Creation 4/4
Title: Creation 4/4
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17 legal slavery
Disclaimer: I do not legally own them, only in my brain and my delusions.
Summary: On a search through the city, Yunho finds something left unclaimed that he will love, cherish, and hold on to even as others try to take Hero away.
Warning: Legal slavery, a bit of body modification
A/N: I started writing this continuation a long time ago and after the "which fic should I write a continuation for" post, I realized that I had already started one for this. So I decided to finish it. I thought of making this its own post and then just decided to add it to the entire fic. It's not too far into the future for that and it makes more sense.
And as Mary says, YunJae with babies ... oops
Part 4:
One Year Later
Hero’s body thrums with pleasure, well on its way to an orgasm. He straddles Yunho’s lap, rubbing against his body, mouth captured in a heavy kiss. It started innocently enough, with just a smile and a few kisses, but Hero climbed into Yunho’s lap and never left, and now, he isn’t sure how long they have been making out on the couch. His shirt is bunched under his armpits, his jeans are unbuttoned. His erection is sliding against Yunho’s chest, leaving a wet line of precome down his stomach.
Something thuds against the door, and Hero jerks away from him.
Yunho sighs in frustration. But there is not another noise.
Hero meets his eyes. Yunho shrugs and tries to pull him back down to his mouth for more kisses.
Hero smiles and covers his mouth as he laughs silently. He slaps Yunho’s shoulder lightly and climbs off his lap despite Yunho’s sigh.
Hero stands and buttons his jeans over his erection. He heads to the door and Yunho follows him. He looks through the peephole and then flings the door open quickly. Yunho moves faster and is just in time to support Hero when something ... someone collapses into his arms.
Hero looks at Yunho, eyes wide with fear, when he registers the blood, the smell, and the shaking body. And the baby.
“Hyunjoong!” Yunho shouts and hopes the man hears.
Hero drags the bleeding body into the room and lays it down gently just inside the door.
“TaeTae,” Yunho says, and gasps and Hero is quick to wipe hair from the Creation’s pretty, bruised face.
“What the fuck?” Hyunjoong demands.
“Help,” Yunho says, and Hyunjoong nods and kneels and starts ordering Hero and Yunho around.
But Hero ignores him and gently takes the baby from the Creation’s arms.
Brown eyes flutter open and he opens his mouth, but no noise comes out as the baby obviously screams. Hero smiles at TaeTae and the other creation relaxes.
“What the hell?” Hyunjoong demands once Yunho is back from retrieving his emergency bag and even as he’s ripping away clothes to find all the different cuts and sores on the Creation’s body.
Yunho explains about TaeTae and Heechul.
Hyunjoong curses. “This is way out of my abilities, Yunho. He needs to go to a manufacturer.”
“He can’t.”
With another curse, Hyunjoong demands, “Get my phone out of my pocket. Call Youngsaeng.”
Yunho is quick to obey and puts the phone up to Hyunjoong’s ear and holds onto it while his hands stay busy at TaeTae’s throat.
“Hey!” he says, breath only labored a little bit. “I’m having a mechanical problem ... yeah, pretty serious. The engine is running but it’s about to die, and I can’t figure out why ... no, some of the hoses are cut ... can you bring me new ones? ... yeah, I am doing everything I can. I need your expertise to figure out the rest of the internal wiring ... yeah, it even came with its own bundle of joyful complications ... okay, no need to really hurry if you can’t make it today. I want to drive it during my trip in two weeks.”
Hyunjoong says goodbye and lets the phone fall. He glances up at Yunho and smirks, “Code, if you didn’t guess. He’ll be here in a couple of hours. Just have to keep this thing alive for that long.”
Hero isn’t sure how that is possible, but he leaves TaeTae in Hyunjoong’s hands and smiles down at the big brown eyes pointed up at him. He keeps a finger in the baby’s mouth. The baby had been crying, or at least what was considered crying for a Creation with no vocal chords. Hero isn’t sure how the baby was born without them, but he will do what he can to keep the baby happy even if it means giving up a finger.
But there is only so long that Hero can handle the smell and he moves first to the bedroom to snag one of Yunho’s many plain white t-shirts and to the bathroom where he has a fair bit amount of counter space. Or he would if Yunho wasn’t such a mindless slob some days.
Hero uses his free arm and pushes everything on the counter into the sink. The baby starts at the noise and opens its mouth soundlessly, wailing and suddenly crying its eyes out with big fat tears dripping down its cheeks.
Hero wishes he could make noises, sing, something to help the baby relax, but he can’t, so he cups the baby close for a little bit longer and rocks him, lets him chew on his finger, until the baby’s calm. Or calm enough to set it down on the cool counter and remove the cloth it is wrapped in.
Him, Hero corrects. Definitely a baby boy. A very dirty baby boy desperately in need of a diaper change.
Hero scrunches his nose up as he quickly disposes of the soiled rags. He keeps one hand on the baby’s stomach and uses the other to turn on the warm water and wet down a washcloth. He doesn’t dare leave the baby to grab his soap, so water will have to do for now. He cleans the baby carefully, mindful of his silent whimpers.
The poor thing is probably starving, but he is not old enough to eat normal food. Hero is sure the baby can’t be more than two months old. Which means this baby is not the baby that TaeTae was pregnant with when Hero was injured. TaeTae had almost been ready to give birth. Hero wonders what happened to the first baby. Had it not survived?
Yunho suddenly rushes into the bathroom and throws up in the toilet. The noise alarms the baby and he continues crying.
At least you’re clean now, Hero thinks at him and wraps the baby up in the t-shirt and a clean towel. He holds him close, rocking him gently.
