FANFIC: "Playing God (Ch 8: Stolen Intimacy)" (Listed)
Title: "Playing God" Ch 8: "Stolen Intimacy"
Pairing: DBSK: YunJae, YooSu (More Pairings/Bands to Come)
Writer: black_prophet (Midsummer_Slave)
Genre: SciFi/ Fantasy/ AU
Rating: PG13 (Language & Sensuality)
Warning: Fluff, Angst/Drama, Experiments/Medical, Weirdness, Rich Assholes, Sadistic Scientists, Captive Angels, Sensuality
A/N: This fic is now being dedicated to myeyeswillclose & rawrboysmode because I love them and they have strong bias-presence in this fic. I hope you two are enjoying yourselves. (Don't worry, more bands on the way!)
Disclaimer: THIS IS A FANFICTION, as in I do not own the Main Characters. All Technicians, Doctors, and most Executives/Billionaires/Random Assholes are created and named by me. I reserve the right to throw the names of all you sexy people in if I need them. Is that ok? Y/Y? I can't even prove Angels exist. This is just for entertainment purposes.
Previous Chapters: "Biographies" "Chapter 1" "Chapter 2" "Chapter 3" "Chapter 4" "Chapter 5" "Chapter 6" "Chapter 7"
SaHee abandoned Yoochun in the hallway two doors away from his own dorm, citing something about her phone or needed to check on results for something. Faintly amused, he made no remark at her departure. It made no difference now.
The Houses and the Common Building, along with the walkways and two ‘secured lawns’ that separated them outside were the only places a ‘subject’ could wander without the constant presence of a Kin-Tech. All other buildings required the Kin-Tech to use card-keys to enter and maintain their presence beside a subject. No matter if it was a ‘free’ building or not, cameras lined the hallways and more than a few listening devices were scattered through the building. It was just enough to let the Kin know they never had a moment of peace.
Not that they needed reminding.
The Dominant male hesitated at the door, laying his palm to the wood and slowly stretching his perception down his arm and through his fingertips, into the golden surface. A faint hesitation, and then he nudged past the barrier and gently probed the room. He could sense it was dark within, but that was no surprise. If it was, that was because he wanted it that way.
Withdrawing, Yoochun moved his hand to the knob and twisted it, opening the door just enough to admit his body with a deft slide and twist. Closing it quickly and silently behind him, he tilted his head to one side and let his eyes drift closed. The details of the room he knew by heart and found no interest in, so he merely waited.
‘It took you long enough…’ The thought was teasing, and playfully chiding.
‘SaHee has short legs…’ Yoochun replied with a sending of wicked humor. He could feel the other pacing closer, away from one of the bedrooms and toward this first room.
Without opening his eyes, Yoochun slid three paces over and then took several strides forward, effortlessly moving into the alcove to wait. The hall lay just to his right, and the bedrooms beyond it. He lingered in the hallway, all lazy curiosity and a sort of confidant patience.
So then, this was to be at his dictation. Yoochun didn’t mind, his relaxed dominant manner more than content to follow the other males lead, at least for the moment. After all, Junsu already knew what was going to happen. There was no doubt, he’d already Seen it.
‘I do not want to speak of that one…’ Jealousy lingered at the suddenly-sharp edges of a voice that usually only held affection and laughter when they spoke like this.
Silent footsteps brought him nearer, and Yoochun opened his eyes to watch as Junsu stepped around the corner and into his line of sight. Clad in only loose linen pants and a simple tank-top, the Seer considered him.
Careful not to react, Yoochun hesitated a moment, and then spoke. His voice carefully neutral. ‘What do you want?’
The jealousy ebbed slightly, pleasure flowing in its wake, like the stretch of a lazy feline rubbing silkily against his thoughts. ‘Take your shirt off…’
Yoochun felt his lips twist in a faint smile and one brow quirk in mute question and perhaps playful challenge. Following the request-order, he stripped away the gray fabric and tossed it aside. ‘And?’
