baseCODE 22/?
Title: baseCODE 22/?
Pairing: Jaejoong/Junsu, Changmin/Yunho, Donghae/Eunhyuk, Heechul/Yoochun, Leeteuk/Kyuhyun, Siwon/Ryeowook
Rating: NC-17 for this chapter
Disclaimer: Not mine to rate track or own. I really wish I could order them to have sex with each other and let me tape it, but ... yeah, can't do that.
Summary: Junsu is a normal twenty-three year old. He has retired from Duty to the People and he's content to spend the next two years relaxing before his Date of Expiration. His biggest fear is that the love he carries for his roommate will be discovered. But Jaejoong is not who he says he is, and Junsu finds himself in a race to save not only Jaejoong's life, but ultimately his own. This fic is first person from Junsu's POV and it is written in present tense. Chapter titles are quotes from "Romeo and Juliet" by William Shakespeare.
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... for my mind misgives
Some consequence yet hanging in the stars
Shall bitterly begin his fearful date
With this night's revels and expire the term
Of a despised life closed in my breast
By some vile forfeit of untimely death.
From Romeo & Juliet
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Poster credit goes to yceam!!! It's awesome, darling! ♥
Part 22: she’ll not be hit With Cupid’s arrow; she hath Dian’s wit; And, in strong proof of chastity well arm’d
The hallways are dark, the doors on each side are either boarded up or barely hinged shut. The floor creaks. The windows are all broken. But there are noises. People live here. It’s just as alarming as before, knowing such squalor exists, but I’m getting used to it. The world I knew was only a small part of what actually exists.
We only wait for Minki for twenty minutes, before he appears, a bit out of breath from the climb up the stairs and the bags of groceries in his arms. Yoochun immediately moves to take a few of the bags from him and I take the rest.
Minki wants to protest, I can tell, but he doesn’t, and without another word, he leads us through the door to his right. It’s not an apartment, even though there is a number on the door, but a hallway. Short, narrow, ending in more stairs. We go up a few stairs, that turn and then a bit higher, and then higher. The stairs are concrete, crumbling and loose. Minki shows no hesitation even if I’m careful with my steps.
“I warned them you were coming,” Minki whispers, “so don’t be surprised if you aren’t immediately welcomed.”
And that is an understatement when Minki opens a heavy steel door and four men are there with various types of guns pointed at us. Real guns. With bullets. Which means pain.
I do not like pain enough to want to get shot.
“Well, hi,” Yoochun says and smiles.
Minki moves between them and goes to the one that looks like the JR I used to know. “Just listen to them, please. They can help.”
“You were not supposed to...”
Minki kisses his cheek, arm around his waist, and then presses again him. “Please. Just ... listen to them.”
It’s quiet for a really long time. JR is older, in the same way that Heechul is older, but he doesn’t look too different. Like Minki, he has long hair, pulled back into a queue. He’s wearing simple jeans and a white T-shirt. He’s still gorgeous.
I do not recognize the other four. I have no idea how old they are, but they are over twenty-five if they all have black baseCODES. One of them is tall, his hair short on his head. The other two are near the same height, but one is stockier than the other. The muscled one has his head shaved except for a section right at the top that is styled up and bleached a faded blond. The other has long hair like JR and Minki. Their clothes are just as simple as JR’s clothes.
Minki moves his other hand to the closest of the other three, the stocky one, and slides his fingers from elbow to up under the sleeve of his T-shirt. He takes his gaze from us and looks at Minki who smiles, just a little, but he sighs and lowers his gun.
JR actually growls at him.
“You know he’s right,” the other says.
JR’s nostrils flare because he knows that Minki is right. I hope that Minki is right. I don’t want to give them any reason to shoot me.
JR meets my eyes. “It’s been a long time.”
I smile. Or try to. It might have been a grimace. “Yeah.”
“You ended up being almost as good as I was.”
“My fans will argue that, especially now that I’m a national hero.”
JR snorts, but it also causes the others to smile tentatively.
