All The Places You Don’t Belong (And The One Place You Do) 2/3
Title: All The Places You Don’t Belong (And The One Place You Do) 2/3
Author: enigmaxempress
Pairing: Yunho/Changmin, and everyone else in between lololol oh dear.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None. Unless being ‘emo’ is something that might be a little off-putting.
Summary: It makes sense then, that the last he ever sees of her is through the tiny peephole of the same door, hair swaying from side to side as she sashays down the hall, heels clacking.
A/N: As always for vaguelynormal. And it’s THREE parts now /FACEPALMS/
Jaejoong gives him directions, but it’s another few days before Yunho can work up the nerve to actually go. He’s spent so long in limbo - living but not really, wanting to find his mother but not really - that now that he has a chance to move on the feat seems too daunting. He battles with conflicting emotions, suddenly all too aware of the gaping hole his mother left in his life, his heart, his soul. He’s never really been complete and he starts to wonder if this is really what he’d wanted after all; Yunho can’t imagine not having a sorry excuse to stay a belligerent teenager, no matter how this ends. But even in that he knows Jaejoong is right. Nothing good will come of this, especially if what Jaejoong said was true: that wherever and whoever his mother is with, it’s because she wants to be.
This will end badly, Yunho knows that, but in the end it’s not like he can help himself.
On the night he does decide to go, Jaejoong’s directions lead him to a club called Abyss on the Strip, deep into the city’s red light district. The directions are obscure, but Jaejoong says he’ll know the club when he sees it, and he’s right. Abyss is a wide building with no windows whatsoever except for the small slit in the large steel door of its entrance. It’s painted all in black and its only marker is that it has none. Abyss sticks out like a sore thumb amidst all the taller buildings with their gaudy neon lights and smoky entrances flocked with scantily dressed men and women. It’s low, two-story height and dark exterior is hard to miss and Yunho has no doubts that he’s in the right place. Unlike the other clubs, Abyss has no line formed in front of it. Yunho watches from the opposite side of the street for a while, loitering at the entrance of another club and fending off the advances of passing women while mentally preparing himself to walk up to the door.
When he finally stands on the steps, he raises his hand to knock on the heavy door and hesitates. If ever there was a time for second thoughts and turning back, it would be now. Because the moment that door opens yunho knows there's no going back.
He knocks anyway.
Yunho raps hard knuckles on the door. He can feel the heavy bass of some song pounding beneath the soles of his shoes. He wants to make sure he's heard and knocks a second time. The slit just above his head slides open immediately and inscrutable dark eyes rake over him, assessing him, measuring his worth to be inside or not. Yunho just stands there, frozen and unable to move, afraid that if he does he'll lose his chance even before he gets through the door.
This is - was - his mother's world even before she'd disappeared. She'd painted these streets red by night, meeting those men she brought home, letting them buy her drinks and drive their cars even for a short while. He's walking in his mother's footsteps, literally stepping over her heeled imprints and it feels so strange. He's been to the Strip countless times in the past, but never with this much intent or for any matter so serious. It's strange now because he can actually see the places she'd have gone to, the things she must have done, and single out the faces in the crowd that she'd have taken home on any given night.
In a sense this is all a test. Can he fit in here? Is he really his mother's child? It's odd, this urge to be like her; by all accounts she was a person of dubious character at best, not to mention a horrible mother. Still, Yunho can't seem to help himself. After all these years trying to emulate her makes him feel closer to her somehow.
The slit in the door suddenly closes shut and Yunho stands there for a moment, dumbfounded, when the audible sound of multiple locks sliding out of place fills his immediate vicinity. Relief floods through him and he steels himself for the next part.
"Who are you? This is by invitation only." The words are said gruffly by a large man that towered over Yunho's head, and Yunho is by no means short. The man is taller and wider than Yunho, muscles bulging all over the place and stretching the tight black shirt he wears. It's easy to see why he was chosen to guard the club's entrance.
"I'm here to see Yoochun," yunho says, almost shouting over the loud music that rippled from behind the bouncer. "Jaejoong sent me."