He needs another hand to touch Yunho, but Yunho stands up. There is blood all over him, and Hero realizes that there is blood all over himself, too.
He tilts his head in question, and Yunho nods. “TaeTae is alive. Barely. The baby?”
Hero smiles widely and turns the baby so Yunho can look at his crying face.
“No noise?”
Hero shakes his head.
“Interesting. One of Hyunjoong’s friends is on his way over to help. I’m going to take a shower.”
Jaejoong nods and heads for the kitchen. He checks on Hyunjoong who is still steadily stitching up a gash on TaeTae’s arm.
The Creation is awake and its eyes widen when it sees Hero with the baby.
“Give the baby back. I can’t ... it will help it relax. Fuck whoever created this Creation.”
Hero is already loathe to give up the infant, but he places him in the Creation’s arms. The Creation smiles widely, eyes full of pain. The baby nuzzles and Hero helps the Creation shift enough that the baby can drink down his dinner.
“Hero,” Hyunjoong says, “I hate to throw this on you, but there is a shit ton of blood in the hallway.”
Hero smiles and nods in understanding. He’ll do his best to clean it up.
---
Youngsaeng arrives faster than he said and he shrugs when Hyunjoong accuses him of speeding. He kneels next to TaeTae, who is pale and weak, but still clutching its baby. Behind him enters Junggie, his Creation. Youngsaeng has a wide round face, black hair styled in layers around his head. He’s wearing jeans and a button down shirt. Junggie is pretty, as most creations are, with reddish hair and a soft smile. Dressed just like Youngsaeng, he beckons to Hero who follows him out of the apartment. They brought more medical supplies and equipment, and Hero helps carry it all into their apartment.
Youngsaeng grudgingly praises Hyunjoong’s work and then gets to work, knocking TaeTae out to deal with some of the more serious problems.
Hero takes the baby again, and Youngsaeng tells Yunho to go buy a list of baby supplies because who knows how long the baby will be with them.
Hero figures that people will be hungry soon, so he heads to the kitchen. It’s a bit difficult to put the finishing touches on jjigae with an infant in his arms, but the soup will sit and wait until it is needed to eat.
The infant yawns and Hero goes into the bedroom. He has nothing but their bed, but he walks back and forth, rocking him until he’s asleep. He builds a cage of pillows in the middle of the bed and gently places the baby there.
It is well into the night before the baby wakes up again, hungry and shouting his silent cries to the world. Yunho sleeps on the other side of the bed, but Hero stayed awake, just for this purpose. It is difficult to care for a baby when they make no noise.
Hero gently picks him up and carries him into the bathroom where he removes the soiled t-shirt and wraps him up in another one. Youngsaeng and Junggie are curled up on the couch. Hyunjoong is awake and tending to TaeTae in the armchair. He meets TaeTae’s eyes and smiles as he brings the baby closer.
There is a thick bandage on the Creation’s neck, many on its arms, and Hero knows there are even more under the blanket. Hero helps TaeTae position the baby so he can suckle at the Creation’s swollen breast. Hero wishes he could say something reassuring, but parent (mother?) and baby are in their own little world.
“I’m going to go back to my bed,” Hyunjoong says. “Youngsaeng is here to keep his eye on TaeTae. Are you hungry?”
TaeTae looks aways from the baby only long enough to nod.
“Feed it something small. The broth from your soup, just about half a cup.”
Hero nods in understanding and heads to the kitchen. He gets TaeTae the soup and helps the Creation eat it in small spoonfuls.
Thank you, TaeTae mouths.
Hero smiles.
“You should shower,” Youngsaeng says, “and sleep. I’ll be awake, okay?”
Hero smiles again and nods his thanks. He really does need a shower.
---
Fingers run through his hair. His face scrunches in his sleep, or not so sleep. He does not want to wake up. He’s exhausted and it takes a moment to remember TaeTae and the baby. Hero’s dark eyes blink open and he smiles. It’s moments like this where Hero wishes he could talk, wishes he could tell Yunho how happy he is and how much he loves him.
He knows of a way communicate, if he wants to be in deep trouble, but he does not want to risk his life with Yunho when a few smiles, lots of kisses, and powerful orgasms say the same thing.
The only thing he can do is hook his arms around Yunho’s neck and lean up for a kiss which Yunho gives him, but he keeps it short.
“We have visitors.”
Hero’s huffs, blowing messy hair off his forehead.
Yunho chuckles. “Youngsaeng has been up with the baby all night. He needs to rest.”
Hero nods and quickly climbs from the bed. He stops in the bathroom for a moment, and then goes into the main room.
“Good morning, Hero,” Youngsaeng whispers, swaying and bouncing with the baby in his arms. TaeTae is asleep in the chair and Junggie is watching his master with a fond smile. They both look very tired.
Hero hurries to him and takes the baby, and Yunho tells the two of them that they can shower and sleep in the bedroom.
Youngsaeng smiles and agrees that’s a good idea. He takes his Creation down the hall.
Hero stares down at the baby. He is awake, but thankfully, not crying. Yet. He is wearing actual baby clothes and a diaper, much better than the t-shirt from before.
“I made coffee,” Yunho whispers and kisses Hero’s cheek. He hands Hero a bottle and looks down at the baby over Hero’s shoulder. “He’s very pretty.”
Hero smiles widely and nods. Babies are always pretty though.
“You seem to know what to do with a baby. Previous owner?”
Hero nods and offers the baby the nipple of the bottle. He had one owner that had a wife and children. He was only used for servant duties. He had not minded that owner at all and it was rough when he was sold. To Micky. But Micky offered the poor family so much money that Hero does not blame the family for selling him.
But he isn’t going to think about that.
---
It’s well into the afternoon before they get some answers from Youngsaeng and TaeTae about what happened.
