FANFIC: "Playing God (Ch 19: A Not-So-Empty House)" (Pairings Listed)
Title: "Playing God" Ch 19: "A Not-So-Empty House"
Pairings: DBSK: YunJae (YunhoxJaejoong), YooSu (YoochunxJunsu); Se7enxRain (Past/Implied); KAT-TUN: AKAME (AkanishixKamenashi); BIGBANG: GTop; The GazettE: ReitaxRuki, AoixUruha; (More Pairings/Bands to Come)
Featuring: Se7en, Rain, Changmin (DBSK), Lee HongKi (FT Island), Tatsuya Ueda (KAT-TUN), Taeyang (BIGBANG), SHINee (More 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 dedicated to myeyeswillclose. This chapter and the next are dedicated to the lovely hydra_666, particularly for the presence of her OTP and her guilt in making it mine! Aishiteru, darling Hana!
Disclaimer: THIS IS A FANFICTION, as in I do not own the Main Characters (who are of course real people that belong to themselves and each other). All Technicians/Doctors/Executives/Billionaires/Random Assholes are created by me. I reserve the right to throw the names of all you sexy people in if I need them. Ok? Y/Y? I can't even prove Angels exist, this is just for entertainment purposes, and the idea is mine so please don't steal. Feel free to wave at the suspiciously familiar OCs when they arrive (chances are you've seen them commenting on previous chapters). Etc.
Previous Chapters: "Biographies" "Chapter 1" "Chapter 2" "Chapter 3" "Chapter 4" "Chapter 5" "Chapter 6" "Chapter 7" "Chapter 8" "Chapter 9" "Chapter 10" "Chapter 11" "Chapter 12" "Chapter 13" "Chapter 14" "Chapter 15" "Chapter 16" "Chapter 17" "Chapter 18"
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Parking his car in the driveway, Se7en glanced down the slightly-curved path to ensure the high gate was closed. Black guard dogs that had rushed to greet him reclined beside the fence, waiting for any sort of excitement they might find. Glad they seemed so relaxed; Se7en swept his gaze around the perimeter of the property and then punched the proper security code into the panel by the door.
The fact that there were very few cars in the driveway didn’t bother him. Most times, the majority of the vehicles were parked in the garage. Usually only Se7en’s and Rain’s own cars parked out front, perhaps with an extra vehicle now and again, regardless of who was home.
‘SoulMate?’ He asked as he unlocked the door and slid it open.
‘I’ll be home soon. Kiss the boys for me.’
‘I will tell them you send your best.’ He promised.
‘Saranghae…’
‘Saranghae, dearest.’ Se7en replied, frowning as he entered the house only to find none of his ‘family’ were present.
He would have thought that Rain would have had them back by now, as it was nearing ten o’clock at night and there’d been no missions logged beyond a simple check of a suspicious property. It should have been a standard ‘day’, with the last semi-dangerous foray being a brief visit to the grounds of The Haven to check for any sign of Yunho.
Still, in spite of his beliefs to the contrary, the house was largely deserted. Changmin was not in his computer room, though the monitors were all working away. None of the agents were scattered in the living room, kitchen, or responded when he called down the hall where the bedrooms were located.
The low ‘hum’ of a presence caught his attention, prompting him to move up the stairs and toward the upper floor of the ‘work’ wing. He bypassed Rain’s office, Yunho’s study and the shared workout rooms, another series of smaller offices and even more training areas, the spare kitchen and living area.
Hesitating outside the door to his own office, the Co-Leader frowned and stared at the floor. Slowly he traced the edge of the doorway and then moved his gaze to the keyholes in the double doors, seeing no evidence of tampering. Still, even with the doors closed, he could see the gleaming light and dancing shadows reaching through the narrow cracks.
A fire?
He twisted the knob cautiously, and it gave without protest. He hesitated in pushing the door open, tempted to say something. “I know you’re here.”
“We’re waiting.” A faintly amused male voice replied. “Come along now, it’s rather difficult to have a meeting with you out in the hall.”
Stunned, Se7en moved slowly into the room, well-aware of the fact that he was outnumbered, though unsure by how much. Wasn’t that a reassuring thought? People he didn’t know had invaded his home, and he wasn’t even sure if they had ill intentions, or what their numbers were. Nor was he sure where his own people were, or if they had already met his unexpected ‘guests’.
