Unleashed Ch. 2
Title: Secrets and Histories
Fandom(s): TVXQ
Characters: Changmin/Yunho
Pairing(s): HoMin
Rating: NC-17
Summary: “"You're damn right, we will be. I won't let you die, Changmin. I refuse."
Genre: Smut, WerewolfAU, Romance, Supernatural
Warnings: For this chapter, sexual content. Nothin' too crazy here.
Word count: ~5100
Minho finds himself between a rock and a hard place, quite literally. One second he was mere feet away from having Changmin in his clutches, the next, there's a large, black mass blocking his path. The mass has eyes, yellowish with thin pupils, and as Minho's vision becomes less hazed and he takes in the full view of the newcomer, it takes less than a second to figure out who it is. Yunho's teeth are bared, and he growls menacingly, vocal chords rumbling and fluttering strongly, warning Minho that he's not playing around. Minho's fury only increases as he sees close up the man Changmin rejected Siwon for, and he is quick to rush forward once again. Yunho snaps at his sudden movement, daring him to come closer.
"Back off right now, or I'll kill you where you stand..." Yunho theatens, canine eyes flashing wildly. Minho shakes his head, shaggy grey hair waving back and forth from the exaggerated motion. "I dare you. You're nothing. My pack will tear you apart in an instant." Minho retorts, confident in his pack and his own abilities. Their clan has lasted throughout the centuries, and this pathetic excuse for an alpha in front of him will not stand against their pure blood and tactical expertise. "You will pay dearly for killing my father, and for taking what's rightfully ours." Yunho, on the other hand, is not intimidated in the least. "Your pack ran like cowards when I fought your alpha last time. I don't fear them. I fear no one. You've threatened what's mine, and I won't stand for it." Yunho lunges forward this time, jaws open wide, sharp teeth glistening in the pale moonlight as he makes a move for Minho's jugular. Before he can get too far, however, he feels the distinct weight of another body bearing down onto his own, knocking him out of the way.
A voice screams "RUN!!" into his mind, in a voice so panicked and insistent that he feels compelled to listen. Every fiber of Yunho's being wants to fight, to kill. To establish his dominance as Alpha and make Minho pay for daring to threaten what's his. But Changmin is pleading with him, and he can't ignore his partner's cries. He lets out a howl as Changmin rolls off of him, one of frustration and anger, and of warning to the pack surrounding him. Yunho's eyes focus, and he sees Changmin in his peripheral setting off at a dead run, away from the clan's camp, in the direction back toward the city. Yunho has no choice now. He has to follow. Has to make sure his lover and offspring are protected. Yunho curses, growling menancingly and taking off like a bullet, paws thudding against the ground in a percussive rhythm as he catches up. Minho's flanks close in, trying to block his path, and he barrels right through them, tossing the wolves aside like they were dust rags. Instinct takes over, and he follows Changmin, and they run. They run, run, and run until Yunho no longer knows where they are.
Changmin gathers his bearings, choosing what he feels is a good place to slow down. He grew up in these woods, and knows them better than anyone. He knows that they're just about to break into more urban territory, where the other wolves are unlikely to follow just yet, at least not in their current forms. There are certain rules that they kind have to obey so as not to reveals themselves to outsiders, and Changmin knows even Minho would not breach them. Or at least, he dearly hopes so. He slows to a stop, gradually morphing back into human form, turning back to find Yunho. Turns out he doesn't have to, as the moment he flips around, Yunho is upon him, matching his own appearance, looking downright furious, just as Changmin expected. "How dare you." Yunho spits, grasping onto Changmin's shoulder's harshly, every bit the Alpha in this moment. "Never interfere like that again. I had every right to rip out his throat. What the fuck were you thinking? How dare you..."
Changmin shivers, Yunho's tone demanding that he come to heel, that he submit. It's more than psychological, it's instinct. Every cell in his body screams at him to do so, but he fights it for all he's worth. He has to make Yunho understand, even if he can only manage to for a few minutes. No omega can resist an alpha's commanding tone for long. "Yunho," he manages, insistent, "Think for a moment. We were grossly outnumbered. The pack may be cowardly, but they are strong. They would have killed you, or me, or both. What would our children do without a father? What good would you be alone?" Yunho makes to interrupt, but Changmin puts a finger to his lips, pleading for silence so that he may continue. "THINK, Yunho. I didn't run because I'm afraid, or because I don't think you're strong enough, I ran because we need help. We need the others to take the clan down. We need a strategy. And my first priority is to protect our children."
Yunho bristles, nowhere near appeased. "I could have taken them all, Changmin. They're pathetic. It's my right, goddammit. I deserve to have their blood on my hands. Every last one of them!" Changmin takes deep breaths, knowing that this is alpha bloodlust speaking, not his beloved partner. It's not wise to interrupt a wolf mid-kill, especially an alpha. Changmin knows it will take some time for the adrenaline to run out, for Yunho's desire for murder and mayhem to abate. He needs something to distract him with, get it all out of his system so that Yunho will once again be his normal self and see Changmin's reasoning. Seeing the anger continue to flash in Yunho's eyes, and considering the circumstances, there's really only one thing Changmin can do to help.
He hits his knees, finally allowing his body to do what it wants. What it needs. He looks up at Yunho, hands on the tops of his thighs, legs spread slightly. Changmin's eyes speak volumes, more than any words or movements could. There's a challenge in that look, a request, and a plea all at once. Electricity sparks in the air connecting their gazes, unspoken words exchanged. Changmin breaks the connection, bowing his head and sliding his hands down from his thighs onto the ground beneath them, keeping his eyes on the ground. Barely audible, but he knows it will be heard nonetheless, Changmin says the only thing he needs to.
"Alpha."
It doesn't matter who's right or wrong in this moment, or how much Changmin wants to sway Yunho to see the truth. Changmin's stubbornness doesn't matter, his strong will doesn't matter. He knows it's useless right now anyway, so he forsakes it all for Yunho. He hears the movement above him, the soft pad of feet moving around behind him, feels greedy fingers dig into his hips and manuever him, pushing him forward and up onto his knees with desperate swiftness. There is no finesse, no gentleness to their union, not like it usually is, but Changmin doesn't expect that anyway. He knows what Yunho needs, and offers it freely. Changmin's ready, his body producing what it needs to to make the breach easier, and Yunho wastes no time, slipping inside him and taking what he wants and requires. Yunho slams into him, reckless and possessive, thrusts quick, deep, and in rapid succession. Changmin digs his fingers into the ground below, dirt accumulating under his fingernails as he does everything he can to stay upright, while Yunho does everything he can to make that as difficult as possible.