The bouncer scrutinizes him one more time before opening the door wider to let him through. "Wait here." the large man orders once Yunho sets foot in the threshold. Yunho doesn't dare move as the bouncer disappears through another door, music blasting from it when he passes.
Left alone in the little hall, Yunho surveys his surroundings. It's dark, with only small lamps mounted in a line on the walls to provide the dimmest view of the hall and two doors. The first one the bouncer had gone through and Yunho assumes it to be the real entrance to the main club. The other door could lead to anywhere and before Yunho even has a chance to get curious about it, the bouncer comes back, this time within another man in tow.
The man seems slight at first, shorter than both Yunho and the bouncer and thin in the dim lights. But as he comes closer Yunho notices his broad shoulders and the lean muscle highlighted under all the tight leather and mesh fabric. Yunho notices his smile next, the set of straight, white teeth and dimpled cheeks.
"You must be Yunho," the man says by way of greeting. "I'm Yoochun." When Yunho can only nod dumbly, a little too dazzled by his smile, Yoochun sidles up to Yunho, molding himself to his side and wrapping an arm around his waist. To the bouncer he says, "We're good here. He's with me."
The big man nods at them curtly before waving them into the main entrance of the club. Yunho follows Yoochun's lead blindly, letting the smaller man pull him along the edges of the crowd, hugging the wall and avoiding anyone who might be interested in either of them. Yoochun takes him to a little alcove almost all the way across the room from where they'd entered and it’s just large enough to accommodate two people, three maybe, but then it'd be a tight fit.
Yoochun pulls closed the heavy curtain provided and it muffles some of the pounding music. But even then their space is limited and the music still loud so Yoochun has to sit close, his handsome face and dark eyes mere inches from Yunho's. His eyes seem to take everything in at once, every detail of Yunho's face, the line of his jaw, the crook of his neck and the curve of his shoulder, his chest, all the way down to where their thighs are pressed against each other's and the rest of their bodies before its obscured by the table.
"How old are you again?" Yoochun says the words low and Yunho has to lean in even closer lest he wants the words to be lost in the music. Yoochun's lips brush his ear and a shiver runs down Yunho's spine, making him grapple for an answer.
"Nineteen," Yunho says when his brain can finally understand the question. Yoochun's smile widens, eyes bright in the low lights of their little alcove.
"Fair game then," he says and in that moment Yunho is so sure Yoochun is going to close the scant distance between them and kiss him but he doesn't. Instead he keeps talking. "Jaejoong said you needed my help. What can I do for you?"
There are so many questions Yunho wants to ask, like how he and Jaejoong know each other, or who he is in this club. The way he says that last one makes yunho think of all sorts of things, but he finally settles on the most relevant one. "I need to talk to Rella. I'm looking for someone and Jaejoong says he'll know where to find her."
"Her," yoochun echoes, a frown marring the smooth planes of his face. "You're looking for a woman?"
He sounds disappointed and Yunho is quick to correct himself. "My mother. She disappeared a few years ago."
Yoochun makes a pleased noise, his face regaining its pleasant expression. "I see. If she was a working girl Rella would know then."
"So he can help me find her?" yunho asks, a trickle of nervousness pushing past the near palpable attraction Yoochun elicits from him.
"He can," Yoochun assures him. "But Rella isn't... in tonight. You know, being very busy and all, managing his clubs, his girls, his boys..."
"Oh," Yunho says, deflated but not discouraged. "Do you know when he'll be around then? I really need to talk to him." Yoochun looks at him again but this time it lacks the heat of the first time. This time his gaze is cold and calculating, and Yunho knows instinctively that despite his seemingly delicate physique, Yoochun isn't a man to be trifled with.
"Tell you what," Yoochun says, his voice losing that seductive edge. It's serious now, business like. "I'll see if I can get you an audience for tomorrow night. You're... interesting enough and I'm sure Rella would like to see you too."
"Thank-" Yoochun kisses him suddenly, full on the lips and yunho can do nothing but kiss back. Yoochun swipes his tongue against Yunho's bottom lip and Yunho parts his mouth to let him in. Yoochun kisses him hard, fast, and deep, the moment over as quick as it had begun.