“Ahhh, there you are.” Murmured the same voice, and Se7en noticed that a beautiful figure clad in black was draped across his otherwise-clean desk.
Though happily mated, he couldn’t avoid noticing how striking the individual was. It wasn’t the sort of thing you could avoid noticing, even in dancing firelight and concealing shadows. Se7en was hard-pressed to think of a more beautiful individual.
Black boots disappeared under black leggings that looked like pants, except they stopped just above the knee and connected to a pair of short black shorts via black garters. The space between the shorts and legging served to flaunt perfect pale thighs. A half-skirt covered from calf to waistline on one side, a graceful black vest and belt taking over at the waist. From each wrist to just above both elbows stretched black arm-warmers, a mix of lace and silk. Silver charms gleamed here and there on the fabric, more silver in the form of rings on both hands; bracelets on his wrists, earrings and a single chain around the Kin’s throat also glittered.
Looking past the gleaming mane of shades-of-honey-over-caramel-over shadow, Se7en noted perfect pink lips that were curled in a faint smile. His gaze traveled up to meet with beautifully shaped honey-and-ochre eyes dusted with shadow and attractively outlined. They gleamed with amusement at his regard.
And that was when Se7en realized that the gracefully draped Angel on his desk was the one who had spoken to him in the first place. The Kin was male, and Japanese if he were to guess. More of the Resistance? He hadn’t had any success in finding out of there was a branch in Japan, though considering his guests that seemed to be the case.
Seemingly unconcerned and unaffected by his regard, the honey-haired figure on his desk stretched again. One leg still stretched toward the right hand side of the desk, hands braced behind him toward the left side, and other knee propped up. He arched back, maintaining the lazy-sprawl while managing an equally-lazy, cat-like stretch. As he relaxed from the arch, his wings flared, stretching toward the ceiling and then resuming their half-folded pose.
The light of the fire to the far left gleamed over the feathers that dragged over the mahogany wood floor in spite of the half-folded wings. The same shades of honey and shadow as his hair, each feather glinted in the bright orange and yellow of the fire. They had an almost mirror-like quality to them as some gleamed in the light and others melted into shadow, but at the same time others caught the light like a jar of honey caught the sunshine that streamed through it, turning it to a deeper, liquid color rather than a pale strip of light.
He paused, staring at the gleaming feathered appendages until their owner tossed his head again. Eyes drawn to the floating honey-over-caramel-over-shadow mane, Se7en resumed his steps forward and didn’t halt until he stood near the desk.
Long lashes lifted, and suddenly gleaming golden eyes were fixed on his face. A minx-like smile turned his perfect lips into a charming tease, and his voice was a purr when he spoke. “It took you long enough, Leader. I hope you don’t mind that we made ourselves at home. A little too cold of a night to go without a fire.”
“Who are you?” Se7en asked, one hand lifting in an attempt to catch the other’s chin and turn his face to the light.
The gesture never finished. A soft sigh of steel made him jerk too late, fiery pain flaring along his cheekbone half a heartbeat after the low ‘thunk’ of steel penetrating wood reached his ears. Lifting the back of his hand to brush at the line of blood, Se7en glanced over his shoulder at the nearby wall and noted a bo-shuriken sunk half-way into the wood.
“You. Do. Not. Touch.” The words cut just as sharply as the steel had, their tone a low snarl of warning.
Warily Se7en looked over the desk and the beauty draped over it, eyes widening as the only thing that met his eyes was a shadowed corner created by the end of a book-case and the slight space between it and a window. For some reason the darkness boiled in that corner for a moment, as black as pitch in the laughing light of the not-so-distant fire, and it then was from that shadow a male stepped.
Se7en had taken a half-step back before he even realized it.
Black hair, gleaming white skin, sin-filled eyes and wings as dark as the most starless night, the angel greeted him with a feral smile. A pale, graceful hand rose from his side, hovering at chest height it was marked with black-painted nails. It gave a graceful twist that could almost be mistaken for a greeting, and Se7en noticed more bo-shuriken was balanced between each of the pale fingers.
Black jeans covered graceful legs, a clinging black shirt rode high on one hip, flashing porcelain skin, a flowing black velvet jacket clung and flowed with each movement. A katana rode at one hip, half-hidden due to the jacket, its hilt and sheath also black. Subtle beading gleamed on the jacket in the firelight, a silver pendant and a hint of silver in his ears also shining from the flames. The black ring at his lip also gleamed dully, unlike his eyes which seemed to swallow the light.
