[one-shot] vermillion
vermillion; nc-17
yoochun/junsu
smut
summary: Junsu should have never snuck out the manor without Yoochun's permission because Yoochun doesn't play nice when he's disobeyed. But Junsu isn't as innocent as Yoochun thinks.
Party lights bounced off the dark purple walls, red, blue, green, and yellow, decorating the sea of sweaty bodies grinding together on the dance floor. The music continued to echo off everything it could, making the club walls vibrate with each beat. This was one of the hottest underground spots in Japan, and tonight was High Time, so people were pouring in by the dozens and it wasn’t even midnight yet.
Even on the top floor, the music could be heard, but thankfully, it wasn’t disrupting the meeting going on within room.
“What’s our client proposing this time?” Victor Fratianno asked after downing a shot of lard liquor. The middle-aged man groaned as he leaned back against the leather sofa. Jirou Nishimura, a few years younger than Mr. Fratianno, swallowed his shot as well.
“He wants us to sponsor his festival, or something like that. Up in New York apparently.” He turned towards the youngest of them standing by the large glass window.
The youngest of the three, much younger to be exact was standing by the large pane window that overlooked the large club beneath, cigarette in hand.
Nishimura smirked and Fratianno glared at the third man.
“What the hell is up with you?” asked Fratianno, but he only got a slight head turn as a response.
Nishimura chortled. “Park Yoochun marking his prey for the night… Stubborn motherfucker.”
Park Yoochun wasn’t exactly the nicest guy on the block, hell, he wasn’t the nicest guy in South Korea and North Korea combined. He was God and the Devil. He was the boss of Vermilion, a well-known Korean mafia organization in the underground world. Well-known as in the police wouldn’t even fuck with them if they knew any better. They were also business partners with the Yakuza in Japan and the Fratianno family in America, so they weren’t like the wannabes that try to act hardcore until the shit hits the fans. Yoochun was young, but he knew the business and he knows his life was on the line constantly. He was fearless, brutal, unforgiving, and that’s what made him lethal.
He was also very ticked off at the sight below him. He precisely remembered telling him to not leave the house without his permission, yet here he was, right in his vision. The two older men got a shock when they heard a low growl emit from the other man.
Nishimura had his glass hanging from his lips when he questioned the youngest male’s actions. “Are you alright?”
Without answering, Park Yoochun stomped from the window to the double doors on the other side of the room and swung the door open and left.
The old man frowned. “Always thinking with their dicks.”
Kim Junsu knew he shouldn’t have snuck out the manor, but if he was locked up in that place for one more hour… besides, Yoochun was out of town; he’d never know that Junsu went out to a club without his supervision. And, he just wanted to have some fun for once.
And he totally fucking was.
Junsu had never felt so alive in months; he loved the body heat surrounding him and the music pumping through him and the random hands touching his body. Excited, free, and just plain sexy were the only feelings he had going through him at that moment.
Hot breath caressed his neck and immediately, he leaned back into the stranger whose hands were running up his thighs to his waist. He knew it wasn’t the person he wanted, wasn’t Yoochun, but he was only dancing; completely harmless.
The hype of the song was coming and Junsu and the stranger were grinding against one another, lost in the moment. They didn’t hear the gasps, the catcalls, the whispers, and they didn’t see the crowd slightly separating, making room for the man striding across the floor, the look of a killer in his eyes.
“So what’s your name, baby?” the stranger whispered, and Junsu bit his bottom lip trying to hide his obvious smile. Poor schmuk… Slowly, he turned his body around to get a look at his dance partner, “My name is-“
Oh shit.
“-Yoochun?”
The stranger titled his head. “Yoochun?” This guy didn’t look like a Yoochun and he knew a Yoochun when he saw one. He worked for one. “No seriously, what’s your name?”
There was a tap on his shoulder and he brushed it off as someone bumping into him. He noticed the other guy looked like he had got busted. He placed his hands on the other’s face.
“Are you okay?”
“Get your hands off of him.” A cold chill shot down the stranger’s spine and right away, he dropped his hands. Now all he had to do was slip away and maybe he wouldn’t be recognized. “Seunghyun, if you ever as look at him again, I’ll put a bullet in your head alright?”
Seunghyun spun around and bowed several times. “Yes, hyung-nim!” He kept his eyes on the floor and he scattered away to hide.
