Soul Sucker
Title: Soul Sucker
Pairing: SuMin, YunJaeMin
Rating: R
Genre: angst, horror, slight romance
Warnings: may be slightly disturbing, non-explicit smut
Summary: Changmin belongs to Junsu. Junsu will never let him go. Even if it destroys them both in the process.
You remember waking up, sweat drenching your brow and clinging to your body. You remember looking into his eyes, smiling in relief and curling into his warm body. He holds you as you cry away your nightmares, each tear drop another piece until you can't remember it. In fact, you can't remember anything.
He has that ability. He makes you forget shards of your life that escape your body in tears. You know that soon, if you don't break away from him, there will be nothing of yourself left. But you love him too much to let go.
You remember how he then cupped you face in his strong hands and kissed you tenderly, striking a fire within you that leaves you clinging to his shoulders and screaming his name. And after wards, you remember nothing at all. And you fall deeper into his control.
When you wake the next morning, you can barely move. And yet he is vibrant, full of energy and life whilst you are empty. He has sucked them from you as he drew pleasure from you. And you don't care.
He looks down at your lifeless body, your eyes the only things that can move. He laughs, before pulling a few strands of hair from your head. It stings, but you are unable to wince.
He says how soon it will all be over, soon you will be nothing more then a lifeless drone. You know you should be scared, but instead all you want is for him to kiss you, for him to say that he loves you.
But instead he leaves without even the slightest hint of goodbye. Your eyes flutter close, because you no longer have the strength to keep them open. But your mind still works. Your mind still craves his touch, imagines him inside of you in every possible way, dragging your soul out of you whilst bring you to the highest pleasure.
Your lover returns to see you shaking and covered in milky white liquid. He laughs again but he doesn't help you wash. Instead, he opens your mouth with his fingers and forces himself down your throat.
You wish you had enough strength to pleasure him properly, instead of just having him thrust in and out of an open mouth, but you have yet to gain the strength to move. You know he's reaching climax by the way he pulls at your hair, and the way that he moans. He pulls out of your mouth and cums on your face.
It doesn't matter. You just wish you could taste it. He hears your thoughts and wipes your face with his fingers, before jamming them in between your lips. You suck with as much strength as possible, and shakily wrap your tongue around the fingers. He smiles at you, and you're pleased.
He then leaves again, and you hear your stomach rumble. You wish your lover could take away such stupid necessities such as food and water. But it doesn't matter. Soon you won't have to be concerned with human desires.
You hear the door open, and hear a woman's loud moans. It tears at your heart, but you shouldn't be surprised. You are unable to please him tonight, unable to feed him, so he has to go to others for satisfaction.
You want to block the sounds out, but you can't. The woman is too loud, probably drunk, and in such a state his ministrations would be too much for anyone to handle. They're too much for most even when you aren't sensitive.
Thankfully, the sounds end soon. You fall asleep, knowing that in the morning, you will be able to do whatever he wants. You exist to please him, after all. Because you are his. He has made sure of that.
The next day, you are stiff and sore. You wash your body, you eat and eat until you finally have your fill, and you swallow water to rid your dehydration. Your lover comes out, and he wraps his arms around your waist. He apologizes for last night, but you smile and say that you understand.
He then takes you out, and you can't remember this much people. You don't remember so much pain from being outside. It crushes you under it's weight. You whimper, and he decides to take you home.
Once in the comforts of home, you are fine. And you don't understand it. He does. He says that your time is coming. That soon you will be ready to change, to belong to him forever. The news brings a smile to your face.
It only takes two days and he finally does it, gosh it hurts but the pain pleases you. Your life is flashing before your eyes, and he's smiling, he's laughing. And you realise that you're dying.
Or are you already dead?
There's a loud gunshot, and he's falling, and you're screaming, and the door is bursting open. His bleeding body is covering yours, and you're losing it. Two unfamiliar people pull him off you, check his vital signs. He is dead.
They then wrap something around your neck. The pain, the scenes, they come to an abrupt stop. You start shaking and crying and they hold you tightly against them. You killed him. And now you can't even remember his damn name.
They take you with them, to a special hospital for 'supernatural injuries'. When your life stops leaking out of you, when you're feeling a bit better, they come to visit you. One has a handsome face. Brown eyes that match his soft brown hair. For some reason he reminds you of a chipmunk. He says his name is Yunho.
The other one looks like a porcelain doll. He looks cold, harsh, and yet breakable. He seems like the type to enjoy messing with you, likes 'playing with his food'. But there is kindness deep within his eyes. He says his name is Jae Joong.