Looking at all the dark-beauty of him, Se7en recoiled again with a faint gasp. “The Death Arch.”
The feral smile widened. “I had almost lost faith you knew anything at all, Guardian. But just before I decide that you are of no use to us, you prove I may be mistaken. Since this is so, you will get one more chance. But allow me also to impart some advice.”
Voice deserting him for the moment, the lone Kin inclined his head and hope that none of his family had made the mistake of angering this Arch Angel. He coughed softly. “I will listen.”
“Do not even think of setting a hand on my mate, and you will live to see the sunrise.” The bo-shuriken disappeared as his right hand rose, palm up in mute invitation.
The honey-haired male on the desk smiled and twisted his hips, booted feet touching the floor as his hand rose gracefully to rest in the other male's waiting grip. Gently pulled off the desk and to his mate’s side, he remained smiling for a moment before he spoke.
His tone was playfully chiding. “You should play nicely, Yuu.”
A black brow arched in mute question.
The honey-and-shadow wings flared and then folded, and the man lifted his free hand to dust short strands of gold from the shoulder of his jacket with a pointed look at his dark counterpart. The mixed-blood Kin looked slightly contrite.
It took Se7en a moment to realize that the bo-shuriken had brushed a lock of the Arch’s hair when it flew past, and now the golden strands were slightly shorter than they had been. “A close throw, dear one.”
“Forgive me.” Yuu purred, tilting his head enough to place an open-mouthed kiss at one corner of his mate’s mouth.
Honey-hued eyes filled with fire and half-lidded in pleasure. “Always.”
Se7en frowned as his eyes moved from the dark-winged Yuu to his lighter-hued mate. Mate to the Arch Angel of Knowledge and Death? “You’re an Arch.”
The honey-hued male looked back to him with a faint smile, ignoring the low sound of warning his mate was making at Se7en. The look wasn’t exactly agreeing, more a teasing expression with just a hint of flirting. Am I?
***
"Chapter 20: More Unexpected Guests"
I'm so fucking in love with The Committee that I could just die. Comments would be nice to let me know you appreciate them too, darlings! Do I need words? I don't really have them. >.>;;; kajdlka;js;lkajasasfaswuiow Uruha & Aoi. <3
Pairings: DBSK: YunJae (YunhoxJaejoong), YooSu (YoochunxJunsu); Se7enxRain (Past/Implied); KAT-TUN: AKAME (AkanishixKamenashi); BIGBANG: GTop; The GazettE: ReitaxRuki, AoixUruha; (More Pairings/Bands to Come)
Featuring: Se7en, Rain, Changmin (DBSK), Lee HongKi (FT Island), Tatsuya Ueda (KAT-TUN), Taeyang (BIGBANG), SHINee (More 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 dedicated to myeyeswillclose. This chapter and the next are dedicated to the lovely hydra_666, particularly for the presence of her OTP and her guilt in making it mine! Aishiteru, darling Hana!
Disclaimer: THIS IS A FANFICTION, as in I do not own the Main Characters (who are of course real people that belong to themselves and each other). All Technicians/Doctors/Executives/Billionaires/Random Assholes are created by me. I reserve the right to throw the names of all you sexy people in if I need them. Ok? Y/Y? I can't even prove Angels exist, this is just for entertainment purposes, and the idea is mine so please don't steal. Feel free to wave at the suspiciously familiar OCs when they arrive (chances are you've seen them commenting on previous chapters). Etc.
Previous Chapters: "Biographies" "Chapter 1" "Chapter 2" "Chapter 3" "Chapter 4" "Chapter 5" "Chapter 6" "Chapter 7" "Chapter 8" "Chapter 9" "Chapter 10" "Chapter 11" "Chapter 12" "Chapter 13" "Chapter 14" "Chapter 15" "Chapter 16" "Chapter 17" "Chapter 18"
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Parking his car in the driveway, Se7en glanced down the slightly-curved path to ensure the high gate was closed. Black guard dogs that had rushed to greet him reclined beside the fence, waiting for any sort of excitement they might find. Glad they seemed so relaxed; Se7en swept his gaze around the perimeter of the property and then punched the proper security code into the panel by the door.
The fact that there were very few cars in the driveway didn’t bother him. Most times, the majority of the vehicles were parked in the garage. Usually only Se7en’s and Rain’s own cars parked out front, perhaps with an extra vehicle now and again, regardless of who was home.