“Come on,” Minki says. “Let’s sit, please. And talk to them. Minhyun can make some dinner.” He gestures to the bags we had set on the floor, though he doesn’t release or move away from JR to do it.
JR finally lowers his gun, and the others do so as well. “Pull up a chair,” he says derisively.
There really is nowhere to sit in the small place but on the floor. There are only three chairs, and JR takes one, the stocky one takes another, and the other with the long hair sits in the third. The tallest carries the bags into a small kitchen nook near the back of the room. Minki slinks down on the floor, between JR’s chair and the other with long hair. But it’s only a moment before even the third is close enough to touch him, and all three do: JR’s hand on his shoulder, the stocky one’s fingers in his hair, tugging at the wrap, and the third dragging fingers up and down his neck.
Yoochun and I sit on the floor across from them.
“So talk,” JR says.
“My name is Park Yoochun,” he says. He stops for a moment, and then continues. “This is Kim Junsu.”
And again, he tells them all way more than I think he should. Even more than he told Minki back in the shop. He tells them about how Yoseob set them up, how the government has cut off their supply and killed many of their contacts.
About halfway through the story, Minki pushes up from the floor and ends up in the stocky one’s lap. The other two don’t let that deter them though, and JR’s hand runs up and down his thigh and the other’s hand goes up his back and into his hair to finish pulling the long strands out of their bindings.
Minki’s hair is so long that it almost brushes his tailbone.
Yoochun stops the story with Yesung, though he is careful not to mention his name, and about their plans to try to undermine what the government is doing to undermine us. I note that he does not mention Ryeowook or Changmin at all.
“We haven’t been able to get any of them on camera though,” he says, “but he wants to--what?”
The four of them exchange glances. Minki is biting his lower lip.
“We ...” A hand covers his mouth.
JR smiles and says, “Minki has always been way too trusting.”
“It’s why we’re here,” Minhyun says from the kitchen. “Don’t forget that.”
JR’s smile softens. “Yeah, I know.”
The fingers release their grip and rub instead, over lips and cheeks, and Minki leans back, into the other one’s arms.
“Look,” JR says. “I want ... we want to believe you, but if you ... we can’t ...”
Yoochun nods. “We’re in the same boat as you. We’re in hiding. We can’t do anything. Well, Junsu and I can, because we still have green baseCODEs, but Heechul hasn’t left that compound for years. He and Leeteuk are stuck there. And now, so are Jaejoong and Yunho without the supplies we need. Jaejoong is a serious bitch when he’s caged. Luckily, he has a way to release his pent up anger by fucking this cock slut next to me.”
“Fuck you,” I snap and shove him.
The others laugh.
For the first time, JR removes both hands from Minki’s body. He runs them through his own hair, and then grimaces with they get caught and he has to undo the ponytail. Minki keeps him from wrapping it back up, leaning forward now, to rest his head on JR’s shoulder, fingers trailing and twisting through his hair.
Their dynamics are making my head spin.
“So you’ve met Minki, but we call him Ren when he’s out and about. A code name, if you will. He’s in Baekho’s lap, and that’s Aron next to him. Minhyun is in the kitchen.”
Yoochun smiles. “We understand the code names. I’m Micky, and this is Xiah. It’s nice to meet you all. I’m really surprised that you’ve managed to hide in the city, but considering the maze we went through to get here, it’s understandable. Do you mind if I ask how?”
“It’s all his fault,” JR says and puts his arms around Minki, trying to pull him into his lap, but Baekho doesn’t let him go. Not until Minki glances at him over his shoulder, almost a glare. Baekho huffs, but releases him and Minki climbs into JR’s lap instead.
“It’s amazing how much you can hide when you’re registered to live under someone else’s name,” Minki said. “I’ve been bending the system since I was old enough to know how to. It was pretty random that I picked JR out of all the others that I could, but officials are easy to bribe when a mouth is involved.”
More than one of them growl at that.
Minki smiles at us, but shifts a little on JR’s lap. “He came to find me, to see why this one bit of his name had not been erased. He was worried about it.”
