baseCODE 23/?
Title: baseCODE 23/?
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 23: Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough ... Go, villain, fetch a surgeon.
The car is gone.
Yoochun notices before me, shoves me into an alley and up a fire escape to a broken window. The glass cuts my arm as I slide inside, and Yoochun pulls one of his newly purchased shirts to wrap around the wound.
“What the fuck?” I whisper because I have no idea where we are.
“The car is gone,” Yoochun says.
“Fuck.”
Yoochun smirks, and I shut my eyes with a resigned sigh. “No.”
Yoochun chuckles. “Okay, okay. Fine. Even though we might be about to die.” He takes out his phone and places a call to Leeteuk. I can hear cursing even through the phone.
“We’re going to double back to the store,” Yoochun whispers to me after the phone call ends. “Siwon is going to grab a car right off the line, before it’s even been touched by anyone else and come and pick us up later.”
“We can’t go back to the store,” I say. “Not if someone is following us.”
“You’re right. But we can’t stay here.”
There’s a shuffling noise nearby, and Yoochun stands up, pulls my injured arm and yanks me through the dirty, broken room, through a hole in a wall and then down some crumbling, metal stairs. A couple of more noises hurry our footsteps until Yoochun finds a way out into the morning.
“Market,” Yoochun says and heads that direction.
“My arm,” I whisper, whining a little. It really hurts.
Yoochun nods. “I know. Market.”
I follow him, pressing against the wound as inconspicuously as I can.
We turn a corner, and Yoochun stops abruptly, pushing me behind him. A second later, he has a gun in his hands, lifting it, but there’s a loud pop, too loud in the confines of the alley, and Yoochun jerks against me with a half-cry and scream. Something warms splatters up over my arm and skin, and I plant my feet and catch Yoochun before he can fall.
“Fucker,” he says, between gritted teeth. “Should have killed you the first time.” He lifts the gun again, but he’s shaking too much and it clatters to the blacktop below us.
The man in front of us is shaking too, both hands gripping the gun in his hand. It’s Seunghyun.
“Surprised. Not dead,” Yoochun says, once again gaining his own balance. Though he’s swaying a bit. His left arm hangs useless at his side, blood dripping from the gaping wound.
Seunghyun sort of smiles. “I told them I ran after Woohyuk was shot. They believed me.”
“So they don’t know you spilled their secrets,” I say.
“Not all of them.”
“Really?” I say. “What others do you have?”
He shook his head. “Nice try.”
“Hey,” I say with a smile, doing my best not to let my fear and worry show, “are you the one that stole our car?”
“Shut up,” he snaps. “I knew you’d come back for it. I’ve been waiting. If I can get rid of you two, they’ll trust me again, they won’t kill me.”
“Well, I can’t say I agree with that,” I say. “If you’re a liability, you’re going to be dead anyway. You might as well tell me where the car is. We really need to get back home. There’s a bottle of whiskey with our names on it.”
He sneers, and then the side of his head sort of just explodes, and his body falls to the ground.
“Shit,” I hear Yoochun mutter, and he struggles, falling toward the ground before I can stop him.
A breathless moment later, a blessedly silent moment, and then I’m on the ground with him, expelling what little breakfast I had in my stomach.
A hand touches my shoulder, and I jerk over, hands up for a fight, but it’s just Aron, leaning over me.
“Shit,” I whisper. “Shit, fuck, shit.”
Aron chuckles. “Come on. We have to get Micky to Hyunnie.”
I stay on my hands and knees for another moment and then push up. I can deal with other shit afterward. Yoochun. My concern. Yoochun.
Aron has him propped up, arm slung around his waist. I go to the other side, and we hold Yoochun up while we make our way down the alley. He delirious, but awake, moaning with every step. Bleeding. Too much blood.
“JR told us to follow you, make sure you got out of here safely.”
“I’m glad,” I say.
Yoochun mumbles something.
“Who took that shot?” I ask, swallowing more bile at the repeated visual explosion of brain, bone and blood.
“Baekho. He’s ex-military.”
“And you?”
Aron smiles. “Technically? I’m dead.”
I try to smile back. My own arm is throbbing.
Minhyun and JR are waiting for us by the blue door with a flat board, and it is easier to carry Yoochun up the stairs on it since he’s barely conscious. He’s lost a lot of blood. Too much blood.