‘SoulMate?’ He asked as he unlocked the door and slid it open.
‘I’ll be home soon. Kiss the boys for me.’
‘I will tell them you send your best.’ He promised.
‘Saranghae…’
‘Saranghae, dearest.’ Se7en replied, frowning as he entered the house only to find none of his ‘family’ were present.
He would have thought that Rain would have had them back by now, as it was nearing ten o’clock at night and there’d been no missions logged beyond a simple check of a suspicious property. It should have been a standard ‘day’, with the last semi-dangerous foray being a brief visit to the grounds of The Haven to check for any sign of Yunho.
Still, in spite of his beliefs to the contrary, the house was largely deserted. Changmin was not in his computer room, though the monitors were all working away. None of the agents were scattered in the living room, kitchen, or responded when he called down the hall where the bedrooms were located.
The low ‘hum’ of a presence caught his attention, prompting him to move up the stairs and toward the upper floor of the ‘work’ wing. He bypassed Rain’s office, Yunho’s study and the shared workout rooms, another series of smaller offices and even more training areas, the spare kitchen and living area.
Hesitating outside the door to his own office, the Co-Leader frowned and stared at the floor. Slowly he traced the edge of the doorway and then moved his gaze to the keyholes in the double doors, seeing no evidence of tampering. Still, even with the doors closed, he could see the gleaming light and dancing shadows reaching through the narrow cracks.
A fire?
He twisted the knob cautiously, and it gave without protest. He hesitated in pushing the door open, tempted to say something. “I know you’re here.”
“We’re waiting.” A faintly amused male voice replied. “Come along now, it’s rather difficult to have a meeting with you out in the hall.”
Stunned, Se7en moved slowly into the room, well-aware of the fact that he was outnumbered, though unsure by how much. Wasn’t that a reassuring thought? People he didn’t know had invaded his home, and he wasn’t even sure if they had ill intentions, or what their numbers were. Nor was he sure where his own people were, or if they had already met his unexpected ‘guests’.
“Ahhh, there you are.” Murmured the same voice, and Se7en noticed that a beautiful figure clad in black was draped across his otherwise-clean desk.
Though happily mated, he couldn’t avoid noticing how striking the individual was. It wasn’t the sort of thing you could avoid noticing, even in dancing firelight and concealing shadows. Se7en was hard-pressed to think of a more beautiful individual.
Black boots disappeared under black leggings that looked like pants, except they stopped just above the knee and connected to a pair of short black shorts via black garters. The space between the shorts and legging served to flaunt perfect pale thighs. A half-skirt covered from calf to waistline on one side, a graceful black vest and belt taking over at the waist. From each wrist to just above both elbows stretched black arm-warmers, a mix of lace and silk. Silver charms gleamed here and there on the fabric, more silver in the form of rings on both hands; bracelets on his wrists, earrings and a single chain around the Kin’s throat also glittered.
Looking past the gleaming mane of shades-of-honey-over-caramel-over shadow, Se7en noted perfect pink lips that were curled in a faint smile. His gaze traveled up to meet with beautifully shaped honey-and-ochre eyes dusted with shadow and attractively outlined. They gleamed with amusement at his regard.
And that was when Se7en realized that the gracefully draped Angel on his desk was the one who had spoken to him in the first place. The Kin was male, and Japanese if he were to guess. More of the Resistance? He hadn’t had any success in finding out of there was a branch in Japan, though considering his guests that seemed to be the case.
Seemingly unconcerned and unaffected by his regard, the honey-haired figure on his desk stretched again. One leg still stretched toward the right hand side of the desk, hands braced behind him toward the left side, and other knee propped up. He arched back, maintaining the lazy-sprawl while managing an equally-lazy, cat-like stretch. As he relaxed from the arch, his wings flared, stretching toward the ceiling and then resuming their half-folded pose.
The light of the fire to the far left gleamed over the feathers that dragged over the mahogany wood floor in spite of the half-folded wings. The same shades of honey and shadow as his hair, each feather glinted in the bright orange and yellow of the fire. They had an almost mirror-like quality to them as some gleamed in the light and others melted into shadow, but at the same time others caught the light like a jar of honey caught the sunshine that streamed through it, turning it to a deeper, liquid color rather than a pale strip of light.