“TaeTae was ...” Youngsaeng stops and thinks for a moment, looking at the Creation. “Well, it wasn’t pretty. Its uterus was removed, so were its vocal chords. It’s almost like ... like someone was using his body as a torture experiment.”
Yunho watches TaeTae wince. “You can’t talk anymore?”
TaeTae shakes his head.
“Do you know how to write?” Youngsaeng asks.
Carefully, TaeTae nods.
“Do you want to write down what happened?”
TaeTae shrugs a single shoulder. Hero procures a pad of paper and a pencil, and trades them for TaeTae’s little baby boy.
“I could run a diagnostic on it back at my manufacturing plant, but without that, I don’t know what it was created for.”
“Tae was an experiment,” Yunho said and quickly told Youngsaeng about Hero being injured and Heechul’s ‘experiment.
“Heechul is an arrogant bastard,” Youngsaeng says. “I do not know how he even managed to get a Creation license let alone keep it.”
TaeTae writes slowly, but clearly. Yunho pulls Hero into his lap while they wait, smiling and cooing at the infant in his arms. The baby smiles and waves his arms up at Yunho. Yunho lets him grip one of his fingers. He feels Hero sigh, and leans away just enough to look at his Creation.
“What?”
This time, Hero shrugs, non-committal, but Hero knows his master, and he knows that Yunho will remember this moment and ask him about it later.
As soon as TaeTae is finished writing, Hero gives the baby back.
Hero is tempted to read the paper over his master’s shoulder, but he has been able to hide that ability for a long time, and now, in front of people, he knows better than to reveal it.
But Yunho looks at him and smiles and says, “TaeTae’s first baby was born with many defects and almost immediately destroyed. This was the second attempt. He is sure the only thing wrong with the baby is that it has no vocal chords. Heechul ... Heechul did not care, but thought to raise the baby as a Creation. He decided the problem was TaeTae and tried to make him back into a normal Creation with one gender and no voice. TaeTae ran away with the baby.”
Hero watches TaeTae, at how the Creation smiles down at the baby feeding from its swollen breast.
“What a bitch,” Youngsaeng says and stands to pace in the small living room. “Heechul messes around with human DNA and then expects an offspring of human and fucked-up human to be perfect? He isn’t the first one to try to have a baby with a Creation, but this is the first time I’ve seen a Creation with both genders expected to carry a child. This probably means he’s trying on another Creation.”
TaeTae nods.
“This is dangerous,” Youngsaeng continued. “You can’t stay here. If you’re discovered, Yunho will be arrested. You’re an undocumented Creation. Your records show that you’re set to be destroyed.”
“And the baby?” Yunho asks.
“The baby ... well, I couldn’t find any record of the baby. TaeTae will be okay enough to travel tomorrow. We’ll leave at midday and hope we don’t get stopped.”
“Which means you can’t speed,” Hyunjoong says.
“No need to anymore. I can take them to my manufacturing plant and secure them there, though if I’m caught, I’ll lose my license.”
“Sorry to drag you into this,” Yunho says.
“Don’t be. It’s always worth the risk to help those that cannot. Creations are voiceless, physically and politically. The only thing that is different between them and us is that their DNA was made in a lab instead of biologically. Quite technically, they’re humans too.”
Hero has heard that argument before, but does not really believe it. At least, not to that extent. He sure isn’t free to do what he wants. He isn’t free to go where he pleases. Even if they have the same molecular structure, there is no way he is human.
---
Hero stays up with the baby, taking turns with Junggie while the others sleep. They are awake until almost two a.m. when Hyunjoong says he will stay awake until his shift as an EMT starts in a few hours.
Hero gratefully falls into bed next to Yunho. He’s forgotten how exhausting a baby can be. But very adorable. Very worth the time and effort. He snuggles against Yunho, his almost perfect master. Only almost perfect because the man is a real slob. Hero wonders often how Yunho lived without him.
It’s near dawn when he’s shaken awake by Youngsaeng.
“TaeTae is missing,” he says.
Hero sit ups with a silent shout, eyes wide. Missing?
Youngsaeng shrugs and hands him a piece of paper. “You’re horrible at hiding this from someone who can tell,” he whispers.
Hero winces but takes the note and reads, “Please take care of my baby. I only came because Master was going to destroy him. You are such a good master, Yunho. You and Hero can take care of him so well.”
Hero curses, eyes narrowed, and looks up at Youngsaeng.
“Hyunjoong went across the hall to get ready for work, thinking he’d only be gone a few minutes, and when he came back, TaeTae was gone.”
Hero huffs.
“Hyunjoong went to look for him, but didn’t want to leave the apartment unattended. We will look for him when we leave, but it’s been an hour already. He’s either back with Heechul by now or ... well, who knows?”
Hero swallows, chest aching.
“Come on. We need to talk about this.”
Hero nods and stands up, only just noticing that Yunho is awake. Has been awake. Their bedroom door shuts.
“You can read?” Yunho whispers.
Hero winces and bites his lip. But what can he do? Lie to Yunho? Not possible. He nods.
“And write?”
Hero nods again.
“You are in so much trouble, beautiful.”
Pouting, Hero leans down for a kiss. Yunho allows it, even smiling, so Hero knows he’s not actually in trouble.
“How did you learn?”
Hero rubs his neck and does not look at him. Yunho shifts over to the edge of the bed, stretching before standing up. He saunters, muscles shifting under his clothes, to his desk and procures a pen and pad of paper.
Hero takes them with a resigned sigh. "My first master was not very strict with me. He left me alone a lot. I learned. It’s not that difficult when you’re determined."
Yunho chuckles when he reads it, sits down and plops his head on Hero’s shoulder.