Minhyun whistles when we finally get Yoochun on a flat surface: the kitchen floor. “Two inches to the right and he’d be dead.”
“Fuck,” I mutter and kneel next to him. I take his hand and bring it to my mouth and kiss it. He smiles, but his eyes are rolling.
“I have to put him under,” Minhyun says, a needle in his hands.
JR nods. “Do it.”
I wait until Yoochun is completely unconscious and then Aron is next to me, pushing me to the floor. “I’m going to stitch up your arm,” he says, twisting his hair up. He turns to grab something from Minhyun’s bag and I gasp.
There is nothing on his neck. No green or black or any baseCODE at all.
He sees my face and smirks. “I told you I did not exist.”
I glance at JR who is frowning, a hand on Minhyun’s shoulder.
“Don’t think too hard about it,” Aron says, “especially when I’m about to shove a needle under your skin.”
I let him, my blissfully blank for a moment. Just a moment, and then it’s full of Yoochun’s laughter, smiles, and his mouth, god his mouth. I reach for his hand, and the others let me take it.
“Heechul is going to be so angry if you die,” I whisper, and then shut my eyes, jerking at the repeated prick of a needle in my arm.
|||X|||X|||
Minki is next to me when I wake up. He smiles and brushes hair from his face. “How are you?”
I cough. “Sore.”
“Here.” He gives me a bottle of water and two pills. “JR called Leeteuk from your phone to let him know what happened. As soon as Minhyun says that Micky can move, then we’re to call again, so he can coordinate with Siwon to get you out of here.”
I nod. “Thank you so much.”
Hands tangle in Minki’s hair, and I look up to see Baekho standing over us.
“Nice shot,” I say.
He smirks. “Easy shot.”
Minki leans against his leg, arm wrapped around his knee. “JR says it’s business as usual for us. I go to work, they stay hidden, or try to get more video to use. Spying. Baekho is so good at it. Aron too. We’ll get as much information for you as we can.”
“Thank you.”
“Go back to sleep,” Minki whispers and touches my knee. “You’re safe here.”
I smile. “Thank you.” I shut my eyes, but I’m not really tired. I hear lips press together, a wet sound followed by a low moan. The bed shifts and I open my eyes just in time to see Minki lead Baekho out of the bedroom.
With a sigh, I turn on my side. My arm throbs.
I stare at Yoochun’s face. His skin is pale, mouth open with steady breaths. I’m so glad he’s breathing. I shift over the bed to him, close enough to touch. He has a white bandage wrapped around his shoulder, leaving the rest of his chest and stomach bare. I trail my finger over skin and along the edge of the bandage.
Two inches to the right.
Shit.
Tears sting at my eyes, and I press my face to his shoulder. I try really hard not to cry and lose, but keep my sobs as muffled as I can. I don’t want to wake him, and I don’t want anyone else to hear. Not that they will. I can hear just fine Minki whimpering for the others to touch him, let him come, someone fuck him!
My head spins a little, a mixture of the breakdown and the pills Minki had given me.
And then I feel a hand on mine, where it’s laying against Yoochun’s stomach. My head shoots up, eyes wide, and Yoochun sort of smiles.
He winces. “Fuck, that hurts.”
I chuckle. “Yeah, I bet.” I shift my hand to grip his fingers a bit tighter. “Good to see your handsome eyes, though.”
He smiles, eyes shutting, and licks his lips. “What’s going on?”
“You’re still groggy and you probably won’t remember this, but we’re waiting until Minhyun says you can move and then Siwon is coming to get us.”
His eyelids flutter, head titled to the side with a sigh. And then he sort of smirks. “Since I won’t remember any of this, kiss me.”
I laugh and snuggle a little closer to him. “I guess I do owe you. For protecting me. You’re always protecting me.” After trailing my fingers up his chest, I cup his cheek, turn his head, and press our lips together.
He’s grinning, almost ruining the kiss that threatens to border on passionate.
Finally, I pull away. “Your mouth is gross.”
“So is yours.”
I laugh. “Sleep, you cad.”
Yoochun lifts his fingers and I retake his hand.
“Maybe,” he says, voice wavering with grogginess again, “maybe Jaejoong will reward me because I protected you.”
I press a kiss to his shoulder. “Maybe.”
“Want your ass,” he mutters and licks his lips.