“I had met the others, after games,” JR said. “They were fans. We made deals afterwards and before. They had a few ideas about running. I figured why not. I didn’t want to die.”
“When he came to visit me,” Minki says, “he almost got caught, but I knew where to hide. I spent a lot of time exploring all of this area. My official apartment is a block or so away."
Yoochun nods. “I explored too, though I never did find this place. It’s very well hidden.”
“We thought so too, so we moved here when we were able.”
“How long ago was this?” I ask.
“About six years ago.”
“Well,” Yoochun says, “since we’re under watch right now, the last thing you guys want to do is come with us, though that would be ideal. I guess what we need to do is find a way that this is beneficial to both of us. You looked at each other before, when I mentioned videos.”
It’s Baekho who answers. “We know where some of them are staying. We think. We have videos of them, a few, like five or six, with black baseCODEs, though there might be more.”
“Any chance we can see those?” I ask.
“Or borrow them?” Yoochun adds.
They exchange glances, the only noise coming from Minhyun in the kitchen.
“I’ll go get them,” Aron said, standing up. He goes around a pillar and then there are sounds of footsteps on metal stairs. Going down.
“He’ll be a minute,” JR says and pushes at Minki, who pouts, but gets up. JR stands too and says to Baekho. “They try anything, you shoot them.”
Baekho nods.
JR puts his arm around Minki’s waist and leads him a different way, through the small kitchenette and behind another door.
It’s quiet for a while. I don’t want to stare at Baekho, who does not take his eyes off us. After the command from JR, he removed his gun, and now it sits against his knee, his grip loose.
The next noise besides Minhyun still tinkering in the kitchen is a low moan, a creak of a board and then a loud whimper that sounds very much like JR’s voice. The noises increase just a little, and Minhyun curses under his breath. It isn’t long before he abandons whatever is in a pan to join the other two. When a door opens, the moans are that much louder, JR praising Minki’s mouth before cursing Minhyun. The curse is muffled in a noisy kiss and the door shuts again.
Baekho shifts in his chair.
“You can--” Yoochun gestures to where the other three disappeared.
Baekho snorts and shakes his head. “I’ll have my turn when I’m not guarding you. I’m not about to leave you unsupervised just for an easy fuck.”
“Lucky though,” Yoochun says and smirks at me. “He and his possessive boyfriend won’t join me and mine for an orgy.”
“My possessive boyfriend is enough for me,” I say.
Aron’s footsteps pound up the metal stairs. The moans and whimpers from the other room have escalated into thumps, thrusts and deeper guttural moans. Aron adds his own.
“Go,” Baekho says and holds out his hands.
Aron tosses something to him and without another word goes to join the others.
Baekho still waits a moment, when the door opens, the moans and screams a little louder, and then he says, “Imagine, if you will, Ren pretty and naked on JR’s lap, legs spread wide with JR inside him, and Minhyun standing next to them, letting Ren suck on his cock, thrusting into his mouth with his hands tangled in Ren’s long hair. Aron will join them, but actually give Ren what he wants with a mouth on his dick to make him come.”
“Fuck,” Yoochun says and rubs at his erection.
I shift in my seat, but keep my hands away from myself.
“And what would you do if you joined them?” Yoochun asks.
Baekho smirks. “Ren’s pretty little ass is very good at taking two of us.”
“This is not fair,” Yoochun says and glares at me. “Seriously. So unfair. We desperately need to fuck right now.”
I chuckle and shake my head. “You’re desperate. I’m not. Videos.”
Baekho laughs and beckons me to him. He hands me a really old video camera. One that is not set up or connected with the current network. I whistle at how archaic it is. But it does what it is supposed to. Baekho shows me how to turn it on. The side flips open, revealing a screen. There are buttons on the side and some on the screen that activate when they are touched. He shows me how to scroll through the videos and then says, “Watch them, I’m going to go eat before whatever Minhyun made grows cold.”
Once the videos start, it’s easy to let a bit of fear replace the lust that burns from the noises the others are making.