Purring approval rumbled inside his head and slid down his spine like velvet. And still they hadn’t touched yet. ‘Turn away from me…’
‘Why would I do that?’ He teased, already half turning.
The tone of his reply was coyly knowing, his eyes teasing. ‘Because I ask…’
Facing the wall, Yoochun hesitated. A frisson of understanding swept over nerves that seemed distant. ‘You Saw.’
Pleasure flooded their still-fragile link, a warm-rush that eased tension from his muscles and made him sigh as relaxed enjoyment suffused every inch. It was like standing in the spray of a steaming shower, but the pleasing rain swept away inner turmoil and left only contentment and a lazy knowledge of what would be. It wasn’t the affect of a Healer, though some of that was present as well… This was simply the touch of a Mate.
His mate. Most days Yoochun shied away from even thinking those traitorous words, though each day the MateCall grew louder. His heart-rate had been ‘irregular’ since he had first arrived at the facility, because Junsu had already been there. Even now he could remember the sensation of it speeding in his chest, like it was making a mad dash to get into the building before the rest of him even reached the front door.
The day they first met nearly killed him. Think about that later…
‘A small window… A brief chance…’ Junsu sighed, moving close enough that gentle fingertips touched the point of Yoochun’s shoulder blade. The Seer hesitated, and then slowly spread the points, sliding fingers over skin until his palm rested flat against warm skin. ‘But what I Saw told me I finally get to see exactly what I want to see…’
Yoochun remained still under the touch, in some disconnected way feeling that touch as though Junsu stroked feathers rather than skin. Feathers on wings that were infinitely more sensitive to touch than any skin, particularly to the touch of a mate. He shivered faintly and tried to rein in his mind, attempting to ignore the way Junsu was able to reach almost inside him and touch anything he wanted. Such a skill was dangerous, to say the least.
He loved it. ‘See?’
Junsu crooned, pressing against his mate’s back with a swift step and a rub of his cheek against Yoochun’s back. Though he couldn’t know the thoughts going through the dominant’s mind -such things were carefully guarded and dutifully ignored unless Yoochun invited him to see- he could sense the emotions they brought. His ‘touch’ had certainly gone past the human façade, and for a moment, he thought he’d felt wings under his hands.
One of the things he wanted most. He sighed and nuzzled against warm skin. ‘Yoochun? Let me see your wings… Let me touch?’
The ‘flight’ muscles in Yoochun’s back trembled, as much from the affectionate brush of his mate as well as the request. To breathe the same air as Junsu was to court danger, the MateCall growing more insistent as they continued to be close to each other but ignore the bond. To bond in The Haven was to attract too much attention, too much danger. To ignore the Call meant the need built, and sanity waned. Not dangerous yet, but soon.
Petting? That was even more of a danger.
The warmth of the other body withdrew, the need in his voice stronger than usual. ‘Yoochun… Please…’
His eyes drifted closed. ‘You know we’re not supposed to, ever… Jae told us, Su-’
‘But I Saw!’ A soft whimper sounded in his throat, the rest of his pleading mute, but the noise quickly repeating itself even as he tried to stifle it. ‘I Saw and I just want them for a little while… Please? Please?’
Yoochun sighed, wishing he could at least feel some semblance of annoyance at Junsu, for all the good it would do him. He’d long ago figured out he could deny the Seer nothing, not that he tried that often. Unless it was their lives or Junsu’s happiness, Junsu won out.
And so it would be again. ‘You’re getting spoiled.’
Junsu grinned at the wave of pretend annoyance that lapped at the edge of his consciousness like the stroke of a distant tide. He could feel certain things as if they were his own, a pull at his heart or revulsion that turned his stomach. Yoochun’s rage also commanded his attention, the brief flares enough to make him tilt his head and wonder if his mate was well, the stronger ones making his ears ring and his world waver.
