than their abilities can earn them? In our Knights Village, we helped those less fortunate. We fed those that were unable to feed themselves until they were able. We helped those who were unable to work, knowing that the same help would be given to us if we were in need. Anyone trying to take advantage of someone else was immediately dealt with.”
“It is impossible to explain selfishness,” Onew added. “Men think they are better than those who live here because we sell ourselves. They have control over us. It is a major failing of the world, of the mind. Those with more than others think they are better, and those that think they are better, need more to feel better.”
They sat in silence for a little while.
“Well,” Yunho said, “someone better go get Junho. He is a great swordsman if it comes down to a fight.”
Onew laughed. “I will. Considering how much fun my boys are having with him, I’m sure he’s naked and they are doing things to him. And if you go up and see that, it will cost you.”
They chuckled.
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Yoohwan returned almost an hour later. “We can get in, but we have to hurry. Like now. Soldiers are lining up all around the walls and all around the courtyard. I’m afraid the way through the stables will be cut off if we do not leave right now.”
“Then I guess we better leave right now,” Yunho said.
Jaejoong turned to Onew. “Thank you so much for allowing us to stay. If we live through this, we will be back for our things.”
Onew laughed. “If you do not, we will keep them and I will not charge you a storage fee.”
“That is so kind of you.”
Halfway there, pairs of two and small groups of people turned into throngs headed to the castle. With a demand to be there by sunset, many people hurried, pushing and shoving their way to the castle. The sun was heavy on the horizon, casting shadows everywhere. Jaejoong hoped they were not in a hurry to get a good view of the execution. Bodies surged around them, and Jaejoong lost sight of Yoohwan for a moment ahead of them. He turned and could not see Yunho. He had to twist to catch up to Yoohwan, but another body pushed him in the other direction. He felt fingers on his wrist, cool and damp, and glanced at Junsu with a smile.
When he turned back, he saw a face that he recognized, but not the one he was looking for. He paused in his surprise, and then tried to hurry along, but it was long enough for the other to recognize him. He cursed (a bad habit he was learning from these country folk) and tried to make his way through the people, Junsu still behind him. But a strong hand closed around his upper arm and he found himself pressed against the metal of Jihoon’s armor.
Jihoon was not Jaejoong’s smartest moment, to join this man in his bed, but Jihoon had been more than willing to give Jaejoong the pain and domination he craved. Before Yunho.
And once again, Changmin was proving to be right. Keep the affairs out of the castle.
“Well, hello, Master Jaejoong,” Jihoon said, breath hot and rank against his cheek.
Jaejoong winced. “Hi, Jihoon. How are you today?”
“Just wonderful. You have no idea how much your pretty head is worth right now.”
“Let him go!” Junsu demanded and pulled Jaejoong back.
Jihoon glared at him and jerked his head to the side, and two more soldiers pulled at Junsu. Jaejoong saw his hands go up and he said, “Junsu, don’t! Do not do anything. Don’t!”
Junsu let his hands fall with his eyes narrowed.
“Don’t,” Jaejoong said again and quickly scanned the crowds, but he did not see Yunho or the other three anywhere.
Jihoon yanked Jaejoong’s arms behind his back, and Jaejoong yelped.
With a laugh, Jihoon dragged him toward a door. Another soldier dragged Junsu along behind. “I do believe the King will be happy with more than one execution today.”
Part 19: Inferno
Part 17: Fog
Part 16: Flurry
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 18:
Fanfic poster by back_to_five!!! Perfection! <3 <3
A/N: Slow going on this fic, but I'm sure I have it right where I want it. Updates again soon!
The thunderstorm lasted three days, and Yoochun blamed Junsu. He only meant for it to last a day, but Junsu gave him more power than he knew what to do with.
No one minded at all. Least of which Jaejoong who spent three days in a whorehouse doing exactly what the house advertised. But only with Yunho. Yunho who kept them warm even as wind blew the smell and chill of rain through an open window.
Jaejoong thought that he would never tire of Yunho’s touch, of Yunho’s smiles, of Yunho’s body. And he was not the only one.
“I will never tire of your skin,” Yunho whispered. He tugged at the soft silk of Jaejoong’s borrowed red robe. He had only put it on to run to the bathing room after their last round. He should have known that it would not cover his skin for long. Yunho pressed his lips against Jaejoong’s stomach, fingertips dancing a warm path along his thighs, barely brushing his twitching cock.
Jaejoong smiled and ran his hands through Yunho’s hair, tugging him up for a kiss.
“Or your lips. I will never tire of your lips.”
Jaejoong nodded. “I love your lips.”
Yunho settled against him, touching with one hand, up and down his side, fingers curling to around his back to grip the spot of ink that depicted flames. It warmed, not too hot, but enough to have Jaejoong shivering and ready for another round. Their tongues met and parted, their lips smiling between kisses.
“It is very easy to forget everything when I am with you,” Yunho said. “Nothing else matters, nothing else. I wish I could spend the rest of my life doing nothing but laying naked with you.”