A threesome with Yoochun. Well, it’d be a foursome because there’s no way that Heechul would allow anything to happen without him. It’s an idea. One that is hard to shut down while listening to the orgy going on in the other room. I listen to them fuck, but concentrate on Yoochun’s breathing while the pills finally finish kicking in and shove me off to sleep.
|||X|||X|||
We stay one more day at Yoochun’s insistence. He isn’t strong enough to run if he needs to and he’d rather not get shot again, thank you very much. He plays up the injured damsel role and demands that I feed him, prop up his pillows, and kisses. More than one. It’s hard to refuse, because he’s such a good pouter. And he did take a bullet for me. Or so he claims.
For each one though, I tell him, “Jaejoong’s going to punish you for every kiss you get while we’re rewarding you.”
He laughs and just yanks me back to his lips for another one.
Between JR and Leeteuk, our pickup is almost too easy. The two of them just know how the system works, how the police work, and before curfew on the next night, both Yoochun and I are back at the compound, ushered down to the medical room where Sungmin checks our wounds, humming in appreciation at the job Minhyun did on Yoochun’s shoulder.
“I can’t even confine you two down here for observation,” Sungmin says and leans against my brother. “You’re both fine.”
I smirk at them. “Looks like you two are both fine, too.”
“Seriously?” Yoochun almost crows. “You two? Really? Oh my god.”
Sungmin rolls his eyes and Junho just smirks, arm wrapping around his shoulders.
“This is fantastic. Couples everywhere. I love it. Come on, Xiah. Let’s go talk to our boyfriends about that reward.”
“You’re still injured,” I say and follow him back up the stairs. I hear Sungmin moan, and try to hurry faster, but still hear my brother ask, “Want me to bend you over this console and fuck you?”
It’s a bit too much, but just because it’s my brother. I heard enough of everything while staying with Minki and his harem.
Both Jaejoong and Heechul are waiting at the top of the stairs. Jaejoong smothers me in a hug and then his mouth is on mine in a deep kiss, a much better kiss than all the ones with Yoochun the last few days. He is only slightly gentle, cupping my ass, pulling me against him.
“Missed you,” he whispers.
“I missed you.”
“Need ...” Yoochun gasps. “Need. Orgasm. Now. Please.”
“Oh my god,” Leeteuk says. “Not in the kitchen. Go.”
Heechul pulls away from the red mark he’d been leaving on Yoochun’s neck. “Think you’re okay?”
He smirks. “Okay enough for you to climb on my lap and ride my dick? Yes, I’m okay enough for that.”
They leave the kitchen, as fast as Yoochun can move. I’m a little surprised that he didn’t mention the reward, but then again, I shouldn’t be. Yoochun wants it. If I want it, I’ll mention it to Jaejoong.
“What about you?” Jaejoong whispers in my ear. “Are you okay enough for an orgasm?”
“Fuck yes.”
“We need to talk,” Leeteuk says.
I dig in my pocket and remove the little disk that has the videos on it. “Watch those. We’ll talk after.” I wrap my arm around Jaejoong’s waist and head out of the kitchen, through the living room, and up to our room.
“It’s so good to be here,” I say and crawl up on the bed. My arm hurts a little, but mostly from the stitches stretching a little. “I’ve been sleeping on a floor. So comfortable.”
“It’s so good to have you here,” Jaejoong replies and crawls over me, kisses me, touches me. Slow, steady, sexy. It’s a little heady and beautiful, and so easy. He does most of the work, takes off our clothes, uses his own thighs to push up my hips, give him access to my ass. His preparation is just as slow, one hand on my balls, three fingers from the other hand deep inside me.
It’s always so easy with him, easy to wrap him up in arms and legs and moan into a heavy kiss when he thrusts into me. So easy to just let the world disappear, let him touch and fuck me, let him pull enough pleasure from me that I’m coming between our bodies, shivering out my release as he rocks into me.
And it’s so very easy to whisper, “I love you” once we’ve both stilled, once our breath has steadied.
But by far the easiest thing to do is to roll over, spread my knees, press my face to a pillow, and let Jaejoong do it all over again.
“So that definitely wasn’t a ‘I did something I shouldn’t and I’m offering my ass in apology’ round of sex,” Jaejoong says.
I laugh and curl up against his body. “I told you, I belong to you.”
“But?”
