The Arrow's Flight 9/?
Title: The Arrow's Flight 9/?
Pairing: Changmin/Junsu (Jaejoong/fc, Yunho/Heechul, Yoochun/Yoohwan [incest], Junho/fc)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Here is another world that I wish existed in a place other than my mind, but it doesn't and I don't own them and I can only place them into this delusion.
Summary: Greed and corruption rule two neighboring kingdoms: The Kingdom of Mountains and the Kingdom of Trees. Two princes are planning a coup. Their success or failure depends on the shadow in the woods, the rogue of the forests, the arrow in the sky.
A/N: Totally inspired by Robin Hood. Can you blame me?
All archery terms are taken from TradeBow.
Warning: het
Part 9:
The Fishtailing
The wobbling left and right of an arrow during its flight.
Jaejoong guessed it was good timing. Or bad, depending on the point of view.
As the Prince of the Trees Kingdom, Jaejoong spent the majority of his morning and afternoon sitting in court with his father. His father conducted, and Jaejoong kept silent. He fumed most of the time because he disagreed with his father’s decisions. The king punished even the most innocent of villager for something, charged them an exorbitant fine and threw them in the dungeon if they could not pay it. They were rich because of his father’s selfishness.
The morning dragged on without his father appearing. After an hour, a court aide garnered up the courage to go find the king. Within ten minutes, he was back with armored guards shouting that the king had collapsed in his bathing room. The doctor was sent for, and the guards went right to Jaejoong.
He had no problems showing surprise. His own plans could not take effect for at least two months!
“We suggest you return to your rooms, Prince Jaejoong,” one of the guards said.
Jaejoong nodded but found he could not stand. One guard moved to help him, and Jaejoong waved him away. Luckily, his own guards were there a moment later, and he gratefully accepted Seunghyun’s arm and Jiyong’s support.
He met Taeyang’s eyes and Taeyang nodded. “I will go ahead and make sure everything is prepared.” He ran off.
Jaejoong felt the eyes of the other guards. He was sure that he was going to be the main suspect.
Within only a few moments of being in his rooms, Taeyang returned, scowling.
Jaejoong settled into a chair, and Seungri brought him water.
“He is not dead,” Taeyang whispered.
“Thank the Trees,” Jaejoong murmured.
“The doctor is not sure why he collapsed, but he is breathing and his heart is beating, though a bit weakly.”
Jaejoong rubbed his face.
“If it was poison or if it was an attack, we will find out,” Jiyong said.
Jaejoong nodded. “Daesung, in the back of the middle drawer behind the secret compartment, is a necklace. Take that, run into the trees, alert them.”
Daesung bowed and disappeared.
Jaejoong sagged into the chair, head tilted back. At least Seohyun was safe. Or so he hoped.
<|---------<<<
Dressing as Mountain Farmers allowed Siwon and Kangin to take Junsu almost all the way to the castle gate. Junsu did not need to fake the pain from his wound, and Siwon was muttering under his breath about how he should not be on his feet right then. Kangin ran ahead to a group of soldiers, flailing wildly, telling them the story of him being found almost dead, surrounded by bodies.
The guards did not believe him at first, and then one saw him and shouted, “It is the prince. Bring a cart, quickly!”
Junsu felt himself pale. He staggered against Siwon’s side. Head swimming. It was difficult to breathe. He blinked. Long. Slow, and pain laced up his side again. Somewhere in the melee, Siwon and Kangin blended into the crowd and it was a different face looming over him.
“You’re safe, your highness.”
Junsu highly doubted that.
<|---------<<<
Jonghyun rushed into the room, out of breath and with wide eyes. “Junsu. He’s ... they’ve taken him to the infirmary.”
Junho dropped the quill he had been writing with, ignoring the spill of ink across his desk. He ran faster than his guards, ignoring Jinki’s amused huff behind him. Minho stood at the infirmary doors and he moved to the side and let Junho in.
Junsu lay on a bed, the doctor leaning over him, pursing his lips. His brother’s skin was clammy and pale, but his eyes were open, and that was a great sign.
“Junsu,” he said, voice cracking a little.
Junsu turned his head, the action taking a lot of effort, and then he sort of smiled. “Hyung. Hi.”
“What happened?” Junho whispered and took his hand.
Junsu shook his head.
“Two villagers brought him in,” the doctor said. “They said he was attacked by Maurdering Max’s bandits. They found him surrounded by his guard, all dead, most with arrows in their heads.”
