FANFIC: "Rebellion (Ch 12: The Windows)" (JYJ/HoMin YunJae & YooSu)
Title: Rebellion: Ch 12: The Windows
Pairings: YunJae, YooSu
Writer: black_prophet (Midsummer_Slave)
Genre: Post-Lawsuit, Drabble, Separation/Angst (mild), Fluff
Rating: PG13
Warning: Umm, slight angst over being separated but fluffy conversations? Strong Bias/OTP presence. In later chapters, scheme/plotting/rebellion & overwhelming fluff. Cuddling. Random "Sender Names" on the text messages (yes I probably have entirely too much fun with those).
A/N: SM are the bad guys for keeping them apart! YunJae is true love forever! StanStanStan. *shot* This is for my Oni!!! Hey onichick I hope you enjoy this and accept it as an apology for being so MIA. <3 Co-Dedica for thesilveramazon because her comments make me smile!
Disclaimer: I do not now, nor will I ever, claim to own DBSK/TVXQ/HoMin/JYJ. They belong to themselves and each other. But if they were mine they'd all be in the same place and there would be world peace. Just sayin'. My Birthday is in August, people. Think. About. It. This fic is the product of my imagination, I do all my own stunts writing. Please do not attempt these techniques at home. No Beta (sorry for mistakes, I try to spare you).
Previous Chapters: "Chapter 1: The Phone Call" "Chapter 2: The Magazine" "Chapter 3: The Letter" "Chapter 4: The Text Messages" "Chapter 5: The Sanctuary" "Chapter 6: The Couple" "Chapter 7: The Maknae" "Chapter 8: The Hyungs" "Chapter 9: The Aftermath" "Chapter 10: The Invitation" "Chapter 11: The Sleepover"
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As Yunho expected, Jaejoong was easy to locate. The slender lead singer had retreated to the refuge of the small music room, tucking himself into the armchair facing the windows. Watching his lover for a few moments, the leader smiled to himself. Jae looked out on the night sky and the city below, but didn’t seem to see any of it. As usual, he was lost in his own thoughts.
“You know, considering this is the first time we’ve been able to spend the night together in a few years… You could at least wake me up if you’re going to disappear from bed.” Yunho scolded as he padded quietly across the room to kneel beside the chair Jaejoong sat in. He was -if possible- even more amused by the fact that Jaejoong seemed to expect his appearance.
“You were pretty out.” Jae replied in a low tone, catching Yunho’s hand when it was offered and pressing his cheek against it. “I didn’t want to wake you, or worse, risk waking Minnie. I don’t think either of you get enough rest.”
“First food and now lectures about rest?” Yunho laughed, nuzzling at his boyfriend’s shoulder. “Alright, umma. Remember this is your husband you’re talking to, and not your son. You don’t need to tell me to sleep and eat and take care of myself.”
“Only because you never listen to me anyway.” Jaejoong tsked. “Fine, fine… What does my husband want me to tell him to do then?”
Yunho purred. “Ordering me to make love to you until we can’t breathe would be a good start…”
Jaejoong shivered, his gaze shifting until his dark eyes locked with those of his boyfriend. “I wouldn’t dare to order the leader around.”
“We both know that’s not true, babe.” Yunho smirked, nipping at his lover’s mouth. “And we both know I don’t mind it when you order me around, especially something like this.”
“Mmm, so you’re telling me to order you around?” Jaejoong teased, smiling as Yunho drew him up from the chair and pressed him back against the cool glass of the window. “I’m not sure how I feel about that.”
“I could convince you to like it, if you want me to.” Yunho murmured, hands gliding along Jae’s abdomen and slowly nudging the hem of his shirt up and out of the way.
Obediently Jaejoong caught the hem of the shirt and drew it up over his head, tossing it over the chair. Leaning back against the glass, he shivered as his skin touched the cool surface and keened when Yunho’s warm hands splayed over his stomach. “Yunnie…”
“I miss your piercing.” Yunho admitted, his breath gliding over Jaejoong’s chest to his peaked nipple. Nipping it lightly, he knelt, placing trailing kisses over Jaejoong’s abdomen and hips. With a low croon he bit lightly at Jae’s navel, remembering the bar that used to hang there. “Both of them.”
“I’ll get them redone.” Jae promised with a shiver, one hand tangling in his lover’s hair. “Both, if you miss them so much.”
“Don’t you?” Yunho asked, biting at the skin and rolling it between his teeth. Dimly he was aware of the faint bump of scar tissue, all that remained of the piercing he used to be so distracted by.
“Only when your mouth is on me.” The lead singer admitted with another sinful shiver and a soft gasp. “And then I remember how much I liked them… Or at least how much you did.”
“I loved them.” Yunho agreed, kissing the skin -now faintly purpled from the attentions of his mouth- as he trailed the faintest edge of his nails over Jae’s hips and tugged the inconvenient sleep pants lower. “Loved how sensitive you were because of them.”