There's no strategy to Yunho's movements, there is nothing but the basic, primal need to release. Changmin doesn't even know if he'll reach his own bliss, but right now, his pleasure is inconsequential. This is about Yunho. His alpha. His love. His everything. Yunho has been completely quiet for some time now, and it's so different, so unlike the man Changmin knows. By the time the older finally breaks his silence, Changmin is a panting, moaning wreck, hair matted against his forehead, arms trembling from exertion. He feels slick everywhere; moisture trickling down his thighs, a thick sheen of sweat coating his face, arms, and torso. Changmin has no idea how much time has passed, and he's just about at the end of his rope, silently praying that Yunho will finish soon because he doesn't know how much more he can take. But then Yunho speaks, and it all changes. "Fuck, you feel so good, baby. You love just bending over and taking me like this, don't you..." Changmin groans, partly glad that Yunho is starting to act normal again, partly melting on the inside from Yunho's voice alone. "God...yes....talk to me, alpha, talk to me..."
Yunho strokes slow and lengthen, becoming more purposeful. "Tell me you'd do anything for me." He commands, insistent. "Tell me you're my good little slut and you'd do anything I told you to." Changmin whines, arms finally giving out, allowing his front to be lowered to the forest floor. His brains are currently mush, and he gladly does as he's told. "Alpha...anything....anything you want, alpha...." The tension in Changmin's body leaves in a rush, heartrate slowing as his orgasm washes over him in a slow, steady roll. It's not sudden, it's not forceful, but rather small and building, consuming him bit by bit until his entire body feels awash with sensation, tingling and warm. He paints the ground below him with spurts of his seed, feeling Yunho tense behind him and follow suit, filling him up. Yunho pulls him upward, strong arms wrapping around his waist and pulling Changmin onto his lap, still inside him. Yunho trails soft kisses along Changmin's nape, and the younger instantly knows his lover is back to normal, at least for the most part. "I'm sorry, baby..." he pants, squeezing Changmin tightly, "Thank you. I love you."
Changmin nuzzles in return, arm slung back around Yunho's neck, content. "It's ok. Not your fault." Their lips meet, gentle but firm and explorative. "You were right, Changminnie. I’m so sorry, baby. Was I too rough? Did I hurt you?” Changmin giggles a little, glad to see his lover back to his normal, overly worried self. “I’m fine. I swear. Just calm down. We really do need to get out of here, though. The patrols don’t usually wander this close to the city, but I wouldn’t count on that too much in our case.” Yunho nods, trying to relax himself. “Just give me a few minutes, ok?”
Once Yunho is able remove himself, he and Changmin slink back down into their feral states, knowing full well they can’t exactly waltz into downtown Seoul naked. One of the many unfortunate side effects of morphing is that if you happen to be in clothes when you turn wolf, they’re going to get torn to shreds. Neither Changmin nor Yunho had time or ability to deal with such trivialities as bringing extra clothes with them. They make their way through back alleys and sneak into the apartments through a back employee entrance, Yunho using brute force to knock in the door. Fortunately, there wasn’t anyone around to panic, and they take the stairs up the many flights to their floor. Yunho had at least had enough forethought to leave a spare key under the shoe mat in front of their door.
Admittedly, it was pretty funny watching Changmin unlock the door naked, in such a hurry to get them both in before anyone saw. Once inside, they both breathe a huge sigh of relief, fetching some casual clothes to throw on and taking a seat on the couch together, ready to discuss their next move. “So,” Changmin begins, not wanting to waste any more time, “We’re going to need to figure something out fairly quickly. If they didn’t know where we lived before, it’s almost a guarantee they do now, or will soon. Our scent is traceable. So we need somewhere else to crash.” Yunho nods somberly, agreeing, “Ok, I’ll call Jaejoong and see if he can house us for awhile.” “Good idea,” Changmin adds, “we need their help anyway. It’ll take more than two of us to bring Minho down.”
“You mean one of us,” Yunho interjects. “I’m not having you fighting anyone right now. Not while you’re pregnant. I’d rather die.” Changmin meets his lover’s gaze, seeing the ferocity in it, and knows the words to be true. Honestly, he’s not really in any shape to be of much assistance anyway, and it’s only going to get worse in that regard. “I’m sorry, Yunho. I’m sorry for everything. All of this is my fault. Maybe I should have stayed with them and just mated with Siwon. Instead, I’ve caused all this. We may never be able to live in peace.” Yunho grasps Changmin’s chin, fingers gently stroking the underside of his jaw. “Don’t talk like that. It’s not your fault for wanting something different. For doing what you want, not what you would have been forced to. I’m honored you chose me.” Changmin blushes bright crimson, ducking his head slightly, “I don’t think I had any choice, really. Once your scent came to me, I knew I had to be yours. So, I feel it was rather you that chose me, even if you weren’t conscious of it.”
Yunho leans in to kiss his lover, slow and soft, just savoring the taste of Changmin’s lips. “I love you.” Yunho pledges when their lips part, “What’s happened has happened, the only thing we can do is face it. I will protect you, Changmin, and that’s a promise.” Changmin nods, eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Might I ask a question, though?” Yunho prods, and Changmin smiles in response. “Of course. What’s up?” Yunho pauses, unsure how to proceed. "So, how do werewolf matings work? Jaejoong mentioned something about them being for life. So.... did Siwon have another mate at some point? Minho said Siwon was his father...how does that make sense? Why did Siwon want you so badly?" Changmin exhales, not sure if Yunho is ready to hear this bit of truth. But, if they're going to make this work and, more importantly, survive, it's something the older will need to be made aware of. Taking a deep breath and praying Yunho doesn't freak out too much, he spills the facts. "Siwon's first mate was my older brother."
