Favored 1/4
Title: Favored 1/4
Pairing: Jaejoong/Changmin/Xiah, Yunho/Heechul, Minho/Key (minor pairings: Yunho/Jaejoong, Yoochun/Jaejoong, so many)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: As with most Gods, they do not belong to me and I only worship them.
Summary: Jaejoong must choose a suitor to sire another child. He choses a human and ends up getting more than expected.
Warning: incest, religious themes, horny Gods, demons, mpreg
A/N: I am blaming Changmin. He's the one that created Xiahism. As with most of my fics, I have no excuse for this.
The main pairing of this fic is Jaejoong/Changmin/Xiah. There is some Yunho/Jaejoong, enough of it that I'm tagging it as YunJae, but remember that it is not the main pairing.
There are so many smaller pairings, mostly implied in this fic. It is heavily labeled incest and mpreg.
Part 1:
Warning: incest, religious themes, horny Gods, demons, mpreg. The main pairing of this fic is Jaejoong/Changmin/Xiah. There is some Yunho/Jaejoong, but it is not the main pairing.
Can I keep him?
He’s a demon, don’t be ridiculous.
But he’s so pretty, Please, Father. Please. I’ll take care of him. I’ll clean up after him. I won’t let him escape. Please.
No. He does not belong here and I will have strong words with my Brother about allowing such filth--
He’s not! Please, he’s not filth, I want him.
No, Jaejoong. No.
But he’s here. Please. Just for a little while. I want to play with him. Please. Please! You can send him home later, please. Just for a little while.
You adorable child. You will soon be the God of Always Getting Your Way. You may play with him, but if he gets loose, you’re the one that will have to destroy him.
Thank you, Father!
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Jaejoong ran his fingers through his pretty Xiah’s white hair. Xiah moaned and canted into the touch, begging for a harder scratch.
Jaejoong obliged.
He pondered the line of suitors before him: a few higher deities, some demi-gods, two gorgeous humans who would gain eternal life if Jaejoong chose them. They in turn pondered him.
But a few were glaring at the demon kneeling at Jaejoong’s feet. That would not do. Whoever he chose to sire an heir with had to know and understand that his pretty Xiah was a constant fixture in his life. He had been since Jaejoong was only a child, before he was even a God by anyone’s standards.
True, Xiah had sullied his reputation. He quite technically was the God of Music, but he was also the God of Sex, Lust and Seduction. Some of the more devout followers had also started cults in his name to Sadism and Masochism.
Not that Jaejoong really minded. He Loved sex. Every single form of it.
Especially when it involved his pretty pet.
Humans were so much fun to play with. He stared at them both for a very long time.
After an hour of deliberation, Jaejoong shortened the pool, by pointing at those he wished to consider further: Both humans, one demi-god that attempted to seduce Jaejoong on more than one occasion, and he usually succeeded (the fact that he was here had Jaejoong splitting his side laughing ... mentally of course, this was official business), and two of the higher deities.
This was such a tedious process. He was glad he only had to do this every fifty years or so.
As soon as those dismissed were out of the room, Jaejoong stood up from his chair. Down one step, and Xiah whimpered in protest.
Jaejoong looked over his shoulder, lifted an eyebrow, and said, “Xiah. Silence.”
Xiah pouted and Jaejoong fought the urge to coo. He was so pretty, with soft features contrasted sharply with his pure black eyes. He stared a bit longer, at the way the black clothes contrasted with his pale skin and white hair. Black in a sea of white.
Jaejoong had played up their opposites today. His own hair was black and his robes almost as white as Xiah’s hair. His eyes were blue, a trait inherited from his Father. His own white robes were more for display than modesty. He enjoyed being naked and frequently appeared on Earth that way. All of his statues and paintings were done in the nude, even those depicting him pregnant.
He walked around the five beings, doing nothing more than getting a closer look at their muscles and dicks. One of the humans was perfectly crafted, with a hue of skin a shade darker than normal and muscles almost cut from stone. He completely hairless, save for Jaejoong’s symbol shaved in a patch of hair just to the right of his penis. Many of his symbols were phallus shaped, or actually erections. This one was his very first symbol: a harp.
“I see the handiwork of the votaries of the Temple of Zerif in your body,” Jaejoong murmured.
The human swallowed. “Yes, my Lord.”
“Beautiful. Their work has paid off since I desire you more than I desire another God in my bed.”
“It is for your pleasure, my Lord.”
The second human was taller, sturdier. He looked more like a warrior and less like a willing offering. His muscles were strong and well-defined, but Jaejoong could tell they were built through a life of hard work and fighting, not as manufactured as the others. He had a very nice looking cock that hung from a thatch of dark hair.
Both humans were fine specimens and definitely worthy of bedding Jaejoong.
He moved to the demi-god next. Smiling, he touched him, a finger trailing over his collarbone. “Yoochun-ie, darling. How are you?”
“Fine, Father.”
One of the humans gasped.
Jaejoong chuckled. “Trying again?”
“For your pleasure, Father.”
Jaejoong kept touching, down his smooth chest, down toward his hardening cock. “When I can believe that, then I will choose you. You are here because you want me.”
“Desperately.”
Jaejoong tilted his chin up and stared into his pretty brown eyes. “You made the first cut this time. Perhaps one day ...”
He rubbed his hand over Yoochun’s cheek, fingers soft along his jawline. Yoochun canted up into it with a whimper. He was almost as sensitive as Xiah. He also Loved Xiah almost as much as Jaejoong did.
But he had standards. Yoochun-ie was not yet old enough to sire a proper offspring. He still stumbled around with his immortality. He still floundered on Earth and caused a bit of a ruckus among the humans.
But there was one devout group of humans who worshiped him. Yoochun-ie did not know that yet, but Jaejoong had seen their shrine. Son of Music, was his official title, with a symbol of a flute. Well, a very phallic looking flute.
Jaejoong was proud of him. Yoochun-ie was one of his better children, though he could not remember who his other father had been.
“Precious, Yoochun,” he whispered and leaned forward to press a lip to his mouth. “You know you never have to be my suitor to join me in my bed.”
Yoochun swallowed roughly. “Yes, Father, but as your suitor, I am allowed to lay claim to you for five years.”
Jaejoong laughed. “Such possession. Maybe next time.”
Yoochun frowned, but he lowered his head in a deep bow.