"I have to go now," Yoochun whispers against his mouth, and Yunho tries not to whimper when he pulls away. "But I'll send someone in to help you with this." he cups the bulge in Yunho's crotch, squeezing just enough to make Yunho gasp and moan. "I'll see you tomorrow," he says, kissing Yunho one last time and then he's leaving and Yunho is all alone.
True to his word, however, Yoochun doesn't let him stay alone for very long. Yunho's only begun to contemplate lowering the zipper on his jeans and taking care of things himself when another man appears from behind the curtain. He's blonde and a little shorter than Yoochun with dark kohl lining his eyes and black polish painting his nails. Tight black fabric molds to his legs, outlining his body and his ass in a way that makes Yunho even harder than he'd been just moments ago. The man is wearing a black leather jacket with nothing underneath and the smooth pale skin of his chest and abdomen makes Yunho's gut clench in wanting.
The man extends a hand to him and yunho takes it without a second thought, letting himself be lead past the curtain and into the crowd of other dancers just beyond. Here the music is loud and ear splitting but neither the man nor Yunho pay it or anyone else any mind. The man has yet to speak or even offer his name but none of that matters when he pulls Yunho against him and moves. Yunho gasps as spikes of pleasure bombard him when the man moves his hips in time to the music, grinding his crotch against Yunho's erection. It causes friction so sweet but not quite enough. Yunho starts to move too and they dance together until Yunho is sure he isn't the only one about to come right here on the dance floor in the middle of all these people. The music slows down a little, into a song with more bass and less electric sound. The man turns them to press Yunho's back against his chest and wrap arms low around Yunho's hips. Yunho can feel the man's erection pressing between the cleft of his ass and Yunho moans, pressing back. Over the music and the thundering of his heart, Yunho can hear the man panting in his ear. "You feel so good," he says and yunho almost misses the words.
They're said in a low, husky voice made even lower laced with lust. Yunho bites his lip against the urge to beg right here on the dance floor. It would be wasted anyway, lost in the music. Instead he uses his body to beg for what he wants, blatantly moving the man's hand to his erection in a silent plea. The man chuckles into his ear and Yunho doesn't even have the decency to feel embarrassed. He's never felt so aroused in his life, and never for this long. He's young and usually takes care of things as fast and as often as the opportunity presented itself. He's never been with anyone that's drawn it out like this and Yunho is surprised he hasn't yet come already.
The man loosens the button of his jeans with deft fingers before slipping them inside the tight denim. His fingers are cool against Yunho's feverish skin and the contrast makes Yunho's cock jump when the fingers circle the head. After that nothing else really matters. It doesn't matter that they're in the middle of a crowded dance floor with people pressing in on them from all sides. It doesn't matter if he doesn't even know the name of the man stroking his cock. Yunho simply ceases to care as the man begins to follow the rhythm of the music, thrusting the hard outline his cock against Yunho's ass and stroking his hand in time with the pounding of the bass. Yunho had never pegged himself for an exhibitionist, but the thought of being in public and seen by this many people literally shoves him over the edge.
His knees go weak as his orgasm crashes through him and the man has to bend him over a little to hold him up as well as keep stroking. Yunho cries out, his voice lost in the climax of the song, becoming just another in the multitude of noise all around them. Yunho comes hard and it's easily the best orgasm he's ever experienced in his very short life.
He doesn't know how they get back to the alcove or of its even the same one they'd been in earlier but soon Yunho is being lowered into the plush cushions and his zipper being pulled up. The man leans over him for a moment, watching him with dark eyes and licking the tips of his fingers. Come still glistens over the rest of his palm. "You owe me one," he says just loud enough to go over the music. Only then that yunho notices he's still hard.
He reaches out a hand immediately but the man just smiles and shakes his head, moving his hips back. He leans closer instead, kissing yunho for the first time during their whole encounter. It's a light kiss and Yunho knows it’s to keep himself from coming right then and there. He can taste himself on the man's tongue and doesn't push it, too sated to do more than kiss lightly back.
"Go home when you can stand," the man says with a little smile when he pulls away. "I'll be seeing you again soon."
And before Yunho can ask him any questions, he's gone.
