Pleasures of the Mighty 16/?
Title: Pleasures of the Mighty 16/?
Rating: Mostly R, but some later chapters will be NC-17
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong/Junsu, Jaejoong/Junsu and implied Yoochun/Changmin
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I'd make them my slaves.
Summary: On ShinKi, slaves give you prestige, honor and a convenient hole to fuck. But Jung Yunho has never owned a slave. Heir to the Jung Empire, he has refused to follow standard practices and refused his father's wishes to follow the family tradition of political leadership.
But then his best friend Yoochun drags him to the slave traders, and Yunho sees the most beautiful man. When Yoochun shows an interest in buying him, Yunho is determined to keep the beauty out of his sadistic friend's bedroom.
It's a simple purchase, but soon, as he learns more and more about Jaejoong and his world Doushite, Yunho finds himself looking for answers buried deep in the anti-political underworld.
Poster Credit goes to my darling tarta trshakespeare I ♥♥♥ You!
Part 16: The Persuasion
Yunho woke up warm and content. The room was dark, and the steady breaths of both his bedmates filled the air. He smiled. And then he tried to move his shoulder, and a deep ache ran through his body. He groaned.
The body on his right shifted. “Yunho?”
Yunho kissed Jae’s shoulder.
“You alright?”
“Fabulously sore.”
Jae chuckled.
“You’re still mad at me, aren’t you?”
“Maybe a tiny bit, but not so much that a kiss wouldn’t take care of it.”
Yunho smiled and leaned down and kissed his lips, moaning when Jae slipped his tongue on his lower lip.
Junsu whimpered on his other side, but didn’t wake up.
“Are you two okay?” Yunho asked, suddenly afraid of the answer.
“Yeah. I guess. I mean. Last night was … interesting. We’ll be alright. Junsu’s pretty cool. We talked a little bit after you passed out on us. We won’t be awkward with each other anymore, that’s for sure.”
Yunho kissed Jae’s lips. “Thank you, for taking a chance. Really. Thank you.”
“Did we even have a choice?” Jae asked with a smile. “Both or neither, how is that even fair to us?”
Yunho shrugged. “It worked, didn’t it?”
“Manipulative bastard.”
“I am, but you didn’t have to. Neither of you did. So thank you. And god, thank you for amazing sex. Seriously. I don’t think I’ve ever had sex that good. Ever.”
“Not even with your darling Heechul?”
Yunho laughed. “No. He’s good. But you two were fantastic.”
“Want to go running this morning?”
“God, no. No. No. No.”
“Yunnie?”
Yunho turned to Junsu. “Sorry, SuSu. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
Junsu smiled and curled into Yunho’s chest. “S’okay. You alright?”
“Yes. We’ll see how sore I am when I try to stand up though.”
Junsu giggled softly.
Jae curled up on Yunho’s other side. He reached over and ran his fingers through Junsu’s hair.
Junsu smiled. “Did he wake you up too, Joongie?”
“Yes.”
“Selfish bastard.”
They chuckled.
“Sorry,” Yunho said.
Jae groaned. “I need to get up anyway.”
“What? It’s only six. The sun isn’t even up.”
“Well, someone has me cooking for nine people today.”
“Nine?” Junsu said.
Yunho nodded. “Yoochun and his slaves are coming over for lunch.”
Junsu went really, really still. His breath shortened. “Yoo-Yoochun?”
“He’s not going to touch you.”
“No, please, Yunho, please, don’t let him come over please, please.”
Yunho frowned. “SuSu, what’s …”
“No, please. Yunho. Please. Not him. I don’t want to see him.”
Yunho met Jaejoong’s eyes. Jae shrugged.
Yunho tried to get Junsu to look at him, but Junsu burrowed more deeply into Yunho’s body, hiding his face against his neck, still muttering. His fingers dug into Yunho’s chest. Yunho ran his hands over Junsu’s back and shoulders. Over the trembling skin, and the scars.
Scars.
“Su?” Yunho whispered. He traced one scar on his shoulder with his finger. “Su, did Yoochun do this to you?”
He felt Junsu swallow. Yunho carefully took Junsu’s face in his hands. There were tears brimming his eyes, and he blinked once, and they spilled over.
“When?” Yunho said, trying hard not to let the anger running through his body manifest to Junsu.
Junsu shut his eyes, more tears falling.
Jae crawled over them, holding Junsu from the other side. Jae gave Yunho a look that said, Let me handle this, so Yunho shut his mouth.
“SuSu darling,” Jae whispered, calm and soft, “did Yoochun ever own you?”
A single nod, and the anger in Yunho doubled. Jae pulled at Junsu a bit, and Yunho tugged back.
“You’re hurting him,” Jae whispered.
Yunho let go, realizing his hands had been digging into Junsu’s shoulders. “Sorry.”
Jae held Junsu close while he cried. “Come on, SuSu, he’s not going to hurt you when he’s here. I think at this point, he’s going to be lucky if Yunho doesn’t kill him as soon as he walks through the door.”
“Why … why does he have to come here?” Junsu whispered.
“His new slave is one of my friends from Doushite, and I want to try to talk to him.”
“Oh.”
“When did he own you?”
Junsu swallowed. “About three years ago.”
Jae met Yunho’s eyes again.
“He said … he said Yunho didn’t want me anymore. That Yunho knew-” He broke off with a sob and buried into Jae’s arms again.
“Well, that’s it,” Yunho said. “He’s dead.”
Jae rolled his eyes and nodded to Junsu. Yunho took a deep breath and curled up behind him, kissing his hair and his shoulder.