Jaejoong moved on to the two higher deities. One he did not particularly like, Kyuhyun. He was an arrogant snot, and the God of Games when talking to his face, and the God of Cheating and Manipulation when talking behind his back. But he was strong. Their offspring could perhaps rival the God of Art in terms of power.
And the other, Onew, the God of Laughter, was one of Jaejoong’s favorites. He had sired a child with him just a few selections ago. While lower in power than Jaejoong usually liked, their Little Taemin already had a following of devoted women proclaiming him the God of Joy. He was still a bit too young, but he would soon be a God.
Plus Onew had a massive erection. Jaejoong Loved it. Xiah sometimes craved it.
“Kyuhyun, why do you even try?”
Kyuhyun smirked. “Why do you never send me away in the first round?”
Jaejoong rolled his eyes. “Your arrogance is annoying.”
“So is your beauty.”
Jaejoong felt himself flush and scowled. Kyuhyun chuckled in victory.
“Get out,” Jaejoong muttered.
Kyuhyun bowed deeply, almost in half. “As my Lord wishes.”
He turned back to Onew and smiled. “What if our next child is nothing compared to the beauty of Little Taemin? Whatever would we do?”
Onew laughed. “I have thought of that, of course, but I did not wish to have it affect my need for you.”
Jaejoong smiled. Need. He Loved that word. As the God of Lust, he had a habit of making others addicted to him.
“I am yours for the taking, as I always am.”
Jaejoong shook his head. “Maybe once Taemin is settled in with his power and followers. He is still too young. I would hate to give him competition.”
Onew bowed low. “As you command, My Lord.”
Jaejoong turned back to the other three. His beautiful son, and the two humans.
A human this time then.
He walked by Yoochun, letting his fingers graze over his hipbone and dick. It hardened almost immediately, and Jaejoong felt Xiah stir at Yoochun’s needy whimper. He Loved to tease Yoochun. The teasing made him stronger. And it made Jaejoong more eager for the next time he allowed Yoochun into his bed.
He stopped in front of the offering from the Temple of Zerif. “What is your name?”
“Jonghyun, my Lord.”
“And you?”
“Changmin, my Lord.”
“Both of you are gorgeous.” Jaejoong touched Jonghyun first. Letting his hand slide down his smooth chest, all the way to the symbol by his dick. His body was almost sculpted of muscle. “You are very well presented. The votaries must be frustrated that I have not chosen a token from them for many hundreds of years.”
“We do our best to be acceptable.”
“You are acceptable, but ...” Jaejoong walked behind him, fingers trailing down his spine to his ass. “The offerings from the Temple of Zerif are always acceptable. But there is only one problem.”
“I will inform them and we will adjust.” His skin shook under Jaejoong’s touches.
Jaejoong shook his head. “I am not sure that your votaries will be willing.”
“If you are willing to command, we are always willing to obey.”
Jaejoong stepped into him, mouth against his shoulder for a moment. His other hand went up to his chest, tugging at his nipples.
“You remind me of prey,” Jaejoong whispered into his ear.
He moaned, mouth opening.
“And you react as prey. If this were only a few days in my bed, where I could play with you, make you bleed, force you to come until you were addicted to my touch, then I would accept you without even looking at the others. But you are here as a suitor to provide the sperm that will make a child of a God. I want to play with you. I do not wish to mate with you. Be stronger. Be virulent and lusty. Do not act like my touch is the first upon your skin.”
Jaejoong stepped away from him, and it was Changmin who was fast enough to catch him before he fell over. His entire body was strumming with lust, and Jaejoong did not reprimand Xiah for the needy whimper.
A human was such a treat for his pretty pet.
“I will ... I will ... We will ... be better.”
Jaejoong shook his head and stepped into him again. He put his hand around the other’s cock and stroked, just a few times, letting a few pulses of power accompany the movements.
He came with a whimper, and this time he did crumble to the ground.
Jaejoong looked at his hand covered in the other’s release. He went toward the dais and Xiah sat up straight on his knees. Mouth open. Tongue out. Whines. Pleads. No actual words.
He was such a good boy.
Jaejoong held out his hand and Xiah licked it clean, sucking each finger and then his palm. A clump of come fell to the floor and he followed it, licking the floor clean. His eyes shut and he smiled.
“Thank you, Master. Thank you, Acolyte Jonghyun.”
Jaejoong smiled. “You’re welcome, demon Love.”
He walked back to his suitors and stood before Changmin. The human was wonderfully tall, taller than Jaejoong. He met Jaejoong’s eyes. It was almost a challenge.
Head tilted, Jaejoong said, “You do not wish to be here. Why not?”
Changmin swallowed roughly and said nothing.
“You cannot lie to a God, Changmin. Tell me.”
His hands clenched in fists at his sides, causing his shoulder muscles to strain. “Our disciples are followers of the God of Love.”
“Yunho-yah?” Jaejoong said with a grin. “He’s such a good God to worship.”
“I am here on his orders.”
Jaejoong laughed. “What did I say about lying? Gods are not allowed to interfere with each other.”
Changmin licked his lips and then shut them.
“Tell me,” Jaejoong demanded. “I do not wish to use any tools that will impede you from impregnating me, but I will wrench the truth from your lips as you scream through orgasm after orgasm.”
Changmin tilted his head up and whispered a prayer of apology to Yunho.
Jaejoong rolled his eyes, but did not tell the man that his prayer was not heard by Yunho in the chamber of another God.
“He ... he ... Our priest received a prophecy, that a child born from the God of Lust and a devout follower of the God of Love would set your downfall in motion. I was sent as the follower of the God of Love.”
Jaejoong laughed. “Your priest said this?”
“Yes.”
“Wow, you need a new priest, or at least someone who understands how these things work. I am a God, Changminnie. The only one who can cause my downfall is my creator.”
Changmin nodded. “Yes. As I told him. I am not uneducated. I did not come here unprepared.”
Jaejoong crossed his arms and glared. He figured that there was more to this explanation than what was on the surface, but Yunho really needed to hear it too since Changmin was his follower.
With power, he pointed at Changmin and said, “Do not move. Do not speak. Do nothing until I remove this command.”
He did not send the other two away. He kept Yoochun there to teach the boy a lesson in possible treachery. And he kept Jonghyun there in case Yunho ended up sucking away Changmin’s soul for his blasphemy. He went up to his throne and touched a clear jewel on the arm.