Junho swallowed deeply and nodded. “I will talk to my father about increasing our guards near the borders. This is the fourth attack by Max in only a few months.”
“Prince Junsu will be okay,” the doctor said. “The villagers said they kept him at their home only until he woke up, but felt he’d be safer in the castle, even though they did not want to move him. He’s been stitched up and cared for. The trip to the castle did not reopen his wounds, just sapped all his energy. I do not want him to get out of bed unless he must for at least four days.”
“My guards will take him straight to my rooms. Without his guards, I do not want him unprotected.”
The doctor nodded. “A wise decision. He needs to sleep tonight. I will come check on him in the morning. If he has a fever in the night, have someone send for me.”
“I will,” Junho said.
A moment later, Jinki and Jonghyun were there with a cart the maids used to lug around linens. Turned the other way, it became a flat chair on wheels that Junsu was able to sit on and Junsu was able to push.
“I’m going to talk to the engineers and see if they can make a chair like this with wheels,” Junho said. “It seems like a worthy project.”
The guards were very careful as they lifted Junsu up into the makeshift chair.
“Should we go find the villagers that brought him in?” Jinki asked. “The guards said they disappeared with the crowd. Maybe they were responsible.”
Junho shook his head. “No. If they wanted him dead, they would have left him there. Junsu is safe, and I am not setting soldiers into the woods to face Max. We have a festival to plan and prepare for.”
He tried not to hurry to the privacy of his rooms. He was worried about his brother. He was worried about Max. He was worried about the festival. He was worried about his wife and children and his people, and Jaejoong’s wife, child and people.
As soon as they arrived, Taeyeon directed the guards to take Junho straight to the baby’s room next to Junho’s. She rarely ever used the bed in that room, only when Hyungjoon was fussing, and Junho was actually sleeping in his own bed. She knew Junho very well, and when Junsu lay in the bed, he opened his mouth to start asking questions, but his lovely wife gave him a look that shut his mouth right up, and she crooned to Junsu and told him to sleep. He was so pale, so weak from the trip.
Junsu smiled at her. Or tried to.
Junho wanted to protest, by the Mountains, he needed answers!
But then Junsu took a deep breath, relaxed and shut his eyes. His brother’s health was important. The questions could wait.
“I’m always right,” Taeyeon said and ushered them all out the door.
Junho loved that his wife was always right.
“I’ll stay here,” Minho said, sitting in a chair next to the bed. “This room isn’t nearly as secure as it should be.” He motioned to the windows and the balcony.
Junho stared at Minho for a few long moments.
Minho stared back.
Junho sighed. He trusted Minho with his life. He nodded. “Thank you. Come and get me as soon as he wakes up.”
“I will.”
Junho left the room and went to his desk and the forgotten parchment. He heaved another huge sigh and sank into his chair. A moment later, his wife was in his lap and her lips against his. He allowed the soft kiss, arms going around her waist to hold her steady. He heard the door shut.
“Let me distract you, just for a little while.”
Junho smirked and ran his hand over Taeyeon’s cheek. “You’ve proven again and again that you can distract me for more than just a little while.”
She giggled, actually giggled and went back to his mouth for another kiss.
<|---------<<<
In a sick sense of deja vu, Heechul heard someone moving quickly through the forests. He bit back a groan. He’d just gotten comfortable leaning against a tree. His entire body ached. Yunho had had his legs twisted and then tied with his hands in some weird series of knots that Heechul knew he would not get out of unless Yunho released him. He had rope burns all over his body. His ass fucking stung from the thin switch Yunho had used to smack against his skin.
And now, with his ass throbbing (Yunho was ruthless in fucking him) and his muscles sore, he pushed away from the tree and floated to where the person was moving.
“I do not have the patience for this,” he said loudly, “so either stop or I will make you stop with my arrow.”
The shadow slowed, but did not stop.
“You asked for it,” he said, pulling the arrow back.
“You wouldn’t shoot me, Chullie Whore.”
Heechul grumbled and let the arrow fly anyway. He heard it brush past the hood of the man’s cloak.
“Daesung, fuck you.”
He chuckled. “No kiss hello?”
“What do you want?”
“Talk to Max.”
“He’s out somewhere at the moment. You’ll have to tell me, and then turn around and get the fuck out of my trees.”
He was silent as he moved closer. Heechul did not back away. Soon, they were close enough to kiss.