“If I had known he had you, I would have done something about it.”
“He said he told you and that you told him to have fun with me,” Junsu whispered.
Yunho took Junsu from Jae’s arms and held him close, rocking him as his breathing hitched and body shook. “I never would have, SuSu. Never.”
“I know … that’s … that’s why the first night, I was … I was so happy to see you, Yunho, but I thought you didn’t want me.”
Yunho kissed him fiercely.
Junsu whimpered.
“I love you,” Yunho said adamantly. “I will love you forever.”
Junsu nodded and didn’t protest when Yunho kissed him again.
Yunho held Junsu while his body shook. The scars were from Yoochun. His supposed best friend, but damn that bastard. Damn him!
He met Jae’s eyes. “You may have to keep me from killing him.”
“I have a better idea,” Jae said with a smirk.
“What?”
“You’re the business man. Use this to your advantage. He’s committed this personal infraction, lying to you, keeping Junsu from you. And he has something you want.”
“What do you-“ Yunho broke off and smiled. “Smart, Jae.”
Jae grinned. “Hey. I’m not just a pretty face. I was a politician and a leader, too, you know.”
“Leader?” Junsu said.
“He was prince on his home world,” Yunho said. “Next in line to be king.”
“Wow,” Junsu said, eyes wide. “Really?”
Jae smiled. “That was a lifetime ago.” He leaned forward and kissed Junsu’s cheek. “You alright?”
He shrugged. “I guess.”
“We would never let him hurt you again.”
Junsu nodded and hugged Jaejoong.
“Come on,” Jae said and tugged on Junsu. “Let’s go shower and let Yunho go back to sleep.”
“What if I want to shower, too?” Yunho said.
Jae smirked. “Nope. You’re going to sit out here and think of us naked in warm water with soap dripping down our skin. Naked. Together. Warm water. Soap.”
Yunho flung himself on the bed and groaned, cock twitching at the images.
Jae laughed as he dragged Junsu across the room. The bathroom door shut, and Yunho heard the lock turn. He had a key for that lock somewhere, but it would take too much effort to find it and the blankets were warm, and he was still exhausted from the sex, and so he lay there, a smile playing on his lips and let himself fall back to sleep.
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Yunho paced in the living room. Jae had kicked him out of the kitchen when he tried to help and only ended up spacing out, thinking of the evil painful things he would do to Yoochun when he got there.
Yoochun had always been a bastard. Always. He was what his father and Bi would say was a perfect man in this world. His mind had been warped by the power and prestige. But at the same time, Yunho knew how to manipulate his need for power and prestige to his advantage.
Time ticked by slowly, closer to noon, when Yoochun was to appear. Yunho kept a tight lid on his rage, holding it in, saving it, because if negotiations didn’t go as he planned, then he was just going to have to kick the shit out of Yoochun.
A few minutes before noon, Junsu came into the living room. He stopped Yunho’s pacing with a hand on his chest. Yunho leaned down and kissed him, body shaking.
“I love you,” Yunho said. “He is going to regret hurting you.”
“If you do lose control and start beating him up, let me hit him once.”
Yunho laughed. He gathered Junsu next to him and kissed his head. “I will, SuSu.”
He held Junsu until the doorbell rang. With a deep breath he headed for the door. Jae came out from the kitchen, a warning look in his eyes. And Yunho nodded. He was okay. He was in control of this.
Yunho opened the door to a smiling Yoochun on the other side of it. He grabbed Yoochun’s shirt, pulled him inside and slammed him up against the wall by the door.
“Yunho, what the-“
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t kick the shit out of you right now?”
Yunho could see Yoochun’s slaves looking warily at their master being threatened, but none moved to stop him.
“What are you talking about?”
Yunho sneered, and motioned behind him.
Yoochun’s gaze moved by him, his eyes went wide and he smirked. “Hi, Xiah baby. I didn’t know that Bi sold you.”
Yunho ignored Junsu’s little whimper, knowing Jae was there to comfort him. He slammed Yoochun against the wall again.
“You stupid fucker. You knew I was looking for him, and yet you kept him. Filled his head with lies about me not wanting him. Again, give me one good reason not to kill you.”
Yoochun smiled. “Family alliance.”
Stepping back, Yunho returned the smile. Yoochun was playing right into what Yunho had planned. It was too easy.
“And how is that a threat to me?” Yunho asked. “The Park Family is only powerful because of the alliance they have with the Jungs. The Jungs are powerful on their own. All I have to do is drop your dead body outside your father’s house, tell them you betrayed me, and they’ll start apologizing for your failure.”
“Well, you haven’t killed me yet, so what do you want?”
Yunho smiled. “You’re smart, Yoochun, to have figured it out so quickly.”
Yoochun raised his eyebrows. “If I refuse what you want, are you going to kill me?”
“No. But I will do everything in my power to tarnish the Park name and as I take over, destroy the alliance with you and build a stronger one with the Choi Family.”
Yoochun lip curled in a snarl. “They are practically peasants.”
“And that’s your future. You know I can make it happen.”
The smile came back. “Then what do you want.”
“Max.”
The Doushiten in question jerked his head to Yunho.
Yoochun chuckled. “So predictable. Fine. It’s not like there isn’t another one from their world that I can purchase.”
Yunho nodded. “I understand that. And for every new slave you buy, there goes a bit of the Jung Family influence in your life.”
“Slaves are a part of us, you can’t do that.”
“I can. And I will.”
“You’re asking to be assassinated.”
“By you? Not likely. Now. Do you mind uncuffing him? Thanks.”