“You know me so well?”
“I know Yoochun so well.”
“Those ... the others, Minki, JR, all of them, are together. Minki is their center, their catalyst. The reason they do anything, or so Aron says. And it shows. Minki always with one of them, or all four of them. And always in a naked pile or under it, or double penetrated with a dick in his mouth. Yoochun jerked off a lot while we listened to them.”
“I bet it was torture.”
I hum. “I’ve learned to control my lust, but Yoochun obviously never had to. After ... after he was shot ...” My throat closes up and I blink down a few tears. “Fuck. He pretty much saved me from the bullet, Jaejoong. Put himself in front of me and got shot. I don’t know why. Maybe because he always carries a gun, and figured he’d been in front or if he just didn’t want me to be hurt, but I very easily could have been the one shot, and it very easily could have killed me. It almost killed him. Two inches, Minhyun said, just ... two inches.”
Jaejoong gathers me up in his arms and hugs me.
“He ... he ... who knows where I’d be ... if I’d be here with you. So he demanded a kiss as a reward. More than one. I gave them to him, and then he mentioned that you should reward him too.”
Jaejoong’s eyes narrowed. “What are you implying?”
“What Yoochun is always implying. He wants a foursome.”
Jaejoong growls and yanks me to his mouth, a possessive deep kiss that has me moaning. “No. No fucking way.”
I smile and wipe at my eyes. “Fine, fine. Just thought I’d ask.”
“You want to?”
I shrug. “I spent the last few days listening to and walking in on orgies. It looks like fun.”
Jaejoong shakes his head. “No. Not happening.”
“Okay. Let’s go shower. I have a feeling that Leeteuk isn’t going to let us relax as soon as he sees those videos.”
I try to move, but Jaejoong keeps me still, pins me to the bed with his body.
“Yoochun can’t have you,” he says.
I smile and nod. “He won’t. I promise.”
“Not even with me. I’m never going to agree with sharing you.” He grounds his hips down and the movement has me spreading and lifting my legs.
I moan as he slides his dick inside me again. “Fine by me. I love you.”
Jaejoong grunts out a reply and spends the next few minutes fucking me into the mattress, once again reaffirming that he is all I need, and all I will ever want in my life.
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
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 23: Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough ... Go, villain, fetch a surgeon.
The car is gone.
Yoochun notices before me, shoves me into an alley and up a fire escape to a broken window. The glass cuts my arm as I slide inside, and Yoochun pulls one of his newly purchased shirts to wrap around the wound.
“What the fuck?” I whisper because I have no idea where we are.
“The car is gone,” Yoochun says.
“Fuck.”
Yoochun smirks, and I shut my eyes with a resigned sigh. “No.”
Yoochun chuckles. “Okay, okay. Fine. Even though we might be about to die.” He takes out his phone and places a call to Leeteuk. I can hear cursing even through the phone.
“We’re going to double back to the store,” Yoochun whispers to me after the phone call ends. “Siwon is going to grab a car right off the line, before it’s even been touched by anyone else and come and pick us up later.”
“We can’t go back to the store,” I say. “Not if someone is following us.”
“You’re right. But we can’t stay here.”
There’s a shuffling noise nearby, and Yoochun stands up, pulls my injured arm and yanks me through the dirty, broken room, through a hole in a wall and then down some crumbling, metal stairs. A couple of more noises hurry our footsteps until Yoochun finds a way out into the morning.
“Market,” Yoochun says and heads that direction.
“My arm,” I whisper, whining a little. It really hurts.
Yoochun nods. “I know. Market.”
I follow him, pressing against the wound as inconspicuously as I can.
We turn a corner, and Yoochun stops abruptly, pushing me behind him. A second later, he has a gun in his hands, lifting it, but there’s a loud pop, too loud in the confines of the alley, and Yoochun jerks against me with a half-cry and scream. Something warms splatters up over my arm and skin, and I plant my feet and catch Yoochun before he can fall.
“Fucker,” he says, between gritted teeth. “Should have killed you the first time.” He lifts the gun again, but he’s shaking too much and it clatters to the blacktop below us.
The man in front of us is shaking too, both hands gripping the gun in his hand. It’s Seunghyun.
“Surprised. Not dead,” Yoochun says, once again gaining his own balance. Though he’s swaying a bit. His left arm hangs useless at his side, blood dripping from the gaping wound.