Yoochun didn’t bother to watch one of his men run off like a scared bitch, but kept his eyes on Junsu instead, the later had his eyes on the floor too because he already knew he was in trouble. He grabbed the younger man’s wrist and Junsu could only obey and follow behind the other, off the dance floor.
Well there went that fun.
Even after having his back slammed against a hall in a poorly lit corridor, Junsu wouldn’t meet Yoochun’s eyes. He could sense that familiar aura coming from his lover so when Yoochun slammed his hands on both sides of his head, Junsu didn’t budge.
“Junsu…” he hissed, poison marking his words, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
Said person finally looked up, eyes narrowing as well. “What does it look like, Yoochun?”
Mr. Park never liked being talked to that way. “You know you weren’t supposed to leave the house without me there and yet you defy me. And of all the places to go, you come here dressed like a hooker.”
Now that was out of line. Junsu did not look like a hooker… He thought he looked quite sexy actually. What was wrong with tight black pants and a black sleeveless vest with a very low-cut crimson tank underneath it? The tank had a few rips in it but that was the style…
Junsu rolled his eyes.
“You own the place, Yoochun.”
“Not everybody here knows that I own you too,” Junsu glared, “So the last thing I need is to find you drugged up somewhere at a fucking motel.”
All Junsu could do was gap at the older. Was he serious? Junsu was positive that he could take of his damn self; he didn’t need some mafia boss watching his ass all the time. It was always like this, and Junsu wondered why he even bothered. Oh yeah, that’s right, he was in love with Yoochun. Stupid move that was, and what made it worse was that everyone but Junsu already figured that out. It was an idiotic decision, not to mention naïve, and lastly, it was dangerous.
And Junsu loved every bit of it. He was willing to take the risk. But right now all he wanted to do was give Yoochun a bloody nose even though he kind of had a point.
“You’re a jerk.” And the younger looked away with his arms crossed over his chest.
Yoochun smirked. “I know...” He took one hand and cupped Junsu’s chin to lift it up. Slowly, he leaned in to lick his lover’s neck. Salty and tangy this time. Junsu closed his eyes and sighed, pretending to be uninterested. The mafia leader was used to this common attitude; Junsu did it whenever he knew he was about to be punished. It was almost his way of begging to be fucked quicker, and Yoochun had no problem fulfilling that request.
Their private room was lit with a single lamp hidden behind translucent cherry drapes on the opposite side of the room. It was hidden under a red lamp shade giving the room a soothing ruby glow. Junsu entered nonchalantly, making his way over to the curtains and disappearing behind them. Yoochun closed and locked the door, shutting out the music from the club entirely. He followed the other man behind the drapes and sat down on the edge of the bed, focused on one of his shirt sleeves. He wasn’t prepared to be pushed back on the blood-colored sheets roughly.
“What the fuck-“
Junsu kept his hands on the other’s red shirt as he climbed on top, straddling his hips. Yoochun snarled at the current position, but Junsu was having fun already, giggling menacingly. He was instantly pulled down into a fiery kiss, tongues swirling around and teeth mashing against one another. Yoochun was growing impatient already and was in a hurry to rip that shirt off Junsu but then that was when he realized that he couldn’t move his hands. Yoochun frowned at Junsu who was hiding his laugh behind his hand and then he looked up.
He was hand-cuffed… to the bed.
“You little bitch.”
The later pulled back and waved his finger at the mafia boss with a playful smirk.
“Take them off.” He ordered, eyes shooting out bullets.
“Nah-ah, baby,” he purred, making heat pool in Yoochun’s stomach nonetheless.
Yoochun needed to be teased, the stubborn bastard always getting what he wants with just the snap of his finger. And Junsu knew he was the only one who could do it.
Slowly, practically pain-staking, Junsu started to unbutton his vest, one button at a time, and as he did so, he rocked his hips back and forth, rubbing his groin against Yoochun’s. He wanted to hold back, to not give in, but a moan slipped from Yoochun’s lips before he could stop himself. Already starting to feel the accomplishment, Junsu took his vest off quicker and tossed it aside with a flick on his wrist. He faced Yoochun with his head cocked to the side, biting his lower lip.
“How you holding up, Chunnie?”
Yoochun groaned at the nickname. God, he hated that name. “You’re fucking insane.” He jiggled the handcuffs which he now noticed were red and fluffy. He hated fluffy things too. “Get me out of these now.”
Junsu pouted. “You’re no fun.”