There are eight videos. All of them from closer up than I think is safe or even possible. Daring to be that nearby. I wonder who shoots the videos, Minki or one of the others. With as possessive as JR is, I can’t see him letting Minki take this risk.
I recognize two of them in the videos: Yoseob and Seunghyun. In one, they’re discussing the death of one of the others. A death that was not agreed upon. In another, vague comments show just how frustrated they are that they can’t find us. The most recent video is just after my “death” with a quick discussion about “his brother.” It’s part of the plan to kidnap Junho in order to lure me into a trap.
“Leeteuk needs to see these,” Yoochun says.
I snort, and so does Baekho.
“We let you watch them,” he says, coming back to his chair with a bowl of rice and meat. “You are not taking them with you.”
Yoochun nods. “I understand that. Maybe ... maybe a copy. Do you have a disk, to make a copy?”
“That you will have to discuss with JR, you know, when he’s done with our pretty Ren.”
A loud moan echoes through the room.
With another smirk, Baekho gestures to the kitchen, “You better go get some of this food before they’re done. It’ll disappear as soon as Aron is hungry for something other than Ren’s come.”
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JR agrees to make a copy of the videos; way more agreeable now that he’s had a few orgasms. Yoochun memorizes the numbers for the pair of cell phones they use to communicate. They do not like using them. The walkie talkies are easier to hide behind. Yoochun promises he will use them only in emergencies, and next time, we will bring them devices that make them untraceable.
The five of them sleep in one room. They share a bed that isn’t wonderful, but the blankets and pillowcases and sheets are heavenly. Yoochun makes a joke about stealing his product, but it makes Minki smile. He’s been smiling a lot since the four of them finally emerged for the food that was now cold.
Yoochun and I sleep on the floor, each with a blanket and a pillow. It isn’t long after we settle down that the noises start up again from the other room. Wilder. Less restrained. Minki’s voice whimpers and begs for his lovers’ touches. And cocks.
“Mother fucking bull shit stupid dumb fuck.” Yoochun punches his pillow.
I chuckle and put my arms above my head, steady my breathing. I learned how to think through the pleasure. I don’t think Yoochun ever had to.
“Shit.” The blanket is flung off him and then his hand is moving, jerking himself off to the noises from the room. “Want to suck on your dick again, Su-ah.”
It’s tempting. Really tempting. But my back is still sore. My ass still stings. The skin of my wrists is still tender. They are all reminders of my beautiful Jaejoong, and they are effective. I listen to Yoochun jerk off, listen to him whimper and beg me for a kiss a touch anything. I listen to him come, breath harsh in the small room.
“When we get back,” he says, voice rough and deep, tempting all on its own, “I’m punching Jaejoong right in the face.”
Part 23: Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough ... Go, villain, fetch a surgeon.
Part 21: This night I hold an old accustom’d feast / Whereto I have invited many a guest
Part 20: For this drivelling love is like a great natural / That runs lolling up and down to hide his bauble in a hole
Part 19: Part, fools! Put up your swords; you know not what you do. / Part 18: Affliction is enamored of thy parts / And thou art wedded to calamity. / Part 17: Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs / Part 16: I talk of dreams / Which are the children of an idle brain / Begot of nothing but vain fantasy / Part 15: swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon / that monthly changes in her circled orb / Part 14: it will be of more price / Being spoke behind your back, than to your face / Part 13: Young men's love then lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes / Part 12: Did my heart love til now? Forswear its sight. For I never saw true beauty til this night / Part 11: A dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear/ As will disperse itself through all the veins / Part 10: Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms / Part 9: Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again / Part 8: we shall not scape a brawl; For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring /Part 7: Fortune, fortune, be fickle fortune, but do not keep him long but send him back. / Part 6: For exile hath more terror in his look, Much more than death. / Part 5: These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die. / Part 4: Not mad, but bound more than a mad man is / Part 3: Prick love for pricking and you beat love down. / Part 2: O, teach me how I should forget to think. / Part 1: I must be gone and live or stay and die.