Shaking, Hero continues to write. "But now I can tell you, how happy I am. You’re so nice to me, so good to me. Thank you. I’m so happy."
“Me, too. I’m so happy. I love you.”
And Hero’s hands are shaking too much answer, so he does what he always has and presses his fist to Yunho’s chest, above his heart.
“Hero,” Youngsaeng says from the door.
Hero smiles, kisses his master quickly, and then rises. Their hands entwine and Yunho leads them from the bedroom. Junggie is holding the baby, feeding him. He’s dressed in proper baby clothes, and even has a green blanket wrapped around him.
“We’re going to take the baby,” Youngsaeng says.
Hero’s eyes widen in alarm.
“We have to,” he continues. “Neither of you is able to care for it legally. If you’re caught ... well, Hero has a termination order on him and I know neither of you want that.”
Hero frowns, glancing at Yunho.
Yunho sighs. “It’s probably smart. I have no idea how to take care of a child even if Hero obviously does.”
Crossing his arms, Hero glares at Yunho.
“What? You want a kid?”
With a huff, Hero goes to the same notebook that TaeTae used and writes, “Who is going to take care of him?”
Hyunjoong whistles. “You little devil.”
Hero smiles at him and hands the pad over to Youngsaeng. He notes that Junggie also leans in to read it.
“We have a lot of Creations that can take care of him.”
Hero points at TaeTae’s note and then underlines the part that talks about Yunho being such a great master that he and Hero can take care of his baby.
“It isn’t legal, though,” Hyunjoong says. “What if you’re caught with him? Both Hero and the baby will be taken away.”
Youngsaeng rubs his neck. “Well, I guess we’d could change his records.”
“Can you?”
“No, but Kyujong can.”
“Fuck him.”
Hero flinches at the harshness of that. "Who is Kyujoong?" he writes.
“Ex-very very will always be an ex-boyfriend. Fucking asshole.”
“Stop being so dramatic. He moved away and sort of didn’t tell Hyunjoong.”
“Asshole.”
Hero smiles and shakes his head. “Is it dangerous? To change records?”
“It’s always dangerous, but he can do it.” Youngsaeng sighs. “Are you sure? Is it worth the risk?”
Hero looks at the baby and nods. "Please."
Youngsaeng looks over at Yunho.
“Hey, don’t look at me. Last time I attempted to control Hero, I ended up sleeping on the couch for a few days.”
Hero smiles. That had been their first real fight. Hero was glad he had a reason not to talk to Yunho until the other had come to apologize.
“Fine. Look, we really need to leave. I have the baby’s DNA, I can either match it with its identity code in the official records, or if Heechul hasn’t made one yet, I can do it and then Kyujong will go in and fake some records, okay?”
Yunho frowns and crosses his arms. Smiling, Hero moves to him.
“I don’t like this,” Yunho whispers. “I don’t want to lose you.”
Hero nods and writes, "I know, but it’s not the baby’s fault he has a shitty father. We can give him a home. Love. You love me. You’ll love him too. Please."
Yunho sighs and nods. “If it can be done without ... well, if it can’t ...”
Hero nods again and writes, "Agreed. Only if it can be done quietly. If not, Youngsaeng will take him."
“If there’s any chance of being discovered,” Yunho started.
“We’ll call it off,” Youngsaeng said.
“Settled?” Hyunjoong asks rubbing his hands together. “Good. I need to get to work. Tell Kyujong I say to go fuck himself.”
Youngsaeng huffs. “He didn’t leave on purpose.”
“Don’t care,” Hyunjoong says and is out the door.
Hero lifts an eyebrow.
“It’s a secret,” Youngsaeng says. “His sister was sick and he didn’t want Hyunjoong to worry and he didn’t want to drag Hyunjoong through the depression he suffered after she passed away. He moved home to help with her care. I keep telling Kyujong-ie to call him. They’ll figure their shit out as soon as Kyujong is honest with him.”
Junggie walks over to Hero and exchanges baby for notepad. He presses a kiss to the baby’s head.
“We really need to leave,” Youngsaeng says. “We’ve been here too long and hopefully haven’t raised suspicion. Call me, if you need anything. Or Hero, you can send me a text okay?”
Hero nods and realizes he’s rocking the baby back and forth. He really wishes he could sing. But Yunho can, and does sometimes. He will definitely make Yunho sing more often.
Yunho walks out the door with him, helping them carry their things down to the car.
Hero stares at the baby, at the pretty eyes that open, the way the baby yawns. He’s almost asleep and Hero keeps moving. It will be difficult at first, learning what he needs to do and not do. It’s going to be hard because the baby can’t scream or cry.
But he’s so sweet and so precious. For TaeTae, Hero will take care of him.
Yunho returns and moves to them, arms wrapping around Hero and the baby. He kisses the baby’s head.
“So,” Yunho says, voice just above a whisper when he notices the sleeping baby, “I really hope you know what you’re doing.”
Hero smiles and nods.
“Guess we need to name this thing.”
Hero glares at him. Thing? Really. Thing?
Yunho chuckles. “Fine. Baby. We need to name this baby.”
Hero nods.
“We should name him Tae-something, because of TaeTae. Maybe Taehyung.”
Hero smiles widely and nods. He likes that name.
“This is going to be a shit-ton of work.”
Hero nods again.
“I guess with you by my side though, I can deal with it.”
Hero rolls his eyes even as his chest tightens. Yunho turns his head enough for a kiss.
“By my side,” he says. “Forever?”
It’s actually a question, and Hero does understand that. Yunho has always given him a choice. He smiles and kisses him back, the only real answer that either of them has ever needed to give.