A shimmer of his twin Brother’s face appeared for a moment, and then hovered to where Jaejoong could see him. His beautiful partner Heechul, the God of Flowers, lounged next to him.
“Jaejoong-ah. Are you done choosing a Lover already?”
“Almost. Most refused to acknowledge Xiah’s place at my side.”
“Still? You would think your admirers would learn.”
“Maybe next time. Do you have a moment? I need you.”
“We cannot have a child,” Yunho said. “Heechul would attempt to murder me, and the child would take over Father’s position.”
“I know that. That is why I only allow myself to lay with you when Heechul is there to receive your seed. You do not need any more cherubs, Brother.”
Yunho laughed. “I do not understand what you need me for.”
“Please come.”
Yunho slipped off the divan despite Heechul’s whine. He touched his head, pressed a kiss to his pouty mouth, and then said, “I will be there shortly.”
Jaejoong sat down, hand going right to Xiah’s head. The pretty demon hummed in enjoyment.
“Yunho-yah and I are friends, Changminnie. I highly doubt that he sent such a prophecy to any priest. There are many Temples and Shrines to my beautiful Brother and his Love. But the only one I can think of with such a narrow vision is the Temple of Swords.”
Changmin did not move, he could not, but Jaejoong noted the change in his presence and energy. Changmin did not like that nickname.
Jaejoong smiled at the gasp from Jonghyun, who stepped a full pace away from Changmin. Yoochun frowned and glared at him with a sneer.
“Yoochun, calm,” Jaejoong said, feeling Yoochun’s power roll a bit.
Yoochun blushed and looked down, pulling the power back. “They are ... the most ... ”
“They are Yunho’s followers, darling, and proclaimers of Love. If their Love has been tarnished, then Yunho-yah will know.”
It was only moments later that Yunho strolled into Jaejoong’s throne room. His mouth spread in a smile. His chestnut brown hair was swept up and away from his face, like the wind had blown through it and then left in a hurry. Probably it had just been Heechul’s hands running through it. Either way, it gave his handsome Brother an air of nonchalance when the only God to rival his power was Jaejoong. Yunho wore only red pants, his gorgeous chest on full display, complete with the permanent piercing that Jaejoong had sneaked into his nipple when his guard was down. In Yunho’s defense, Jaejoong had tied him to a bed and was riding his cock at the time.
Yunho had learned to Love it mostly because everyone who shared his bed enjoyed playing with it.
“Jaejoong, my Brother, my Love. You are wearing clothes. Is that why you called, for me to see such a rare occurrence?”
“If you like me so much in clothes, then I will wear them more often.”
“It is only so I can take them off of your body, like removing the cover of a chest of precious gems.”
Jaejoong stood up and, in front of his three suitors, let Yunho swoop him into his arms and press a heavy, firm kiss to his lips. Jaejoong touched his chest, flicking the barbell because he could. Once their kiss ended, Yunho turned to Xiah. He leaned down and petted his head, scratching behind his ear for a moment.
Xiah’s mouth opened and he moaned.
“Hi, Xiah. Aren’t you looking edible today?”
Xiah smiled and kissed the fingers that pressed against his lip.
Yunho shook his finger and laughed. “Trying to feed power from me? What is with you?”
“One of the humans came, and I let Xiah have a snack,” Jaejoong said. “He’s still a bit drunk on it.”
“Drunk and cute. How are you not an angel? Sometimes I just want to hug you and kiss you and fill you with all the Love I have.”
Xiah crinkled his face in disgust.
Yunho laughed again and then turned to the suitors. “Yoochunnie, trying again?”
“Yes, Uncle.”
“You’re almost there. Did you know you have a cult?”
“Yunho,” Jaejoong hissed. “You aren’t supposed to tell him.”
Yoochun’s eyes went wide. “I ... do. I do?”
Yunho laughed. “Yes, precious thing. You do. It’s all about that flute of yours.” He winked at the sexual joke, and Yoochun’s smile widened.
“Yunho,” Jaejoong said, hands on his hips.
Yunho flung his arm around Jaejoong's shoulders, and then let it slide around his waist, pulling him against his body for a very intimate hug. “It’s fine. They are well established. I doubt that Yoochun could fight their pull the next time he goes to Earth. It’s important that you appear before them soon,” Yunho said to Yoochun. “If you do not, their faith in you will wane and you will be tarnished.”
“I will go as soon as I am done here, Uncle.”
Jaejoong rested his head on Yunho’s shoulder when the other’s attention went to the humans.
“A human this time?”
“Yes, but it is still unclear of which one. Changmin. Tell him what you just told me.”
Jaejoong gave Changmin back control of his mouth, but nothing else.
“My Lord, it’s an honor. Pardon me for not kneeling, but I am within the God of Lust’s control.”
Yunho laughed. “Ah, he is one of mine.”
“My life is devoted to your service, My Lord.”
“That’s silly,” he said, waving his hand at him. “You should devote your life to your life, and devote your Love to me.”
“Tell him,” Jaejoong stressed.
Changmin could not fight the command of a God, and so he told him of the priest’s prophecy.
Yunho’s smiled faded almost instantly. “I have never given such an order, and I would never do such a thing. Jaejoong is my Brother, my first Love, and my Equal in all things.”
“Temple of Swords,” Jaejoong said, his tone mocking.
Yunho took a very deep breath and shook his head. “I once appeared in your Temple, are you aware?”
Changmin nodded, a bit surprised that he had control of his body. He fell to his knees and bowed his head, hands going over his heart, in the common position of respect of Yunho’s followers. “Yes, my Lord.”
“What was the reason?”
“Our Love had bordered on Hate.”
“Bordered?” Yunho said. “Bordered? Is that what they are teaching you now? Why are you called the Temple of Swords?”
Changmin swallowed. “Our history of human sacrifice, my Lord.”
“That makes it sound like those who were murdered were willing. You cannot call the slaughter of unbelievers a sacrifice in my name. My Love is for all. My Will is for all to be happy. My Love is for every person. If they are more a Lover of Lust and Sadism, they are still worthy of my Love. If they do not believe in the Gods at all, they are still worthy of my Love. Do you understand, Shim Changmin, son of Changho and Minrae, Warrior among the people in Tisdale and acolyte of the Temple of Trumadir?
“Yes, my Lord.”
“Jaejoong is my Brother and my Lover. He will always be first in my heart and part of my soul. Anyone who disbelieves that is only worthy of my Wrath.”