‘You love to spoil me…’ He replied with a hint of laughter.
Junsu’s emotions were like bright flares in the back of his mind, acting like beacons in the solid dark when he concentrated on them or simple candles that were easy to ignore if he needed to. He smiled, eyes sliding closed as he nudged a low purring disagreement back. ‘I have yet to begin spoiling you…’
Wings the shade of storm-clouds flared, stretching upright to ease the momentary discomfort of being ‘real’. After a lazy flick Yoochun folded them downward again, the long primary feathers almost touched the ground as he left them half-outstretched.
‘Better?’ He asked as he turned his head, watching his mate.
Eyes fixed on the dark feathers, the Seer stepped forward hesitantly, as though he were drawn close but hesitant to follow that pull. One hand reached toward the feathered limbs, then dropped.
‘You know you can.’ Yoochun purred, his smile lazy as he continued to watch the other over his shoulder.
‘Yes… I know. Junsu replied with a bright smile as his hands found Yoochun’s lower back, gently nudging him.
Obedient to the touch, the Dominant stepped closer to the wall, splaying his palms against the surface as he leaned his forehead against it and drew a deep breath. Junsu’s hands slid over his skin, tracing down his back to linger at the base of his spine. He smiled as those curious fingers massaged at the tense muscles.
‘Enjoying yourself?’ He teased.
‘As if I could do otherwise.’ Junsu replied lazily, nuzzling at his hair. ‘You’re half naked and pressed against a wall… And all mine.’
‘You’re starting to sound a little spoiled.’ Yoochun growled faintly at him, smiling to himself as the submissive shivered and slid hands up his back again.
‘Sorry?’ The Seer smiled, though his tone was anything but apologetic as he moved his hands into the soft down at the base of each wing.
Rather than all the feathers being the same shade of dark-gray, Yoochun’s feathers varied. The down and underside of the wings were slightly lighter shades of gray, some tipped black or edged in darker shades of a blue-gray. The primary and secondary feathers were a darker gray on the back, pearl shades that ranged from an ash gray to an almost-black.
His hands slid over the right wing and fingers gently burrowed into silken feathers, palms laying flat against the silken back of the wing. Twisting his fingertips slightly outward, Junsu slid his hands to the ridge of the wing, then slowly stroked along the flow of feathers down toward the primaries. He followed the way the feathers lay in order to avoid twisting or pinching them, instead memorizing the feel of them under his hands.
Yoochun was shivering faintly by the time he’d finished.
Junsu’s voice was a sensual purr as he leaned forward to brush a kiss over his mate’s ear. ‘Afraid I’ll rip a feather out?’
‘Something like that…’Yoochun couldn’t quite find breath to laugh as fingertips moved up the line of his spine, slowly sliding into the slight down silk that marked the beginning of the wings.
Junsu pressed closer, lips still touching Yoochun’s ear as he whispered. “I promise I’ll be careful.”
The right wing finished, he moved both hands to Yoochun’s left wing, one sliding up to curl over the ridge, his fingertips gently brushing Yoochun’s shoulder. His other hand slid over the point of the wing and curled into a gentle grip, holding it as he leaned forward to rub his cheek along the dark surface.
‘I didn’t expect gray, for some reason.’ He murmured along their shared link, turning until he was stroking feathers with his lips rather than his cheek. ‘They’re beautiful.’
Yoochun shivered, eyes mere slits and gleaming with an inner light as he watched the Submissive basking in his scent. On some base-level of his vaguely possessive senses, the display pleased him. Junsu was pressed against his feathers from lips to waistline, and Yoochun could keenly feel every in-and-exhale.
‘You are mine…’ Yoochun purred, free wing flaring and then folding flat to his back.