Seunghyun sort of smiles. “I told them I ran after Woohyuk was shot. They believed me.”
“So they don’t know you spilled their secrets,” I say.
“Not all of them.”
“Really?” I say. “What others do you have?”
He shook his head. “Nice try.”
“Hey,” I say with a smile, doing my best not to let my fear and worry show, “are you the one that stole our car?”
“Shut up,” he snaps. “I knew you’d come back for it. I’ve been waiting. If I can get rid of you two, they’ll trust me again, they won’t kill me.”
“Well, I can’t say I agree with that,” I say. “If you’re a liability, you’re going to be dead anyway. You might as well tell me where the car is. We really need to get back home. There’s a bottle of whiskey with our names on it.”
He sneers, and then the side of his head sort of just explodes, and his body falls to the ground.
“Shit,” I hear Yoochun mutter, and he struggles, falling toward the ground before I can stop him.
A breathless moment later, a blessedly silent moment, and then I’m on the ground with him, expelling what little breakfast I had in my stomach.
A hand touches my shoulder, and I jerk over, hands up for a fight, but it’s just Aron, leaning over me.
“Shit,” I whisper. “Shit, fuck, shit.”
Aron chuckles. “Come on. We have to get Micky to Hyunnie.”
I stay on my hands and knees for another moment and then push up. I can deal with other shit afterward. Yoochun. My concern. Yoochun.
Aron has him propped up, arm slung around his waist. I go to the other side, and we hold Yoochun up while we make our way down the alley. He delirious, but awake, moaning with every step. Bleeding. Too much blood.
“JR told us to follow you, make sure you got out of here safely.”
“I’m glad,” I say.
Yoochun mumbles something.
“Who took that shot?” I ask, swallowing more bile at the repeated visual explosion of brain, bone and blood.
“Baekho. He’s ex-military.”
“And you?”
Aron smiles. “Technically? I’m dead.”
I try to smile back. My own arm is throbbing.
Minhyun and JR are waiting for us by the blue door with a flat board, and it is easier to carry Yoochun up the stairs on it since he’s barely conscious. He’s lost a lot of blood. Too much blood.
Minhyun whistles when we finally get Yoochun on a flat surface: the kitchen floor. “Two inches to the right and he’d be dead.”
“Fuck,” I mutter and kneel next to him. I take his hand and bring it to my mouth and kiss it. He smiles, but his eyes are rolling.
“I have to put him under,” Minhyun says, a needle in his hands.
JR nods. “Do it.”
I wait until Yoochun is completely unconscious and then Aron is next to me, pushing me to the floor. “I’m going to stitch up your arm,” he says, twisting his hair up. He turns to grab something from Minhyun’s bag and I gasp.
There is nothing on his neck. No green or black or any baseCODE at all.
He sees my face and smirks. “I told you I did not exist.”
I glance at JR who is frowning, a hand on Minhyun’s shoulder.
“Don’t think too hard about it,” Aron says, “especially when I’m about to shove a needle under your skin.”
I let him, my blissfully blank for a moment. Just a moment, and then it’s full of Yoochun’s laughter, smiles, and his mouth, god his mouth. I reach for his hand, and the others let me take it.
“Heechul is going to be so angry if you die,” I whisper, and then shut my eyes, jerking at the repeated prick of a needle in my arm.
|||X|||X|||
Minki is next to me when I wake up. He smiles and brushes hair from his face. “How are you?”
I cough. “Sore.”
“Here.” He gives me a bottle of water and two pills. “JR called Leeteuk from your phone to let him know what happened. As soon as Minhyun says that Micky can move, then we’re to call again, so he can coordinate with Siwon to get you out of here.”
I nod. “Thank you so much.”
Hands tangle in Minki’s hair, and I look up to see Baekho standing over us.
“Nice shot,” I say.
He smirks. “Easy shot.”
Minki leans against his leg, arm wrapped around his knee. “JR says it’s business as usual for us. I go to work, they stay hidden, or try to get more video to use. Spying. Baekho is so good at it. Aron too. We’ll get as much information for you as we can.”
“Thank you.”
“Go back to sleep,” Minki whispers and touches my knee. “You’re safe here.”
I smile. “Thank you.” I shut my eyes, but I’m not really tired. I hear lips press together, a wet sound followed by a low moan. The bed shifts and I open my eyes just in time to see Minki lead Baekho out of the bedroom.