“I’m serious.”
“But don’t you like it…” Junsu leaned forward till his lips brushed against Yoochun’s ear and he breathed out, lust in his voice, “…when I ride you all the way home?”
And he pushed himself back and bit by bit, lifted his tank over his head revealing a glistening chest, covered with a thin sheet of sweat. Yoochun’s now hardened member wasn’t missed by Junsu who chuckled seductively.
“Yoochun…” he whispered, eyes dark with desire. Yoochun watched, helpless, as Junsu started to touch himself, hand sliding down his chest, towards his pants. He unbuttoned them, snaked his hand into his boxers, and rubbed.
Right when he threw his head back with a loud moan, Yoochun cursed under his breath for not being the one to pleasure Junsu like that.
“Baby…” Junsu whined, causing Yoochun to shiver. He paused momentarily and broke into a smile. “All those nights you were gone, I had to do this…” Yoochun swallowed hard, not liking the feeling of being defeated. “Sometimes I even had to resort to using those toys…”
Junsu pulled his hand out and bent forward, planting many soft kisses on Yoochun’s plump lips.
“But you know… They never did please me as well as you do.”
Yoochun breathed heavily as Junsu kissed his jaw, along his throat and down his chest. While doing so, he plucked the buttons off the burgundy shirt until the creamy chest was revealed. He flicked the hardened pink nubs before sucking and biting them. Yoochun groaned, arching up just a little bit. He couldn’t deny that it did feel good.
“I want you…” cooed the younger, continuing down until he reached the belt. He glanced up and their eye connected, something lighting off between them. “I want you so bad…”
The belt was ripped off and the slacks plus boxers pulled down to the thighs. Junsu squeezed his way out his pants and briefs and threw them somewhere on the other side of the drapes. He brought his head down and wrapped his lips around the head of the Yoochun’s cock and sucked hard, receiving a wonderful moan as his reward. He went deeper, engulfing more of the member into his mouth. He slurped and sucked, bopping his head up and down in a regular motion, trying to coat with it as much saliva as possible.
“Junsu…” Yoochun moaned once again but there was an eager undertone to it. Junsu took it as his sign to stop his teasing (he had to admit, he didn’t have a lot of tolerance either) and he crawled up and situated himself above the awaiting cock before dropping down hard, taking Yoochun into him in one sweep. He cried out from the shock and sat there for a while, waiting for some of the pain to subside. Yoochun narrowed his eyes with a devilish grin. He thursted up without warning and Junsu yelped. His surprised turned into a small smile.
“Fucker…” And he rose up and slammed back down, Yoochun meeting him half-way with his own thrust. Junsu threw his head back again, yet continued to bounce up and down in Yoochun’s lap. Every thrust upwards Yoochun gave to his lover made Junsu scream his name out continuously in a passionate cry, and Yoochun loved it every time, knowing only his name would escape those precious lips.
Junsu leaned back, resting one arm on Yoochun’s thigh. He kept hopping in one place as he grabbed his cock and started stroking it in sync with the thrusting. He whimpered eyes closed and mouth open, feeling his climax nearing. Yoochun was close as well, but he never stated that when they had sex. He kept up with his thrusting, making sure Junsu felt every little bit of him inside his walls. Make sure Junsu knew who the one was making him feel this amazing.
“A-almost… Ah-fuckfuckfuck-!”
Junsu’s body shook uncontrollably, orgasm stronger than had been for almost a month now. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could stay up but he did, loving how great it felt with Yoochun filling him up.
Now this was what being alive felt like.
Definitely out of energy, Junsu collapsed on the older male, sticky, but sated and happy. He was waiting for arms to wrap around him but all he heard was metal clicking against more metal. He broke into a laugh right away before looking up.
“You look pretty hot like that.”
Forgetting he still had Yoochun in him, the later pushed up again and Junsu whined and at once rolled over. “Asshole…”
“Junsu, go get the fucking key.”
“Fine, fine!” He climbed out of bed to retrieve the key from his pants and jumped back on the bed to unlock Yoochun. The second he did so, he wasn’t too shocked to find himself pinned under the mafia leader.
“You have no idea how much I want to hurt you right now…”
Junsu licked his lips. “Then hurt me. Punish me. Abuse me.”
“I’ll make sure you bleed.” Yoochun whispered against his lips
Junsu smiled. “I’ll only bleed for you, baby.”