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Pairing: Jaejoong/Junsu, Changmin/Yunho, Donghae/Eunhyuk, Heechul/Yoochun, Leeteuk/Kyuhyun, Siwon/Ryeowook
Rating: NC-17 for this chapter
Disclaimer: Not mine to rate track or own. I really wish I could order them to have sex with each other and let me tape it, but ... yeah, can't do that.
Summary: Junsu is a normal twenty-three year old. He has retired from Duty to the People and he's content to spend the next two years relaxing before his Date of Expiration. His biggest fear is that the love he carries for his roommate will be discovered. But Jaejoong is not who he says he is, and Junsu finds himself in a race to save not only Jaejoong's life, but ultimately his own. This fic is first person from Junsu's POV and it is written in present tense. Chapter titles are quotes from "Romeo and Juliet" by William Shakespeare.
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... for my mind misgives
Some consequence yet hanging in the stars
Shall bitterly begin his fearful date
With this night's revels and expire the term
Of a despised life closed in my breast
By some vile forfeit of untimely death.
From Romeo & Juliet
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Poster credit goes to yceam!!! It's awesome, darling! ♥
Part 22: she’ll not be hit With Cupid’s arrow; she hath Dian’s wit; And, in strong proof of chastity well arm’d
The hallways are dark, the doors on each side are either boarded up or barely hinged shut. The floor creaks. The windows are all broken. But there are noises. People live here. It’s just as alarming as before, knowing such squalor exists, but I’m getting used to it. The world I knew was only a small part of what actually exists.
We only wait for Minki for twenty minutes, before he appears, a bit out of breath from the climb up the stairs and the bags of groceries in his arms. Yoochun immediately moves to take a few of the bags from him and I take the rest.
Minki wants to protest, I can tell, but he doesn’t, and without another word, he leads us through the door to his right. It’s not an apartment, even though there is a number on the door, but a hallway. Short, narrow, ending in more stairs. We go up a few stairs, that turn and then a bit higher, and then higher. The stairs are concrete, crumbling and loose. Minki shows no hesitation even if I’m careful with my steps.
“I warned them you were coming,” Minki whispers, “so don’t be surprised if you aren’t immediately welcomed.”
And that is an understatement when Minki opens a heavy steel door and four men are there with various types of guns pointed at us. Real guns. With bullets. Which means pain.
I do not like pain enough to want to get shot.
“Well, hi,” Yoochun says and smiles.
Minki moves between them and goes to the one that looks like the JR I used to know. “Just listen to them, please. They can help.”
“You were not supposed to...”
Minki kisses his cheek, arm around his waist, and then presses again him. “Please. Just ... listen to them.”
It’s quiet for a really long time. JR is older, in the same way that Heechul is older, but he doesn’t look too different. Like Minki, he has long hair, pulled back into a queue. He’s wearing simple jeans and a white T-shirt. He’s still gorgeous.
I do not recognize the other four. I have no idea how old they are, but they are over twenty-five if they all have black baseCODES. One of them is tall, his hair short on his head. The other two are near the same height, but one is stockier than the other. The muscled one has his head shaved except for a section right at the top that is styled up and bleached a faded blond. The other has long hair like JR and Minki. Their clothes are just as simple as JR’s clothes.
Minki moves his other hand to the closest of the other three, the stocky one, and slides his fingers from elbow to up under the sleeve of his T-shirt. He takes his gaze from us and looks at Minki who smiles, just a little, but he sighs and lowers his gun.
JR actually growls at him.
“You know he’s right,” the other says.
JR’s nostrils flare because he knows that Minki is right. I hope that Minki is right. I don’t want to give them any reason to shoot me.
JR meets my eyes. “It’s been a long time.”
I smile. Or try to. It might have been a grimace. “Yeah.”
“You ended up being almost as good as I was.”
“My fans will argue that, especially now that I’m a national hero.”
JR snorts, but it also causes the others to smile tentatively.