Jaejoong smiled, chest tightening. He nodded. “I love you.”
“By the gods, I love you. With all my heart, all my fire, all my soul. I absolutely adore you, Kim Jaejoong.”
If Jaejoong had the ability to breathe after a declaration like that, he would have made one back. Instead, he pulled Yunho’s mouth back to his own, shifted and spread his legs, and let Yunho prove to him again and again just how much he was adored.
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Jaejoong stood in the middle of the courtyard, staring up at the sky with his mouth open.
“We were going to ask you what you wanted us to write,” Junsu said with his arms around Yoochun’s waist, “but you have been busy with Yunho, so this is what we decided.”
Jaejoong did not know how to reply. He was not even sure that he could.
In white fluffy clouds, written for the entire city to see, was Changmin, you were right. Jaejoong is an idiot.
“Kim Junsu!” Jaejoong finally exploded.
YooSu burst out laughing and tumbled over each other to get away from him.
Yunho frowned at the two of them and put his arm around Jaejoong’s shoulder to keep him from giving chase. “Between planning the message and staying in bed with me, I say you picked the right choice.”
Jaejoong grumbled and leaned against his warmth.
“Do not worry. It will work. If we have not heard from Changmin, or seen a sign from him tomorrow, we will know that he is captured and we will try to get to him at the castle.”
Jaejoong nodded.
“Until then,” Yunho said, pulling Jaejoong back toward the house with a smile.
“Jung Yunho, you want more?”
“I told you that I would never tire of you, and I will have you whenever there is time.”
“No time,” Junho said before they could get up the stairs. “Dinner time. Cook.”
Yunho growled and said, “Make your own dinner.”
Junho’s laugh cut off with a deep moan when Onew tangled a hand in his hair and yanked his head back. Hickys covered his neck and there were marks at his wrists from being restrained.
“Do you not want more right now?”
Junho shivered. “In the kitchen?”
“No. Upstairs.” Onew tapped his cheek lightly. “Go. Positioned as we demanded. I will find someone to send up to you.”
“Gods, you are going to leave me aching for a while aren’t you?”
Onew smirked. “Maybe. But that does not matter to you, does it?”
“No, sir,” Junho said with a smile and headed up the stairs.
“You are also going to leave him broke,” Yunho said.
Onew laughed.
Jaejoong ducked out of Yunho’s arms and went into the kitchen. “I do not mind cooking. It may be the last real meal we have before things start to happen.”
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Things started to happen right after dinner, right after a muffled shout of pleasure came from upstairs, right after Junsu rolled his eyes but let Yoochun pull him into his lap and whisper not-so-quiet, “I can make you scream louder than that.”
A heavy knock landed on the door. The front door. Not the back door that customers used.
Onew glanced around and rose from the table. The front door was not in sight of the kitchen, so they listened in. As soon as the door opened, a loud voice said, “The Traitor to the Crown will be executed at sunset. All of the citizens are to be present to see what happens to treasonous ideas and activities.”
Boots clomped away. Onew shut the door. He returned to the kitchen and threw a large piece of parchment onto the table. The drawing was crude, obviously done in a rush and had to have been if they were giving one to every household. But it depicted Changmin, in a jail cell, arms above his head, chained to a wall.
“They have been waiting for us,” Jaejoong said.
“Does he think that he can kill Changmin without us stopping him?” Yoochun asked.
Jaejoong shook his head. “He wants us to stop him, but I do not know why.”
“We need to get Changmin out of there now,” Yoohwan said.
Jaejoong shook his head again. “Too difficult to plan an escape in that short time. If he is to be executed in front of everyone, then he is going to be brought out to us. We just need to be in that courtyard. Do you think you can get us into the castle, Hwannie?”
Yoohwan nodded. “I know of ways, but I need to go check and make sure they are not being guarded by soldiers.”
Jaejoong nodded. “If that does not work, we will think of something else.”
“Yoochun can always just blow us over the wall,” Yunho said.
“Not allowed to blow anyone but Junsu,” Yoochun replied.
Yoohwan chuckled and stood up. “I will be back in less than an hour.”
“Be safe,” Yoochun said.
Yoohwan nodded and kissed his brother’s head.
“Onew, do you have some ink and a quill?” Jaejoong asked and took the parchment and flipped it over.
“It may cost you,” Onew said with a smile.
Jaejoong laughed.
Onew retrieved the things he needed and everything was quiet as Jaejoong sketched out the basic layout of the courtyard where King Ahn held his executions. “I wish I could say how Changmin is going to be killed, but the king changes it all the time. He could be hanged, he could be cut open, beheaded, shot with arrows. It depends on his mood.”
“What a just and noble king,” Yoochun muttered.
Jaejoong looked over at him and kept his mouth shut. Before, he would have defended his king, that those executed had been traitors. But he had been doubting King Ahn’s methods for more than a year now.