“The king collapsed,” Daesung whispered. “The doctor does not know why. We are monitoring his health. He is ordered to stay in bed until he regains his strength.”
“Well, fuck. That’s going to fuck things up. Jaejoong cannot be king without an heir.”
“Really? We didn’t know that.”
Heechul twisted his arm and had a knife at Daesung’s throat a second later. “Anything else?”
Daesung took a step backwards. “Why the hate, Chullie Whore?”
“Fuck you. Get out of my trees.”
Daesung smiled, his teeth gleaming in the moonlight. “We’ll keep in touch.” He turned his back on Heechul and slithered away, disappearing into the trees.
Heechul stayed where he was, holding still, until he was alone again, and the arrogant little shit was gone. By the Trees, he hated that guy.
<|---------<<<
“I really don’t understand why you hate him so much,” Yunho said, breath short, body still shaking from his orgasm.
Heechul growled against his neck and flung himself off Yunho’s body and rolled up to his feet, pacing naked in their treehouse. “He’s a jerk.”
Yunho propped up on an elbow and watched him. His other hand ran through his lover’s come on his stomach and he licked his finger clean. The soft morning sun lightened their little paradise, and Heechul walked through the shadows of the leaves outside their windows.
“It’s okay that you hate him. Especially when you ride out your frustrations on my cock. What did he want, anyway?”
“The King of Trees collapsed and the doctor doesn’t know why.”
Yunho’s eyes widened. “Fuck, Heechul. Don’t you think that was more important than--”
Heechul spun around and glared at him. “Nothing is more important than riding your cock.”
Yunho shook his head with a long suffering sigh. “He’s not dead?”
“No, but in bed until he is stronger.”
“Well, fuck.”
“Yep.”
Yunho watched his lover pace for a little while longer before saying, “Love, come back to bed. You’re exhausted.”
“I think we need to send Seohyun home, with Siwon. It’s still too early for her to have the baby, but in another couple weeks, it should be safe. Siwon can--”
“Jaejoong won’t allow him to cut into her. We’ll have to wait.”
“I wasn’t going to say that,” Heechul snapped. “I’m sure Siwon knows how to help a woman go into labor early. There have to be herbs of some sort.” He tilted his head back. His arms went above his head, fingers snagging on his long hair. The perfect slim planes of his body tightened and then relaxed.
Yunho licked his lips, cock swelling again. “We’re not going to do anything until Changmin and the brothers get back from their trip.”
Heechul shook his head. “No, we can’t. This is a fucking mess.”
Yunho chuckled. Running his fingers through more of the come, he said, “So is this. Come clean it up with your mouth.”
Heechul turned to the bed and watch him, eyes narrowing. “Does that mean you’re finally ready for another round, old man?”
Yunho rolled his eyes. “A kiss or touch from you is enough to always have me ready.”
Heechul made a face. “Stupid fucking Daesung.”
Yunho laughed. “Okay, enough. Why do you hate him so much?”
Heechul moved to the bed and sat down, arms crossed. He was only there for a moment before leaning back and using Yunho’s thigh to pillow his head. “Asshole.”
Yunho waited, running his fingers through Heechul’s hair.
Heechul huffed. “Jerk said he didn’t want me. Before Max, you know? He actually said I wasn’t a pretty enough whore for him. I mean, he wasn’t a prince’s guard yet, but he was part of the city guard, and those men always had coin to pay. But he refused. The rest of his team had no problem at all taking turns with me, and I got paid well, but--” Heechul huffed and looked up at Yunho with a glare. “I’m pretty.”
“Gorgeous,” Yunho returned immediately. He pulled at his lover’s arm. “His loss for not seeing that. He’s fucking blind. You’re amazing. Let me use my mouth to show you how pretty every single bit of your skin is.”
Heechul shivered. “Sorry. It’s stupid. It was so many years ago. But every time I see him, he has this stupid fucking smile on his face and I just want to cut it out with my knife.”
Yunho chuckled. “I’ll hold him down for you.”
Heechul smiled and then laughed and followed the now insistent tugs on his arm. He crawled over Yunho. “How about we skip the mouth and you show me how gorgeous I am with me fucking onto your cock again?”
Yunho shivered and nodded. “Beauty and brains, my love.”