“Come on,” Minki says. “Let’s sit, please. And talk to them. Minhyun can make some dinner.” He gestures to the bags we had set on the floor, though he doesn’t release or move away from JR to do it.
JR finally lowers his gun, and the others do so as well. “Pull up a chair,” he says derisively.
There really is nowhere to sit in the small place but on the floor. There are only three chairs, and JR takes one, the stocky one takes another, and the other with the long hair sits in the third. The tallest carries the bags into a small kitchen nook near the back of the room. Minki slinks down on the floor, between JR’s chair and the other with long hair. But it’s only a moment before even the third is close enough to touch him, and all three do: JR’s hand on his shoulder, the stocky one’s fingers in his hair, tugging at the wrap, and the third dragging fingers up and down his neck.
Yoochun and I sit on the floor across from them.
“So talk,” JR says.
“My name is Park Yoochun,” he says. He stops for a moment, and then continues. “This is Kim Junsu.”
And again, he tells them all way more than I think he should. Even more than he told Minki back in the shop. He tells them about how Yoseob set them up, how the government has cut off their supply and killed many of their contacts.
About halfway through the story, Minki pushes up from the floor and ends up in the stocky one’s lap. The other two don’t let that deter them though, and JR’s hand runs up and down his thigh and the other’s hand goes up his back and into his hair to finish pulling the long strands out of their bindings.
Minki’s hair is so long that it almost brushes his tailbone.
Yoochun stops the story with Yesung, though he is careful not to mention his name, and about their plans to try to undermine what the government is doing to undermine us. I note that he does not mention Ryeowook or Changmin at all.
“We haven’t been able to get any of them on camera though,” he says, “but he wants to--what?”
The four of them exchange glances. Minki is biting his lower lip.
“We ...” A hand covers his mouth.
JR smiles and says, “Minki has always been way too trusting.”
“It’s why we’re here,” Minhyun says from the kitchen. “Don’t forget that.”
JR’s smile softens. “Yeah, I know.”
The fingers release their grip and rub instead, over lips and cheeks, and Minki leans back, into the other one’s arms.
“Look,” JR says. “I want ... we want to believe you, but if you ... we can’t ...”
Yoochun nods. “We’re in the same boat as you. We’re in hiding. We can’t do anything. Well, Junsu and I can, because we still have green baseCODEs, but Heechul hasn’t left that compound for years. He and Leeteuk are stuck there. And now, so are Jaejoong and Yunho without the supplies we need. Jaejoong is a serious bitch when he’s caged. Luckily, he has a way to release his pent up anger by fucking this cock slut next to me.”
“Fuck you,” I snap and shove him.
The others laugh.
For the first time, JR removes both hands from Minki’s body. He runs them through his own hair, and then grimaces with they get caught and he has to undo the ponytail. Minki keeps him from wrapping it back up, leaning forward now, to rest his head on JR’s shoulder, fingers trailing and twisting through his hair.
Their dynamics are making my head spin.
“So you’ve met Minki, but we call him Ren when he’s out and about. A code name, if you will. He’s in Baekho’s lap, and that’s Aron next to him. Minhyun is in the kitchen.”
Yoochun smiles. “We understand the code names. I’m Micky, and this is Xiah. It’s nice to meet you all. I’m really surprised that you’ve managed to hide in the city, but considering the maze we went through to get here, it’s understandable. Do you mind if I ask how?”
“It’s all his fault,” JR says and puts his arms around Minki, trying to pull him into his lap, but Baekho doesn’t let him go. Not until Minki glances at him over his shoulder, almost a glare. Baekho huffs, but releases him and Minki climbs into JR’s lap instead.
“It’s amazing how much you can hide when you’re registered to live under someone else’s name,” Minki said. “I’ve been bending the system since I was old enough to know how to. It was pretty random that I picked JR out of all the others that I could, but officials are easy to bribe when a mouth is involved.”
More than one of them growl at that.
Minki smiles at us, but shifts a little on JR’s lap. “He came to find me, to see why this one bit of his name had not been erased. He was worried about it.”