“I’ll get new ones.” Jaejoong promised, shuddering as Yunho’s hands slid around his waist to stroke the Roman numeral tattoos at the base of his spine. “Yunnie…”
“We’ll have to talk about your tattoos at some point.” Yunho murmured in an agreeable tone, ignoring the press of Jaejoong’s erection through the think silken barrier of his pants. Standing, he pressed his lips to the black ink etched across Jae’s pectoral, tongue laving at the words.
Deferto neminem.
Accuse No Man.
Always keep the faith.
Hands sliding up Jae’s back, he let his fingertips play over the named boldly inscribed there. Micky. Junsu. Yeah, it rankled a little that those names were so big, so permanent on his lover’s skin. And still, there was no trace of himself. Nothing beyond the proud TVfXQ at the base of Jae’s neck.
As though Jaejoong could sense his thoughts, the lithe male curls his arms around Yunho’s broader shoulders and nuzzled at his throat. “You are forever my Soul, Yunnie. Before anything else, your name has been etched into my heart, and stained on my skin. In the end, the only one I belong to is you.”
Yunho shuddered at those soft words, his mouth gliding up Jaejoong’s chest and throat to linger momentarily on the birthmark there. Laving the dark rose spot with attention, the Leader crooned his wordless gratitude and let his hands slide down his lover’s back, slowly nudging pants and boxers out of his way. “I love you so much, Boo. I can’t help but get a little jealous that their names are written on you.”
“They’re allowed a fraction of my skin and a portion of my heart, Yunho.” Jaejoong shivered as his clothes were stripped away and his body turned until he faced the sprawl of the city beyond the window. Splaying his hands on the glass he arched, smiling as Yunho pressed against his back. “And the rest of me belongs to you, just as I always have. Don’t begrudge them a little bit of me, I love them and you do too.”
Yunho purred at the black, star-flecked city that served as a backdrop to Jaejoong’s pale beauty. “True… But I love them a little less when I see their names on your skin. You make me possessive, Boo. I want to paint them over or strip them away, and cover you with myself until there is nothing on you that is not owned by me.”
Jaejoong shivered again, arching. “So possess me then, take what is yours.”
***
Next Chapter: "Ch 13: The Ringtone & The Right Thing To Do"
Rather than make you guys wait forever and ever and possibly ever for the other stuff that I was trying to work into this and couldn't (my RL is just not kind)... I'm just going to go ahead and give you a this, and as I get the chance, I'll try to go "back" and give you side-stories and the likes of which you smut-loving darlings deserve. I hope you haven't abandoned me, I'm sorry for being gone so long. I love and miss you all. Walking at the edge of the RedOcean, talk to me Cassiopeia! AKTF & Saranghae. ♥
Pairings: YunJae, YooSu
Writer: black_prophet (Midsummer_Slave)
Genre: Post-Lawsuit, Drabble, Separation/Angst (mild), Fluff
Rating: PG13
Warning: Umm, slight angst over being separated but fluffy conversations? Strong Bias/OTP presence. In later chapters, scheme/plotting/rebellion & overwhelming fluff. Cuddling. Random "Sender Names" on the text messages (yes I probably have entirely too much fun with those).
A/N: SM are the bad guys for keeping them apart! YunJae is true love forever! StanStanStan. *shot* This is for my Oni!!! Hey onichick I hope you enjoy this and accept it as an apology for being so MIA. <3 Co-Dedica for thesilveramazon because her comments make me smile!
Disclaimer: I do not now, nor will I ever, claim to own DBSK/TVXQ/HoMin/JYJ. They belong to themselves and each other. But if they were mine they'd all be in the same place and there would be world peace. Just sayin'. My Birthday is in August, people. Think. About. It. This fic is the product of my imagination, I do all my own stunts writing. Please do not attempt these techniques at home. No Beta (sorry for mistakes, I try to spare you).
Previous Chapters: "Chapter 1: The Phone Call" "Chapter 2: The Magazine" "Chapter 3: The Letter" "Chapter 4: The Text Messages" "Chapter 5: The Sanctuary" "Chapter 6: The Couple" "Chapter 7: The Maknae" "Chapter 8: The Hyungs" "Chapter 9: The Aftermath" "Chapter 10: The Invitation" "Chapter 11: The Sleepover"
***
As Yunho expected, Jaejoong was easy to locate. The slender lead singer had retreated to the refuge of the small music room, tucking himself into the armchair facing the windows. Watching his lover for a few moments, the leader smiled to himself. Jae looked out on the night sky and the city below, but didn’t seem to see any of it. As usual, he was lost in his own thoughts.
“You know, considering this is the first time we’ve been able to spend the night together in a few years… You could at least wake me up if you’re going to disappear from bed.” Yunho scolded as he padded quietly across the room to kneel beside the chair Jaejoong sat in. He was -if possible- even more amused by the fact that Jaejoong seemed to expect his appearance.
“You were pretty out.” Jae replied in a low tone, catching Yunho’s hand when it was offered and pressing his cheek against it. “I didn’t want to wake you, or worse, risk waking Minnie. I don’t think either of you get enough rest.”