Yoochun scoffed. “Whatever.” He held up a hand, and one of the other slaves unlocked the handcuffs on Changmin’s wrists.
“I expect a contract for him on my desk first thing in the morning.”
Yunho and Yoochun stared at each other. And then Yunho smiled. “Who’s hungry? Hero’s made some fabulous food.”
He motioned Yoochun ahead of him. Yoochun eyed him for a moment and then nodded once and headed into the kitchen. The other slaves followed him.
Changmin didn’t move, staring at his free wrists.
Yunho watched him until Junsu touched his arm. He looked down at Junsu and smiled. “Go in the kitchen, stay by Jaejoong, okay? I’ll be right there.”
Junsu nodded, kissed his cheek and then left. Yunho moved carefully toward Changmin.
“Annyeonghaseyo,” Yunho said.
Changmin suddenly smiled. “Hi.”
“Are you going to stand there all day or do you want to go take a shower?”
Changmin shivered. “A shower.”
“Okay. I’ll show you where the bathroom is.” Yunho looked him up and down. Like the other slaves, he was only wearing a tight pair of black shorts. “You seem to be about my size, a bit taller, but I’ll leave some clothes for you to change into.”
“Thank you,” he whispered.
“I’ll have Jaejoong bring you some food.”
Changmin hugged him. Yunho, mindful of the bruises and cuts on his arms and back, held him only for a moment. “Come on.”
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The rest of the afternoon was tense, though Yoochun filled it with inane chatter. As soon as everyone had been served and satisfied, Jaejoong disappeared. Junsu stayed next to Yunho, a hand on his leg. Yoochun and his other slaves didn’t stay long, and Yunho winced a bit knowing that Yoochun was going to take his anger out on them. But there was nothing he could do about it.
He sighed after the door shut behind them and sighed.
Junsu hugged him, body shaking a bit. Yunho held him close, an arm around his waist and went down the hall to his room.
Jae and Changmin were lying in bed, curled together, talking in Doushiten. Yunho let go of Junsu long enough to crawl up on the bed.
“Do you have any injuries that need to be looked at by a doctor?” Yunho whispered.
Changmin shook his head. “I’m okay.”
Jae held him tighter.
And just like that, Yunho remembered the last time he’d seen Jaejoong cuddling up to a Doushiten.
“Fuck.”
“What?” Jae said.
“Between you two sexually torturing me last night, and this mess today, I forgot that we’re supposed to go to Siwon’s tonight.”
Jae’s face brightened. “Really? Can Changmin come?”
“What?” Changmin asked, and Jaejoong spit out rapid Doushiten and couldn’t quite contain his excitement and then Changmin smiled and said, “No way!”
“Hey, guys, ShinKi, please. My Doushiten sucks.”
“You’re getting better,” Changmin said, but Jae burst out laughing.
“Shut up.”
Jae stopped laughing but he was still smiling as he said, “Some of those that were at Siwon’s are from Changmin’s kingdom.”
“Maybe we should let Changmin rest before he has to be introduced to Heechul,” Yunho said with a grin.
Jae waved that away. “He can handle Heechul just fine. After Yoochun, being groped by Heechul is going to feel amazing.”
Changmin scoffed. “To you maybe.” He sneered.
“What?” Yunho said.
Jae smiled. “Changmin is stubbornly straight.”
“And Jae has been corrupted by the locals,” Changmin shot back.
Jae licked his lips. “Sex with a man is fantastic when it’s not forced.”
Another scoff. “I’ll take a woman, thank you.”
“Aren’t you always telling me I’m pretty enough to be a woman?”
“No,” Changmin said. “Weak enough. You’re weak enough to be a woman.”
Jae gave him a look of mock outrage. “You better be glad you’re injured, or I’d … I’d …” Jae slapped his shoulder.
Changmin looked around the room. “Did you feel the wind blow, Yunho?”
Junsu was shaking in a fit of giggles as Jae shouted at Changmin and dug fingers into his sides. Changmin laughed, easily grabbing Jae’s wrists, and with a quick twist, he had the blond pinned beneath him.
“Weak,” Changmin said.
Jae smiled up at him. “I knew you wanted me underneath you.”
Changmin rolled his eyes. “Please, Kongchoong. You irritate me.”
“You love me.”
Changmin’s smile fell and he hugged Jae close to him. Jae hugged him back. His smile softened.
“We’ll all go,” Yunho said in the silence, “but Changmin, I want you to sleep. You look like you haven’t slept in days.”
Changmin nodded as he moved off Jae’s body. Jae stayed attached to his side, arm around his stomach. “It’s been a while since I’ve slept because I wanted to.”
Yunho climbed off the bed, pulling Junsu with him. “I’ll come wake you up in a couple hours.”
They left the room, Yunho closing the door behind him. He and Junsu went in the other room.
“Are you okay?” Yunho asked as they climbed into bed.
Junsu crawled over him and kissed him. “Yes, but you said you’d take me shopping.”
Yunho smiled. “I know. I will. But it’s going to have to be on Tuesday. I have too many meetings tomorrow at work.”
“It’s okay. We don’t have to sleep do we?” A smirk danced over his innocent face.
“I’m kind of tired,” Yunho said and faked a yawn.
Junsu frowned, and Yunho laughed and pulled him down for a kiss.
“I am sorry I forced this on you, SuSu,” Yunho said, lips still touching.
“Hmm, I’m not.”
“Su!”
Junsu giggled and kissed him again. Yunho rolled them over, layering kisses down Junsu’s neck. Junsu arched into him with a moan. Yunho sat up enough to pull his shirt over his head, and Junsu took the time to do the same.