Yunho blinks, staying silent for several moments. "Wait.....what? I didn't even know you had a brother. Hang on a minute....what happened? This....this makes no sense...." Changmin takes Yunho's hand and squeezes it, trying to reassure him. "Just breathe, and let me explain. There were actually supposed to be more of us, but my mother was killed when she was nearly to full term of her pregnancy. Our pack was at war with another nearby one at the time, and they came in the night and slaughtered many of us. Due to some quick doctoring, they were able to save Donghae and myself, but the others didn't make it. Our father was killed during the raid as well. There weren't a whole lot of us left at that time, and Siwon was chosen to lead the pack. He rebuilt us from the ground up, and we eventually took our revenge." Changmin pauses, but Yunho knows there's still more to the story. "I'm so sorry, baby. That sounds horrible. Who raised you?" Changmin gives Yunho a small smile, assuring him that it's ok, and continues to explain. "The pack banded together. I wasn't raised by one person, I was raised by all of them. As was Donghae."
Changmin takes a deep breath, ready to get to the part that gets a bit more interesting. "So, when my brother came of age, he and Siwon mated. There were always a lot of eyes on me, Siwon's included. Honestly, I thought he would go after me, but I guess it doesn't work that way. Many other alphas were watchful of me, and I could tell that the day I came of age, I would be a prime target for alphas on the prowl. But anyway," Changmin clears his throat, giving Yunho's hand another squeeze, continuing, "About a year into Siwon's and my brother's relationship, Donghae got pregnant. Everyone was ecstatic. Things went well until the day the pups were to be born. Something went wrong and.....and...." Changmin hesitates, knowing that Yunho won't take this particular bit of information well, "Donghae didn't make it." Changmin checks Yunho's expression, which seems clouded, but he doesn't speak, so Changmin takes that as a green light to continue his tale. "Siwon was devastated. And angry. And soon after, he fixed his gaze on me. He became obsessed with me, and wanted me for himself."
"I guess since he couldn't have my brother anymore, I became the next best thing. When the first heat came upon me, that's the day you found me. I ran from Siwon. I ran to you. The rest is history." Changmin stops, letting Yunho digest all of this new information. Yunho doesn't say a word for several moments, appearing as if he's trying to piece all of this together. Finally, he speaks up, asking, "So, we don't mate for life then?" Changmin cocks his head to the side, explaining, "Well usually, yes, we do. But the head alpha of a pack must always have a mate. It's their job to keep the pack strong and keep making more pups, so if a mate is lost, a suitable replacement must be found fairly quickly. That's likely another reason that Minho hates me." Yunho nods, then his face turns even more puzzled, "Wait...wait a second....how is Minho Siwon's son, then? If Donghae died during childbirth, how...? Isn't Minho older than you?" Changmin mentally facepalms, frowing, "Oh god, I'm sorry, I forgot to explain that part. Minho is.....well....a bastard, you could say."
"A...a bastard?" Yunho questions, even more confused. "Well, actually..." Changmin furthers, "maybe that's not the right word. I'm not sure how best to explain it. Minho is not Siwon's biological son." Yunho blinks, and Changmin can tell he's waiting for more explanation, and so he offers it. "Minho is one of the reasons some of our kind survived the night of the raid that killed my parents. He was from the other pack, really young then. He came to warn us just ahead of time, so a few were able to escape prior to the attack, thus preserving our clan. Minho betrayed his own pack to save ours, claiming he had nothing left there and begged Siwon for mercy. Siwon was so grateful to him for his deeds, that he took him in as his own son. No one was to question this, and no one dared to." Yunho nods, understanding. "That would explain why Minho is so protective of Siwon's legacy." Changmin nods, agreeing. Yunho continues to digest, mentally re-running through everything that was just explained to him, and it hits him. Like Changmin feared it would. "Wait...you said Donghae died during childbirth....what happened?"
Changmin sighs. He hadn't wanted to tell Yunho all of this, because he knew the reaction would be highly negative. Especially considering their current situation. "Donghae didn't get himself healed back up in time. He was too weak after the long labor. He lost too much blood, and...he died." Yunho pales, all of the blood draining from his features in a rush. Yunho gulps, gripping onto to Changmin's wrist a little too tightly. "Baby....how are werepups born from male weres, exactly?" Changmin tenses, hands a bit shaky as he answers, "I should think that would be fairly obvious. Think of it as a very, very primitive version of a C-section." Yunho looks like he's going to pass out. "Oh....oh my god.....Changmin......what if you....oh my god, why didn't you tell me sooner? Why didn't you tell me any of this sooner?" Changmin tries to steady his breathing, failing miserably. "Because I knew you'd react like this. I didn't want to worry you. Or upset you." Yunho grinds his teeth, "But you said thousands of pups are born every day to male weres-" "And they are." Changmin cuts him off, speaking firmly. "It's risky, but it's equally risky with females. We'll be ok, Yunho. I promise."
Yunho grips his hand even more tightly, nodding. "You're damn right, we will be. I won't let you die, Changmin. I refuse."
The next moment, Changmin stiffens, sniffing the air slightly. "Shit. We have to get out of here, Yunho. They're coming." Yunho bolts out of the sofa, grabbing a few essentials and coming back to the living area and taking Changmin's hand. He opens the apartment door and peeks his head out, and, not seeing anyone in the immediate area, shuts and locks the door behind them and bolts toward the stairs, Changmin in tow. They manage to escape the apartment building unnoticed, and hop into the safety of Yunho's car, headed God knows where. Yunho speeds out of the complex and heads in a direction, turning to Changmin and ordering, "Call Jaejoong. Tell him we're coming to see him."
Changmin does as he's told, and they arrive at Jaejoong's safe and sound, ready to plan out just what the hell they plan to do to survive this madness.
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Minho and several of his men arrive in Yunho and Changmin's apartment, mere minutes after the two had fled. Minho surveys the scene, anger building to an all-time high. They're in human form, so as not to frightfully alarm any neighbors. Not that it matters, they made enough noise banging the door down that they know it's going to be a police affair in a matter of moments anyway. Their pack hates to be in this form, but know it's neccessary in order to conduct certain business matters. Minho feels much more comfortable in what he feels is his natural form, that of the wolf. Yet another reason for Minho to loathe Changmin, as he had had a penchant for the human world, and wanted to learn as much as he could. For Minho and Siwon, such things were unneccessary. Be that as it may, Minho clears his mind of these thoughts, focusing on the task at hand, which is figuring out just where the hell Yunho and Changmin ran off to. "Track their scent." He orders to Zhoumi and the others. "Find them, or so help me you'll regret it. All of you."