With it folded it half-lay against Junsu’s side, and he shivered slightly as the movement brushed primary and secondary feathers down the line of his ribs. Leaning against the folded right wing, Junsu twisted one arm slyly around Yoochun’s waist as the Dominant folded his left wing. Feathers pressing at his sides, Junsu relaxed further, gently tangling his fingertips into the dark silk as his lips pressed to his mate’s throat.
‘I have always been yours.’
Gentle acceptance washed away some of the restless rage Yoochun had been indulging in since his little spat with SaHee and the flare of temper that followed. With a sigh Yoochun dropped one hand away from the wall, reaching back between his wing and body to curl his arm loosely around Junsu’s waist. The Seer leaned into the touch, hand still gently stroking his wing, a soothing croon building in his throat.
Closing his eyes, the hidden Arch Angel sighed again, relaxing into the stolen intimacy. Until they were free, such moments were all they had. Until they were free and his Junsu was safe, this shared moment was more than enough.
‘I love you…’ The sleepy murmur made him smile.
‘I love you.’ Yoochun replied, mindful how close the other sounded to unconsciousness.
Inwardly, he tsked. Junsu was almost asleep on his feet, which meant he had a short time to coax the other into eating. ‘Susu… Food?’
‘No… Just you.’
‘How about me and a bed?’ He crooned playfully, reluctantly ‘dismissing’ his wings but smiling when Junsu pressed flush against his back and arms tightened around his waist.
The grumble over the lack of feathers was not remarked upon. The agreement to ‘bed’, wholehearted. And he was too tired to complain any further at the moment. ‘Sounds good…’
Yoochun straightened, twisting almost on the spot and tucking the male into his body as he walked them toward bed. ‘I thought so.’
‘Want your wings again… Between the demand and the yawn, it was hard to imagine how imposing the Seer could be when he wanted or needed to.
‘Next time, Dear One.’ Yoochun promised with a kiss to his temple. ‘I want yours too.’
The strong pulse of approval over that plan made him smile, and without hesitation he pulled the blankets up, wrapped himself around his mate, and watched as the other drifted off into sleep.
All too soon, the real world would interrupt again.
***
"Ch 9: "War & White Lies"
YooSu Moment! Comment?
Pairing: DBSK: YunJae, YooSu (More Pairings/Bands to Come)
Writer: black_prophet (Midsummer_Slave)
Genre: SciFi/ Fantasy/ AU
Rating: PG13 (Language & Sensuality)
Warning: Fluff, Angst/Drama, Experiments/Medical, Weirdness, Rich Assholes, Sadistic Scientists, Captive Angels, Sensuality
A/N: This fic is now being dedicated to myeyeswillclose & rawrboysmode because I love them and they have strong bias-presence in this fic. I hope you two are enjoying yourselves. (Don't worry, more bands on the way!)
Disclaimer: THIS IS A FANFICTION, as in I do not own the Main Characters. All Technicians, Doctors, and most Executives/Billionaires/Random Assholes are created and named by me. I reserve the right to throw the names of all you sexy people in if I need them. Is that ok? Y/Y? I can't even prove Angels exist. This is just for entertainment purposes.
Previous Chapters: "Biographies" "Chapter 1" "Chapter 2" "Chapter 3" "Chapter 4" "Chapter 5" "Chapter 6" "Chapter 7"
SaHee abandoned Yoochun in the hallway two doors away from his own dorm, citing something about her phone or needed to check on results for something. Faintly amused, he made no remark at her departure. It made no difference now.
The Houses and the Common Building, along with the walkways and two ‘secured lawns’ that separated them outside were the only places a ‘subject’ could wander without the constant presence of a Kin-Tech. All other buildings required the Kin-Tech to use card-keys to enter and maintain their presence beside a subject. No matter if it was a ‘free’ building or not, cameras lined the hallways and more than a few listening devices were scattered through the building. It was just enough to let the Kin know they never had a moment of peace.
Not that they needed reminding.
