Addiction (1/?)
Title: Addiction (1/?)
Author: enigmaxempress
Pairing: OT5 (eventually, and everything in between xD
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: werewolves being werewolves, a bit of violence but nothing extreme.
Summary: Changmin gets a new pet, cage and all.
A/N: Um, sort of sequel to a past fic titled Fixation. So werewolf!au :D
It’s raining.
The heavy droplets pour down the trees and gather in little pools on the forest floor, silencing the rustle of leaves as the pack weaves between the thick trunks. Everything is wet and it dulls the scent they’re tracking - the smell of humans Jaejoong knows is just beyond the edge of the trees. Even with the rain he can smell their fear, the nervous energy radiating from their little clearing. It excites him, trotting just ahead of Junsu. The yellow wolf snaps teeth at him, his fur - now a bronzy gold with the rain - ripples with his every move, skittish and reprimanding. Jaejoong bares his own teeth before grudgingly pulling back into place. The rain doesn’t cease, only getting harder as the canopy of trees overhead starts to thin when they reach the border surrounding the little village. Jaejoong sniffs the air and holds back the urge to howl. They aren’t here to hunt after all; they’re here to negotiate.
The idea of bargaining with humans chafes at him - it’s not something he’s used to. Jaejoong knows only of force and dominance when it comes to dealing with anything weaker than himself, weaker than the pack. It’s how he was taught and this new approach confuses him. It’s why he’s been relegated to scouting the area instead of taking part in the welcoming committee. Diplomacy isn’t exactly his forte.
He and Junsu circle the perimeter of the village half a dozen times to make sure no ambush awaits them in the surrounding shrubbery, though whether or not one might happen in the village is another thing altogether. They prowl just behind the tree line joined by other members of the pack, the lot of them poised to attack should anything untoward begin to unfold. They all watch as Changmin emerges from the shadows to greet the villagers, two large wolves at his side. He’s naked now, though Jaejoong remembers him in a dark tunic before they’d set out. Then the rain had started and the tunic had come off. Always so practical, Jaejoong thinks, tone dry even in his head.
Jaejoong knows that without the cover of fur, the heavily falling droplets are like ice. Yet there Changmin stands, unfazed even in his state of undress and under the barrage of rain. His dark hair is matted against his head, pieces of it obscuring his face but doing nothing to lessen the power he exudes amidst the focus of the awed villagers. They look pathetic so near to him, most of them cowering, even the men. There are no women amongst the rain-soaked faces.
Changmin speaks, but nothing Jaejoong can hear over the harsh pattering of the rain. Then again it’s not his job to know what they’re talking about. It’s his job to keep watch, keep Changmin safe while he deals with the pesky humans. Jaejoong starts to pace, weaving in and out of the shadows as he keeps an eye on the villagers. They are all watching in rapt attention as Changmin and a rotund man with a bearded face - presumably the village’s leader - converse, though conversation would seem like an overstatement. The other man simply nods and looks to be agreeing to everything Changmin is saying. Then the man breaks away and gestures behind him to someone in the crowd. Jaejoong stills, ears perked and body rigid as he waits for whoever or whatever to emerge from the gaggle of people. If it comes armed, he will be ready to attack.
Instead, out of the crowd come two men who look like guards, towing a chained young man. He thrashes between them, long, wet hair whipping around as he struggles. He’s wearing what would be a pristine, white tunic had it not been wet, but as it is, the insignificant cloth covering his body is nearly transparent. He’s naked underneath, his pale skin ghostly next to the guards who flank him, unmoving despite his violent efforts. A quiet comes over the crowd as they shift their attention from Changmin to the bound boy. Even from Jaejoong’s place hidden in the trees, there’s no mistaking what this boy is.
The sacrificial lamb.
He manages to wriggle an arm away from one of the guards’ punishing hold and swipes at one stoic face. Jaejoong can’t see it but the dull, metallic scent of blood skitters through the dank air before blowing away. The guard immediately retaliates with a fist in the boy’s gut and the boy jerks, folding in on himself before crumpling to his knees. He doesn’t struggle when he’s transferred into Changmin’s care, chains and all, tucked into Changmin’s side. It’s been a while since Jaejoong’s seen what despair looks like.
A flash of lightning and a crack of thunder disperse most of the crowd, and moments later Changmin’s turned towards the cover of the trees. The wolves he came with linger behind, watching his back until he’s safely behind the tree line. A howl resonates through the air as the rest of them retreat from the village - a happy, triumphant sound. Jaejoong doesn’t know what all the fuss is about. They’ve just been contracted to keep a miserable little village safe from other predators and for what: a small slip of a boy, no use to them except for fodder and sport? The disparity is glaring.