His henchmen take up the trail immediately, leading them back downstairs and to the parking area. There, it abruptly stops, leaving Minho to believe they must have taken a vehicle somewhere. Minho wracks his brain, thinking where they might have gone. He remembers they had comrades with them the night of Siwon's murder, and reckons that as the first viable place to start. "Find out where their friends live. That's the only place they could go. Find them, and report back to me. I'm headed back to the woods to watch over the others. Don't make me wait to long." His subordinates vow to do so, and set to work. Minho finds a secluded spot, shifting, and taking off toward the city limits and beyond.
"Don't think you'll get away so easily. I won't rest until I see the both of you dead by my own hands...."
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Jaejoong sits on a stool in his kitchen, looking at his two friends as if they've just set a bomb off in his apartment.
"So, let me get this straight." He begins, beer in one hand, gesturing with his free one. "You're pregnant." He states, pointing at Changmin. "And you belong to the pack of that dude we killed a few months back. And his adopted son is pissed at you and wants you both dead. Am I getting all this straight?"
Changmin nods, "I think you covered all of the main points, yes."
Jaejoong shakes his head, taking a sip of his beer with brows raised high. "And I suppose you expect us to help you both not get killed, am I right?"
Yunho sighs, running a hand agitatedly through his hair. "We had rather hoped you'd assist us in our endeavor to stay alive, yes." Jaejoong nods, swallowing. "Well, I've gotten you this far, I can't exactly drop you and 'leave you to the wolves,' as the saying goes. And a rather apt one for our situation, I might add." Yunho fails to suppress a chuckle, admitting, "It certainly is. But seriously, we need a plan."
"No shit," Yoochun pipes up from his spot on the couch, in the living area directly adjacent to the kitchen. "Four against, like, twenty-ish. I don't really like those odds." Junsu, who's perched next to him, nods in fervent agreement. "Agreed. Anyone have any brilliant ideas?"
Jaejoong chuckles, shoulders shaking gently from the effort. "Yea, Junsu, why don't you go distract this Minho character with your striking good looks. The rest of us will sneak in all ninja-style and slit all their throats." Yoochun chortles, and Junsu guffaws heartily in response. Yunho and Changmin issue a collective eye roll, nearly at the exact same time. "You guys are hopeless, you know that?" Changmin chides, which only results in more raucous laughter.
"Hey now," Jaejoong butts in, "Yunho wouldn't know jack shit if it weren't for me. You should have seen him the day I found him. Wandering around like a lost pup or something." He turns to Yunho, pointing, "You may be higher rank, but you owe me your life and you know it." He concludes, looking at Yunho directly. Yunho smiles, "Yea, yea. And I'm sure you'll never let me forget that fact for as long as you live." Jaejoong nods, "Damn straight I won't. Now," He clears his throat, finishing his beer with a last swig, then goes on, "Yunho is correct. We do need a plan. And probably in short order. No doubt Minho is looking for them right now, and it won't take them long to trace back to us. They'll find us, and we need to be prepared."
The five of them discuss tactics well into the night, and by the time they're all exhausted and ready to crash, they've managed to bang out at least a semi-decent game plan. It's not utter brilliance, by any means, but it's all they've got for the time being. Yoochun generously offers up his room to Yunho and Changmin, stating he can crash with Junsu for the time being. While the others head to sleep, Jaejoong takes Yunho aside for a moment, saying he needs to discuss something with him. Yunho assures Changmin that he'll be back to bed directly, and allows Jaejoong to take him out to the balcony for a talk.
"What's up?" Yunho queries the moment they're outside, wondering what's so urgent that he had to be spoken to privately. The last thing Yunho wants to do right now is leave Changmin alone, for any length of time, not matter how short. Jaejoong licks his lips, appearing to be slightly anxious. "Alright, I'll cut to the quick. I've been doing a bit of research over the past month or so. You remember how you told me what happened in Russia? That you drank that shit and then after that was when you started showing signs of the turn?" Yunho nods, remembering all too well. "Yea, of course. What's your point?"
"Well," Jaejoong continues, "I didn't really mention anything at the time, because I wanted to find out some things on my own before I discussed it with you. But, that's extremely odd. I've never heard of a werewolf made that way. Most either are born human and start the changes naturally sometime in their teenage years, or vice versa. Someone handing you a drink in your mid twenties and suddenly, BAM, you're a werewolf? It just makes no sense." Yunho's eyebrows quirk, trying to make sense of what his friend is getting at. "Ok, so I'm a rarity. I take it there's something else?" Jaejoong chuckles, "Well yea, there's where the research comes in. I studied some Russian mythology for awhile, and it spoke of that. Where someone is given a special alcoholic brew, and it jumpstarts the changes. I don't know the exact science of it, but the important thing is this: you were chosen. And it wasn't by chance, it was for a specific purpose, and for a specific reason."
Yunho blinks rapidly, trying to put two and two together, and coming up with squat. "What reason? And how do you know that in the first place?" Jaejoong swallows, "According to my research, this is the method used to bring out the dormant gene in the royal were blood line." Yunho just blinks some more, having no idea what Jaejoong is talking about. Jaejoong sighs, trying to explain, "Ok, so, let's have a short science lesson. There are certain people born with werewolf genes, others that are not. There's also the line descended from the first werewolves, in which the gene is in all of them, but may or may not manifest itself. Sometimes it lies dormant, skips a generation, and so on. That drink they gave you? Had a catalyst in it to bring out the affects of those dormant genes. They would only use this on those in the royal bloodline."
For the second time in a day, Yunho's blood seems to drain not only out of his face, but out of his entire body, along with his skeletal structure. He feels like jello, ready to sink into the floor at the slightest provocation. "You're....you're saying I'm a descendant of the first ever werewolves, and I'm some kind of royalty?"
"Possibly. Yea."
Yunho says nothing for several moments, trying to keep himself from collapsing onto the floor.
"You got anymore beer in the fridge? I could use a drink. Or two. Or twenty five."