Part 10: The Target Panic
Part 8: The Sight Window
Part 7: The Aim
Part 6: The Bracer
Part 5: The Fletching
Part 4: The Limbs
Part 3: The Anchor
Part 2: The Grip
Part 1: The Shaft
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Pairing: Changmin/Junsu (Jaejoong/fc, Yunho/Heechul, Yoochun/Yoohwan [incest], Junho/fc)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Here is another world that I wish existed in a place other than my mind, but it doesn't and I don't own them and I can only place them into this delusion.
Summary: Greed and corruption rule two neighboring kingdoms: The Kingdom of Mountains and the Kingdom of Trees. Two princes are planning a coup. Their success or failure depends on the shadow in the woods, the rogue of the forests, the arrow in the sky.
A/N: Totally inspired by Robin Hood. Can you blame me?
All archery terms are taken from TradeBow.
Warning: het
Part 9:
The Fishtailing
The wobbling left and right of an arrow during its flight.
Jaejoong guessed it was good timing. Or bad, depending on the point of view.
As the Prince of the Trees Kingdom, Jaejoong spent the majority of his morning and afternoon sitting in court with his father. His father conducted, and Jaejoong kept silent. He fumed most of the time because he disagreed with his father’s decisions. The king punished even the most innocent of villager for something, charged them an exorbitant fine and threw them in the dungeon if they could not pay it. They were rich because of his father’s selfishness.
The morning dragged on without his father appearing. After an hour, a court aide garnered up the courage to go find the king. Within ten minutes, he was back with armored guards shouting that the king had collapsed in his bathing room. The doctor was sent for, and the guards went right to Jaejoong.
He had no problems showing surprise. His own plans could not take effect for at least two months!
“We suggest you return to your rooms, Prince Jaejoong,” one of the guards said.
Jaejoong nodded but found he could not stand. One guard moved to help him, and Jaejoong waved him away. Luckily, his own guards were there a moment later, and he gratefully accepted Seunghyun’s arm and Jiyong’s support.
He met Taeyang’s eyes and Taeyang nodded. “I will go ahead and make sure everything is prepared.” He ran off.
Jaejoong felt the eyes of the other guards. He was sure that he was going to be the main suspect.
Within only a few moments of being in his rooms, Taeyang returned, scowling.
Jaejoong settled into a chair, and Seungri brought him water.
“He is not dead,” Taeyang whispered.
“Thank the Trees,” Jaejoong murmured.
“The doctor is not sure why he collapsed, but he is breathing and his heart is beating, though a bit weakly.”
Jaejoong rubbed his face.
“If it was poison or if it was an attack, we will find out,” Jiyong said.
Jaejoong nodded. “Daesung, in the back of the middle drawer behind the secret compartment, is a necklace. Take that, run into the trees, alert them.”
Daesung bowed and disappeared.
Jaejoong sagged into the chair, head tilted back. At least Seohyun was safe. Or so he hoped.
<|---------<<<
Dressing as Mountain Farmers allowed Siwon and Kangin to take Junsu almost all the way to the castle gate. Junsu did not need to fake the pain from his wound, and Siwon was muttering under his breath about how he should not be on his feet right then. Kangin ran ahead to a group of soldiers, flailing wildly, telling them the story of him being found almost dead, surrounded by bodies.
The guards did not believe him at first, and then one saw him and shouted, “It is the prince. Bring a cart, quickly!”
Junsu felt himself pale. He staggered against Siwon’s side. Head swimming. It was difficult to breathe. He blinked. Long. Slow, and pain laced up his side again. Somewhere in the melee, Siwon and Kangin blended into the crowd and it was a different face looming over him.
“You’re safe, your highness.”
Junsu highly doubted that.
<|---------<<<
Jonghyun rushed into the room, out of breath and with wide eyes. “Junsu. He’s ... they’ve taken him to the infirmary.”
Junho dropped the quill he had been writing with, ignoring the spill of ink across his desk. He ran faster than his guards, ignoring Jinki’s amused huff behind him. Minho stood at the infirmary doors and he moved to the side and let Junho in.
Junsu lay on a bed, the doctor leaning over him, pursing his lips. His brother’s skin was clammy and pale, but his eyes were open, and that was a great sign.
“Junsu,” he said, voice cracking a little.
Junsu turned his head, the action taking a lot of effort, and then he sort of smiled. “Hyung. Hi.”
“What happened?” Junho whispered and took his hand.
Junsu shook his head.
“Two villagers brought him in,” the doctor said. “They said he was attacked by Maurdering Max’s bandits. They found him surrounded by his guard, all dead, most with arrows in their heads.”