Jaejoong is one of the last to leave the vicinity of the village, skulking in the shadows as he watches stragglers in the clearing return to their homes one by one. It’s nearly empty in minutes, save for one last onlooker. He’d thought there were no women in the crowd, but rain-slickened clothing outline a body distinctly female. An older woman; she stands nearer to the line of small houses than the actual clearing, looking far into the trees as if she could see through them. Jaejoong can’t quite read the look on her face, but it’s incredibly sad and fearful. How regret would look like, if Jaejoong remembers correctly, though it’s been a while since he’d seen that. There isn’t any room for such emotions in the more rudimentary life of wolves, so with his own belated howl Jaejoong disappears into the trees.
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There has to be some irony, Changmin thinks, with a human in a cage while the true beasts roamed free. He tries a smile - something like a smirk - a corner of his mouth lifting in a semblance of the gesture, but even then he can't find any real amusement in watching the slumped figure behind thick wooden bars. Maybe because there isn't any real amusement to be found. Changmin stops trying. Rather than amusement he feels indifference towards the mere slip of a boy - maybe some pity, but even then that'd be a stretch. Changmin has no use for him in the pack besides making him a plaything or food; he hasn't decided in which category to cast him in.
Leaves rustle from somewhere behind him and the wind brings with it the musky scent of wolf. It’s untainted with the smell of humans and Changmin doesn’t have to guess who it is. He contemplates letting the wolf come closer; although he’d given no specific order, the rest of them had known to give him wide berth since they’d returned. Only one would dare of course, and that is what makes Changmin hold out a hand and beckon the large beast forward.
Jaejoong pads into the clearing on all paws and by the time he makes it to Changmin’s side, thick fur is replaced by smooth skin and sinewy muscle. Jaejoong kneels at his side, head bowed low but chin jutted too forward to be called subservient. The side profile of his face is exquisite, even if his expression leaves something to be desired.
Changmin traces the line of his jaw, encouraging him to nuzzle as all members of the pack were wont to do, but Jaejoong visibly resists the urge to do so. The muscles tighten under Changmin’s touch, all of him unmoving except for the staccato beat of a pulse beneath Changmin’s fingers. He does such a valiant job of resisting that Changmin can’t help but tease him, releasing just a smidgeon of his iron-clad control on the wolf inside him to warm his touch. A slight but unmistakable shudder courses through Jaejoong’s statuesque pose. Grudgingly, because there is no way he can resist any longer, Jaejoong licks delicately at Changmin’s palm and inhales the near intoxicating scent of his alpha.
“Come to watch me contemplate cruelty?” Changmin muses, half barb. He knows Jaejoong’s opinion of him and for the most part, finds no end of amusement in it because it’s partly true. He should be wary of course, because Jaejoong is strong both mentally and physically, not one to be trifled with in any way; he could be a threat if he chose to be so. But underneath all that swagger and stubbornness, there’s a hunger that calls out to Changmin. He can sense it; like a beacon, the void that sits as a concrete thought in Changmin’s head, even more decipherable the harder Jaejoong tries to hide it, tampering it down like he is right this very moment.
“Why have you taken him?” Jaejoong asks in his usual blunt manner, but the tone is incongruent with the way he rubs his cheek into Changmin’s slightly cupped hand, the look short of blissful as he licks at callused skin. His tongue is warm and wet - playful almost - and in these moments before Jaejoong becomes aware of himself, Changmin is not immune.
“He was given to me,” Changmin answers, the words nearly a growl as the wolf inside him responds to Jaejoong’s rare show of subservience. No, not subservience - something more akin to enthusiasm, delight at the simple pleasure of physical contact. Jaejoong’s made sure to keep everyone at arm’s length, the dominant streak of his wolf making him unable to smoothly acclimate to a new life with a new pack. But there are consequences for going against instinct and now the same wolf that makes Jaejoong wary of his new circumstances so willingly succumbs to Changmin’s touch. If only for the moment, anyway.
“Did you have to take him?”
The words are uncertain, less distracted, and it’s a sign that Jaejoong is once again gaining his bearings. He’s remembering the crowd, the veritable mob of people that had thrown the slight, pathetic looking boy to the wolves. Changmin remembers too, and what little esteem he’d held for the human race is further diminished. They may turn into animals, but neither Changmin nor any of his pack would turn their own away. Maybe there isn’t much irony in humans in cages. Not if they acted more like animals than the animals themselves.