A/N: This is very late, I’m aware, but after the Hell Week I’ve been through, I’m not even sorry. More later this evening :D
Author: enigmaxempress
Pairing: Yunho/Changmin, and everyone else in between lololol oh dear.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None. Unless being ‘emo’ is something that might be a little off-putting.
Summary: It makes sense then, that the last he ever sees of her is through the tiny peephole of the same door, hair swaying from side to side as she sashays down the hall, heels clacking.
A/N: As always for vaguelynormal. And it’s THREE parts now /FACEPALMS/
Jaejoong gives him directions, but it’s another few days before Yunho can work up the nerve to actually go. He’s spent so long in limbo - living but not really, wanting to find his mother but not really - that now that he has a chance to move on the feat seems too daunting. He battles with conflicting emotions, suddenly all too aware of the gaping hole his mother left in his life, his heart, his soul. He’s never really been complete and he starts to wonder if this is really what he’d wanted after all; Yunho can’t imagine not having a sorry excuse to stay a belligerent teenager, no matter how this ends. But even in that he knows Jaejoong is right. Nothing good will come of this, especially if what Jaejoong said was true: that wherever and whoever his mother is with, it’s because she wants to be.
This will end badly, Yunho knows that, but in the end it’s not like he can help himself.
On the night he does decide to go, Jaejoong’s directions lead him to a club called Abyss on the Strip, deep into the city’s red light district. The directions are obscure, but Jaejoong says he’ll know the club when he sees it, and he’s right. Abyss is a wide building with no windows whatsoever except for the small slit in the large steel door of its entrance. It’s painted all in black and its only marker is that it has none. Abyss sticks out like a sore thumb amidst all the taller buildings with their gaudy neon lights and smoky entrances flocked with scantily dressed men and women. It’s low, two-story height and dark exterior is hard to miss and Yunho has no doubts that he’s in the right place. Unlike the other clubs, Abyss has no line formed in front of it. Yunho watches from the opposite side of the street for a while, loitering at the entrance of another club and fending off the advances of passing women while mentally preparing himself to walk up to the door.
When he finally stands on the steps, he raises his hand to knock on the heavy door and hesitates. If ever there was a time for second thoughts and turning back, it would be now. Because the moment that door opens yunho knows there's no going back.
He knocks anyway.
Yunho raps hard knuckles on the door. He can feel the heavy bass of some song pounding beneath the soles of his shoes. He wants to make sure he's heard and knocks a second time. The slit just above his head slides open immediately and inscrutable dark eyes rake over him, assessing him, measuring his worth to be inside or not. Yunho just stands there, frozen and unable to move, afraid that if he does he'll lose his chance even before he gets through the door.
This is - was - his mother's world even before she'd disappeared. She'd painted these streets red by night, meeting those men she brought home, letting them buy her drinks and drive their cars even for a short while. He's walking in his mother's footsteps, literally stepping over her heeled imprints and it feels so strange. He's been to the Strip countless times in the past, but never with this much intent or for any matter so serious. It's strange now because he can actually see the places she'd have gone to, the things she must have done, and single out the faces in the crowd that she'd have taken home on any given night.
In a sense this is all a test. Can he fit in here? Is he really his mother's child? It's odd, this urge to be like her; by all accounts she was a person of dubious character at best, not to mention a horrible mother. Still, Yunho can't seem to help himself. After all these years trying to emulate her makes him feel closer to her somehow.
The slit in the door suddenly closes shut and Yunho stands there for a moment, dumbfounded, when the audible sound of multiple locks sliding out of place fills his immediate vicinity. Relief floods through him and he steels himself for the next part.
"Who are you? This is by invitation only." The words are said gruffly by a large man that towered over Yunho's head, and Yunho is by no means short. The man is taller and wider than Yunho, muscles bulging all over the place and stretching the tight black shirt he wears. It's easy to see why he was chosen to guard the club's entrance.
"I'm here to see Yoochun," yunho says, almost shouting over the loud music that rippled from behind the bouncer. "Jaejoong sent me."
The bouncer scrutinizes him one more time before opening the door wider to let him through. "Wait here." the large man orders once Yunho sets foot in the threshold. Yunho doesn't dare move as the bouncer disappears through another door, music blasting from it when he passes.