The Dominant male hesitated at the door, laying his palm to the wood and slowly stretching his perception down his arm and through his fingertips, into the golden surface. A faint hesitation, and then he nudged past the barrier and gently probed the room. He could sense it was dark within, but that was no surprise. If it was, that was because he wanted it that way.
Withdrawing, Yoochun moved his hand to the knob and twisted it, opening the door just enough to admit his body with a deft slide and twist. Closing it quickly and silently behind him, he tilted his head to one side and let his eyes drift closed. The details of the room he knew by heart and found no interest in, so he merely waited.
‘It took you long enough…’ The thought was teasing, and playfully chiding.
‘SaHee has short legs…’ Yoochun replied with a sending of wicked humor. He could feel the other pacing closer, away from one of the bedrooms and toward this first room.
Without opening his eyes, Yoochun slid three paces over and then took several strides forward, effortlessly moving into the alcove to wait. The hall lay just to his right, and the bedrooms beyond it. He lingered in the hallway, all lazy curiosity and a sort of confidant patience.
So then, this was to be at his dictation. Yoochun didn’t mind, his relaxed dominant manner more than content to follow the other males lead, at least for the moment. After all, Junsu already knew what was going to happen. There was no doubt, he’d already Seen it.
‘I do not want to speak of that one…’ Jealousy lingered at the suddenly-sharp edges of a voice that usually only held affection and laughter when they spoke like this.
Silent footsteps brought him nearer, and Yoochun opened his eyes to watch as Junsu stepped around the corner and into his line of sight. Clad in only loose linen pants and a simple tank-top, the Seer considered him.
Careful not to react, Yoochun hesitated a moment, and then spoke. His voice carefully neutral. ‘What do you want?’
The jealousy ebbed slightly, pleasure flowing in its wake, like the stretch of a lazy feline rubbing silkily against his thoughts. ‘Take your shirt off…’
Yoochun felt his lips twist in a faint smile and one brow quirk in mute question and perhaps playful challenge. Following the request-order, he stripped away the gray fabric and tossed it aside. ‘And?’
Purring approval rumbled inside his head and slid down his spine like velvet. And still they hadn’t touched yet. ‘Turn away from me…’
‘Why would I do that?’ He teased, already half turning.
The tone of his reply was coyly knowing, his eyes teasing. ‘Because I ask…’
Facing the wall, Yoochun hesitated. A frisson of understanding swept over nerves that seemed distant. ‘You Saw.’
Pleasure flooded their still-fragile link, a warm-rush that eased tension from his muscles and made him sigh as relaxed enjoyment suffused every inch. It was like standing in the spray of a steaming shower, but the pleasing rain swept away inner turmoil and left only contentment and a lazy knowledge of what would be. It wasn’t the affect of a Healer, though some of that was present as well… This was simply the touch of a Mate.
His mate. Most days Yoochun shied away from even thinking those traitorous words, though each day the MateCall grew louder. His heart-rate had been ‘irregular’ since he had first arrived at the facility, because Junsu had already been there. Even now he could remember the sensation of it speeding in his chest, like it was making a mad dash to get into the building before the rest of him even reached the front door.
The day they first met nearly killed him. Think about that later…
‘A small window… A brief chance…’ Junsu sighed, moving close enough that gentle fingertips touched the point of Yoochun’s shoulder blade. The Seer hesitated, and then slowly spread the points, sliding fingers over skin until his palm rested flat against warm skin. ‘But what I Saw told me I finally get to see exactly what I want to see…’
Yoochun remained still under the touch, in some disconnected way feeling that touch as though Junsu stroked feathers rather than skin. Feathers on wings that were infinitely more sensitive to touch than any skin, particularly to the touch of a mate. He shivered faintly and tried to rein in his mind, attempting to ignore the way Junsu was able to reach almost inside him and touch anything he wanted. Such a skill was dangerous, to say the least.
He loved it. ‘See?’