Changmin nodded roughly. “I know, my Lord.”
Yunho pondered him. “I see that you do. I see that you told your priest these things. I see that you stopped protesting his lies and prepared to come to the palace of the Gods.”
“I did, my Lord. I promise. I am not here to cause the God of Lust any harm.”
“And your true reason for being here?”
“To warn you, my Lord.”
Jaejoong snorted. “Such a devout little follower.”
“He speaks the truth.”
“Perhaps, but I am mostly annoyed that he managed to fool not only Leeteuk but Kangin as well.”
“I did say I came prepared, God of Lust.”
“Very true.”
“Well,” Yunho said and looked over at him. “Have you decided on him then? Yoochunie is much too young still and this other one is from the Temple of Zerif.”
“He is my first choice, but he is not here for me, he is here for you, so you will decide.”
Yunho crossed his arms and glared at the man still on his knees. “You were prepared to come and have a child with my Brother who your Temple thinks deserves to die.”
“Yes, My Lord, and no, My Lord, many in the Temple do not believe in the prophecy but fear speak of it. Many of us honor all the Gods, as we should, but our priest is a powerful man. It is unwise to contradict him.”
Yunho nodded. “He is combining Love with Greed and Power.”
“Maybe we need to call Uncle regarding this,” Jaejoong said. “He is obviously influencing--”
“No,” Yunho said. “I handle my own followers and those who falsely pledge allegiance.” He kneeled in front of Changmin, tilting his chin up. “Would it displease you to lay with my Brother?”
Changmin swallowed, eyes going wide. “N-no, my Lord. He is ... beautiful.”
Yunho smiled over at Jaejoong. “Addicting too. Is there anything you’d like to say to him before I make my final decision?”
Changmin swallowed and looked at Jaejoong. “You are much more beautiful than anything that I could imagine. The paintings even in the most devout Music Temples cannot express the way light shimmers upon your skin. I am deeply honored to have been chosen, though I am unworthy, and my own beauty is far surpassed by yours.”
Yunho chuckled. “I meant an apology for coming to this ceremony under false pretenses, but I can tell that your words have pleased my Brother. He does enjoy being told over and over again how incredibly beautiful he is.”
“I’d be insulted if that weren’t so true,” Jaejoong said.
“Brother, allow me one favor.”
Jaejoong licked his lips. “Here? Now? How quickly can you disrobe me?”
Yunho laughed and stood up. “No. Have your child with him, but please, do not keep him. He is more devoted than most, and I would like him to lead others toward Love.”
“My Lord, I cannot accept--”
Yunho held out a hand, silencing him.
Jaejoong pouted. “He will be returned to you tarnished. There is no way that I can bed him without him becoming so full of Lust that his Love may--”
“What is this nonsense?” Yunho demanded, going again to Jaejoong and putting his arms around his waist. Jaejoong curled up against him, arms against his chest, face pressed tight to his neck. Yunho rested his head on Jaejoong’s and squeezed. “My Lust for you is only second to my Love. I am sorely addicted to your skin and to your body and to the way you moan when I have my erection thrusting inside of you. Your Lust does not make my Love any weaker. And it will not make his devotion to me and his devotion to Love any weaker. Perhaps he can bring us together. Our followers on Earth have been rivals for many decades. It has been a long time since there has been a Temple dedicated to both of us.”
“He is afraid of me,” Jaejoong said.
Yunho nodded. “He is and he will be until he realizes that the lies of torture and mind control are not actually true.”
Jaejoong stuck his tongue out at Changmin. “Your followers are delusional.”
“Are we agreed? You will return him to me?”
Jaejoong smiled. “Of course. Are you sure you don’t want to join us in bed?”
Yunho’s eyes narrowed, and Jaejoong felt his burgeoning erection on his thigh. “I want nothing more than to take you, hold you, kiss you, Love you. But Heechul has not yet forgiven me for moaning your name while I was inside of him, so I must resist. You should also be the God of Temptation.”
“Perhaps I am about to create one with this very tempting human upon his knees.”
Yunho laughed. They kissed for much longer than was appropriate since Jaejoong still had suitors.
“I Love you,” Yunho said against his lips.
“I Love you,” Jaejoong returned.
Yunho smiled. “Take Changmin to bed with you and have no fear that it will start your downfall.”
“Oh, I’m sure it will. I’m going to fall into ecstasy and pleasure. Did you see the size of his penis?”
Yunho laughed and patted Jaejoong’s bottom. “It will fit nicely inside you.”
“I hope so.”
Yunho turned and then once again, crouched in front of Changmin, making the other look up at him.
“Bed him and create a child that you both will Love. Are you willing to do that and forgo the promise of immortality and become a Prophet?”
Changmin’s eyes widened. “My Lord. I ... I am only a warrior.”
Yunho smiled. “A warrior with enough Love to risk enslavement to Lust in order to warn me of Hate masquerading as Love.”
Changmin bowed his head. “I will do as my Lord wants.”
Yunho ran his finger down Changmin’s chest. “You belong to my Brother. But we will discuss my wants afterwards, yes?”
“Yes, my Lord.”
Yunho stood up. “Thank you for calling me, Jaejoong-ah.”
“Thank you for coming.” Jaejoong winked.
Yunho laughed and headed for the doors. “Yoochunie, if you want to come with me, I am sure that Heechul-ah would not mind your mouth upon his skin. We can lend you some power for your trip to Earth.”
Jaejoong laughed at Yoochun’s wide eyes. “Go. I will call for you soon.”
“Thank you, Father.” Yoochun swooped forward for his own kiss and then ran after Yunho.
Jaejoong watched as Yunho threw his arms over Yoochun’s shoulder and Yoochun tentatively put his arm around Yunho’s waist.
Jaejoong turned back to the two humans. “Jonghyun. I appreciate your beauty and the dedication of the Temple of Zerif. Take the things you have learned today. Perhaps the next offering will be chosen.”
He bowed deeply and said, “Yes, my Lord. Thank you for the opportunity and thank you for the knowledge.”
“See Kangin for your release.” He pointed to Changmin who was still on his knees. “You. On your feet, and follow me.”
Jaejoong turned from him and went back to his chair. He snapped his fingers, and Xiah stood in a fluid motion. His perfect body was encased in leather and knots and black chains.
“Beautiful,” Jaejoong murmured and held out his hand, which Xiah took. He walked side by side with Xiah, Changmin moving softly behind him.