“I had met the others, after games,” JR said. “They were fans. We made deals afterwards and before. They had a few ideas about running. I figured why not. I didn’t want to die.”
“When he came to visit me,” Minki says, “he almost got caught, but I knew where to hide. I spent a lot of time exploring all of this area. My official apartment is a block or so away."
Yoochun nods. “I explored too, though I never did find this place. It’s very well hidden.”
“We thought so too, so we moved here when we were able.”
“How long ago was this?” I ask.
“About six years ago.”
“Well,” Yoochun says, “since we’re under watch right now, the last thing you guys want to do is come with us, though that would be ideal. I guess what we need to do is find a way that this is beneficial to both of us. You looked at each other before, when I mentioned videos.”
It’s Baekho who answers. “We know where some of them are staying. We think. We have videos of them, a few, like five or six, with black baseCODEs, though there might be more.”
“Any chance we can see those?” I ask.
“Or borrow them?” Yoochun adds.
They exchange glances, the only noise coming from Minhyun in the kitchen.
“I’ll go get them,” Aron said, standing up. He goes around a pillar and then there are sounds of footsteps on metal stairs. Going down.
“He’ll be a minute,” JR says and pushes at Minki, who pouts, but gets up. JR stands too and says to Baekho. “They try anything, you shoot them.”
Baekho nods.
JR puts his arm around Minki’s waist and leads him a different way, through the small kitchenette and behind another door.
It’s quiet for a while. I don’t want to stare at Baekho, who does not take his eyes off us. After the command from JR, he removed his gun, and now it sits against his knee, his grip loose.
The next noise besides Minhyun still tinkering in the kitchen is a low moan, a creak of a board and then a loud whimper that sounds very much like JR’s voice. The noises increase just a little, and Minhyun curses under his breath. It isn’t long before he abandons whatever is in a pan to join the other two. When a door opens, the moans are that much louder, JR praising Minki’s mouth before cursing Minhyun. The curse is muffled in a noisy kiss and the door shuts again.
Baekho shifts in his chair.
“You can--” Yoochun gestures to where the other three disappeared.
Baekho snorts and shakes his head. “I’ll have my turn when I’m not guarding you. I’m not about to leave you unsupervised just for an easy fuck.”
“Lucky though,” Yoochun says and smirks at me. “He and his possessive boyfriend won’t join me and mine for an orgy.”
“My possessive boyfriend is enough for me,” I say.
Aron’s footsteps pound up the metal stairs. The moans and whimpers from the other room have escalated into thumps, thrusts and deeper guttural moans. Aron adds his own.
“Go,” Baekho says and holds out his hands.
Aron tosses something to him and without another word goes to join the others.
Baekho still waits a moment, when the door opens, the moans and screams a little louder, and then he says, “Imagine, if you will, Ren pretty and naked on JR’s lap, legs spread wide with JR inside him, and Minhyun standing next to them, letting Ren suck on his cock, thrusting into his mouth with his hands tangled in Ren’s long hair. Aron will join them, but actually give Ren what he wants with a mouth on his dick to make him come.”
“Fuck,” Yoochun says and rubs at his erection.
I shift in my seat, but keep my hands away from myself.
“And what would you do if you joined them?” Yoochun asks.
Baekho smirks. “Ren’s pretty little ass is very good at taking two of us.”
“This is not fair,” Yoochun says and glares at me. “Seriously. So unfair. We desperately need to fuck right now.”
I chuckle and shake my head. “You’re desperate. I’m not. Videos.”
Baekho laughs and beckons me to him. He hands me a really old video camera. One that is not set up or connected with the current network. I whistle at how archaic it is. But it does what it is supposed to. Baekho shows me how to turn it on. The side flips open, revealing a screen. There are buttons on the side and some on the screen that activate when they are touched. He shows me how to scroll through the videos and then says, “Watch them, I’m going to go eat before whatever Minhyun made grows cold.”
Once the videos start, it’s easy to let a bit of fear replace the lust that burns from the noises the others are making.