With a sigh, I turn on my side. My arm throbs.
I stare at Yoochun’s face. His skin is pale, mouth open with steady breaths. I’m so glad he’s breathing. I shift over the bed to him, close enough to touch. He has a white bandage wrapped around his shoulder, leaving the rest of his chest and stomach bare. I trail my finger over skin and along the edge of the bandage.
Two inches to the right.
Shit.
Tears sting at my eyes, and I press my face to his shoulder. I try really hard not to cry and lose, but keep my sobs as muffled as I can. I don’t want to wake him, and I don’t want anyone else to hear. Not that they will. I can hear just fine Minki whimpering for the others to touch him, let him come, someone fuck him!
My head spins a little, a mixture of the breakdown and the pills Minki had given me.
And then I feel a hand on mine, where it’s laying against Yoochun’s stomach. My head shoots up, eyes wide, and Yoochun sort of smiles.
He winces. “Fuck, that hurts.”
I chuckle. “Yeah, I bet.” I shift my hand to grip his fingers a bit tighter. “Good to see your handsome eyes, though.”
He smiles, eyes shutting, and licks his lips. “What’s going on?”
“You’re still groggy and you probably won’t remember this, but we’re waiting until Minhyun says you can move and then Siwon is coming to get us.”
His eyelids flutter, head titled to the side with a sigh. And then he sort of smirks. “Since I won’t remember any of this, kiss me.”
I laugh and snuggle a little closer to him. “I guess I do owe you. For protecting me. You’re always protecting me.” After trailing my fingers up his chest, I cup his cheek, turn his head, and press our lips together.
He’s grinning, almost ruining the kiss that threatens to border on passionate.
Finally, I pull away. “Your mouth is gross.”
“So is yours.”
I laugh. “Sleep, you cad.”
Yoochun lifts his fingers and I retake his hand.
“Maybe,” he says, voice wavering with grogginess again, “maybe Jaejoong will reward me because I protected you.”
I press a kiss to his shoulder. “Maybe.”
“Want your ass,” he mutters and licks his lips.
A threesome with Yoochun. Well, it’d be a foursome because there’s no way that Heechul would allow anything to happen without him. It’s an idea. One that is hard to shut down while listening to the orgy going on in the other room. I listen to them fuck, but concentrate on Yoochun’s breathing while the pills finally finish kicking in and shove me off to sleep.
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We stay one more day at Yoochun’s insistence. He isn’t strong enough to run if he needs to and he’d rather not get shot again, thank you very much. He plays up the injured damsel role and demands that I feed him, prop up his pillows, and kisses. More than one. It’s hard to refuse, because he’s such a good pouter. And he did take a bullet for me. Or so he claims.
For each one though, I tell him, “Jaejoong’s going to punish you for every kiss you get while we’re rewarding you.”
He laughs and just yanks me back to his lips for another one.
Between JR and Leeteuk, our pickup is almost too easy. The two of them just know how the system works, how the police work, and before curfew on the next night, both Yoochun and I are back at the compound, ushered down to the medical room where Sungmin checks our wounds, humming in appreciation at the job Minhyun did on Yoochun’s shoulder.
“I can’t even confine you two down here for observation,” Sungmin says and leans against my brother. “You’re both fine.”
I smirk at them. “Looks like you two are both fine, too.”
“Seriously?” Yoochun almost crows. “You two? Really? Oh my god.”
Sungmin rolls his eyes and Junho just smirks, arm wrapping around his shoulders.
“This is fantastic. Couples everywhere. I love it. Come on, Xiah. Let’s go talk to our boyfriends about that reward.”
“You’re still injured,” I say and follow him back up the stairs. I hear Sungmin moan, and try to hurry faster, but still hear my brother ask, “Want me to bend you over this console and fuck you?”
It’s a bit too much, but just because it’s my brother. I heard enough of everything while staying with Minki and his harem.
Both Jaejoong and Heechul are waiting at the top of the stairs. Jaejoong smothers me in a hug and then his mouth is on mine in a deep kiss, a much better kiss than all the ones with Yoochun the last few days. He is only slightly gentle, cupping my ass, pulling me against him.
“Missed you,” he whispers.
“I missed you.”
“Need ...” Yoochun gasps. “Need. Orgasm. Now. Please.”