Junsu ran his hands up and down Yunho’s chest and stomach.
“I’m worried about you,” Yunho whispered. “You’ve been forced to have sex for seven years, and I want you to want me, too.”
“Jaejoong says I should call you ‘pabo’ whenever you say something stupid.”
Yunho laughed and kissed him again.
“I want to have sex with you, Yunho,” Junsu whispered. “But just with you. Well, and Jaejoong, because damn, he is beyond perfect. I love you, Yunho. I always have. I mean … before Yoochun I always knew that you’d find me. I saw you at parties sometimes, but you were never there long enough, or I was busy with my master, but just knowing that you didn’t have a slave and that you hated it all, well, it made it easier.”
Yunho kissed him softly. “I’m sorry I didn’t find you sooner. I should have searched for you more diligently.”
“Don’t beat yourself up about it, Yunnie. You have me now. You’ve always had me.”
Yunho’s throat closed.
“I actually got whipped a couple of times early on for calling my masters Yunho.”
“Well, you can yell my name all you want now.”
Their lips met again, the kiss more demanding. Junsu’s arms wrapped tightly around Yunho’s shoulders, his legs around Yunho’s hips, holding their bodies flush together.
Yunho moved his lips down Junsu’s cheek, to that spot just below his ear. He sucked in the soft flesh, pulling a whine from the back of Junsu’s throat. He licked down his chest, not biting, just using lips and his tongue. He didn’t want Junsu to hurt, just to feel how much Yunho loved him. It’d been so long since Yunho could touch him. He used to dream about it, wake up in tears because the dreams of his Junsu always felt so real.
He licked at Junsu’s nipples, slow, with soft pressure. Junsu’s fingers tangled in his hair.
“Yunho,” he breathed.
Yunho shivered, adding more attention to the other nipple, wanting to hear that whisper again.
He fingered the button on Junsu’s pants, twisting it around, tightening the thread. He had no patience for undoing it one handed, so he popped the button off. Junsu gasped, and Yunho lowered the zipper.
“Jaejoong is going to be mad,” Junsu managed to say, voice breathless.
“I’ll buy him another pair.”
Junsu lifted his hips and Yunho pulled the pants off. When he went back to kiss Junsu’s lips, Junsu tsked at him. “Nope. Naked. Now.”
Yunho smiled and undid his pants and stripped down. He settled back over Junsu’s body. Junsu hooked a leg around Yunho’s waist, lifted his hips and rubbed their erections together.
He moaned. “Okay. That’s better.”
Yunho chuckled and went back to licking and kissing Junsu’s skin. With hands on either side of Junsu’s body, Yunho kissed Junsu’s hip bones, dragging his lips over the shuddering skin. Yunho took his time, giving attention to every inch of Junsu’s upper body, whimpers accompanying every brush of lips, every slide of tongue.
“Please, Yunho, please,” Junsu muttered.
“What, SuSu? I live for you. What do you want?”
“You.”
Yunho chuckled. He lifted Junsu’s cock away from his body and licked the head. Junsu moaned and arched his hips into the touch. Again, Yunho took his time, teasing, covering all of Junsu with kisses. He didn’t suck to get him off, but just to worship and play, until Junsu’s hands were in his hair, gripping, begging with moans for Yunho to do something.
Yunho covered his finger in spit and slipped it between the mounds of his ass, and pressed it gently into Junsu’s body.
“More, please. Yunho.”
Yunho lay down and licked at him, still playing, moving his finger softly. He prepared Junsu slowly, two and then three fingers stretching him open.
“Now, Yunho, now. Fuck me. Now.”
Yunho waited a few more seconds.
Junsu tightened his hold in Yunho’s hair and pulled his head up. “Fuck me now,” he said with a glare.
Yunho grinned. “Yes, oh mighty master of my heart and body and soul.”
“God, shut up and fuck me.”
Yunho leaned over him. Junsu’s legs went around his waist. With a bit of direction and a small shift, Yunho sank into him. Junsu cried out, neck arching, as Yunho slowly moved in and out of him. Yunho covered his face and neck and shoulders in kisses, whispering I love you, over and over again.
When Yunho took Junsu’s cock in his hand and started stroking, Junsu cried out his name and dug his nails into Yunho’s shoulders. Yunho shut his eyes against the pain and sped up, fucking him faster, stroking him faster.
“Fuck, Yunnie, fuck. More.”
Yunho tried to speed up, but his vision was misty, his body taut with need. He twisted his hand around Junsu’s cock, and Junsu cried out again. His body froze and then with a low moan, Junsu came between them.
“You’re beautiful, SuSu,” Yunho whispered, and kissed him, slow and languid as his orgasm waved through his body. He moaned into Junsu’s mouth as he came, jerking from the sensitivity.
“I love you,” Yunho said between ragged breaths.
Junsu whimpered, wrapped his arms around Yunho’s neck and held him tightly, body shuddering. Yunho shifted, gathered Junsu against him and lay down, running his hands up and down Junsu’s skin.
“Love you,” Junsu whispered into Yunho’s shoulder.
Yunho had no idea who he managed to make happy, but he sent a silent thank you to whatever deity was watching for allowing him to be with the man in his arms.
Part 17: The Proposal
Part 15: The Pleasure
Part 14: The Pretties
Part 13: The Persuit
Part 12: The Penance
Part 11: The Pabo
Part 10: The Persistence
Part 9: The Press
Part 8: The Puppet
Part 7: The Pressure
Part 6: The Politics
Part 5: The Party
Part 4: The Proposition
Part 3: The Problem
Part 2: The Prince
Part 1: The Purchase
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Rating: Mostly R, but some later chapters will be NC-17
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong/Junsu, Jaejoong/Junsu and implied Yoochun/Changmin
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I'd make them my slaves.