Left alone in the little hall, Yunho surveys his surroundings. It's dark, with only small lamps mounted in a line on the walls to provide the dimmest view of the hall and two doors. The first one the bouncer had gone through and Yunho assumes it to be the real entrance to the main club. The other door could lead to anywhere and before Yunho even has a chance to get curious about it, the bouncer comes back, this time within another man in tow.
The man seems slight at first, shorter than both Yunho and the bouncer and thin in the dim lights. But as he comes closer Yunho notices his broad shoulders and the lean muscle highlighted under all the tight leather and mesh fabric. Yunho notices his smile next, the set of straight, white teeth and dimpled cheeks.
"You must be Yunho," the man says by way of greeting. "I'm Yoochun." When Yunho can only nod dumbly, a little too dazzled by his smile, Yoochun sidles up to Yunho, molding himself to his side and wrapping an arm around his waist. To the bouncer he says, "We're good here. He's with me."
The big man nods at them curtly before waving them into the main entrance of the club. Yunho follows Yoochun's lead blindly, letting the smaller man pull him along the edges of the crowd, hugging the wall and avoiding anyone who might be interested in either of them. Yoochun takes him to a little alcove almost all the way across the room from where they'd entered and it’s just large enough to accommodate two people, three maybe, but then it'd be a tight fit.
Yoochun pulls closed the heavy curtain provided and it muffles some of the pounding music. But even then their space is limited and the music still loud so Yoochun has to sit close, his handsome face and dark eyes mere inches from Yunho's. His eyes seem to take everything in at once, every detail of Yunho's face, the line of his jaw, the crook of his neck and the curve of his shoulder, his chest, all the way down to where their thighs are pressed against each other's and the rest of their bodies before its obscured by the table.
"How old are you again?" Yoochun says the words low and Yunho has to lean in even closer lest he wants the words to be lost in the music. Yoochun's lips brush his ear and a shiver runs down Yunho's spine, making him grapple for an answer.
"Nineteen," Yunho says when his brain can finally understand the question. Yoochun's smile widens, eyes bright in the low lights of their little alcove.
"Fair game then," he says and in that moment Yunho is so sure Yoochun is going to close the scant distance between them and kiss him but he doesn't. Instead he keeps talking. "Jaejoong said you needed my help. What can I do for you?"
There are so many questions Yunho wants to ask, like how he and Jaejoong know each other, or who he is in this club. The way he says that last one makes yunho think of all sorts of things, but he finally settles on the most relevant one. "I need to talk to Rella. I'm looking for someone and Jaejoong says he'll know where to find her."
"Her," yoochun echoes, a frown marring the smooth planes of his face. "You're looking for a woman?"
He sounds disappointed and Yunho is quick to correct himself. "My mother. She disappeared a few years ago."
Yoochun makes a pleased noise, his face regaining its pleasant expression. "I see. If she was a working girl Rella would know then."
"So he can help me find her?" yunho asks, a trickle of nervousness pushing past the near palpable attraction Yoochun elicits from him.
"He can," Yoochun assures him. "But Rella isn't... in tonight. You know, being very busy and all, managing his clubs, his girls, his boys..."
"Oh," Yunho says, deflated but not discouraged. "Do you know when he'll be around then? I really need to talk to him." Yoochun looks at him again but this time it lacks the heat of the first time. This time his gaze is cold and calculating, and Yunho knows instinctively that despite his seemingly delicate physique, Yoochun isn't a man to be trifled with.
"Tell you what," Yoochun says, his voice losing that seductive edge. It's serious now, business like. "I'll see if I can get you an audience for tomorrow night. You're... interesting enough and I'm sure Rella would like to see you too."
"Thank-" Yoochun kisses him suddenly, full on the lips and yunho can do nothing but kiss back. Yoochun swipes his tongue against Yunho's bottom lip and Yunho parts his mouth to let him in. Yoochun kisses him hard, fast, and deep, the moment over as quick as it had begun.