Part 2: Touched
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Pairing: Jaejoong/Changmin/Xiah, Yunho/Heechul, Minho/Key (minor pairings: Yunho/Jaejoong, Yoochun/Jaejoong, so many)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: As with most Gods, they do not belong to me and I only worship them.
Summary: Jaejoong must choose a suitor to sire another child. He choses a human and ends up getting more than expected.
Warning: incest, religious themes, horny Gods, demons, mpreg
A/N: I am blaming Changmin. He's the one that created Xiahism. As with most of my fics, I have no excuse for this.
The main pairing of this fic is Jaejoong/Changmin/Xiah. There is some Yunho/Jaejoong, enough of it that I'm tagging it as YunJae, but remember that it is not the main pairing.
There are so many smaller pairings, mostly implied in this fic. It is heavily labeled incest and mpreg.
Part 1:
Warning: incest, religious themes, horny Gods, demons, mpreg. The main pairing of this fic is Jaejoong/Changmin/Xiah. There is some Yunho/Jaejoong, but it is not the main pairing.
Can I keep him?
He’s a demon, don’t be ridiculous.
But he’s so pretty, Please, Father. Please. I’ll take care of him. I’ll clean up after him. I won’t let him escape. Please.
No. He does not belong here and I will have strong words with my Brother about allowing such filth--
He’s not! Please, he’s not filth, I want him.
No, Jaejoong. No.
But he’s here. Please. Just for a little while. I want to play with him. Please. Please! You can send him home later, please. Just for a little while.
You adorable child. You will soon be the God of Always Getting Your Way. You may play with him, but if he gets loose, you’re the one that will have to destroy him.
Thank you, Father!
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Jaejoong ran his fingers through his pretty Xiah’s white hair. Xiah moaned and canted into the touch, begging for a harder scratch.
Jaejoong obliged.
He pondered the line of suitors before him: a few higher deities, some demi-gods, two gorgeous humans who would gain eternal life if Jaejoong chose them. They in turn pondered him.
But a few were glaring at the demon kneeling at Jaejoong’s feet. That would not do. Whoever he chose to sire an heir with had to know and understand that his pretty Xiah was a constant fixture in his life. He had been since Jaejoong was only a child, before he was even a God by anyone’s standards.
True, Xiah had sullied his reputation. He quite technically was the God of Music, but he was also the God of Sex, Lust and Seduction. Some of the more devout followers had also started cults in his name to Sadism and Masochism.
Not that Jaejoong really minded. He Loved sex. Every single form of it.
Especially when it involved his pretty pet.
Humans were so much fun to play with. He stared at them both for a very long time.
After an hour of deliberation, Jaejoong shortened the pool, by pointing at those he wished to consider further: Both humans, one demi-god that attempted to seduce Jaejoong on more than one occasion, and he usually succeeded (the fact that he was here had Jaejoong splitting his side laughing ... mentally of course, this was official business), and two of the higher deities.
This was such a tedious process. He was glad he only had to do this every fifty years or so.
As soon as those dismissed were out of the room, Jaejoong stood up from his chair. Down one step, and Xiah whimpered in protest.
Jaejoong looked over his shoulder, lifted an eyebrow, and said, “Xiah. Silence.”
Xiah pouted and Jaejoong fought the urge to coo. He was so pretty, with soft features contrasted sharply with his pure black eyes. He stared a bit longer, at the way the black clothes contrasted with his pale skin and white hair. Black in a sea of white.
Jaejoong had played up their opposites today. His own hair was black and his robes almost as white as Xiah’s hair. His eyes were blue, a trait inherited from his Father. His own white robes were more for display than modesty. He enjoyed being naked and frequently appeared on Earth that way. All of his statues and paintings were done in the nude, even those depicting him pregnant.
He walked around the five beings, doing nothing more than getting a closer look at their muscles and dicks. One of the humans was perfectly crafted, with a hue of skin a shade darker than normal and muscles almost cut from stone. He completely hairless, save for Jaejoong’s symbol shaved in a patch of hair just to the right of his penis. Many of his symbols were phallus shaped, or actually erections. This one was his very first symbol: a harp.
“I see the handiwork of the votaries of the Temple of Zerif in your body,” Jaejoong murmured.
The human swallowed. “Yes, my Lord.”
“Beautiful. Their work has paid off since I desire you more than I desire another God in my bed.”
“It is for your pleasure, my Lord.”
The second human was taller, sturdier. He looked more like a warrior and less like a willing offering. His muscles were strong and well-defined, but Jaejoong could tell they were built through a life of hard work and fighting, not as manufactured as the others. He had a very nice looking cock that hung from a thatch of dark hair.
Both humans were fine specimens and definitely worthy of bedding Jaejoong.
He moved to the demi-god next. Smiling, he touched him, a finger trailing over his collarbone. “Yoochun-ie, darling. How are you?”
“Fine, Father.”
One of the humans gasped.
Jaejoong chuckled. “Trying again?”
“For your pleasure, Father.”
Jaejoong kept touching, down his smooth chest, down toward his hardening cock. “When I can believe that, then I will choose you. You are here because you want me.”
“Desperately.”
Jaejoong tilted his chin up and stared into his pretty brown eyes. “You made the first cut this time. Perhaps one day ...”
He rubbed his hand over Yoochun’s cheek, fingers soft along his jawline. Yoochun canted up into it with a whimper. He was almost as sensitive as Xiah. He also Loved Xiah almost as much as Jaejoong did.
But he had standards. Yoochun-ie was not yet old enough to sire a proper offspring. He still stumbled around with his immortality. He still floundered on Earth and caused a bit of a ruckus among the humans.
But there was one devout group of humans who worshiped him. Yoochun-ie did not know that yet, but Jaejoong had seen their shrine. Son of Music, was his official title, with a symbol of a flute. Well, a very phallic looking flute.
Jaejoong was proud of him. Yoochun-ie was one of his better children, though he could not remember who his other father had been.
“Precious, Yoochun,” he whispered and leaned forward to press a lip to his mouth. “You know you never have to be my suitor to join me in my bed.”
Yoochun swallowed roughly. “Yes, Father, but as your suitor, I am allowed to lay claim to you for five years.”
Jaejoong laughed. “Such possession. Maybe next time.”
Yoochun frowned, but he lowered his head in a deep bow.