Summary: On ShinKi, slaves give you prestige, honor and a convenient hole to fuck. But Jung Yunho has never owned a slave. Heir to the Jung Empire, he has refused to follow standard practices and refused his father's wishes to follow the family tradition of political leadership.
But then his best friend Yoochun drags him to the slave traders, and Yunho sees the most beautiful man. When Yoochun shows an interest in buying him, Yunho is determined to keep the beauty out of his sadistic friend's bedroom.
It's a simple purchase, but soon, as he learns more and more about Jaejoong and his world Doushite, Yunho finds himself looking for answers buried deep in the anti-political underworld.
Poster Credit goes to my darling tarta trshakespeare I ♥♥♥ You!
Part 16: The Persuasion
Yunho woke up warm and content. The room was dark, and the steady breaths of both his bedmates filled the air. He smiled. And then he tried to move his shoulder, and a deep ache ran through his body. He groaned.
The body on his right shifted. “Yunho?”
Yunho kissed Jae’s shoulder.
“You alright?”
“Fabulously sore.”
Jae chuckled.
“You’re still mad at me, aren’t you?”
“Maybe a tiny bit, but not so much that a kiss wouldn’t take care of it.”
Yunho smiled and leaned down and kissed his lips, moaning when Jae slipped his tongue on his lower lip.
Junsu whimpered on his other side, but didn’t wake up.
“Are you two okay?” Yunho asked, suddenly afraid of the answer.
“Yeah. I guess. I mean. Last night was … interesting. We’ll be alright. Junsu’s pretty cool. We talked a little bit after you passed out on us. We won’t be awkward with each other anymore, that’s for sure.”
Yunho kissed Jae’s lips. “Thank you, for taking a chance. Really. Thank you.”
“Did we even have a choice?” Jae asked with a smile. “Both or neither, how is that even fair to us?”
Yunho shrugged. “It worked, didn’t it?”
“Manipulative bastard.”
“I am, but you didn’t have to. Neither of you did. So thank you. And god, thank you for amazing sex. Seriously. I don’t think I’ve ever had sex that good. Ever.”
“Not even with your darling Heechul?”
Yunho laughed. “No. He’s good. But you two were fantastic.”
“Want to go running this morning?”
“God, no. No. No. No.”
“Yunnie?”
Yunho turned to Junsu. “Sorry, SuSu. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
Junsu smiled and curled into Yunho’s chest. “S’okay. You alright?”
“Yes. We’ll see how sore I am when I try to stand up though.”
Junsu giggled softly.
Jae curled up on Yunho’s other side. He reached over and ran his fingers through Junsu’s hair.
Junsu smiled. “Did he wake you up too, Joongie?”
“Yes.”
“Selfish bastard.”
They chuckled.
“Sorry,” Yunho said.
Jae groaned. “I need to get up anyway.”
“What? It’s only six. The sun isn’t even up.”
“Well, someone has me cooking for nine people today.”
“Nine?” Junsu said.
Yunho nodded. “Yoochun and his slaves are coming over for lunch.”
Junsu went really, really still. His breath shortened. “Yoo-Yoochun?”
“He’s not going to touch you.”
“No, please, Yunho, please, don’t let him come over please, please.”
Yunho frowned. “SuSu, what’s …”
“No, please. Yunho. Please. Not him. I don’t want to see him.”
Yunho met Jaejoong’s eyes. Jae shrugged.
Yunho tried to get Junsu to look at him, but Junsu burrowed more deeply into Yunho’s body, hiding his face against his neck, still muttering. His fingers dug into Yunho’s chest. Yunho ran his hands over Junsu’s back and shoulders. Over the trembling skin, and the scars.
Scars.
“Su?” Yunho whispered. He traced one scar on his shoulder with his finger. “Su, did Yoochun do this to you?”
He felt Junsu swallow. Yunho carefully took Junsu’s face in his hands. There were tears brimming his eyes, and he blinked once, and they spilled over.
“When?” Yunho said, trying hard not to let the anger running through his body manifest to Junsu.
Junsu shut his eyes, more tears falling.
Jae crawled over them, holding Junsu from the other side. Jae gave Yunho a look that said, Let me handle this, so Yunho shut his mouth.
“SuSu darling,” Jae whispered, calm and soft, “did Yoochun ever own you?”
A single nod, and the anger in Yunho doubled. Jae pulled at Junsu a bit, and Yunho tugged back.
“You’re hurting him,” Jae whispered.
Yunho let go, realizing his hands had been digging into Junsu’s shoulders. “Sorry.”
Jae held Junsu close while he cried. “Come on, SuSu, he’s not going to hurt you when he’s here. I think at this point, he’s going to be lucky if Yunho doesn’t kill him as soon as he walks through the door.”
“Why … why does he have to come here?” Junsu whispered.
“His new slave is one of my friends from Doushite, and I want to try to talk to him.”
“Oh.”
“When did he own you?”
Junsu swallowed. “About three years ago.”
Jae met Yunho’s eyes again.
“He said … he said Yunho didn’t want me anymore. That Yunho knew-” He broke off with a sob and buried into Jae’s arms again.
“Well, that’s it,” Yunho said. “He’s dead.”
Jae rolled his eyes and nodded to Junsu. Yunho took a deep breath and curled up behind him, kissing his hair and his shoulder.
“If I had known he had you, I would have done something about it.”