“Oh my god,” Leeteuk says. “Not in the kitchen. Go.”
Heechul pulls away from the red mark he’d been leaving on Yoochun’s neck. “Think you’re okay?”
He smirks. “Okay enough for you to climb on my lap and ride my dick? Yes, I’m okay enough for that.”
They leave the kitchen, as fast as Yoochun can move. I’m a little surprised that he didn’t mention the reward, but then again, I shouldn’t be. Yoochun wants it. If I want it, I’ll mention it to Jaejoong.
“What about you?” Jaejoong whispers in my ear. “Are you okay enough for an orgasm?”
“Fuck yes.”
“We need to talk,” Leeteuk says.
I dig in my pocket and remove the little disk that has the videos on it. “Watch those. We’ll talk after.” I wrap my arm around Jaejoong’s waist and head out of the kitchen, through the living room, and up to our room.
“It’s so good to be here,” I say and crawl up on the bed. My arm hurts a little, but mostly from the stitches stretching a little. “I’ve been sleeping on a floor. So comfortable.”
“It’s so good to have you here,” Jaejoong replies and crawls over me, kisses me, touches me. Slow, steady, sexy. It’s a little heady and beautiful, and so easy. He does most of the work, takes off our clothes, uses his own thighs to push up my hips, give him access to my ass. His preparation is just as slow, one hand on my balls, three fingers from the other hand deep inside me.
It’s always so easy with him, easy to wrap him up in arms and legs and moan into a heavy kiss when he thrusts into me. So easy to just let the world disappear, let him touch and fuck me, let him pull enough pleasure from me that I’m coming between our bodies, shivering out my release as he rocks into me.
And it’s so very easy to whisper, “I love you” once we’ve both stilled, once our breath has steadied.
But by far the easiest thing to do is to roll over, spread my knees, press my face to a pillow, and let Jaejoong do it all over again.
“So that definitely wasn’t a ‘I did something I shouldn’t and I’m offering my ass in apology’ round of sex,” Jaejoong says.
I laugh and curl up against his body. “I told you, I belong to you.”
“But?”
“You know me so well?”
“I know Yoochun so well.”
“Those ... the others, Minki, JR, all of them, are together. Minki is their center, their catalyst. The reason they do anything, or so Aron says. And it shows. Minki always with one of them, or all four of them. And always in a naked pile or under it, or double penetrated with a dick in his mouth. Yoochun jerked off a lot while we listened to them.”
“I bet it was torture.”
I hum. “I’ve learned to control my lust, but Yoochun obviously never had to. After ... after he was shot ...” My throat closes up and I blink down a few tears. “Fuck. He pretty much saved me from the bullet, Jaejoong. Put himself in front of me and got shot. I don’t know why. Maybe because he always carries a gun, and figured he’d been in front or if he just didn’t want me to be hurt, but I very easily could have been the one shot, and it very easily could have killed me. It almost killed him. Two inches, Minhyun said, just ... two inches.”
Jaejoong gathers me up in his arms and hugs me.
“He ... he ... who knows where I’d be ... if I’d be here with you. So he demanded a kiss as a reward. More than one. I gave them to him, and then he mentioned that you should reward him too.”
Jaejoong’s eyes narrowed. “What are you implying?”
“What Yoochun is always implying. He wants a foursome.”
Jaejoong growls and yanks me to his mouth, a possessive deep kiss that has me moaning. “No. No fucking way.”
I smile and wipe at my eyes. “Fine, fine. Just thought I’d ask.”
“You want to?”
I shrug. “I spent the last few days listening to and walking in on orgies. It looks like fun.”
Jaejoong shakes his head. “No. Not happening.”
“Okay. Let’s go shower. I have a feeling that Leeteuk isn’t going to let us relax as soon as he sees those videos.”
I try to move, but Jaejoong keeps me still, pins me to the bed with his body.
“Yoochun can’t have you,” he says.
I smile and nod. “He won’t. I promise.”
“Not even with me. I’m never going to agree with sharing you.” He grounds his hips down and the movement has me spreading and lifting my legs.
I moan as he slides his dick inside me again. “Fine by me. I love you.”
Jaejoong grunts out a reply and spends the next few minutes fucking me into the mattress, once again reaffirming that he is all I need, and all I will ever want in my life.
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
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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