Jaejoong moved on to the two higher deities. One he did not particularly like, Kyuhyun. He was an arrogant snot, and the God of Games when talking to his face, and the God of Cheating and Manipulation when talking behind his back. But he was strong. Their offspring could perhaps rival the God of Art in terms of power.
And the other, Onew, the God of Laughter, was one of Jaejoong’s favorites. He had sired a child with him just a few selections ago. While lower in power than Jaejoong usually liked, their Little Taemin already had a following of devoted women proclaiming him the God of Joy. He was still a bit too young, but he would soon be a God.
Plus Onew had a massive erection. Jaejoong Loved it. Xiah sometimes craved it.
“Kyuhyun, why do you even try?”
Kyuhyun smirked. “Why do you never send me away in the first round?”
Jaejoong rolled his eyes. “Your arrogance is annoying.”
“So is your beauty.”
Jaejoong felt himself flush and scowled. Kyuhyun chuckled in victory.
“Get out,” Jaejoong muttered.
Kyuhyun bowed deeply, almost in half. “As my Lord wishes.”
He turned back to Onew and smiled. “What if our next child is nothing compared to the beauty of Little Taemin? Whatever would we do?”
Onew laughed. “I have thought of that, of course, but I did not wish to have it affect my need for you.”
Jaejoong smiled. Need. He Loved that word. As the God of Lust, he had a habit of making others addicted to him.
“I am yours for the taking, as I always am.”
Jaejoong shook his head. “Maybe once Taemin is settled in with his power and followers. He is still too young. I would hate to give him competition.”
Onew bowed low. “As you command, My Lord.”
Jaejoong turned back to the other three. His beautiful son, and the two humans.
A human this time then.
He walked by Yoochun, letting his fingers graze over his hipbone and dick. It hardened almost immediately, and Jaejoong felt Xiah stir at Yoochun’s needy whimper. He Loved to tease Yoochun. The teasing made him stronger. And it made Jaejoong more eager for the next time he allowed Yoochun into his bed.
He stopped in front of the offering from the Temple of Zerif. “What is your name?”
“Jonghyun, my Lord.”
“And you?”
“Changmin, my Lord.”
“Both of you are gorgeous.” Jaejoong touched Jonghyun first. Letting his hand slide down his smooth chest, all the way to the symbol by his dick. His body was almost sculpted of muscle. “You are very well presented. The votaries must be frustrated that I have not chosen a token from them for many hundreds of years.”
“We do our best to be acceptable.”
“You are acceptable, but ...” Jaejoong walked behind him, fingers trailing down his spine to his ass. “The offerings from the Temple of Zerif are always acceptable. But there is only one problem.”
“I will inform them and we will adjust.” His skin shook under Jaejoong’s touches.
Jaejoong shook his head. “I am not sure that your votaries will be willing.”
“If you are willing to command, we are always willing to obey.”
Jaejoong stepped into him, mouth against his shoulder for a moment. His other hand went up to his chest, tugging at his nipples.
“You remind me of prey,” Jaejoong whispered into his ear.
He moaned, mouth opening.
“And you react as prey. If this were only a few days in my bed, where I could play with you, make you bleed, force you to come until you were addicted to my touch, then I would accept you without even looking at the others. But you are here as a suitor to provide the sperm that will make a child of a God. I want to play with you. I do not wish to mate with you. Be stronger. Be virulent and lusty. Do not act like my touch is the first upon your skin.”
Jaejoong stepped away from him, and it was Changmin who was fast enough to catch him before he fell over. His entire body was strumming with lust, and Jaejoong did not reprimand Xiah for the needy whimper.
A human was such a treat for his pretty pet.
“I will ... I will ... We will ... be better.”
Jaejoong shook his head and stepped into him again. He put his hand around the other’s cock and stroked, just a few times, letting a few pulses of power accompany the movements.
He came with a whimper, and this time he did crumble to the ground.
Jaejoong looked at his hand covered in the other’s release. He went toward the dais and Xiah sat up straight on his knees. Mouth open. Tongue out. Whines. Pleads. No actual words.
He was such a good boy.
Jaejoong held out his hand and Xiah licked it clean, sucking each finger and then his palm. A clump of come fell to the floor and he followed it, licking the floor clean. His eyes shut and he smiled.
“Thank you, Master. Thank you, Acolyte Jonghyun.”
Jaejoong smiled. “You’re welcome, demon Love.”
He walked back to his suitors and stood before Changmin. The human was wonderfully tall, taller than Jaejoong. He met Jaejoong’s eyes. It was almost a challenge.
Head tilted, Jaejoong said, “You do not wish to be here. Why not?”
Changmin swallowed roughly and said nothing.
“You cannot lie to a God, Changmin. Tell me.”
His hands clenched in fists at his sides, causing his shoulder muscles to strain. “Our disciples are followers of the God of Love.”
“Yunho-yah?” Jaejoong said with a grin. “He’s such a good God to worship.”
“I am here on his orders.”
Jaejoong laughed. “What did I say about lying? Gods are not allowed to interfere with each other.”
Changmin licked his lips and then shut them.
“Tell me,” Jaejoong demanded. “I do not wish to use any tools that will impede you from impregnating me, but I will wrench the truth from your lips as you scream through orgasm after orgasm.”
Changmin tilted his head up and whispered a prayer of apology to Yunho.
Jaejoong rolled his eyes, but did not tell the man that his prayer was not heard by Yunho in the chamber of another God.
“He ... he ... Our priest received a prophecy, that a child born from the God of Lust and a devout follower of the God of Love would set your downfall in motion. I was sent as the follower of the God of Love.”
Jaejoong laughed. “Your priest said this?”
“Yes.”
“Wow, you need a new priest, or at least someone who understands how these things work. I am a God, Changminnie. The only one who can cause my downfall is my creator.”
Changmin nodded. “Yes. As I told him. I am not uneducated. I did not come here unprepared.”
Jaejoong crossed his arms and glared. He figured that there was more to this explanation than what was on the surface, but Yunho really needed to hear it too since Changmin was his follower.
With power, he pointed at Changmin and said, “Do not move. Do not speak. Do nothing until I remove this command.”
He did not send the other two away. He kept Yoochun there to teach the boy a lesson in possible treachery. And he kept Jonghyun there in case Yunho ended up sucking away Changmin’s soul for his blasphemy. He went up to his throne and touched a clear jewel on the arm.
A shimmer of his twin Brother’s face appeared for a moment, and then hovered to where Jaejoong could see him. His beautiful partner Heechul, the God of Flowers, lounged next to him.