“I’m not one to look a gift horse in the mouth.”
It’s the wrong answer, and Changmin knows that the moment the words leave his mouth. They aren’t the words Jaejoong wants to hear, but they’re exactly the words he’d been expecting.
“He serves no purpose.” Jaejoong jerks his face away from Changmin’s hand as he realizes what he’s doing, a crimson wash of embarrassment and anger starting in his face and dispersing along the rest of him. His jaw sets and his hands clench atop his tense thighs, all of him going rigid - all of him.
And while Changmin would certainly love to have Jaejoong succumbing to him more often, it’s times like these that he remembers why he makes no sufficient effort to put Jaejoong in his place. He’s addicted to the man’s intensity, the constant whirlwind of anger and untamed spirit coloring his aura bright, fiery colors. It’s also what gives him his control and that, as much as his intensity, is equally addictive. Changmin has the constant urge to break him, leave him raw and vulnerable so he could leave a mark Jaejoong would actually acknowledge.
“He doesn’t,” Changmin agrees, blatantly ogling Jaejoong’s stiffened cock. He finds it amusing how Jaejoong’s arousal is triggered by the hot emotions of anger. “So why don’t we give him one.”Jaejoong’s eye flash green at him warily. Changmin only smiles, warming up to the sudden idea that had begun to take root in his mind. He circles the cage where the boy continues to lie limply, still seemingly unconscious but Changmin can see the way his muscles tense, struggling to keep as still as death.
“He’s very pretty isn’t he?” he says, coming around to put a hand between the bars and touch the boy. His tear-streaked cheeks are smooth against Changmin’s roughened fingers. “At least I think so, under all that dirt and grime. Don’t you think so, Jaejoong?”
Jaejoong growls, low and warning, the sound completely inhuman. Changmin turns away from him, somewhat pleased at his reaction, and focuses on his new pet. “Open your eyes, little one, I know you’re awake.”
A/N: I won’t be posting in the next couple of days because I’ve got exams and a whole bunch of other stuff on my plate at the moment that takes priority. I’ve already discussed things with the lovely vaguelynormal and she’s agreed to post for the next three days, after which it will be my turn.
THE END IS NEAR! Lololol♥
Author: enigmaxempress
Pairing: OT5 (eventually, and everything in between xD
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: werewolves being werewolves, a bit of violence but nothing extreme.
Summary: Changmin gets a new pet, cage and all.
A/N: Um, sort of sequel to a past fic titled Fixation. So werewolf!au :D
It’s raining.
The heavy droplets pour down the trees and gather in little pools on the forest floor, silencing the rustle of leaves as the pack weaves between the thick trunks. Everything is wet and it dulls the scent they’re tracking - the smell of humans Jaejoong knows is just beyond the edge of the trees. Even with the rain he can smell their fear, the nervous energy radiating from their little clearing. It excites him, trotting just ahead of Junsu. The yellow wolf snaps teeth at him, his fur - now a bronzy gold with the rain - ripples with his every move, skittish and reprimanding. Jaejoong bares his own teeth before grudgingly pulling back into place. The rain doesn’t cease, only getting harder as the canopy of trees overhead starts to thin when they reach the border surrounding the little village. Jaejoong sniffs the air and holds back the urge to howl. They aren’t here to hunt after all; they’re here to negotiate.
The idea of bargaining with humans chafes at him - it’s not something he’s used to. Jaejoong knows only of force and dominance when it comes to dealing with anything weaker than himself, weaker than the pack. It’s how he was taught and this new approach confuses him. It’s why he’s been relegated to scouting the area instead of taking part in the welcoming committee. Diplomacy isn’t exactly his forte.
He and Junsu circle the perimeter of the village half a dozen times to make sure no ambush awaits them in the surrounding shrubbery, though whether or not one might happen in the village is another thing altogether. They prowl just behind the tree line joined by other members of the pack, the lot of them poised to attack should anything untoward begin to unfold. They all watch as Changmin emerges from the shadows to greet the villagers, two large wolves at his side. He’s naked now, though Jaejoong remembers him in a dark tunic before they’d set out. Then the rain had started and the tunic had come off. Always so practical, Jaejoong thinks, tone dry even in his head.
Jaejoong knows that without the cover of fur, the heavily falling droplets are like ice. Yet there Changmin stands, unfazed even in his state of undress and under the barrage of rain. His dark hair is matted against his head, pieces of it obscuring his face but doing nothing to lessen the power he exudes amidst the focus of the awed villagers. They look pathetic so near to him, most of them cowering, even the men. There are no women amongst the rain-soaked faces.