Fandom(s): TVXQ
Characters: Changmin/Yunho
Pairing(s): HoMin
Rating: NC-17
Summary: “"You're damn right, we will be. I won't let you die, Changmin. I refuse."
Genre: Smut, WerewolfAU, Romance, Supernatural
Warnings: For this chapter, sexual content. Nothin' too crazy here.
Word count: ~5100
Minho finds himself between a rock and a hard place, quite literally. One second he was mere feet away from having Changmin in his clutches, the next, there's a large, black mass blocking his path. The mass has eyes, yellowish with thin pupils, and as Minho's vision becomes less hazed and he takes in the full view of the newcomer, it takes less than a second to figure out who it is. Yunho's teeth are bared, and he growls menacingly, vocal chords rumbling and fluttering strongly, warning Minho that he's not playing around. Minho's fury only increases as he sees close up the man Changmin rejected Siwon for, and he is quick to rush forward once again. Yunho snaps at his sudden movement, daring him to come closer.
"Back off right now, or I'll kill you where you stand..." Yunho theatens, canine eyes flashing wildly. Minho shakes his head, shaggy grey hair waving back and forth from the exaggerated motion. "I dare you. You're nothing. My pack will tear you apart in an instant." Minho retorts, confident in his pack and his own abilities. Their clan has lasted throughout the centuries, and this pathetic excuse for an alpha in front of him will not stand against their pure blood and tactical expertise. "You will pay dearly for killing my father, and for taking what's rightfully ours." Yunho, on the other hand, is not intimidated in the least. "Your pack ran like cowards when I fought your alpha last time. I don't fear them. I fear no one. You've threatened what's mine, and I won't stand for it." Yunho lunges forward this time, jaws open wide, sharp teeth glistening in the pale moonlight as he makes a move for Minho's jugular. Before he can get too far, however, he feels the distinct weight of another body bearing down onto his own, knocking him out of the way.
A voice screams "RUN!!" into his mind, in a voice so panicked and insistent that he feels compelled to listen. Every fiber of Yunho's being wants to fight, to kill. To establish his dominance as Alpha and make Minho pay for daring to threaten what's his. But Changmin is pleading with him, and he can't ignore his partner's cries. He lets out a howl as Changmin rolls off of him, one of frustration and anger, and of warning to the pack surrounding him. Yunho's eyes focus, and he sees Changmin in his peripheral setting off at a dead run, away from the clan's camp, in the direction back toward the city. Yunho has no choice now. He has to follow. Has to make sure his lover and offspring are protected. Yunho curses, growling menancingly and taking off like a bullet, paws thudding against the ground in a percussive rhythm as he catches up. Minho's flanks close in, trying to block his path, and he barrels right through them, tossing the wolves aside like they were dust rags. Instinct takes over, and he follows Changmin, and they run. They run, run, and run until Yunho no longer knows where they are.
Changmin gathers his bearings, choosing what he feels is a good place to slow down. He grew up in these woods, and knows them better than anyone. He knows that they're just about to break into more urban territory, where the other wolves are unlikely to follow just yet, at least not in their current forms. There are certain rules that they kind have to obey so as not to reveals themselves to outsiders, and Changmin knows even Minho would not breach them. Or at least, he dearly hopes so. He slows to a stop, gradually morphing back into human form, turning back to find Yunho. Turns out he doesn't have to, as the moment he flips around, Yunho is upon him, matching his own appearance, looking downright furious, just as Changmin expected. "How dare you." Yunho spits, grasping onto Changmin's shoulder's harshly, every bit the Alpha in this moment. "Never interfere like that again. I had every right to rip out his throat. What the fuck were you thinking? How dare you..."
Changmin shivers, Yunho's tone demanding that he come to heel, that he submit. It's more than psychological, it's instinct. Every cell in his body screams at him to do so, but he fights it for all he's worth. He has to make Yunho understand, even if he can only manage to for a few minutes. No omega can resist an alpha's commanding tone for long. "Yunho," he manages, insistent, "Think for a moment. We were grossly outnumbered. The pack may be cowardly, but they are strong. They would have killed you, or me, or both. What would our children do without a father? What good would you be alone?" Yunho makes to interrupt, but Changmin puts a finger to his lips, pleading for silence so that he may continue. "THINK, Yunho. I didn't run because I'm afraid, or because I don't think you're strong enough, I ran because we need help. We need the others to take the clan down. We need a strategy. And my first priority is to protect our children."
Yunho bristles, nowhere near appeased. "I could have taken them all, Changmin. They're pathetic. It's my right, goddammit. I deserve to have their blood on my hands. Every last one of them!" Changmin takes deep breaths, knowing that this is alpha bloodlust speaking, not his beloved partner. It's not wise to interrupt a wolf mid-kill, especially an alpha. Changmin knows it will take some time for the adrenaline to run out, for Yunho's desire for murder and mayhem to abate. He needs something to distract him with, get it all out of his system so that Yunho will once again be his normal self and see Changmin's reasoning. Seeing the anger continue to flash in Yunho's eyes, and considering the circumstances, there's really only one thing Changmin can do to help.
He hits his knees, finally allowing his body to do what it wants. What it needs. He looks up at Yunho, hands on the tops of his thighs, legs spread slightly. Changmin's eyes speak volumes, more than any words or movements could. There's a challenge in that look, a request, and a plea all at once. Electricity sparks in the air connecting their gazes, unspoken words exchanged. Changmin breaks the connection, bowing his head and sliding his hands down from his thighs onto the ground beneath them, keeping his eyes on the ground. Barely audible, but he knows it will be heard nonetheless, Changmin says the only thing he needs to.
"Alpha."
It doesn't matter who's right or wrong in this moment, or how much Changmin wants to sway Yunho to see the truth. Changmin's stubbornness doesn't matter, his strong will doesn't matter. He knows it's useless right now anyway, so he forsakes it all for Yunho. He hears the movement above him, the soft pad of feet moving around behind him, feels greedy fingers dig into his hips and manuever him, pushing him forward and up onto his knees with desperate swiftness. There is no finesse, no gentleness to their union, not like it usually is, but Changmin doesn't expect that anyway. He knows what Yunho needs, and offers it freely. Changmin's ready, his body producing what it needs to to make the breach easier, and Yunho wastes no time, slipping inside him and taking what he wants and requires. Yunho slams into him, reckless and possessive, thrusts quick, deep, and in rapid succession. Changmin digs his fingers into the ground below, dirt accumulating under his fingernails as he does everything he can to stay upright, while Yunho does everything he can to make that as difficult as possible.