“I doubt we will be able to get up on the walls, which would be ideal,” Yunho said, tapping part of Jaejoong’s hastily scribbled map, “but even just here, above the others.” He pointed to an inner set of stairs. “I do not want to hit someone by accident.”
Jaejoong nodded and then sat back, thinking of Changmin and his powers.
“Think out loud, hyung,” Junsu said.
Jaejoong smiled. “Sorry. If Changmin has allowed himself to be kept prisoner, just waiting for us, does that mean he could use his powers at any time?” He flipped the parchment over again. “His arms are restrained, his hands above him. I have noticed that you used your hands as a focus for your power. Has this inhibited him in anyway?”
“From someone who is tied up frequently,” Yoochun said, “no, it has not. I do not need my hands in front of me or above me or behind me in order to use my power. As long as there is air, I can do whatever I want. Changmin could, at any time, topple the castle walls upon his captors, cause earthquakes, grow vines and crack rock.”
“As you said, it is a focus,” Yunho added, “but fire always feels like it is just beyond my skin and fingertips. It is always there, inside me. Even restrained, I could use it.”
“That is good to know, just in case,” Jaejoong said. He leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head, fingers laced together. “I do not understand the king’s motives and that is what is bothering me the most.”
“World domination,” Junsu said. “There is more to our world than just our country. Beyond the mountains, beyond the sea. What else is out there? Changmin warned us of that.”
“But why? He is the king of a prosperous land, why does he need more?”
Junsu shrugged. “Why does anyone want more than they have? Why does anyone expect to have more than their abilities can earn them? In our Knights Village, we helped those less fortunate. We fed those that were unable to feed themselves until they were able. We helped those who were unable to work, knowing that the same help would be given to us if we were in need. Anyone trying to take advantage of someone else was immediately dealt with.”
“It is impossible to explain selfishness,” Onew added. “Men think they are better than those who live here because we sell ourselves. They have control over us. It is a major failing of the world, of the mind. Those with more than others think they are better, and those that think they are better, need more to feel better.”
They sat in silence for a little while.
“Well,” Yunho said, “someone better go get Junho. He is a great swordsman if it comes down to a fight.”
Onew laughed. “I will. Considering how much fun my boys are having with him, I’m sure he’s naked and they are doing things to him. And if you go up and see that, it will cost you.”
They chuckled.
_-/^/^¯^\^\-_
Yoohwan returned almost an hour later. “We can get in, but we have to hurry. Like now. Soldiers are lining up all around the walls and all around the courtyard. I’m afraid the way through the stables will be cut off if we do not leave right now.”
“Then I guess we better leave right now,” Yunho said.
Jaejoong turned to Onew. “Thank you so much for allowing us to stay. If we live through this, we will be back for our things.”
Onew laughed. “If you do not, we will keep them and I will not charge you a storage fee.”
“That is so kind of you.”
Halfway there, pairs of two and small groups of people turned into throngs headed to the castle. With a demand to be there by sunset, many people hurried, pushing and shoving their way to the castle. The sun was heavy on the horizon, casting shadows everywhere. Jaejoong hoped they were not in a hurry to get a good view of the execution. Bodies surged around them, and Jaejoong lost sight of Yoohwan for a moment ahead of them. He turned and could not see Yunho. He had to twist to catch up to Yoohwan, but another body pushed him in the other direction. He felt fingers on his wrist, cool and damp, and glanced at Junsu with a smile.
When he turned back, he saw a face that he recognized, but not the one he was looking for. He paused in his surprise, and then tried to hurry along, but it was long enough for the other to recognize him. He cursed (a bad habit he was learning from these country folk) and tried to make his way through the people, Junsu still behind him. But a strong hand closed around his upper arm and he found himself pressed against the metal of Jihoon’s armor.
Jihoon was not Jaejoong’s smartest moment, to join this man in his bed, but Jihoon had been more than willing to give Jaejoong the pain and domination he craved. Before Yunho.
And once again, Changmin was proving to be right. Keep the affairs out of the castle.
“Well, hello, Master Jaejoong,” Jihoon said, breath hot and rank against his cheek.
Jaejoong winced. “Hi, Jihoon. How are you today?”
“Just wonderful. You have no idea how much your pretty head is worth right now.”
“Let him go!” Junsu demanded and pulled Jaejoong back.
Jihoon glared at him and jerked his head to the side, and two more soldiers pulled at Junsu. Jaejoong saw his hands go up and he said, “Junsu, don’t! Do not do anything. Don’t!”
Junsu let his hands fall with his eyes narrowed.
“Don’t,” Jaejoong said again and quickly scanned the crowds, but he did not see Yunho or the other three anywhere.
Jihoon yanked Jaejoong’s arms behind his back, and Jaejoong yelped.
With a laugh, Jihoon dragged him toward a door. Another soldier dragged Junsu along behind. “I do believe the King will be happy with more than one execution today.”
Part 19: Inferno
Part 17: Fog
Part 16: Flurry
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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