There are eight videos. All of them from closer up than I think is safe or even possible. Daring to be that nearby. I wonder who shoots the videos, Minki or one of the others. With as possessive as JR is, I can’t see him letting Minki take this risk.
I recognize two of them in the videos: Yoseob and Seunghyun. In one, they’re discussing the death of one of the others. A death that was not agreed upon. In another, vague comments show just how frustrated they are that they can’t find us. The most recent video is just after my “death” with a quick discussion about “his brother.” It’s part of the plan to kidnap Junho in order to lure me into a trap.
“Leeteuk needs to see these,” Yoochun says.
I snort, and so does Baekho.
“We let you watch them,” he says, coming back to his chair with a bowl of rice and meat. “You are not taking them with you.”
Yoochun nods. “I understand that. Maybe ... maybe a copy. Do you have a disk, to make a copy?”
“That you will have to discuss with JR, you know, when he’s done with our pretty Ren.”
A loud moan echoes through the room.
With another smirk, Baekho gestures to the kitchen, “You better go get some of this food before they’re done. It’ll disappear as soon as Aron is hungry for something other than Ren’s come.”
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JR agrees to make a copy of the videos; way more agreeable now that he’s had a few orgasms. Yoochun memorizes the numbers for the pair of cell phones they use to communicate. They do not like using them. The walkie talkies are easier to hide behind. Yoochun promises he will use them only in emergencies, and next time, we will bring them devices that make them untraceable.
The five of them sleep in one room. They share a bed that isn’t wonderful, but the blankets and pillowcases and sheets are heavenly. Yoochun makes a joke about stealing his product, but it makes Minki smile. He’s been smiling a lot since the four of them finally emerged for the food that was now cold.
Yoochun and I sleep on the floor, each with a blanket and a pillow. It isn’t long after we settle down that the noises start up again from the other room. Wilder. Less restrained. Minki’s voice whimpers and begs for his lovers’ touches. And cocks.
“Mother fucking bull shit stupid dumb fuck.” Yoochun punches his pillow.
I chuckle and put my arms above my head, steady my breathing. I learned how to think through the pleasure. I don’t think Yoochun ever had to.
“Shit.” The blanket is flung off him and then his hand is moving, jerking himself off to the noises from the room. “Want to suck on your dick again, Su-ah.”
It’s tempting. Really tempting. But my back is still sore. My ass still stings. The skin of my wrists is still tender. They are all reminders of my beautiful Jaejoong, and they are effective. I listen to Yoochun jerk off, listen to him whimper and beg me for a kiss a touch anything. I listen to him come, breath harsh in the small room.
“When we get back,” he says, voice rough and deep, tempting all on its own, “I’m punching Jaejoong right in the face.”
Part 23: Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough ... Go, villain, fetch a surgeon.
Part 21: This night I hold an old accustom’d feast / Whereto I have invited many a guest
Part 20: For this drivelling love is like a great natural / That runs lolling up and down to hide his bauble in a hole
Part 19: Part, fools! Put up your swords; you know not what you do. / Part 18: Affliction is enamored of thy parts / And thou art wedded to calamity. / Part 17: Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs / Part 16: I talk of dreams / Which are the children of an idle brain / Begot of nothing but vain fantasy / Part 15: swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon / that monthly changes in her circled orb / Part 14: it will be of more price / Being spoke behind your back, than to your face / Part 13: Young men's love then lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes / Part 12: Did my heart love til now? Forswear its sight. For I never saw true beauty til this night / Part 11: A dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear/ As will disperse itself through all the veins / Part 10: Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms / Part 9: Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again / Part 8: we shall not scape a brawl; For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring /Part 7: Fortune, fortune, be fickle fortune, but do not keep him long but send him back. / Part 6: For exile hath more terror in his look, Much more than death. / Part 5: These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die. / Part 4: Not mad, but bound more than a mad man is / Part 3: Prick love for pricking and you beat love down. / Part 2: O, teach me how I should forget to think. / Part 1: I must be gone and live or stay and die.
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