There's no strategy to Yunho's movements, there is nothing but the basic, primal need to release. Changmin doesn't even know if he'll reach his own bliss, but right now, his pleasure is inconsequential. This is about Yunho. His alpha. His love. His everything. Yunho has been completely quiet for some time now, and it's so different, so unlike the man Changmin knows. By the time the older finally breaks his silence, Changmin is a panting, moaning wreck, hair matted against his forehead, arms trembling from exertion. He feels slick everywhere; moisture trickling down his thighs, a thick sheen of sweat coating his face, arms, and torso. Changmin has no idea how much time has passed, and he's just about at the end of his rope, silently praying that Yunho will finish soon because he doesn't know how much more he can take. But then Yunho speaks, and it all changes. "Fuck, you feel so good, baby. You love just bending over and taking me like this, don't you..." Changmin groans, partly glad that Yunho is starting to act normal again, partly melting on the inside from Yunho's voice alone. "God...yes....talk to me, alpha, talk to me..."
Yunho strokes slow and lengthen, becoming more purposeful. "Tell me you'd do anything for me." He commands, insistent. "Tell me you're my good little slut and you'd do anything I told you to." Changmin whines, arms finally giving out, allowing his front to be lowered to the forest floor. His brains are currently mush, and he gladly does as he's told. "Alpha...anything....anything you want, alpha...." The tension in Changmin's body leaves in a rush, heartrate slowing as his orgasm washes over him in a slow, steady roll. It's not sudden, it's not forceful, but rather small and building, consuming him bit by bit until his entire body feels awash with sensation, tingling and warm. He paints the ground below him with spurts of his seed, feeling Yunho tense behind him and follow suit, filling him up. Yunho pulls him upward, strong arms wrapping around his waist and pulling Changmin onto his lap, still inside him. Yunho trails soft kisses along Changmin's nape, and the younger instantly knows his lover is back to normal, at least for the most part. "I'm sorry, baby..." he pants, squeezing Changmin tightly, "Thank you. I love you."
Changmin nuzzles in return, arm slung back around Yunho's neck, content. "It's ok. Not your fault." Their lips meet, gentle but firm and explorative. "You were right, Changminnie. I’m so sorry, baby. Was I too rough? Did I hurt you?” Changmin giggles a little, glad to see his lover back to his normal, overly worried self. “I’m fine. I swear. Just calm down. We really do need to get out of here, though. The patrols don’t usually wander this close to the city, but I wouldn’t count on that too much in our case.” Yunho nods, trying to relax himself. “Just give me a few minutes, ok?”
Once Yunho is able remove himself, he and Changmin slink back down into their feral states, knowing full well they can’t exactly waltz into downtown Seoul naked. One of the many unfortunate side effects of morphing is that if you happen to be in clothes when you turn wolf, they’re going to get torn to shreds. Neither Changmin nor Yunho had time or ability to deal with such trivialities as bringing extra clothes with them. They make their way through back alleys and sneak into the apartments through a back employee entrance, Yunho using brute force to knock in the door. Fortunately, there wasn’t anyone around to panic, and they take the stairs up the many flights to their floor. Yunho had at least had enough forethought to leave a spare key under the shoe mat in front of their door.
Admittedly, it was pretty funny watching Changmin unlock the door naked, in such a hurry to get them both in before anyone saw. Once inside, they both breathe a huge sigh of relief, fetching some casual clothes to throw on and taking a seat on the couch together, ready to discuss their next move. “So,” Changmin begins, not wanting to waste any more time, “We’re going to need to figure something out fairly quickly. If they didn’t know where we lived before, it’s almost a guarantee they do now, or will soon. Our scent is traceable. So we need somewhere else to crash.” Yunho nods somberly, agreeing, “Ok, I’ll call Jaejoong and see if he can house us for awhile.” “Good idea,” Changmin adds, “we need their help anyway. It’ll take more than two of us to bring Minho down.”
“You mean one of us,” Yunho interjects. “I’m not having you fighting anyone right now. Not while you’re pregnant. I’d rather die.” Changmin meets his lover’s gaze, seeing the ferocity in it, and knows the words to be true. Honestly, he’s not really in any shape to be of much assistance anyway, and it’s only going to get worse in that regard. “I’m sorry, Yunho. I’m sorry for everything. All of this is my fault. Maybe I should have stayed with them and just mated with Siwon. Instead, I’ve caused all this. We may never be able to live in peace.” Yunho grasps Changmin’s chin, fingers gently stroking the underside of his jaw. “Don’t talk like that. It’s not your fault for wanting something different. For doing what you want, not what you would have been forced to. I’m honored you chose me.” Changmin blushes bright crimson, ducking his head slightly, “I don’t think I had any choice, really. Once your scent came to me, I knew I had to be yours. So, I feel it was rather you that chose me, even if you weren’t conscious of it.”
Yunho leans in to kiss his lover, slow and soft, just savoring the taste of Changmin’s lips. “I love you.” Yunho pledges when their lips part, “What’s happened has happened, the only thing we can do is face it. I will protect you, Changmin, and that’s a promise.” Changmin nods, eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Might I ask a question, though?” Yunho prods, and Changmin smiles in response. “Of course. What’s up?” Yunho pauses, unsure how to proceed. "So, how do werewolf matings work? Jaejoong mentioned something about them being for life. So.... did Siwon have another mate at some point? Minho said Siwon was his father...how does that make sense? Why did Siwon want you so badly?" Changmin exhales, not sure if Yunho is ready to hear this bit of truth. But, if they're going to make this work and, more importantly, survive, it's something the older will need to be made aware of. Taking a deep breath and praying Yunho doesn't freak out too much, he spills the facts. "Siwon's first mate was my older brother."