“He said he told you and that you told him to have fun with me,” Junsu whispered.
Yunho took Junsu from Jae’s arms and held him close, rocking him as his breathing hitched and body shook. “I never would have, SuSu. Never.”
“I know … that’s … that’s why the first night, I was … I was so happy to see you, Yunho, but I thought you didn’t want me.”
Yunho kissed him fiercely.
Junsu whimpered.
“I love you,” Yunho said adamantly. “I will love you forever.”
Junsu nodded and didn’t protest when Yunho kissed him again.
Yunho held Junsu while his body shook. The scars were from Yoochun. His supposed best friend, but damn that bastard. Damn him!
He met Jae’s eyes. “You may have to keep me from killing him.”
“I have a better idea,” Jae said with a smirk.
“What?”
“You’re the business man. Use this to your advantage. He’s committed this personal infraction, lying to you, keeping Junsu from you. And he has something you want.”
“What do you-“ Yunho broke off and smiled. “Smart, Jae.”
Jae grinned. “Hey. I’m not just a pretty face. I was a politician and a leader, too, you know.”
“Leader?” Junsu said.
“He was prince on his home world,” Yunho said. “Next in line to be king.”
“Wow,” Junsu said, eyes wide. “Really?”
Jae smiled. “That was a lifetime ago.” He leaned forward and kissed Junsu’s cheek. “You alright?”
He shrugged. “I guess.”
“We would never let him hurt you again.”
Junsu nodded and hugged Jaejoong.
“Come on,” Jae said and tugged on Junsu. “Let’s go shower and let Yunho go back to sleep.”
“What if I want to shower, too?” Yunho said.
Jae smirked. “Nope. You’re going to sit out here and think of us naked in warm water with soap dripping down our skin. Naked. Together. Warm water. Soap.”
Yunho flung himself on the bed and groaned, cock twitching at the images.
Jae laughed as he dragged Junsu across the room. The bathroom door shut, and Yunho heard the lock turn. He had a key for that lock somewhere, but it would take too much effort to find it and the blankets were warm, and he was still exhausted from the sex, and so he lay there, a smile playing on his lips and let himself fall back to sleep.
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Yunho paced in the living room. Jae had kicked him out of the kitchen when he tried to help and only ended up spacing out, thinking of the evil painful things he would do to Yoochun when he got there.
Yoochun had always been a bastard. Always. He was what his father and Bi would say was a perfect man in this world. His mind had been warped by the power and prestige. But at the same time, Yunho knew how to manipulate his need for power and prestige to his advantage.
Time ticked by slowly, closer to noon, when Yoochun was to appear. Yunho kept a tight lid on his rage, holding it in, saving it, because if negotiations didn’t go as he planned, then he was just going to have to kick the shit out of Yoochun.
A few minutes before noon, Junsu came into the living room. He stopped Yunho’s pacing with a hand on his chest. Yunho leaned down and kissed him, body shaking.
“I love you,” Yunho said. “He is going to regret hurting you.”
“If you do lose control and start beating him up, let me hit him once.”
Yunho laughed. He gathered Junsu next to him and kissed his head. “I will, SuSu.”
He held Junsu until the doorbell rang. With a deep breath he headed for the door. Jae came out from the kitchen, a warning look in his eyes. And Yunho nodded. He was okay. He was in control of this.
Yunho opened the door to a smiling Yoochun on the other side of it. He grabbed Yoochun’s shirt, pulled him inside and slammed him up against the wall by the door.
“Yunho, what the-“
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t kick the shit out of you right now?”
Yunho could see Yoochun’s slaves looking warily at their master being threatened, but none moved to stop him.
“What are you talking about?”
Yunho sneered, and motioned behind him.
Yoochun’s gaze moved by him, his eyes went wide and he smirked. “Hi, Xiah baby. I didn’t know that Bi sold you.”
Yunho ignored Junsu’s little whimper, knowing Jae was there to comfort him. He slammed Yoochun against the wall again.
“You stupid fucker. You knew I was looking for him, and yet you kept him. Filled his head with lies about me not wanting him. Again, give me one good reason not to kill you.”
Yoochun smiled. “Family alliance.”
Stepping back, Yunho returned the smile. Yoochun was playing right into what Yunho had planned. It was too easy.
“And how is that a threat to me?” Yunho asked. “The Park Family is only powerful because of the alliance they have with the Jungs. The Jungs are powerful on their own. All I have to do is drop your dead body outside your father’s house, tell them you betrayed me, and they’ll start apologizing for your failure.”
“Well, you haven’t killed me yet, so what do you want?”
Yunho smiled. “You’re smart, Yoochun, to have figured it out so quickly.”
Yoochun raised his eyebrows. “If I refuse what you want, are you going to kill me?”
“No. But I will do everything in my power to tarnish the Park name and as I take over, destroy the alliance with you and build a stronger one with the Choi Family.”
Yoochun lip curled in a snarl. “They are practically peasants.”
“And that’s your future. You know I can make it happen.”
The smile came back. “Then what do you want.”
“Max.”
The Doushiten in question jerked his head to Yunho.
Yoochun chuckled. “So predictable. Fine. It’s not like there isn’t another one from their world that I can purchase.”
Yunho nodded. “I understand that. And for every new slave you buy, there goes a bit of the Jung Family influence in your life.”
“Slaves are a part of us, you can’t do that.”
“I can. And I will.”
“You’re asking to be assassinated.”
“By you? Not likely. Now. Do you mind uncuffing him? Thanks.”
Yoochun scoffed. “Whatever.” He held up a hand, and one of the other slaves unlocked the handcuffs on Changmin’s wrists.