Junsu crooned, pressing against his mate’s back with a swift step and a rub of his cheek against Yoochun’s back. Though he couldn’t know the thoughts going through the dominant’s mind -such things were carefully guarded and dutifully ignored unless Yoochun invited him to see- he could sense the emotions they brought. His ‘touch’ had certainly gone past the human façade, and for a moment, he thought he’d felt wings under his hands.
One of the things he wanted most. He sighed and nuzzled against warm skin. ‘Yoochun? Let me see your wings… Let me touch?’
The ‘flight’ muscles in Yoochun’s back trembled, as much from the affectionate brush of his mate as well as the request. To breathe the same air as Junsu was to court danger, the MateCall growing more insistent as they continued to be close to each other but ignore the bond. To bond in The Haven was to attract too much attention, too much danger. To ignore the Call meant the need built, and sanity waned. Not dangerous yet, but soon.
Petting? That was even more of a danger.
The warmth of the other body withdrew, the need in his voice stronger than usual. ‘Yoochun… Please…’
His eyes drifted closed. ‘You know we’re not supposed to, ever… Jae told us, Su-’
‘But I Saw!’ A soft whimper sounded in his throat, the rest of his pleading mute, but the noise quickly repeating itself even as he tried to stifle it. ‘I Saw and I just want them for a little while… Please? Please?’
Yoochun sighed, wishing he could at least feel some semblance of annoyance at Junsu, for all the good it would do him. He’d long ago figured out he could deny the Seer nothing, not that he tried that often. Unless it was their lives or Junsu’s happiness, Junsu won out.
And so it would be again. ‘You’re getting spoiled.’
Junsu grinned at the wave of pretend annoyance that lapped at the edge of his consciousness like the stroke of a distant tide. He could feel certain things as if they were his own, a pull at his heart or revulsion that turned his stomach. Yoochun’s rage also commanded his attention, the brief flares enough to make him tilt his head and wonder if his mate was well, the stronger ones making his ears ring and his world waver.
‘You love to spoil me…’ He replied with a hint of laughter.
Junsu’s emotions were like bright flares in the back of his mind, acting like beacons in the solid dark when he concentrated on them or simple candles that were easy to ignore if he needed to. He smiled, eyes sliding closed as he nudged a low purring disagreement back. ‘I have yet to begin spoiling you…’
Wings the shade of storm-clouds flared, stretching upright to ease the momentary discomfort of being ‘real’. After a lazy flick Yoochun folded them downward again, the long primary feathers almost touched the ground as he left them half-outstretched.
‘Better?’ He asked as he turned his head, watching his mate.
Eyes fixed on the dark feathers, the Seer stepped forward hesitantly, as though he were drawn close but hesitant to follow that pull. One hand reached toward the feathered limbs, then dropped.
‘You know you can.’ Yoochun purred, his smile lazy as he continued to watch the other over his shoulder.
‘Yes… I know. Junsu replied with a bright smile as his hands found Yoochun’s lower back, gently nudging him.
Obedient to the touch, the Dominant stepped closer to the wall, splaying his palms against the surface as he leaned his forehead against it and drew a deep breath. Junsu’s hands slid over his skin, tracing down his back to linger at the base of his spine. He smiled as those curious fingers massaged at the tense muscles.
‘Enjoying yourself?’ He teased.
‘As if I could do otherwise.’ Junsu replied lazily, nuzzling at his hair. ‘You’re half naked and pressed against a wall… And all mine.’
‘You’re starting to sound a little spoiled.’ Yoochun growled faintly at him, smiling to himself as the submissive shivered and slid hands up his back again.
‘Sorry?’ The Seer smiled, though his tone was anything but apologetic as he moved his hands into the soft down at the base of each wing.
Rather than all the feathers being the same shade of dark-gray, Yoochun’s feathers varied. The down and underside of the wings were slightly lighter shades of gray, some tipped black or edged in darker shades of a blue-gray. The primary and secondary feathers were a darker gray on the back, pearl shades that ranged from an ash gray to an almost-black.