Changmin speaks, but nothing Jaejoong can hear over the harsh pattering of the rain. Then again it’s not his job to know what they’re talking about. It’s his job to keep watch, keep Changmin safe while he deals with the pesky humans. Jaejoong starts to pace, weaving in and out of the shadows as he keeps an eye on the villagers. They are all watching in rapt attention as Changmin and a rotund man with a bearded face - presumably the village’s leader - converse, though conversation would seem like an overstatement. The other man simply nods and looks to be agreeing to everything Changmin is saying. Then the man breaks away and gestures behind him to someone in the crowd. Jaejoong stills, ears perked and body rigid as he waits for whoever or whatever to emerge from the gaggle of people. If it comes armed, he will be ready to attack.
Instead, out of the crowd come two men who look like guards, towing a chained young man. He thrashes between them, long, wet hair whipping around as he struggles. He’s wearing what would be a pristine, white tunic had it not been wet, but as it is, the insignificant cloth covering his body is nearly transparent. He’s naked underneath, his pale skin ghostly next to the guards who flank him, unmoving despite his violent efforts. A quiet comes over the crowd as they shift their attention from Changmin to the bound boy. Even from Jaejoong’s place hidden in the trees, there’s no mistaking what this boy is.
The sacrificial lamb.
He manages to wriggle an arm away from one of the guards’ punishing hold and swipes at one stoic face. Jaejoong can’t see it but the dull, metallic scent of blood skitters through the dank air before blowing away. The guard immediately retaliates with a fist in the boy’s gut and the boy jerks, folding in on himself before crumpling to his knees. He doesn’t struggle when he’s transferred into Changmin’s care, chains and all, tucked into Changmin’s side. It’s been a while since Jaejoong’s seen what despair looks like.
A flash of lightning and a crack of thunder disperse most of the crowd, and moments later Changmin’s turned towards the cover of the trees. The wolves he came with linger behind, watching his back until he’s safely behind the tree line. A howl resonates through the air as the rest of them retreat from the village - a happy, triumphant sound. Jaejoong doesn’t know what all the fuss is about. They’ve just been contracted to keep a miserable little village safe from other predators and for what: a small slip of a boy, no use to them except for fodder and sport? The disparity is glaring.
Jaejoong is one of the last to leave the vicinity of the village, skulking in the shadows as he watches stragglers in the clearing return to their homes one by one. It’s nearly empty in minutes, save for one last onlooker. He’d thought there were no women in the crowd, but rain-slickened clothing outline a body distinctly female. An older woman; she stands nearer to the line of small houses than the actual clearing, looking far into the trees as if she could see through them. Jaejoong can’t quite read the look on her face, but it’s incredibly sad and fearful. How regret would look like, if Jaejoong remembers correctly, though it’s been a while since he’d seen that. There isn’t any room for such emotions in the more rudimentary life of wolves, so with his own belated howl Jaejoong disappears into the trees.
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There has to be some irony, Changmin thinks, with a human in a cage while the true beasts roamed free. He tries a smile - something like a smirk - a corner of his mouth lifting in a semblance of the gesture, but even then he can't find any real amusement in watching the slumped figure behind thick wooden bars. Maybe because there isn't any real amusement to be found. Changmin stops trying. Rather than amusement he feels indifference towards the mere slip of a boy - maybe some pity, but even then that'd be a stretch. Changmin has no use for him in the pack besides making him a plaything or food; he hasn't decided in which category to cast him in.
Leaves rustle from somewhere behind him and the wind brings with it the musky scent of wolf. It’s untainted with the smell of humans and Changmin doesn’t have to guess who it is. He contemplates letting the wolf come closer; although he’d given no specific order, the rest of them had known to give him wide berth since they’d returned. Only one would dare of course, and that is what makes Changmin hold out a hand and beckon the large beast forward.
Jaejoong pads into the clearing on all paws and by the time he makes it to Changmin’s side, thick fur is replaced by smooth skin and sinewy muscle. Jaejoong kneels at his side, head bowed low but chin jutted too forward to be called subservient. The side profile of his face is exquisite, even if his expression leaves something to be desired.