They ask you simple questions. What is your name. Where are you from. How did you meet your lover. You don't know the answer to any of them, and it terrifies you. They do not seem affected. In fact, it seems that they expected it.
They tell you that you are from Seoul, Korea. That you had parents, and two younger sisters. They say that you were a brilliant student, a genius. They say you also had a passion for music.
They say you went missing a few months after your fifthteenth birthday. You were kidnapped by a soul sucker. They entrance their victims, seduce them, before draining life and soul from them.
Some victims they only take little from. However, sometimes they take pets. Those pets would have more time spent on them. And they would have every fibre of their being taken away. There was never a corpse, because their bodies would just crumple to pieces.
They say that your lover was a soul sucker by the name of Kim Junsu. Jae Joong and Yunho had been hunting him for hundreds of years, but never got to him. Innocent boys and girls would go missing, and they were forced to watch.
But you had killed him. You had killed Junsu, and had saved and avenged perhaps millions of lives. You say that you have no idea of what happened. They say that it's better that way.
You're going to be staying in hospital until you are stable enough to be functional outside of the care of doctors and nurses. Yunho and Jae Joong visit you every day.You find yourself liking them, and you look forward to their visits.
Your family flies over from Korea. It is obvious they are your family, because they look so much like you. They don't push you, understand that you have been through a lot and cannot remember much.
You start to become more like your old self. Apparently you were a boy with a sharp tongue and a strong wit, with a smile difficult to fake. And you start to make comments that make the room explode with laughter.
But you cannot forget Junsu. You have nightmares about him. And also the sweetest dreams. But what scares you is that you hear his voice. And you know he's there, and that he can control you. His body is dead but his soul is not. It's living inside you.
It scares everyone that sometimes you talk with a voice that's not your own. Or that you suddenly become a screaming wreck when he taunts you. You say that your not his anymore. He laughs that unique laugh and says that you are lying. And you both know it.
What you don't know is that Jae Joong and Yunho are holding you the entire time, trying to chase away your demons. Crying with you because that don't want to see you in pain.
You beg them to kill you, but they can't. But they sedate you, stick you on a machine that makes you nauseus but Junsu is finally shutting up and that is something to be thankful for, and yet you miss his voice.
You know now. You can't be healed. You've crossed the line of no return.
Shim Changmin is dead. You're just a broken shell of who he used to be.
A/N: I have no idea where this came from. It just... did.
Pairing: SuMin, YunJaeMin
Rating: R
Genre: angst, horror, slight romance
Warnings: may be slightly disturbing, non-explicit smut
Summary: Changmin belongs to Junsu. Junsu will never let him go. Even if it destroys them both in the process.
You remember waking up, sweat drenching your brow and clinging to your body. You remember looking into his eyes, smiling in relief and curling into his warm body. He holds you as you cry away your nightmares, each tear drop another piece until you can't remember it. In fact, you can't remember anything.
He has that ability. He makes you forget shards of your life that escape your body in tears. You know that soon, if you don't break away from him, there will be nothing of yourself left. But you love him too much to let go.
You remember how he then cupped you face in his strong hands and kissed you tenderly, striking a fire within you that leaves you clinging to his shoulders and screaming his name. And after wards, you remember nothing at all. And you fall deeper into his control.
When you wake the next morning, you can barely move. And yet he is vibrant, full of energy and life whilst you are empty. He has sucked them from you as he drew pleasure from you. And you don't care.
He looks down at your lifeless body, your eyes the only things that can move. He laughs, before pulling a few strands of hair from your head. It stings, but you are unable to wince.
He says how soon it will all be over, soon you will be nothing more then a lifeless drone. You know you should be scared, but instead all you want is for him to kiss you, for him to say that he loves you.
But instead he leaves without even the slightest hint of goodbye. Your eyes flutter close, because you no longer have the strength to keep them open. But your mind still works. Your mind still craves his touch, imagines him inside of you in every possible way, dragging your soul out of you whilst bring you to the highest pleasure.
Your lover returns to see you shaking and covered in milky white liquid. He laughs again but he doesn't help you wash. Instead, he opens your mouth with his fingers and forces himself down your throat.
You wish you had enough strength to pleasure him properly, instead of just having him thrust in and out of an open mouth, but you have yet to gain the strength to move. You know he's reaching climax by the way he pulls at your hair, and the way that he moans. He pulls out of your mouth and cums on your face.
It doesn't matter. You just wish you could taste it. He hears your thoughts and wipes your face with his fingers, before jamming them in between your lips. You suck with as much strength as possible, and shakily wrap your tongue around the fingers. He smiles at you, and you're pleased.