Junho swallowed deeply and nodded. “I will talk to my father about increasing our guards near the borders. This is the fourth attack by Max in only a few months.”
“Prince Junsu will be okay,” the doctor said. “The villagers said they kept him at their home only until he woke up, but felt he’d be safer in the castle, even though they did not want to move him. He’s been stitched up and cared for. The trip to the castle did not reopen his wounds, just sapped all his energy. I do not want him to get out of bed unless he must for at least four days.”
“My guards will take him straight to my rooms. Without his guards, I do not want him unprotected.”
The doctor nodded. “A wise decision. He needs to sleep tonight. I will come check on him in the morning. If he has a fever in the night, have someone send for me.”
“I will,” Junho said.
A moment later, Jinki and Jonghyun were there with a cart the maids used to lug around linens. Turned the other way, it became a flat chair on wheels that Junsu was able to sit on and Junsu was able to push.
“I’m going to talk to the engineers and see if they can make a chair like this with wheels,” Junho said. “It seems like a worthy project.”
The guards were very careful as they lifted Junsu up into the makeshift chair.
“Should we go find the villagers that brought him in?” Jinki asked. “The guards said they disappeared with the crowd. Maybe they were responsible.”
Junho shook his head. “No. If they wanted him dead, they would have left him there. Junsu is safe, and I am not setting soldiers into the woods to face Max. We have a festival to plan and prepare for.”
He tried not to hurry to the privacy of his rooms. He was worried about his brother. He was worried about Max. He was worried about the festival. He was worried about his wife and children and his people, and Jaejoong’s wife, child and people.
As soon as they arrived, Taeyeon directed the guards to take Junho straight to the baby’s room next to Junho’s. She rarely ever used the bed in that room, only when Hyungjoon was fussing, and Junho was actually sleeping in his own bed. She knew Junho very well, and when Junsu lay in the bed, he opened his mouth to start asking questions, but his lovely wife gave him a look that shut his mouth right up, and she crooned to Junsu and told him to sleep. He was so pale, so weak from the trip.
Junsu smiled at her. Or tried to.
Junho wanted to protest, by the Mountains, he needed answers!
But then Junsu took a deep breath, relaxed and shut his eyes. His brother’s health was important. The questions could wait.
“I’m always right,” Taeyeon said and ushered them all out the door.
Junho loved that his wife was always right.
“I’ll stay here,” Minho said, sitting in a chair next to the bed. “This room isn’t nearly as secure as it should be.” He motioned to the windows and the balcony.
Junho stared at Minho for a few long moments.
Minho stared back.
Junho sighed. He trusted Minho with his life. He nodded. “Thank you. Come and get me as soon as he wakes up.”
“I will.”
Junho left the room and went to his desk and the forgotten parchment. He heaved another huge sigh and sank into his chair. A moment later, his wife was in his lap and her lips against his. He allowed the soft kiss, arms going around her waist to hold her steady. He heard the door shut.
“Let me distract you, just for a little while.”
Junho smirked and ran his hand over Taeyeon’s cheek. “You’ve proven again and again that you can distract me for more than just a little while.”
She giggled, actually giggled and went back to his mouth for another kiss.
<|---------<<<
In a sick sense of deja vu, Heechul heard someone moving quickly through the forests. He bit back a groan. He’d just gotten comfortable leaning against a tree. His entire body ached. Yunho had had his legs twisted and then tied with his hands in some weird series of knots that Heechul knew he would not get out of unless Yunho released him. He had rope burns all over his body. His ass fucking stung from the thin switch Yunho had used to smack against his skin.
And now, with his ass throbbing (Yunho was ruthless in fucking him) and his muscles sore, he pushed away from the tree and floated to where the person was moving.
“I do not have the patience for this,” he said loudly, “so either stop or I will make you stop with my arrow.”
The shadow slowed, but did not stop.
“You asked for it,” he said, pulling the arrow back.
“You wouldn’t shoot me, Chullie Whore.”
Heechul grumbled and let the arrow fly anyway. He heard it brush past the hood of the man’s cloak.
“Daesung, fuck you.”
He chuckled. “No kiss hello?”
“What do you want?”
“Talk to Max.”
“He’s out somewhere at the moment. You’ll have to tell me, and then turn around and get the fuck out of my trees.”
He was silent as he moved closer. Heechul did not back away. Soon, they were close enough to kiss.