Changmin traces the line of his jaw, encouraging him to nuzzle as all members of the pack were wont to do, but Jaejoong visibly resists the urge to do so. The muscles tighten under Changmin’s touch, all of him unmoving except for the staccato beat of a pulse beneath Changmin’s fingers. He does such a valiant job of resisting that Changmin can’t help but tease him, releasing just a smidgeon of his iron-clad control on the wolf inside him to warm his touch. A slight but unmistakable shudder courses through Jaejoong’s statuesque pose. Grudgingly, because there is no way he can resist any longer, Jaejoong licks delicately at Changmin’s palm and inhales the near intoxicating scent of his alpha.
“Come to watch me contemplate cruelty?” Changmin muses, half barb. He knows Jaejoong’s opinion of him and for the most part, finds no end of amusement in it because it’s partly true. He should be wary of course, because Jaejoong is strong both mentally and physically, not one to be trifled with in any way; he could be a threat if he chose to be so. But underneath all that swagger and stubbornness, there’s a hunger that calls out to Changmin. He can sense it; like a beacon, the void that sits as a concrete thought in Changmin’s head, even more decipherable the harder Jaejoong tries to hide it, tampering it down like he is right this very moment.
“Why have you taken him?” Jaejoong asks in his usual blunt manner, but the tone is incongruent with the way he rubs his cheek into Changmin’s slightly cupped hand, the look short of blissful as he licks at callused skin. His tongue is warm and wet - playful almost - and in these moments before Jaejoong becomes aware of himself, Changmin is not immune.
“He was given to me,” Changmin answers, the words nearly a growl as the wolf inside him responds to Jaejoong’s rare show of subservience. No, not subservience - something more akin to enthusiasm, delight at the simple pleasure of physical contact. Jaejoong’s made sure to keep everyone at arm’s length, the dominant streak of his wolf making him unable to smoothly acclimate to a new life with a new pack. But there are consequences for going against instinct and now the same wolf that makes Jaejoong wary of his new circumstances so willingly succumbs to Changmin’s touch. If only for the moment, anyway.
“Did you have to take him?”
The words are uncertain, less distracted, and it’s a sign that Jaejoong is once again gaining his bearings. He’s remembering the crowd, the veritable mob of people that had thrown the slight, pathetic looking boy to the wolves. Changmin remembers too, and what little esteem he’d held for the human race is further diminished. They may turn into animals, but neither Changmin nor any of his pack would turn their own away. Maybe there isn’t much irony in humans in cages. Not if they acted more like animals than the animals themselves.
“I’m not one to look a gift horse in the mouth.”
It’s the wrong answer, and Changmin knows that the moment the words leave his mouth. They aren’t the words Jaejoong wants to hear, but they’re exactly the words he’d been expecting.
“He serves no purpose.” Jaejoong jerks his face away from Changmin’s hand as he realizes what he’s doing, a crimson wash of embarrassment and anger starting in his face and dispersing along the rest of him. His jaw sets and his hands clench atop his tense thighs, all of him going rigid - all of him.
And while Changmin would certainly love to have Jaejoong succumbing to him more often, it’s times like these that he remembers why he makes no sufficient effort to put Jaejoong in his place. He’s addicted to the man’s intensity, the constant whirlwind of anger and untamed spirit coloring his aura bright, fiery colors. It’s also what gives him his control and that, as much as his intensity, is equally addictive. Changmin has the constant urge to break him, leave him raw and vulnerable so he could leave a mark Jaejoong would actually acknowledge.
“He doesn’t,” Changmin agrees, blatantly ogling Jaejoong’s stiffened cock. He finds it amusing how Jaejoong’s arousal is triggered by the hot emotions of anger. “So why don’t we give him one.”Jaejoong’s eye flash green at him warily. Changmin only smiles, warming up to the sudden idea that had begun to take root in his mind. He circles the cage where the boy continues to lie limply, still seemingly unconscious but Changmin can see the way his muscles tense, struggling to keep as still as death.
“He’s very pretty isn’t he?” he says, coming around to put a hand between the bars and touch the boy. His tear-streaked cheeks are smooth against Changmin’s roughened fingers. “At least I think so, under all that dirt and grime. Don’t you think so, Jaejoong?”
Jaejoong growls, low and warning, the sound completely inhuman. Changmin turns away from him, somewhat pleased at his reaction, and focuses on his new pet. “Open your eyes, little one, I know you’re awake.”
A/N: I won’t be posting in the next couple of days because I’ve got exams and a whole bunch of other stuff on my plate at the moment that takes priority. I’ve already discussed things with the lovely vaguelynormal and she’s agreed to post for the next three days, after which it will be my turn.
THE END IS NEAR! Lololol♥