He then leaves again, and you hear your stomach rumble. You wish your lover could take away such stupid necessities such as food and water. But it doesn't matter. Soon you won't have to be concerned with human desires.
You hear the door open, and hear a woman's loud moans. It tears at your heart, but you shouldn't be surprised. You are unable to please him tonight, unable to feed him, so he has to go to others for satisfaction.
You want to block the sounds out, but you can't. The woman is too loud, probably drunk, and in such a state his ministrations would be too much for anyone to handle. They're too much for most even when you aren't sensitive.
Thankfully, the sounds end soon. You fall asleep, knowing that in the morning, you will be able to do whatever he wants. You exist to please him, after all. Because you are his. He has made sure of that.
The next day, you are stiff and sore. You wash your body, you eat and eat until you finally have your fill, and you swallow water to rid your dehydration. Your lover comes out, and he wraps his arms around your waist. He apologizes for last night, but you smile and say that you understand.
He then takes you out, and you can't remember this much people. You don't remember so much pain from being outside. It crushes you under it's weight. You whimper, and he decides to take you home.
Once in the comforts of home, you are fine. And you don't understand it. He does. He says that your time is coming. That soon you will be ready to change, to belong to him forever. The news brings a smile to your face.
It only takes two days and he finally does it, gosh it hurts but the pain pleases you. Your life is flashing before your eyes, and he's smiling, he's laughing. And you realise that you're dying.
Or are you already dead?
There's a loud gunshot, and he's falling, and you're screaming, and the door is bursting open. His bleeding body is covering yours, and you're losing it. Two unfamiliar people pull him off you, check his vital signs. He is dead.
They then wrap something around your neck. The pain, the scenes, they come to an abrupt stop. You start shaking and crying and they hold you tightly against them. You killed him. And now you can't even remember his damn name.
They take you with them, to a special hospital for 'supernatural injuries'. When your life stops leaking out of you, when you're feeling a bit better, they come to visit you. One has a handsome face. Brown eyes that match his soft brown hair. For some reason he reminds you of a chipmunk. He says his name is Yunho.
The other one looks like a porcelain doll. He looks cold, harsh, and yet breakable. He seems like the type to enjoy messing with you, likes 'playing with his food'. But there is kindness deep within his eyes. He says his name is Jae Joong.
They ask you simple questions. What is your name. Where are you from. How did you meet your lover. You don't know the answer to any of them, and it terrifies you. They do not seem affected. In fact, it seems that they expected it.
They tell you that you are from Seoul, Korea. That you had parents, and two younger sisters. They say that you were a brilliant student, a genius. They say you also had a passion for music.
They say you went missing a few months after your fifthteenth birthday. You were kidnapped by a soul sucker. They entrance their victims, seduce them, before draining life and soul from them.
Some victims they only take little from. However, sometimes they take pets. Those pets would have more time spent on them. And they would have every fibre of their being taken away. There was never a corpse, because their bodies would just crumple to pieces.
They say that your lover was a soul sucker by the name of Kim Junsu. Jae Joong and Yunho had been hunting him for hundreds of years, but never got to him. Innocent boys and girls would go missing, and they were forced to watch.
But you had killed him. You had killed Junsu, and had saved and avenged perhaps millions of lives. You say that you have no idea of what happened. They say that it's better that way.
You're going to be staying in hospital until you are stable enough to be functional outside of the care of doctors and nurses. Yunho and Jae Joong visit you every day.You find yourself liking them, and you look forward to their visits.
Your family flies over from Korea. It is obvious they are your family, because they look so much like you. They don't push you, understand that you have been through a lot and cannot remember much.
You start to become more like your old self. Apparently you were a boy with a sharp tongue and a strong wit, with a smile difficult to fake. And you start to make comments that make the room explode with laughter.
But you cannot forget Junsu. You have nightmares about him. And also the sweetest dreams. But what scares you is that you hear his voice. And you know he's there, and that he can control you. His body is dead but his soul is not. It's living inside you.
It scares everyone that sometimes you talk with a voice that's not your own. Or that you suddenly become a screaming wreck when he taunts you. You say that your not his anymore. He laughs that unique laugh and says that you are lying. And you both know it.
What you don't know is that Jae Joong and Yunho are holding you the entire time, trying to chase away your demons. Crying with you because that don't want to see you in pain.
You beg them to kill you, but they can't. But they sedate you, stick you on a machine that makes you nauseus but Junsu is finally shutting up and that is something to be thankful for, and yet you miss his voice.
You know now. You can't be healed. You've crossed the line of no return.
Shim Changmin is dead. You're just a broken shell of who he used to be.
A/N: I have no idea where this came from. It just... did.