“First food and now lectures about rest?” Yunho laughed, nuzzling at his boyfriend’s shoulder. “Alright, umma. Remember this is your husband you’re talking to, and not your son. You don’t need to tell me to sleep and eat and take care of myself.”
“Only because you never listen to me anyway.” Jaejoong tsked. “Fine, fine… What does my husband want me to tell him to do then?”
Yunho purred. “Ordering me to make love to you until we can’t breathe would be a good start…”
Jaejoong shivered, his gaze shifting until his dark eyes locked with those of his boyfriend. “I wouldn’t dare to order the leader around.”
“We both know that’s not true, babe.” Yunho smirked, nipping at his lover’s mouth. “And we both know I don’t mind it when you order me around, especially something like this.”
“Mmm, so you’re telling me to order you around?” Jaejoong teased, smiling as Yunho drew him up from the chair and pressed him back against the cool glass of the window. “I’m not sure how I feel about that.”
“I could convince you to like it, if you want me to.” Yunho murmured, hands gliding along Jae’s abdomen and slowly nudging the hem of his shirt up and out of the way.
Obediently Jaejoong caught the hem of the shirt and drew it up over his head, tossing it over the chair. Leaning back against the glass, he shivered as his skin touched the cool surface and keened when Yunho’s warm hands splayed over his stomach. “Yunnie…”
“I miss your piercing.” Yunho admitted, his breath gliding over Jaejoong’s chest to his peaked nipple. Nipping it lightly, he knelt, placing trailing kisses over Jaejoong’s abdomen and hips. With a low croon he bit lightly at Jae’s navel, remembering the bar that used to hang there. “Both of them.”
“I’ll get them redone.” Jae promised with a shiver, one hand tangling in his lover’s hair. “Both, if you miss them so much.”
“Don’t you?” Yunho asked, biting at the skin and rolling it between his teeth. Dimly he was aware of the faint bump of scar tissue, all that remained of the piercing he used to be so distracted by.
“Only when your mouth is on me.” The lead singer admitted with another sinful shiver and a soft gasp. “And then I remember how much I liked them… Or at least how much you did.”
“I loved them.” Yunho agreed, kissing the skin -now faintly purpled from the attentions of his mouth- as he trailed the faintest edge of his nails over Jae’s hips and tugged the inconvenient sleep pants lower. “Loved how sensitive you were because of them.”
“I’ll get new ones.” Jaejoong promised, shuddering as Yunho’s hands slid around his waist to stroke the Roman numeral tattoos at the base of his spine. “Yunnie…”
“We’ll have to talk about your tattoos at some point.” Yunho murmured in an agreeable tone, ignoring the press of Jaejoong’s erection through the think silken barrier of his pants. Standing, he pressed his lips to the black ink etched across Jae’s pectoral, tongue laving at the words.
Deferto neminem.
Accuse No Man.
Always keep the faith.
Hands sliding up Jae’s back, he let his fingertips play over the named boldly inscribed there. Micky. Junsu. Yeah, it rankled a little that those names were so big, so permanent on his lover’s skin. And still, there was no trace of himself. Nothing beyond the proud TVfXQ at the base of Jae’s neck.
As though Jaejoong could sense his thoughts, the lithe male curls his arms around Yunho’s broader shoulders and nuzzled at his throat. “You are forever my Soul, Yunnie. Before anything else, your name has been etched into my heart, and stained on my skin. In the end, the only one I belong to is you.”
Yunho shuddered at those soft words, his mouth gliding up Jaejoong’s chest and throat to linger momentarily on the birthmark there. Laving the dark rose spot with attention, the Leader crooned his wordless gratitude and let his hands slide down his lover’s back, slowly nudging pants and boxers out of his way. “I love you so much, Boo. I can’t help but get a little jealous that their names are written on you.”
“They’re allowed a fraction of my skin and a portion of my heart, Yunho.” Jaejoong shivered as his clothes were stripped away and his body turned until he faced the sprawl of the city beyond the window. Splaying his hands on the glass he arched, smiling as Yunho pressed against his back. “And the rest of me belongs to you, just as I always have. Don’t begrudge them a little bit of me, I love them and you do too.”
Yunho purred at the black, star-flecked city that served as a backdrop to Jaejoong’s pale beauty. “True… But I love them a little less when I see their names on your skin. You make me possessive, Boo. I want to paint them over or strip them away, and cover you with myself until there is nothing on you that is not owned by me.”
Jaejoong shivered again, arching. “So possess me then, take what is yours.”
***
Next Chapter: "Ch 13: The Ringtone & The Right Thing To Do"
Rather than make you guys wait forever and ever and possibly ever for the other stuff that I was trying to work into this and couldn't (my RL is just not kind)... I'm just going to go ahead and give you a this, and as I get the chance, I'll try to go "back" and give you side-stories and the likes of which you smut-loving darlings deserve. I hope you haven't abandoned me, I'm sorry for being gone so long. I love and miss you all. Walking at the edge of the RedOcean, talk to me Cassiopeia! AKTF & Saranghae. ♥