“Jaejoong-ah. Are you done choosing a Lover already?”
“Almost. Most refused to acknowledge Xiah’s place at my side.”
“Still? You would think your admirers would learn.”
“Maybe next time. Do you have a moment? I need you.”
“We cannot have a child,” Yunho said. “Heechul would attempt to murder me, and the child would take over Father’s position.”
“I know that. That is why I only allow myself to lay with you when Heechul is there to receive your seed. You do not need any more cherubs, Brother.”
Yunho laughed. “I do not understand what you need me for.”
“Please come.”
Yunho slipped off the divan despite Heechul’s whine. He touched his head, pressed a kiss to his pouty mouth, and then said, “I will be there shortly.”
Jaejoong sat down, hand going right to Xiah’s head. The pretty demon hummed in enjoyment.
“Yunho-yah and I are friends, Changminnie. I highly doubt that he sent such a prophecy to any priest. There are many Temples and Shrines to my beautiful Brother and his Love. But the only one I can think of with such a narrow vision is the Temple of Swords.”
Changmin did not move, he could not, but Jaejoong noted the change in his presence and energy. Changmin did not like that nickname.
Jaejoong smiled at the gasp from Jonghyun, who stepped a full pace away from Changmin. Yoochun frowned and glared at him with a sneer.
“Yoochun, calm,” Jaejoong said, feeling Yoochun’s power roll a bit.
Yoochun blushed and looked down, pulling the power back. “They are ... the most ... ”
“They are Yunho’s followers, darling, and proclaimers of Love. If their Love has been tarnished, then Yunho-yah will know.”
It was only moments later that Yunho strolled into Jaejoong’s throne room. His mouth spread in a smile. His chestnut brown hair was swept up and away from his face, like the wind had blown through it and then left in a hurry. Probably it had just been Heechul’s hands running through it. Either way, it gave his handsome Brother an air of nonchalance when the only God to rival his power was Jaejoong. Yunho wore only red pants, his gorgeous chest on full display, complete with the permanent piercing that Jaejoong had sneaked into his nipple when his guard was down. In Yunho’s defense, Jaejoong had tied him to a bed and was riding his cock at the time.
Yunho had learned to Love it mostly because everyone who shared his bed enjoyed playing with it.
“Jaejoong, my Brother, my Love. You are wearing clothes. Is that why you called, for me to see such a rare occurrence?”
“If you like me so much in clothes, then I will wear them more often.”
“It is only so I can take them off of your body, like removing the cover of a chest of precious gems.”
Jaejoong stood up and, in front of his three suitors, let Yunho swoop him into his arms and press a heavy, firm kiss to his lips. Jaejoong touched his chest, flicking the barbell because he could. Once their kiss ended, Yunho turned to Xiah. He leaned down and petted his head, scratching behind his ear for a moment.
Xiah’s mouth opened and he moaned.
“Hi, Xiah. Aren’t you looking edible today?”
Xiah smiled and kissed the fingers that pressed against his lip.
Yunho shook his finger and laughed. “Trying to feed power from me? What is with you?”
“One of the humans came, and I let Xiah have a snack,” Jaejoong said. “He’s still a bit drunk on it.”
“Drunk and cute. How are you not an angel? Sometimes I just want to hug you and kiss you and fill you with all the Love I have.”
Xiah crinkled his face in disgust.
Yunho laughed again and then turned to the suitors. “Yoochunnie, trying again?”
“Yes, Uncle.”
“You’re almost there. Did you know you have a cult?”
“Yunho,” Jaejoong hissed. “You aren’t supposed to tell him.”
Yoochun’s eyes went wide. “I ... do. I do?”
Yunho laughed. “Yes, precious thing. You do. It’s all about that flute of yours.” He winked at the sexual joke, and Yoochun’s smile widened.
“Yunho,” Jaejoong said, hands on his hips.
Yunho flung his arm around Jaejoong's shoulders, and then let it slide around his waist, pulling him against his body for a very intimate hug. “It’s fine. They are well established. I doubt that Yoochun could fight their pull the next time he goes to Earth. It’s important that you appear before them soon,” Yunho said to Yoochun. “If you do not, their faith in you will wane and you will be tarnished.”
“I will go as soon as I am done here, Uncle.”
Jaejoong rested his head on Yunho’s shoulder when the other’s attention went to the humans.
“A human this time?”
“Yes, but it is still unclear of which one. Changmin. Tell him what you just told me.”
Jaejoong gave Changmin back control of his mouth, but nothing else.
“My Lord, it’s an honor. Pardon me for not kneeling, but I am within the God of Lust’s control.”
Yunho laughed. “Ah, he is one of mine.”
“My life is devoted to your service, My Lord.”
“That’s silly,” he said, waving his hand at him. “You should devote your life to your life, and devote your Love to me.”
“Tell him,” Jaejoong stressed.
Changmin could not fight the command of a God, and so he told him of the priest’s prophecy.
Yunho’s smiled faded almost instantly. “I have never given such an order, and I would never do such a thing. Jaejoong is my Brother, my first Love, and my Equal in all things.”
“Temple of Swords,” Jaejoong said, his tone mocking.
Yunho took a very deep breath and shook his head. “I once appeared in your Temple, are you aware?”
Changmin nodded, a bit surprised that he had control of his body. He fell to his knees and bowed his head, hands going over his heart, in the common position of respect of Yunho’s followers. “Yes, my Lord.”
“What was the reason?”
“Our Love had bordered on Hate.”
“Bordered?” Yunho said. “Bordered? Is that what they are teaching you now? Why are you called the Temple of Swords?”
Changmin swallowed. “Our history of human sacrifice, my Lord.”
“That makes it sound like those who were murdered were willing. You cannot call the slaughter of unbelievers a sacrifice in my name. My Love is for all. My Will is for all to be happy. My Love is for every person. If they are more a Lover of Lust and Sadism, they are still worthy of my Love. If they do not believe in the Gods at all, they are still worthy of my Love. Do you understand, Shim Changmin, son of Changho and Minrae, Warrior among the people in Tisdale and acolyte of the Temple of Trumadir?
“Yes, my Lord.”
“Jaejoong is my Brother and my Lover. He will always be first in my heart and part of my soul. Anyone who disbelieves that is only worthy of my Wrath.”
Changmin nodded roughly. “I know, my Lord.”