Part 3: Spanking
Part 2: Hurting
Part 1: Meeting
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Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17 legal slavery
Disclaimer: I do not legally own them, only in my brain and my delusions.
Summary: On a search through the city, Yunho finds something left unclaimed that he will love, cherish, and hold on to even as others try to take Hero away.
Warning: Legal slavery, a bit of body modification
A/N: I started writing this continuation a long time ago and after the "which fic should I write a continuation for" post, I realized that I had already started one for this. So I decided to finish it. I thought of making this its own post and then just decided to add it to the entire fic. It's not too far into the future for that and it makes more sense.
And as Mary says, YunJae with babies ... oops
Part 4:
One Year Later
Hero’s body thrums with pleasure, well on its way to an orgasm. He straddles Yunho’s lap, rubbing against his body, mouth captured in a heavy kiss. It started innocently enough, with just a smile and a few kisses, but Hero climbed into Yunho’s lap and never left, and now, he isn’t sure how long they have been making out on the couch. His shirt is bunched under his armpits, his jeans are unbuttoned. His erection is sliding against Yunho’s chest, leaving a wet line of precome down his stomach.
Something thuds against the door, and Hero jerks away from him.
Yunho sighs in frustration. But there is not another noise.
Hero meets his eyes. Yunho shrugs and tries to pull him back down to his mouth for more kisses.
Hero smiles and covers his mouth as he laughs silently. He slaps Yunho’s shoulder lightly and climbs off his lap despite Yunho’s sigh.
Hero stands and buttons his jeans over his erection. He heads to the door and Yunho follows him. He looks through the peephole and then flings the door open quickly. Yunho moves faster and is just in time to support Hero when something ... someone collapses into his arms.
Hero looks at Yunho, eyes wide with fear, when he registers the blood, the smell, and the shaking body. And the baby.
“Hyunjoong!” Yunho shouts and hopes the man hears.
Hero drags the bleeding body into the room and lays it down gently just inside the door.
“TaeTae,” Yunho says, and gasps and Hero is quick to wipe hair from the Creation’s pretty, bruised face.
“What the fuck?” Hyunjoong demands.
“Help,” Yunho says, and Hyunjoong nods and kneels and starts ordering Hero and Yunho around.
But Hero ignores him and gently takes the baby from the Creation’s arms.
Brown eyes flutter open and he opens his mouth, but no noise comes out as the baby obviously screams. Hero smiles at TaeTae and the other creation relaxes.
“What the hell?” Hyunjoong demands once Yunho is back from retrieving his emergency bag and even as he’s ripping away clothes to find all the different cuts and sores on the Creation’s body.
Yunho explains about TaeTae and Heechul.
Hyunjoong curses. “This is way out of my abilities, Yunho. He needs to go to a manufacturer.”
“He can’t.”
With another curse, Hyunjoong demands, “Get my phone out of my pocket. Call Youngsaeng.”
Yunho is quick to obey and puts the phone up to Hyunjoong’s ear and holds onto it while his hands stay busy at TaeTae’s throat.
“Hey!” he says, breath only labored a little bit. “I’m having a mechanical problem ... yeah, pretty serious. The engine is running but it’s about to die, and I can’t figure out why ... no, some of the hoses are cut ... can you bring me new ones? ... yeah, I am doing everything I can. I need your expertise to figure out the rest of the internal wiring ... yeah, it even came with its own bundle of joyful complications ... okay, no need to really hurry if you can’t make it today. I want to drive it during my trip in two weeks.”
Hyunjoong says goodbye and lets the phone fall. He glances up at Yunho and smirks, “Code, if you didn’t guess. He’ll be here in a couple of hours. Just have to keep this thing alive for that long.”
Hero isn’t sure how that is possible, but he leaves TaeTae in Hyunjoong’s hands and smiles down at the big brown eyes pointed up at him. He keeps a finger in the baby’s mouth. The baby had been crying, or at least what was considered crying for a Creation with no vocal chords. Hero isn’t sure how the baby was born without them, but he will do what he can to keep the baby happy even if it means giving up a finger.
But there is only so long that Hero can handle the smell and he moves first to the bedroom to snag one of Yunho’s many plain white t-shirts and to the bathroom where he has a fair bit amount of counter space. Or he would if Yunho wasn’t such a mindless slob some days.
Hero uses his free arm and pushes everything on the counter into the sink. The baby starts at the noise and opens its mouth soundlessly, wailing and suddenly crying its eyes out with big fat tears dripping down its cheeks.
Hero wishes he could make noises, sing, something to help the baby relax, but he can’t, so he cups the baby close for a little bit longer and rocks him, lets him chew on his finger, until the baby’s calm. Or calm enough to set it down on the cool counter and remove the cloth it is wrapped in.
Him, Hero corrects. Definitely a baby boy. A very dirty baby boy desperately in need of a diaper change.
Hero scrunches his nose up as he quickly disposes of the soiled rags. He keeps one hand on the baby’s stomach and uses the other to turn on the warm water and wet down a washcloth. He doesn’t dare leave the baby to grab his soap, so water will have to do for now. He cleans the baby carefully, mindful of his silent whimpers.
The poor thing is probably starving, but he is not old enough to eat normal food. Hero is sure the baby can’t be more than two months old. Which means this baby is not the baby that TaeTae was pregnant with when Hero was injured. TaeTae had almost been ready to give birth. Hero wonders what happened to the first baby. Had it not survived?
Yunho suddenly rushes into the bathroom and throws up in the toilet. The noise alarms the baby and he continues crying.
At least you’re clean now, Hero thinks at him and wraps the baby up in the t-shirt and a clean towel. He holds him close, rocking him gently.
He needs another hand to touch Yunho, but Yunho stands up. There is blood all over him, and Hero realizes that there is blood all over himself, too.