Yunho blinks, staying silent for several moments. "Wait.....what? I didn't even know you had a brother. Hang on a minute....what happened? This....this makes no sense...." Changmin takes Yunho's hand and squeezes it, trying to reassure him. "Just breathe, and let me explain. There were actually supposed to be more of us, but my mother was killed when she was nearly to full term of her pregnancy. Our pack was at war with another nearby one at the time, and they came in the night and slaughtered many of us. Due to some quick doctoring, they were able to save Donghae and myself, but the others didn't make it. Our father was killed during the raid as well. There weren't a whole lot of us left at that time, and Siwon was chosen to lead the pack. He rebuilt us from the ground up, and we eventually took our revenge." Changmin pauses, but Yunho knows there's still more to the story. "I'm so sorry, baby. That sounds horrible. Who raised you?" Changmin gives Yunho a small smile, assuring him that it's ok, and continues to explain. "The pack banded together. I wasn't raised by one person, I was raised by all of them. As was Donghae."
Changmin takes a deep breath, ready to get to the part that gets a bit more interesting. "So, when my brother came of age, he and Siwon mated. There were always a lot of eyes on me, Siwon's included. Honestly, I thought he would go after me, but I guess it doesn't work that way. Many other alphas were watchful of me, and I could tell that the day I came of age, I would be a prime target for alphas on the prowl. But anyway," Changmin clears his throat, giving Yunho's hand another squeeze, continuing, "About a year into Siwon's and my brother's relationship, Donghae got pregnant. Everyone was ecstatic. Things went well until the day the pups were to be born. Something went wrong and.....and...." Changmin hesitates, knowing that Yunho won't take this particular bit of information well, "Donghae didn't make it." Changmin checks Yunho's expression, which seems clouded, but he doesn't speak, so Changmin takes that as a green light to continue his tale. "Siwon was devastated. And angry. And soon after, he fixed his gaze on me. He became obsessed with me, and wanted me for himself."
"I guess since he couldn't have my brother anymore, I became the next best thing. When the first heat came upon me, that's the day you found me. I ran from Siwon. I ran to you. The rest is history." Changmin stops, letting Yunho digest all of this new information. Yunho doesn't say a word for several moments, appearing as if he's trying to piece all of this together. Finally, he speaks up, asking, "So, we don't mate for life then?" Changmin cocks his head to the side, explaining, "Well usually, yes, we do. But the head alpha of a pack must always have a mate. It's their job to keep the pack strong and keep making more pups, so if a mate is lost, a suitable replacement must be found fairly quickly. That's likely another reason that Minho hates me." Yunho nods, then his face turns even more puzzled, "Wait...wait a second....how is Minho Siwon's son, then? If Donghae died during childbirth, how...? Isn't Minho older than you?" Changmin mentally facepalms, frowing, "Oh god, I'm sorry, I forgot to explain that part. Minho is.....well....a bastard, you could say."
"A...a bastard?" Yunho questions, even more confused. "Well, actually..." Changmin furthers, "maybe that's not the right word. I'm not sure how best to explain it. Minho is not Siwon's biological son." Yunho blinks, and Changmin can tell he's waiting for more explanation, and so he offers it. "Minho is one of the reasons some of our kind survived the night of the raid that killed my parents. He was from the other pack, really young then. He came to warn us just ahead of time, so a few were able to escape prior to the attack, thus preserving our clan. Minho betrayed his own pack to save ours, claiming he had nothing left there and begged Siwon for mercy. Siwon was so grateful to him for his deeds, that he took him in as his own son. No one was to question this, and no one dared to." Yunho nods, understanding. "That would explain why Minho is so protective of Siwon's legacy." Changmin nods, agreeing. Yunho continues to digest, mentally re-running through everything that was just explained to him, and it hits him. Like Changmin feared it would. "Wait...you said Donghae died during childbirth....what happened?"
Changmin sighs. He hadn't wanted to tell Yunho all of this, because he knew the reaction would be highly negative. Especially considering their current situation. "Donghae didn't get himself healed back up in time. He was too weak after the long labor. He lost too much blood, and...he died." Yunho pales, all of the blood draining from his features in a rush. Yunho gulps, gripping onto to Changmin's wrist a little too tightly. "Baby....how are werepups born from male weres, exactly?" Changmin tenses, hands a bit shaky as he answers, "I should think that would be fairly obvious. Think of it as a very, very primitive version of a C-section." Yunho looks like he's going to pass out. "Oh....oh my god.....Changmin......what if you....oh my god, why didn't you tell me sooner? Why didn't you tell me any of this sooner?" Changmin tries to steady his breathing, failing miserably. "Because I knew you'd react like this. I didn't want to worry you. Or upset you." Yunho grinds his teeth, "But you said thousands of pups are born every day to male weres-" "And they are." Changmin cuts him off, speaking firmly. "It's risky, but it's equally risky with females. We'll be ok, Yunho. I promise."
Yunho grips his hand even more tightly, nodding. "You're damn right, we will be. I won't let you die, Changmin. I refuse."
The next moment, Changmin stiffens, sniffing the air slightly. "Shit. We have to get out of here, Yunho. They're coming." Yunho bolts out of the sofa, grabbing a few essentials and coming back to the living area and taking Changmin's hand. He opens the apartment door and peeks his head out, and, not seeing anyone in the immediate area, shuts and locks the door behind them and bolts toward the stairs, Changmin in tow. They manage to escape the apartment building unnoticed, and hop into the safety of Yunho's car, headed God knows where. Yunho speeds out of the complex and heads in a direction, turning to Changmin and ordering, "Call Jaejoong. Tell him we're coming to see him."
Changmin does as he's told, and they arrive at Jaejoong's safe and sound, ready to plan out just what the hell they plan to do to survive this madness.
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Minho and several of his men arrive in Yunho and Changmin's apartment, mere minutes after the two had fled. Minho surveys the scene, anger building to an all-time high. They're in human form, so as not to frightfully alarm any neighbors. Not that it matters, they made enough noise banging the door down that they know it's going to be a police affair in a matter of moments anyway. Their pack hates to be in this form, but know it's neccessary in order to conduct certain business matters. Minho feels much more comfortable in what he feels is his natural form, that of the wolf. Yet another reason for Minho to loathe Changmin, as he had had a penchant for the human world, and wanted to learn as much as he could. For Minho and Siwon, such things were unneccessary. Be that as it may, Minho clears his mind of these thoughts, focusing on the task at hand, which is figuring out just where the hell Yunho and Changmin ran off to. "Track their scent." He orders to Zhoumi and the others. "Find them, or so help me you'll regret it. All of you."