“I expect a contract for him on my desk first thing in the morning.”
Yunho and Yoochun stared at each other. And then Yunho smiled. “Who’s hungry? Hero’s made some fabulous food.”
He motioned Yoochun ahead of him. Yoochun eyed him for a moment and then nodded once and headed into the kitchen. The other slaves followed him.
Changmin didn’t move, staring at his free wrists.
Yunho watched him until Junsu touched his arm. He looked down at Junsu and smiled. “Go in the kitchen, stay by Jaejoong, okay? I’ll be right there.”
Junsu nodded, kissed his cheek and then left. Yunho moved carefully toward Changmin.
“Annyeonghaseyo,” Yunho said.
Changmin suddenly smiled. “Hi.”
“Are you going to stand there all day or do you want to go take a shower?”
Changmin shivered. “A shower.”
“Okay. I’ll show you where the bathroom is.” Yunho looked him up and down. Like the other slaves, he was only wearing a tight pair of black shorts. “You seem to be about my size, a bit taller, but I’ll leave some clothes for you to change into.”
“Thank you,” he whispered.
“I’ll have Jaejoong bring you some food.”
Changmin hugged him. Yunho, mindful of the bruises and cuts on his arms and back, held him only for a moment. “Come on.”
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The rest of the afternoon was tense, though Yoochun filled it with inane chatter. As soon as everyone had been served and satisfied, Jaejoong disappeared. Junsu stayed next to Yunho, a hand on his leg. Yoochun and his other slaves didn’t stay long, and Yunho winced a bit knowing that Yoochun was going to take his anger out on them. But there was nothing he could do about it.
He sighed after the door shut behind them and sighed.
Junsu hugged him, body shaking a bit. Yunho held him close, an arm around his waist and went down the hall to his room.
Jae and Changmin were lying in bed, curled together, talking in Doushiten. Yunho let go of Junsu long enough to crawl up on the bed.
“Do you have any injuries that need to be looked at by a doctor?” Yunho whispered.
Changmin shook his head. “I’m okay.”
Jae held him tighter.
And just like that, Yunho remembered the last time he’d seen Jaejoong cuddling up to a Doushiten.
“Fuck.”
“What?” Jae said.
“Between you two sexually torturing me last night, and this mess today, I forgot that we’re supposed to go to Siwon’s tonight.”
Jae’s face brightened. “Really? Can Changmin come?”
“What?” Changmin asked, and Jaejoong spit out rapid Doushiten and couldn’t quite contain his excitement and then Changmin smiled and said, “No way!”
“Hey, guys, ShinKi, please. My Doushiten sucks.”
“You’re getting better,” Changmin said, but Jae burst out laughing.
“Shut up.”
Jae stopped laughing but he was still smiling as he said, “Some of those that were at Siwon’s are from Changmin’s kingdom.”
“Maybe we should let Changmin rest before he has to be introduced to Heechul,” Yunho said with a grin.
Jae waved that away. “He can handle Heechul just fine. After Yoochun, being groped by Heechul is going to feel amazing.”
Changmin scoffed. “To you maybe.” He sneered.
“What?” Yunho said.
Jae smiled. “Changmin is stubbornly straight.”
“And Jae has been corrupted by the locals,” Changmin shot back.
Jae licked his lips. “Sex with a man is fantastic when it’s not forced.”
Another scoff. “I’ll take a woman, thank you.”
“Aren’t you always telling me I’m pretty enough to be a woman?”
“No,” Changmin said. “Weak enough. You’re weak enough to be a woman.”
Jae gave him a look of mock outrage. “You better be glad you’re injured, or I’d … I’d …” Jae slapped his shoulder.
Changmin looked around the room. “Did you feel the wind blow, Yunho?”
Junsu was shaking in a fit of giggles as Jae shouted at Changmin and dug fingers into his sides. Changmin laughed, easily grabbing Jae’s wrists, and with a quick twist, he had the blond pinned beneath him.
“Weak,” Changmin said.
Jae smiled up at him. “I knew you wanted me underneath you.”
Changmin rolled his eyes. “Please, Kongchoong. You irritate me.”
“You love me.”
Changmin’s smile fell and he hugged Jae close to him. Jae hugged him back. His smile softened.
“We’ll all go,” Yunho said in the silence, “but Changmin, I want you to sleep. You look like you haven’t slept in days.”
Changmin nodded as he moved off Jae’s body. Jae stayed attached to his side, arm around his stomach. “It’s been a while since I’ve slept because I wanted to.”
Yunho climbed off the bed, pulling Junsu with him. “I’ll come wake you up in a couple hours.”
They left the room, Yunho closing the door behind him. He and Junsu went in the other room.
“Are you okay?” Yunho asked as they climbed into bed.
Junsu crawled over him and kissed him. “Yes, but you said you’d take me shopping.”
Yunho smiled. “I know. I will. But it’s going to have to be on Tuesday. I have too many meetings tomorrow at work.”
“It’s okay. We don’t have to sleep do we?” A smirk danced over his innocent face.
“I’m kind of tired,” Yunho said and faked a yawn.
Junsu frowned, and Yunho laughed and pulled him down for a kiss.
“I am sorry I forced this on you, SuSu,” Yunho said, lips still touching.
“Hmm, I’m not.”
“Su!”
Junsu giggled and kissed him again. Yunho rolled them over, layering kisses down Junsu’s neck. Junsu arched into him with a moan. Yunho sat up enough to pull his shirt over his head, and Junsu took the time to do the same.