He tilts his head in question, and Yunho nods. “TaeTae is alive. Barely. The baby?”
Hero smiles widely and turns the baby so Yunho can look at his crying face.
“No noise?”
Hero shakes his head.
“Interesting. One of Hyunjoong’s friends is on his way over to help. I’m going to take a shower.”
Jaejoong nods and heads for the kitchen. He checks on Hyunjoong who is still steadily stitching up a gash on TaeTae’s arm.
The Creation is awake and its eyes widen when it sees Hero with the baby.
“Give the baby back. I can’t ... it will help it relax. Fuck whoever created this Creation.”
Hero is already loathe to give up the infant, but he places him in the Creation’s arms. The Creation smiles widely, eyes full of pain. The baby nuzzles and Hero helps the Creation shift enough that the baby can drink down his dinner.
“Hero,” Hyunjoong says, “I hate to throw this on you, but there is a shit ton of blood in the hallway.”
Hero smiles and nods in understanding. He’ll do his best to clean it up.
---
Youngsaeng arrives faster than he said and he shrugs when Hyunjoong accuses him of speeding. He kneels next to TaeTae, who is pale and weak, but still clutching its baby. Behind him enters Junggie, his Creation. Youngsaeng has a wide round face, black hair styled in layers around his head. He’s wearing jeans and a button down shirt. Junggie is pretty, as most creations are, with reddish hair and a soft smile. Dressed just like Youngsaeng, he beckons to Hero who follows him out of the apartment. They brought more medical supplies and equipment, and Hero helps carry it all into their apartment.
Youngsaeng grudgingly praises Hyunjoong’s work and then gets to work, knocking TaeTae out to deal with some of the more serious problems.
Hero takes the baby again, and Youngsaeng tells Yunho to go buy a list of baby supplies because who knows how long the baby will be with them.
Hero figures that people will be hungry soon, so he heads to the kitchen. It’s a bit difficult to put the finishing touches on jjigae with an infant in his arms, but the soup will sit and wait until it is needed to eat.
The infant yawns and Hero goes into the bedroom. He has nothing but their bed, but he walks back and forth, rocking him until he’s asleep. He builds a cage of pillows in the middle of the bed and gently places the baby there.
It is well into the night before the baby wakes up again, hungry and shouting his silent cries to the world. Yunho sleeps on the other side of the bed, but Hero stayed awake, just for this purpose. It is difficult to care for a baby when they make no noise.
Hero gently picks him up and carries him into the bathroom where he removes the soiled t-shirt and wraps him up in another one. Youngsaeng and Junggie are curled up on the couch. Hyunjoong is awake and tending to TaeTae in the armchair. He meets TaeTae’s eyes and smiles as he brings the baby closer.
There is a thick bandage on the Creation’s neck, many on its arms, and Hero knows there are even more under the blanket. Hero helps TaeTae position the baby so he can suckle at the Creation’s swollen breast. Hero wishes he could say something reassuring, but parent (mother?) and baby are in their own little world.
“I’m going to go back to my bed,” Hyunjoong says. “Youngsaeng is here to keep his eye on TaeTae. Are you hungry?”
TaeTae looks aways from the baby only long enough to nod.
“Feed it something small. The broth from your soup, just about half a cup.”
Hero nods in understanding and heads to the kitchen. He gets TaeTae the soup and helps the Creation eat it in small spoonfuls.
Thank you, TaeTae mouths.
Hero smiles.
“You should shower,” Youngsaeng says, “and sleep. I’ll be awake, okay?”
Hero smiles again and nods his thanks. He really does need a shower.
---
Fingers run through his hair. His face scrunches in his sleep, or not so sleep. He does not want to wake up. He’s exhausted and it takes a moment to remember TaeTae and the baby. Hero’s dark eyes blink open and he smiles. It’s moments like this where Hero wishes he could talk, wishes he could tell Yunho how happy he is and how much he loves him.
He knows of a way communicate, if he wants to be in deep trouble, but he does not want to risk his life with Yunho when a few smiles, lots of kisses, and powerful orgasms say the same thing.
The only thing he can do is hook his arms around Yunho’s neck and lean up for a kiss which Yunho gives him, but he keeps it short.
“We have visitors.”
Hero’s huffs, blowing messy hair off his forehead.
Yunho chuckles. “Youngsaeng has been up with the baby all night. He needs to rest.”
Hero nods and quickly climbs from the bed. He stops in the bathroom for a moment, and then goes into the main room.
“Good morning, Hero,” Youngsaeng whispers, swaying and bouncing with the baby in his arms. TaeTae is asleep in the chair and Junggie is watching his master with a fond smile. They both look very tired.
Hero hurries to him and takes the baby, and Yunho tells the two of them that they can shower and sleep in the bedroom.
Youngsaeng smiles and agrees that’s a good idea. He takes his Creation down the hall.
Hero stares down at the baby. He is awake, but thankfully, not crying. Yet. He is wearing actual baby clothes and a diaper, much better than the t-shirt from before.
“I made coffee,” Yunho whispers and kisses Hero’s cheek. He hands Hero a bottle and looks down at the baby over Hero’s shoulder. “He’s very pretty.”
Hero smiles widely and nods. Babies are always pretty though.
“You seem to know what to do with a baby. Previous owner?”
Hero nods and offers the baby the nipple of the bottle. He had one owner that had a wife and children. He was only used for servant duties. He had not minded that owner at all and it was rough when he was sold. To Micky. But Micky offered the poor family so much money that Hero does not blame the family for selling him.
But he isn’t going to think about that.
---
It’s well into the afternoon before they get some answers from Youngsaeng and TaeTae about what happened.