"I have to go now," Yoochun whispers against his mouth, and Yunho tries not to whimper when he pulls away. "But I'll send someone in to help you with this." he cups the bulge in Yunho's crotch, squeezing just enough to make Yunho gasp and moan. "I'll see you tomorrow," he says, kissing Yunho one last time and then he's leaving and Yunho is all alone.
True to his word, however, Yoochun doesn't let him stay alone for very long. Yunho's only begun to contemplate lowering the zipper on his jeans and taking care of things himself when another man appears from behind the curtain. He's blonde and a little shorter than Yoochun with dark kohl lining his eyes and black polish painting his nails. Tight black fabric molds to his legs, outlining his body and his ass in a way that makes Yunho even harder than he'd been just moments ago. The man is wearing a black leather jacket with nothing underneath and the smooth pale skin of his chest and abdomen makes Yunho's gut clench in wanting.
The man extends a hand to him and yunho takes it without a second thought, letting himself be lead past the curtain and into the crowd of other dancers just beyond. Here the music is loud and ear splitting but neither the man nor Yunho pay it or anyone else any mind. The man has yet to speak or even offer his name but none of that matters when he pulls Yunho against him and moves. Yunho gasps as spikes of pleasure bombard him when the man moves his hips in time to the music, grinding his crotch against Yunho's erection. It causes friction so sweet but not quite enough. Yunho starts to move too and they dance together until Yunho is sure he isn't the only one about to come right here on the dance floor in the middle of all these people. The music slows down a little, into a song with more bass and less electric sound. The man turns them to press Yunho's back against his chest and wrap arms low around Yunho's hips. Yunho can feel the man's erection pressing between the cleft of his ass and Yunho moans, pressing back. Over the music and the thundering of his heart, Yunho can hear the man panting in his ear. "You feel so good," he says and yunho almost misses the words.
They're said in a low, husky voice made even lower laced with lust. Yunho bites his lip against the urge to beg right here on the dance floor. It would be wasted anyway, lost in the music. Instead he uses his body to beg for what he wants, blatantly moving the man's hand to his erection in a silent plea. The man chuckles into his ear and Yunho doesn't even have the decency to feel embarrassed. He's never felt so aroused in his life, and never for this long. He's young and usually takes care of things as fast and as often as the opportunity presented itself. He's never been with anyone that's drawn it out like this and Yunho is surprised he hasn't yet come already.
The man loosens the button of his jeans with deft fingers before slipping them inside the tight denim. His fingers are cool against Yunho's feverish skin and the contrast makes Yunho's cock jump when the fingers circle the head. After that nothing else really matters. It doesn't matter that they're in the middle of a crowded dance floor with people pressing in on them from all sides. It doesn't matter if he doesn't even know the name of the man stroking his cock. Yunho simply ceases to care as the man begins to follow the rhythm of the music, thrusting the hard outline his cock against Yunho's ass and stroking his hand in time with the pounding of the bass. Yunho had never pegged himself for an exhibitionist, but the thought of being in public and seen by this many people literally shoves him over the edge.
His knees go weak as his orgasm crashes through him and the man has to bend him over a little to hold him up as well as keep stroking. Yunho cries out, his voice lost in the climax of the song, becoming just another in the multitude of noise all around them. Yunho comes hard and it's easily the best orgasm he's ever experienced in his very short life.
He doesn't know how they get back to the alcove or of its even the same one they'd been in earlier but soon Yunho is being lowered into the plush cushions and his zipper being pulled up. The man leans over him for a moment, watching him with dark eyes and licking the tips of his fingers. Come still glistens over the rest of his palm. "You owe me one," he says just loud enough to go over the music. Only then that yunho notices he's still hard.
He reaches out a hand immediately but the man just smiles and shakes his head, moving his hips back. He leans closer instead, kissing yunho for the first time during their whole encounter. It's a light kiss and Yunho knows it’s to keep himself from coming right then and there. He can taste himself on the man's tongue and doesn't push it, too sated to do more than kiss lightly back.
"Go home when you can stand," the man says with a little smile when he pulls away. "I'll be seeing you again soon."
And before Yunho can ask him any questions, he's gone.
A/N: This is very late, I’m aware, but after the Hell Week I’ve been through, I’m not even sorry. More later this evening :D