His henchmen take up the trail immediately, leading them back downstairs and to the parking area. There, it abruptly stops, leaving Minho to believe they must have taken a vehicle somewhere. Minho wracks his brain, thinking where they might have gone. He remembers they had comrades with them the night of Siwon's murder, and reckons that as the first viable place to start. "Find out where their friends live. That's the only place they could go. Find them, and report back to me. I'm headed back to the woods to watch over the others. Don't make me wait to long." His subordinates vow to do so, and set to work. Minho finds a secluded spot, shifting, and taking off toward the city limits and beyond.
"Don't think you'll get away so easily. I won't rest until I see the both of you dead by my own hands...."
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Jaejoong sits on a stool in his kitchen, looking at his two friends as if they've just set a bomb off in his apartment.
"So, let me get this straight." He begins, beer in one hand, gesturing with his free one. "You're pregnant." He states, pointing at Changmin. "And you belong to the pack of that dude we killed a few months back. And his adopted son is pissed at you and wants you both dead. Am I getting all this straight?"
Changmin nods, "I think you covered all of the main points, yes."
Jaejoong shakes his head, taking a sip of his beer with brows raised high. "And I suppose you expect us to help you both not get killed, am I right?"
Yunho sighs, running a hand agitatedly through his hair. "We had rather hoped you'd assist us in our endeavor to stay alive, yes." Jaejoong nods, swallowing. "Well, I've gotten you this far, I can't exactly drop you and 'leave you to the wolves,' as the saying goes. And a rather apt one for our situation, I might add." Yunho fails to suppress a chuckle, admitting, "It certainly is. But seriously, we need a plan."
"No shit," Yoochun pipes up from his spot on the couch, in the living area directly adjacent to the kitchen. "Four against, like, twenty-ish. I don't really like those odds." Junsu, who's perched next to him, nods in fervent agreement. "Agreed. Anyone have any brilliant ideas?"
Jaejoong chuckles, shoulders shaking gently from the effort. "Yea, Junsu, why don't you go distract this Minho character with your striking good looks. The rest of us will sneak in all ninja-style and slit all their throats." Yoochun chortles, and Junsu guffaws heartily in response. Yunho and Changmin issue a collective eye roll, nearly at the exact same time. "You guys are hopeless, you know that?" Changmin chides, which only results in more raucous laughter.
"Hey now," Jaejoong butts in, "Yunho wouldn't know jack shit if it weren't for me. You should have seen him the day I found him. Wandering around like a lost pup or something." He turns to Yunho, pointing, "You may be higher rank, but you owe me your life and you know it." He concludes, looking at Yunho directly. Yunho smiles, "Yea, yea. And I'm sure you'll never let me forget that fact for as long as you live." Jaejoong nods, "Damn straight I won't. Now," He clears his throat, finishing his beer with a last swig, then goes on, "Yunho is correct. We do need a plan. And probably in short order. No doubt Minho is looking for them right now, and it won't take them long to trace back to us. They'll find us, and we need to be prepared."
The five of them discuss tactics well into the night, and by the time they're all exhausted and ready to crash, they've managed to bang out at least a semi-decent game plan. It's not utter brilliance, by any means, but it's all they've got for the time being. Yoochun generously offers up his room to Yunho and Changmin, stating he can crash with Junsu for the time being. While the others head to sleep, Jaejoong takes Yunho aside for a moment, saying he needs to discuss something with him. Yunho assures Changmin that he'll be back to bed directly, and allows Jaejoong to take him out to the balcony for a talk.
"What's up?" Yunho queries the moment they're outside, wondering what's so urgent that he had to be spoken to privately. The last thing Yunho wants to do right now is leave Changmin alone, for any length of time, not matter how short. Jaejoong licks his lips, appearing to be slightly anxious. "Alright, I'll cut to the quick. I've been doing a bit of research over the past month or so. You remember how you told me what happened in Russia? That you drank that shit and then after that was when you started showing signs of the turn?" Yunho nods, remembering all too well. "Yea, of course. What's your point?"
"Well," Jaejoong continues, "I didn't really mention anything at the time, because I wanted to find out some things on my own before I discussed it with you. But, that's extremely odd. I've never heard of a werewolf made that way. Most either are born human and start the changes naturally sometime in their teenage years, or vice versa. Someone handing you a drink in your mid twenties and suddenly, BAM, you're a werewolf? It just makes no sense." Yunho's eyebrows quirk, trying to make sense of what his friend is getting at. "Ok, so I'm a rarity. I take it there's something else?" Jaejoong chuckles, "Well yea, there's where the research comes in. I studied some Russian mythology for awhile, and it spoke of that. Where someone is given a special alcoholic brew, and it jumpstarts the changes. I don't know the exact science of it, but the important thing is this: you were chosen. And it wasn't by chance, it was for a specific purpose, and for a specific reason."
Yunho blinks rapidly, trying to put two and two together, and coming up with squat. "What reason? And how do you know that in the first place?" Jaejoong swallows, "According to my research, this is the method used to bring out the dormant gene in the royal were blood line." Yunho just blinks some more, having no idea what Jaejoong is talking about. Jaejoong sighs, trying to explain, "Ok, so, let's have a short science lesson. There are certain people born with werewolf genes, others that are not. There's also the line descended from the first werewolves, in which the gene is in all of them, but may or may not manifest itself. Sometimes it lies dormant, skips a generation, and so on. That drink they gave you? Had a catalyst in it to bring out the affects of those dormant genes. They would only use this on those in the royal bloodline."
For the second time in a day, Yunho's blood seems to drain not only out of his face, but out of his entire body, along with his skeletal structure. He feels like jello, ready to sink into the floor at the slightest provocation. "You're....you're saying I'm a descendant of the first ever werewolves, and I'm some kind of royalty?"
"Possibly. Yea."
Yunho says nothing for several moments, trying to keep himself from collapsing onto the floor.
"You got anymore beer in the fridge? I could use a drink. Or two. Or twenty five."