His hands slid over the right wing and fingers gently burrowed into silken feathers, palms laying flat against the silken back of the wing. Twisting his fingertips slightly outward, Junsu slid his hands to the ridge of the wing, then slowly stroked along the flow of feathers down toward the primaries. He followed the way the feathers lay in order to avoid twisting or pinching them, instead memorizing the feel of them under his hands.
Yoochun was shivering faintly by the time he’d finished.
Junsu’s voice was a sensual purr as he leaned forward to brush a kiss over his mate’s ear. ‘Afraid I’ll rip a feather out?’
‘Something like that…’Yoochun couldn’t quite find breath to laugh as fingertips moved up the line of his spine, slowly sliding into the slight down silk that marked the beginning of the wings.
Junsu pressed closer, lips still touching Yoochun’s ear as he whispered. “I promise I’ll be careful.”
The right wing finished, he moved both hands to Yoochun’s left wing, one sliding up to curl over the ridge, his fingertips gently brushing Yoochun’s shoulder. His other hand slid over the point of the wing and curled into a gentle grip, holding it as he leaned forward to rub his cheek along the dark surface.
‘I didn’t expect gray, for some reason.’ He murmured along their shared link, turning until he was stroking feathers with his lips rather than his cheek. ‘They’re beautiful.’
Yoochun shivered, eyes mere slits and gleaming with an inner light as he watched the Submissive basking in his scent. On some base-level of his vaguely possessive senses, the display pleased him. Junsu was pressed against his feathers from lips to waistline, and Yoochun could keenly feel every in-and-exhale.
‘You are mine…’ Yoochun purred, free wing flaring and then folding flat to his back.
With it folded it half-lay against Junsu’s side, and he shivered slightly as the movement brushed primary and secondary feathers down the line of his ribs. Leaning against the folded right wing, Junsu twisted one arm slyly around Yoochun’s waist as the Dominant folded his left wing. Feathers pressing at his sides, Junsu relaxed further, gently tangling his fingertips into the dark silk as his lips pressed to his mate’s throat.
‘I have always been yours.’
Gentle acceptance washed away some of the restless rage Yoochun had been indulging in since his little spat with SaHee and the flare of temper that followed. With a sigh Yoochun dropped one hand away from the wall, reaching back between his wing and body to curl his arm loosely around Junsu’s waist. The Seer leaned into the touch, hand still gently stroking his wing, a soothing croon building in his throat.
Closing his eyes, the hidden Arch Angel sighed again, relaxing into the stolen intimacy. Until they were free, such moments were all they had. Until they were free and his Junsu was safe, this shared moment was more than enough.
‘I love you…’ The sleepy murmur made him smile.
‘I love you.’ Yoochun replied, mindful how close the other sounded to unconsciousness.
Inwardly, he tsked. Junsu was almost asleep on his feet, which meant he had a short time to coax the other into eating. ‘Susu… Food?’
‘No… Just you.’
‘How about me and a bed?’ He crooned playfully, reluctantly ‘dismissing’ his wings but smiling when Junsu pressed flush against his back and arms tightened around his waist.
The grumble over the lack of feathers was not remarked upon. The agreement to ‘bed’, wholehearted. And he was too tired to complain any further at the moment. ‘Sounds good…’
Yoochun straightened, twisting almost on the spot and tucking the male into his body as he walked them toward bed. ‘I thought so.’
‘Want your wings again… Between the demand and the yawn, it was hard to imagine how imposing the Seer could be when he wanted or needed to.
‘Next time, Dear One.’ Yoochun promised with a kiss to his temple. ‘I want yours too.’
The strong pulse of approval over that plan made him smile, and without hesitation he pulled the blankets up, wrapped himself around his mate, and watched as the other drifted off into sleep.
All too soon, the real world would interrupt again.
***
"Ch 9: "War & White Lies"
YooSu Moment! Comment?