Junsu ran his hands up and down Yunho’s chest and stomach.
“I’m worried about you,” Yunho whispered. “You’ve been forced to have sex for seven years, and I want you to want me, too.”
“Jaejoong says I should call you ‘pabo’ whenever you say something stupid.”
Yunho laughed and kissed him again.
“I want to have sex with you, Yunho,” Junsu whispered. “But just with you. Well, and Jaejoong, because damn, he is beyond perfect. I love you, Yunho. I always have. I mean … before Yoochun I always knew that you’d find me. I saw you at parties sometimes, but you were never there long enough, or I was busy with my master, but just knowing that you didn’t have a slave and that you hated it all, well, it made it easier.”
Yunho kissed him softly. “I’m sorry I didn’t find you sooner. I should have searched for you more diligently.”
“Don’t beat yourself up about it, Yunnie. You have me now. You’ve always had me.”
Yunho’s throat closed.
“I actually got whipped a couple of times early on for calling my masters Yunho.”
“Well, you can yell my name all you want now.”
Their lips met again, the kiss more demanding. Junsu’s arms wrapped tightly around Yunho’s shoulders, his legs around Yunho’s hips, holding their bodies flush together.
Yunho moved his lips down Junsu’s cheek, to that spot just below his ear. He sucked in the soft flesh, pulling a whine from the back of Junsu’s throat. He licked down his chest, not biting, just using lips and his tongue. He didn’t want Junsu to hurt, just to feel how much Yunho loved him. It’d been so long since Yunho could touch him. He used to dream about it, wake up in tears because the dreams of his Junsu always felt so real.
He licked at Junsu’s nipples, slow, with soft pressure. Junsu’s fingers tangled in his hair.
“Yunho,” he breathed.
Yunho shivered, adding more attention to the other nipple, wanting to hear that whisper again.
He fingered the button on Junsu’s pants, twisting it around, tightening the thread. He had no patience for undoing it one handed, so he popped the button off. Junsu gasped, and Yunho lowered the zipper.
“Jaejoong is going to be mad,” Junsu managed to say, voice breathless.
“I’ll buy him another pair.”
Junsu lifted his hips and Yunho pulled the pants off. When he went back to kiss Junsu’s lips, Junsu tsked at him. “Nope. Naked. Now.”
Yunho smiled and undid his pants and stripped down. He settled back over Junsu’s body. Junsu hooked a leg around Yunho’s waist, lifted his hips and rubbed their erections together.
He moaned. “Okay. That’s better.”
Yunho chuckled and went back to licking and kissing Junsu’s skin. With hands on either side of Junsu’s body, Yunho kissed Junsu’s hip bones, dragging his lips over the shuddering skin. Yunho took his time, giving attention to every inch of Junsu’s upper body, whimpers accompanying every brush of lips, every slide of tongue.
“Please, Yunho, please,” Junsu muttered.
“What, SuSu? I live for you. What do you want?”
“You.”
Yunho chuckled. He lifted Junsu’s cock away from his body and licked the head. Junsu moaned and arched his hips into the touch. Again, Yunho took his time, teasing, covering all of Junsu with kisses. He didn’t suck to get him off, but just to worship and play, until Junsu’s hands were in his hair, gripping, begging with moans for Yunho to do something.
Yunho covered his finger in spit and slipped it between the mounds of his ass, and pressed it gently into Junsu’s body.
“More, please. Yunho.”
Yunho lay down and licked at him, still playing, moving his finger softly. He prepared Junsu slowly, two and then three fingers stretching him open.
“Now, Yunho, now. Fuck me. Now.”
Yunho waited a few more seconds.
Junsu tightened his hold in Yunho’s hair and pulled his head up. “Fuck me now,” he said with a glare.
Yunho grinned. “Yes, oh mighty master of my heart and body and soul.”
“God, shut up and fuck me.”
Yunho leaned over him. Junsu’s legs went around his waist. With a bit of direction and a small shift, Yunho sank into him. Junsu cried out, neck arching, as Yunho slowly moved in and out of him. Yunho covered his face and neck and shoulders in kisses, whispering I love you, over and over again.
When Yunho took Junsu’s cock in his hand and started stroking, Junsu cried out his name and dug his nails into Yunho’s shoulders. Yunho shut his eyes against the pain and sped up, fucking him faster, stroking him faster.
“Fuck, Yunnie, fuck. More.”
Yunho tried to speed up, but his vision was misty, his body taut with need. He twisted his hand around Junsu’s cock, and Junsu cried out again. His body froze and then with a low moan, Junsu came between them.
“You’re beautiful, SuSu,” Yunho whispered, and kissed him, slow and languid as his orgasm waved through his body. He moaned into Junsu’s mouth as he came, jerking from the sensitivity.
“I love you,” Yunho said between ragged breaths.
Junsu whimpered, wrapped his arms around Yunho’s neck and held him tightly, body shuddering. Yunho shifted, gathered Junsu against him and lay down, running his hands up and down Junsu’s skin.
“Love you,” Junsu whispered into Yunho’s shoulder.
Yunho had no idea who he managed to make happy, but he sent a silent thank you to whatever deity was watching for allowing him to be with the man in his arms.
Part 17: The Proposal
Part 15: The Pleasure
Part 14: The Pretties
Part 13: The Persuit
Part 12: The Penance
Part 11: The Pabo
Part 10: The Persistence
Part 9: The Press
Part 8: The Puppet
Part 7: The Pressure
Part 6: The Politics
Part 5: The Party
Part 4: The Proposition
Part 3: The Problem
Part 2: The Prince
Part 1: The Purchase
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