Yunho pondered him. “I see that you do. I see that you told your priest these things. I see that you stopped protesting his lies and prepared to come to the palace of the Gods.”
“I did, my Lord. I promise. I am not here to cause the God of Lust any harm.”
“And your true reason for being here?”
“To warn you, my Lord.”
Jaejoong snorted. “Such a devout little follower.”
“He speaks the truth.”
“Perhaps, but I am mostly annoyed that he managed to fool not only Leeteuk but Kangin as well.”
“I did say I came prepared, God of Lust.”
“Very true.”
“Well,” Yunho said and looked over at him. “Have you decided on him then? Yoochunie is much too young still and this other one is from the Temple of Zerif.”
“He is my first choice, but he is not here for me, he is here for you, so you will decide.”
Yunho crossed his arms and glared at the man still on his knees. “You were prepared to come and have a child with my Brother who your Temple thinks deserves to die.”
“Yes, My Lord, and no, My Lord, many in the Temple do not believe in the prophecy but fear speak of it. Many of us honor all the Gods, as we should, but our priest is a powerful man. It is unwise to contradict him.”
Yunho nodded. “He is combining Love with Greed and Power.”
“Maybe we need to call Uncle regarding this,” Jaejoong said. “He is obviously influencing--”
“No,” Yunho said. “I handle my own followers and those who falsely pledge allegiance.” He kneeled in front of Changmin, tilting his chin up. “Would it displease you to lay with my Brother?”
Changmin swallowed, eyes going wide. “N-no, my Lord. He is ... beautiful.”
Yunho smiled over at Jaejoong. “Addicting too. Is there anything you’d like to say to him before I make my final decision?”
Changmin swallowed and looked at Jaejoong. “You are much more beautiful than anything that I could imagine. The paintings even in the most devout Music Temples cannot express the way light shimmers upon your skin. I am deeply honored to have been chosen, though I am unworthy, and my own beauty is far surpassed by yours.”
Yunho chuckled. “I meant an apology for coming to this ceremony under false pretenses, but I can tell that your words have pleased my Brother. He does enjoy being told over and over again how incredibly beautiful he is.”
“I’d be insulted if that weren’t so true,” Jaejoong said.
“Brother, allow me one favor.”
Jaejoong licked his lips. “Here? Now? How quickly can you disrobe me?”
Yunho laughed and stood up. “No. Have your child with him, but please, do not keep him. He is more devoted than most, and I would like him to lead others toward Love.”
“My Lord, I cannot accept--”
Yunho held out a hand, silencing him.
Jaejoong pouted. “He will be returned to you tarnished. There is no way that I can bed him without him becoming so full of Lust that his Love may--”
“What is this nonsense?” Yunho demanded, going again to Jaejoong and putting his arms around his waist. Jaejoong curled up against him, arms against his chest, face pressed tight to his neck. Yunho rested his head on Jaejoong’s and squeezed. “My Lust for you is only second to my Love. I am sorely addicted to your skin and to your body and to the way you moan when I have my erection thrusting inside of you. Your Lust does not make my Love any weaker. And it will not make his devotion to me and his devotion to Love any weaker. Perhaps he can bring us together. Our followers on Earth have been rivals for many decades. It has been a long time since there has been a Temple dedicated to both of us.”
“He is afraid of me,” Jaejoong said.
Yunho nodded. “He is and he will be until he realizes that the lies of torture and mind control are not actually true.”
Jaejoong stuck his tongue out at Changmin. “Your followers are delusional.”
“Are we agreed? You will return him to me?”
Jaejoong smiled. “Of course. Are you sure you don’t want to join us in bed?”
Yunho’s eyes narrowed, and Jaejoong felt his burgeoning erection on his thigh. “I want nothing more than to take you, hold you, kiss you, Love you. But Heechul has not yet forgiven me for moaning your name while I was inside of him, so I must resist. You should also be the God of Temptation.”
“Perhaps I am about to create one with this very tempting human upon his knees.”
Yunho laughed. They kissed for much longer than was appropriate since Jaejoong still had suitors.
“I Love you,” Yunho said against his lips.
“I Love you,” Jaejoong returned.
Yunho smiled. “Take Changmin to bed with you and have no fear that it will start your downfall.”
“Oh, I’m sure it will. I’m going to fall into ecstasy and pleasure. Did you see the size of his penis?”
Yunho laughed and patted Jaejoong’s bottom. “It will fit nicely inside you.”
“I hope so.”
Yunho turned and then once again, crouched in front of Changmin, making the other look up at him.
“Bed him and create a child that you both will Love. Are you willing to do that and forgo the promise of immortality and become a Prophet?”
Changmin’s eyes widened. “My Lord. I ... I am only a warrior.”
Yunho smiled. “A warrior with enough Love to risk enslavement to Lust in order to warn me of Hate masquerading as Love.”
Changmin bowed his head. “I will do as my Lord wants.”
Yunho ran his finger down Changmin’s chest. “You belong to my Brother. But we will discuss my wants afterwards, yes?”
“Yes, my Lord.”
Yunho stood up. “Thank you for calling me, Jaejoong-ah.”
“Thank you for coming.” Jaejoong winked.
Yunho laughed and headed for the doors. “Yoochunie, if you want to come with me, I am sure that Heechul-ah would not mind your mouth upon his skin. We can lend you some power for your trip to Earth.”
Jaejoong laughed at Yoochun’s wide eyes. “Go. I will call for you soon.”
“Thank you, Father.” Yoochun swooped forward for his own kiss and then ran after Yunho.
Jaejoong watched as Yunho threw his arms over Yoochun’s shoulder and Yoochun tentatively put his arm around Yunho’s waist.
Jaejoong turned back to the two humans. “Jonghyun. I appreciate your beauty and the dedication of the Temple of Zerif. Take the things you have learned today. Perhaps the next offering will be chosen.”
He bowed deeply and said, “Yes, my Lord. Thank you for the opportunity and thank you for the knowledge.”
“See Kangin for your release.” He pointed to Changmin who was still on his knees. “You. On your feet, and follow me.”
Jaejoong turned from him and went back to his chair. He snapped his fingers, and Xiah stood in a fluid motion. His perfect body was encased in leather and knots and black chains.
“Beautiful,” Jaejoong murmured and held out his hand, which Xiah took. He walked side by side with Xiah, Changmin moving softly behind him.
Part 2: Touched
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