“TaeTae was ...” Youngsaeng stops and thinks for a moment, looking at the Creation. “Well, it wasn’t pretty. Its uterus was removed, so were its vocal chords. It’s almost like ... like someone was using his body as a torture experiment.”
Yunho watches TaeTae wince. “You can’t talk anymore?”
TaeTae shakes his head.
“Do you know how to write?” Youngsaeng asks.
Carefully, TaeTae nods.
“Do you want to write down what happened?”
TaeTae shrugs a single shoulder. Hero procures a pad of paper and a pencil, and trades them for TaeTae’s little baby boy.
“I could run a diagnostic on it back at my manufacturing plant, but without that, I don’t know what it was created for.”
“Tae was an experiment,” Yunho said and quickly told Youngsaeng about Hero being injured and Heechul’s ‘experiment.
“Heechul is an arrogant bastard,” Youngsaeng says. “I do not know how he even managed to get a Creation license let alone keep it.”
TaeTae writes slowly, but clearly. Yunho pulls Hero into his lap while they wait, smiling and cooing at the infant in his arms. The baby smiles and waves his arms up at Yunho. Yunho lets him grip one of his fingers. He feels Hero sigh, and leans away just enough to look at his Creation.
“What?”
This time, Hero shrugs, non-committal, but Hero knows his master, and he knows that Yunho will remember this moment and ask him about it later.
As soon as TaeTae is finished writing, Hero gives the baby back.
Hero is tempted to read the paper over his master’s shoulder, but he has been able to hide that ability for a long time, and now, in front of people, he knows better than to reveal it.
But Yunho looks at him and smiles and says, “TaeTae’s first baby was born with many defects and almost immediately destroyed. This was the second attempt. He is sure the only thing wrong with the baby is that it has no vocal chords. Heechul ... Heechul did not care, but thought to raise the baby as a Creation. He decided the problem was TaeTae and tried to make him back into a normal Creation with one gender and no voice. TaeTae ran away with the baby.”
Hero watches TaeTae, at how the Creation smiles down at the baby feeding from its swollen breast.
“What a bitch,” Youngsaeng says and stands to pace in the small living room. “Heechul messes around with human DNA and then expects an offspring of human and fucked-up human to be perfect? He isn’t the first one to try to have a baby with a Creation, but this is the first time I’ve seen a Creation with both genders expected to carry a child. This probably means he’s trying on another Creation.”
TaeTae nods.
“This is dangerous,” Youngsaeng continued. “You can’t stay here. If you’re discovered, Yunho will be arrested. You’re an undocumented Creation. Your records show that you’re set to be destroyed.”
“And the baby?” Yunho asks.
“The baby ... well, I couldn’t find any record of the baby. TaeTae will be okay enough to travel tomorrow. We’ll leave at midday and hope we don’t get stopped.”
“Which means you can’t speed,” Hyunjoong says.
“No need to anymore. I can take them to my manufacturing plant and secure them there, though if I’m caught, I’ll lose my license.”
“Sorry to drag you into this,” Yunho says.
“Don’t be. It’s always worth the risk to help those that cannot. Creations are voiceless, physically and politically. The only thing that is different between them and us is that their DNA was made in a lab instead of biologically. Quite technically, they’re humans too.”
Hero has heard that argument before, but does not really believe it. At least, not to that extent. He sure isn’t free to do what he wants. He isn’t free to go where he pleases. Even if they have the same molecular structure, there is no way he is human.
---
Hero stays up with the baby, taking turns with Junggie while the others sleep. They are awake until almost two a.m. when Hyunjoong says he will stay awake until his shift as an EMT starts in a few hours.
Hero gratefully falls into bed next to Yunho. He’s forgotten how exhausting a baby can be. But very adorable. Very worth the time and effort. He snuggles against Yunho, his almost perfect master. Only almost perfect because the man is a real slob. Hero wonders often how Yunho lived without him.
It’s near dawn when he’s shaken awake by Youngsaeng.
“TaeTae is missing,” he says.
Hero sit ups with a silent shout, eyes wide. Missing?
Youngsaeng shrugs and hands him a piece of paper. “You’re horrible at hiding this from someone who can tell,” he whispers.
Hero winces but takes the note and reads, “Please take care of my baby. I only came because Master was going to destroy him. You are such a good master, Yunho. You and Hero can take care of him so well.”
Hero curses, eyes narrowed, and looks up at Youngsaeng.
“Hyunjoong went across the hall to get ready for work, thinking he’d only be gone a few minutes, and when he came back, TaeTae was gone.”
Hero huffs.
“Hyunjoong went to look for him, but didn’t want to leave the apartment unattended. We will look for him when we leave, but it’s been an hour already. He’s either back with Heechul by now or ... well, who knows?”
Hero swallows, chest aching.
“Come on. We need to talk about this.”
Hero nods and stands up, only just noticing that Yunho is awake. Has been awake. Their bedroom door shuts.
“You can read?” Yunho whispers.
Hero winces and bites his lip. But what can he do? Lie to Yunho? Not possible. He nods.
“And write?”
Hero nods again.
“You are in so much trouble, beautiful.”
Pouting, Hero leans down for a kiss. Yunho allows it, even smiling, so Hero knows he’s not actually in trouble.
“How did you learn?”
Hero rubs his neck and does not look at him. Yunho shifts over to the edge of the bed, stretching before standing up. He saunters, muscles shifting under his clothes, to his desk and procures a pen and pad of paper.
Hero takes them with a resigned sigh. "My first master was not very strict with me. He left me alone a lot. I learned. It’s not that difficult when you’re determined."
Yunho chuckles when he reads it, sits down and plops his head on Hero’s shoulder.