“The king collapsed,” Daesung whispered. “The doctor does not know why. We are monitoring his health. He is ordered to stay in bed until he regains his strength.”
“Well, fuck. That’s going to fuck things up. Jaejoong cannot be king without an heir.”
“Really? We didn’t know that.”
Heechul twisted his arm and had a knife at Daesung’s throat a second later. “Anything else?”
Daesung took a step backwards. “Why the hate, Chullie Whore?”
“Fuck you. Get out of my trees.”
Daesung smiled, his teeth gleaming in the moonlight. “We’ll keep in touch.” He turned his back on Heechul and slithered away, disappearing into the trees.
Heechul stayed where he was, holding still, until he was alone again, and the arrogant little shit was gone. By the Trees, he hated that guy.
<|---------<<<
“I really don’t understand why you hate him so much,” Yunho said, breath short, body still shaking from his orgasm.
Heechul growled against his neck and flung himself off Yunho’s body and rolled up to his feet, pacing naked in their treehouse. “He’s a jerk.”
Yunho propped up on an elbow and watched him. His other hand ran through his lover’s come on his stomach and he licked his finger clean. The soft morning sun lightened their little paradise, and Heechul walked through the shadows of the leaves outside their windows.
“It’s okay that you hate him. Especially when you ride out your frustrations on my cock. What did he want, anyway?”
“The King of Trees collapsed and the doctor doesn’t know why.”
Yunho’s eyes widened. “Fuck, Heechul. Don’t you think that was more important than--”
Heechul spun around and glared at him. “Nothing is more important than riding your cock.”
Yunho shook his head with a long suffering sigh. “He’s not dead?”
“No, but in bed until he is stronger.”
“Well, fuck.”
“Yep.”
Yunho watched his lover pace for a little while longer before saying, “Love, come back to bed. You’re exhausted.”
“I think we need to send Seohyun home, with Siwon. It’s still too early for her to have the baby, but in another couple weeks, it should be safe. Siwon can--”
“Jaejoong won’t allow him to cut into her. We’ll have to wait.”
“I wasn’t going to say that,” Heechul snapped. “I’m sure Siwon knows how to help a woman go into labor early. There have to be herbs of some sort.” He tilted his head back. His arms went above his head, fingers snagging on his long hair. The perfect slim planes of his body tightened and then relaxed.
Yunho licked his lips, cock swelling again. “We’re not going to do anything until Changmin and the brothers get back from their trip.”
Heechul shook his head. “No, we can’t. This is a fucking mess.”
Yunho chuckled. Running his fingers through more of the come, he said, “So is this. Come clean it up with your mouth.”
Heechul turned to the bed and watch him, eyes narrowing. “Does that mean you’re finally ready for another round, old man?”
Yunho rolled his eyes. “A kiss or touch from you is enough to always have me ready.”
Heechul made a face. “Stupid fucking Daesung.”
Yunho laughed. “Okay, enough. Why do you hate him so much?”
Heechul moved to the bed and sat down, arms crossed. He was only there for a moment before leaning back and using Yunho’s thigh to pillow his head. “Asshole.”
Yunho waited, running his fingers through Heechul’s hair.
Heechul huffed. “Jerk said he didn’t want me. Before Max, you know? He actually said I wasn’t a pretty enough whore for him. I mean, he wasn’t a prince’s guard yet, but he was part of the city guard, and those men always had coin to pay. But he refused. The rest of his team had no problem at all taking turns with me, and I got paid well, but--” Heechul huffed and looked up at Yunho with a glare. “I’m pretty.”
“Gorgeous,” Yunho returned immediately. He pulled at his lover’s arm. “His loss for not seeing that. He’s fucking blind. You’re amazing. Let me use my mouth to show you how pretty every single bit of your skin is.”
Heechul shivered. “Sorry. It’s stupid. It was so many years ago. But every time I see him, he has this stupid fucking smile on his face and I just want to cut it out with my knife.”
Yunho chuckled. “I’ll hold him down for you.”
Heechul smiled and then laughed and followed the now insistent tugs on his arm. He crawled over Yunho. “How about we skip the mouth and you show me how gorgeous I am with me fucking onto your cock again?”
Yunho shivered and nodded. “Beauty and brains, my love.”
Part 10: The Target Panic
Part 8: The Sight Window
Part 7: The Aim
Part 6: The Bracer
Part 5: The Fletching
Part 4: The Limbs
Part 3: The Anchor
Part 2: The Grip
Part 1: The Shaft
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