He paused, staring at the gleaming feathered appendages until their owner tossed his head again. Eyes drawn to the floating honey-over-caramel-over-shadow mane, Se7en resumed his steps forward and didn’t halt until he stood near the desk.
Long lashes lifted, and suddenly gleaming golden eyes were fixed on his face. A minx-like smile turned his perfect lips into a charming tease, and his voice was a purr when he spoke. “It took you long enough, Leader. I hope you don’t mind that we made ourselves at home. A little too cold of a night to go without a fire.”
“Who are you?” Se7en asked, one hand lifting in an attempt to catch the other’s chin and turn his face to the light.
The gesture never finished. A soft sigh of steel made him jerk too late, fiery pain flaring along his cheekbone half a heartbeat after the low ‘thunk’ of steel penetrating wood reached his ears. Lifting the back of his hand to brush at the line of blood, Se7en glanced over his shoulder at the nearby wall and noted a bo-shuriken sunk half-way into the wood.
“You. Do. Not. Touch.” The words cut just as sharply as the steel had, their tone a low snarl of warning.
Warily Se7en looked over the desk and the beauty draped over it, eyes widening as the only thing that met his eyes was a shadowed corner created by the end of a book-case and the slight space between it and a window. For some reason the darkness boiled in that corner for a moment, as black as pitch in the laughing light of the not-so-distant fire, and it then was from that shadow a male stepped.
Se7en had taken a half-step back before he even realized it.
Black hair, gleaming white skin, sin-filled eyes and wings as dark as the most starless night, the angel greeted him with a feral smile. A pale, graceful hand rose from his side, hovering at chest height it was marked with black-painted nails. It gave a graceful twist that could almost be mistaken for a greeting, and Se7en noticed more bo-shuriken was balanced between each of the pale fingers.
Black jeans covered graceful legs, a clinging black shirt rode high on one hip, flashing porcelain skin, a flowing black velvet jacket clung and flowed with each movement. A katana rode at one hip, half-hidden due to the jacket, its hilt and sheath also black. Subtle beading gleamed on the jacket in the firelight, a silver pendant and a hint of silver in his ears also shining from the flames. The black ring at his lip also gleamed dully, unlike his eyes which seemed to swallow the light.
Looking at all the dark-beauty of him, Se7en recoiled again with a faint gasp. “The Death Arch.”
The feral smile widened. “I had almost lost faith you knew anything at all, Guardian. But just before I decide that you are of no use to us, you prove I may be mistaken. Since this is so, you will get one more chance. But allow me also to impart some advice.”
Voice deserting him for the moment, the lone Kin inclined his head and hope that none of his family had made the mistake of angering this Arch Angel. He coughed softly. “I will listen.”
“Do not even think of setting a hand on my mate, and you will live to see the sunrise.” The bo-shuriken disappeared as his right hand rose, palm up in mute invitation.
The honey-haired male on the desk smiled and twisted his hips, booted feet touching the floor as his hand rose gracefully to rest in the other male's waiting grip. Gently pulled off the desk and to his mate’s side, he remained smiling for a moment before he spoke.
His tone was playfully chiding. “You should play nicely, Yuu.”
A black brow arched in mute question.
The honey-and-shadow wings flared and then folded, and the man lifted his free hand to dust short strands of gold from the shoulder of his jacket with a pointed look at his dark counterpart. The mixed-blood Kin looked slightly contrite.
It took Se7en a moment to realize that the bo-shuriken had brushed a lock of the Arch’s hair when it flew past, and now the golden strands were slightly shorter than they had been. “A close throw, dear one.”
“Forgive me.” Yuu purred, tilting his head enough to place an open-mouthed kiss at one corner of his mate’s mouth.
Honey-hued eyes filled with fire and half-lidded in pleasure. “Always.”
Se7en frowned as his eyes moved from the dark-winged Yuu to his lighter-hued mate. Mate to the Arch Angel of Knowledge and Death? “You’re an Arch.”
The honey-hued male looked back to him with a faint smile, ignoring the low sound of warning his mate was making at Se7en. The look wasn’t exactly agreeing, more a teasing expression with just a hint of flirting. Am I?
***
"Chapter 20: More Unexpected Guests"
I'm so fucking in love with The Committee that I could just die. Comments would be nice to let me know you appreciate them too, darlings! Do I need words? I don't really have them. >.>;;; kajdlka;js;lkajasasfaswuiow Uruha & Aoi. <3