Shaking, Hero continues to write. "But now I can tell you, how happy I am. You’re so nice to me, so good to me. Thank you. I’m so happy."
“Me, too. I’m so happy. I love you.”
And Hero’s hands are shaking too much answer, so he does what he always has and presses his fist to Yunho’s chest, above his heart.
“Hero,” Youngsaeng says from the door.
Hero smiles, kisses his master quickly, and then rises. Their hands entwine and Yunho leads them from the bedroom. Junggie is holding the baby, feeding him. He’s dressed in proper baby clothes, and even has a green blanket wrapped around him.
“We’re going to take the baby,” Youngsaeng says.
Hero’s eyes widen in alarm.
“We have to,” he continues. “Neither of you is able to care for it legally. If you’re caught ... well, Hero has a termination order on him and I know neither of you want that.”
Hero frowns, glancing at Yunho.
Yunho sighs. “It’s probably smart. I have no idea how to take care of a child even if Hero obviously does.”
Crossing his arms, Hero glares at Yunho.
“What? You want a kid?”
With a huff, Hero goes to the same notebook that TaeTae used and writes, “Who is going to take care of him?”
Hyunjoong whistles. “You little devil.”
Hero smiles at him and hands the pad over to Youngsaeng. He notes that Junggie also leans in to read it.
“We have a lot of Creations that can take care of him.”
Hero points at TaeTae’s note and then underlines the part that talks about Yunho being such a great master that he and Hero can take care of his baby.
“It isn’t legal, though,” Hyunjoong says. “What if you’re caught with him? Both Hero and the baby will be taken away.”
Youngsaeng rubs his neck. “Well, I guess we’d could change his records.”
“Can you?”
“No, but Kyujong can.”
“Fuck him.”
Hero flinches at the harshness of that. "Who is Kyujoong?" he writes.
“Ex-very very will always be an ex-boyfriend. Fucking asshole.”
“Stop being so dramatic. He moved away and sort of didn’t tell Hyunjoong.”
“Asshole.”
Hero smiles and shakes his head. “Is it dangerous? To change records?”
“It’s always dangerous, but he can do it.” Youngsaeng sighs. “Are you sure? Is it worth the risk?”
Hero looks at the baby and nods. "Please."
Youngsaeng looks over at Yunho.
“Hey, don’t look at me. Last time I attempted to control Hero, I ended up sleeping on the couch for a few days.”
Hero smiles. That had been their first real fight. Hero was glad he had a reason not to talk to Yunho until the other had come to apologize.
“Fine. Look, we really need to leave. I have the baby’s DNA, I can either match it with its identity code in the official records, or if Heechul hasn’t made one yet, I can do it and then Kyujong will go in and fake some records, okay?”
Yunho frowns and crosses his arms. Smiling, Hero moves to him.
“I don’t like this,” Yunho whispers. “I don’t want to lose you.”
Hero nods and writes, "I know, but it’s not the baby’s fault he has a shitty father. We can give him a home. Love. You love me. You’ll love him too. Please."
Yunho sighs and nods. “If it can be done without ... well, if it can’t ...”
Hero nods again and writes, "Agreed. Only if it can be done quietly. If not, Youngsaeng will take him."
“If there’s any chance of being discovered,” Yunho started.
“We’ll call it off,” Youngsaeng said.
“Settled?” Hyunjoong asks rubbing his hands together. “Good. I need to get to work. Tell Kyujong I say to go fuck himself.”
Youngsaeng huffs. “He didn’t leave on purpose.”
“Don’t care,” Hyunjoong says and is out the door.
Hero lifts an eyebrow.
“It’s a secret,” Youngsaeng says. “His sister was sick and he didn’t want Hyunjoong to worry and he didn’t want to drag Hyunjoong through the depression he suffered after she passed away. He moved home to help with her care. I keep telling Kyujong-ie to call him. They’ll figure their shit out as soon as Kyujong is honest with him.”
Junggie walks over to Hero and exchanges baby for notepad. He presses a kiss to the baby’s head.
“We really need to leave,” Youngsaeng says. “We’ve been here too long and hopefully haven’t raised suspicion. Call me, if you need anything. Or Hero, you can send me a text okay?”
Hero nods and realizes he’s rocking the baby back and forth. He really wishes he could sing. But Yunho can, and does sometimes. He will definitely make Yunho sing more often.
Yunho walks out the door with him, helping them carry their things down to the car.
Hero stares at the baby, at the pretty eyes that open, the way the baby yawns. He’s almost asleep and Hero keeps moving. It will be difficult at first, learning what he needs to do and not do. It’s going to be hard because the baby can’t scream or cry.
But he’s so sweet and so precious. For TaeTae, Hero will take care of him.
Yunho returns and moves to them, arms wrapping around Hero and the baby. He kisses the baby’s head.
“So,” Yunho says, voice just above a whisper when he notices the sleeping baby, “I really hope you know what you’re doing.”
Hero smiles and nods.
“Guess we need to name this thing.”
Hero glares at him. Thing? Really. Thing?
Yunho chuckles. “Fine. Baby. We need to name this baby.”
Hero nods.
“We should name him Tae-something, because of TaeTae. Maybe Taehyung.”
Hero smiles widely and nods. He likes that name.
“This is going to be a shit-ton of work.”
Hero nods again.
“I guess with you by my side though, I can deal with it.”
Hero rolls his eyes even as his chest tightens. Yunho turns his head enough for a kiss.
“By my side,” he says. “Forever?”
It’s actually a question, and Hero does understand that. Yunho has always given him a choice. He smiles and kisses him back, the only real answer that either of them has ever needed to give.
Part 3: Spanking
Part 2: Hurting
Part 1: Meeting
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